#you can tell that i have no clue how to shade properly

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

SPICY!

letting them have spicy food on a date

gender neutral reader

HIORI YO!

As long as he gets to spend time with you, Hiori’s down to try a little bit of whatever. He’s never been too picky to begin with, and while his parents’ strict lifestyle hasn’t given him too much freedom to explore different kinds of foods, he’s glad that you’re there to show him all sorts of new things. He might cough a little bit and down a bit of water, but spicy food is no competition for Hiori! He’ll down anything you pick out on the menu like a champ, and at the end of the date, he’ll insist that he pays. He’s not going to let you spend your hard earned coin on him, not when he’s on the path to accumulating a bit of a paycheck himself through Blue Lock, so he’ll simply tell you that you can repay him by showing him another yummy place to check on your next date together!

“Is it too much? I can ask them to get you more broth-,” you trail off worriedly, noticing how pink your boyfriend’s cheeks are. Hiori shakes his head, and he swallows down another mouthful of the spicy soup before smiling up at you softly as if to reassure you that he’s really alright. 

“It’s a bit spicy, but… I can handle it. It’s really good! My parents never let me have something this spicy growing up.” His lips press into a thin line at the mention of his family, but he shrugs it off the best he can for you. “But I get to have it now, with you. And I want to taste it to the fullest!”

“That’s all nice and good, but are you sure? There’s a fine line between enjoying things to the fullest versus biting off more than you can chew.” You grin, tapping your fingers against the restaurant table. “No pun intended.”

Hiori lets out a small chuckle at your horrendous joke. A boy like Hiori reminds you of winter: his frost-like cyan eyes and hair, the way he touches you like the first breath of snow, his words dissolving sweetly as if they were snowflakes on the tip of your tongue. Sometimes you wonder if the world is too intense, too fiery for someone like him, but the more you feed him experimental spoonfuls of your love, the more he develops an appetite to melt himself bare all for you.

“I’m sure,” he reaffirms, and he takes another generous spoonful and swallows it down without any issue as if to prove his point. “Although I don’t think some of the guys back at the Blue Lock program can say the same. I bet that Karasu would go home crying if he tried any of this.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “Karasu? With that tongue of his, you’d think he’d be able to handle worse.”

“You’d be surprised. Want me to prove it to you?” Hiori asks. His normally innocent eyes sparkle with a tinge of boyish mischief. “Why don’t we order some to take to him? And we’ll see how long he lasts.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

Ever the gentleman, if anything disturbs Yukimiya’s peace, he won’t really let it show unless he has a real reason to be honest. Yukimiya could be burning inside out, with his tongue barely hanging on for dear life, and you’d have no clue that whatever the two of you are scarfing down was too spicy for him. If it’s something hot in temperature, he might have to wipe his glasses a few times, and he’ll vehemently deny that there are tears in his eyes or that there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He has to keep up his act of being a loving and princely boyfriend when he’s in public, but once you let your guard down when you’re with him in public, Yukimiya will show you how to properly turn up the heat.

“I have to admit, love-,” Yukimiya sighs, not-so-discreetly dabbing at his damp forehead with a napkin, “I have no clue how you manage to eat any of this without any issue. And I thought I was used to handling spice! Your food is at least three shades redder than whatever I ordered. It makes me worry for you.”

You shrug, and you lean over to taste a little bit of the dish Yukimiya ordered. It barely leaves a tingle on your tongue, and you debate for a split second whether or not you should play nice. Yukimiya has always been nothing but the most caring and sweet boyfriend you could ask for, but situations where you could make him squirm are hard to come by. 

So, duh, you have to tease him.

“Hmmmm? Worry for me?” You innocently cock your head to the side. “Why, is it too spicy for you, Yuki? I thought you could handle that much… If it’s too much, do you want me to eat it instead?”

Yukimiya coughs unceremoniously into the crook of his arm, and he shakes his head. As lovely of a boy as he might be, just like every single player in the Blue Lock program, he has an ego that he can’t part with, not even when it comes to you. “Nonsense, sweetheart. I can handle this much with ease. I said I’m worried for you. You have no reason to worry for me.”

“Ehhhhh?” You lean over the table, and you press your hand against his forehead as if to measure his temperature. His beautiful wavy hair brushes up against the back of your hand, the ticklish sensation sending tingles up your spine. Yukimiya is disgustingly handsome, even when he doesn’t intend to be, and you purse your lips together. “But you’re sweating soooooo much! Jeez, Yuki, if you can’t handle this much spice, how are you going to handle me?”

Despite the joking tinge in your voice, the gaze Yukimiya flashes at you is dark, sensual, and it makes your knees instantly feel weak. He grabs your wrist, and he squeezes just the slightest bit as if to warn you.

“Trust me,” he whispers, chuckling under his breath, “Don’t you think I’ve developed enough tolerance to try things a bit spicier? Even more so when it involves you, dear love…”

OLIVER AIKU!

Oliver is a fiend for any and all spicy foods. It’s enough to make you wonder how his poor stomach survives. Whenever the two of you get hungry, you can bet that he’ll suggest something spicy to eat. To make matters worse, he guzzles down spicy food as if it’s nothing, and if you let your guard down, he’ll totally reach over and steal the food off of your own plate too. You can’t get too mad at him, or he’ll yank out the “I’m a grown man and a professional athlete, so I have to eat a lot!” card. Either way, if you somehow agree to treating him for a meal, prepare yourself for the spiciest eatery in town and for him to clear multiple plates of food. Just make sure he brushes his teeth right after, or he’ll definitely try to steal a kiss!

“I know that poor toilet of yours is going to be crying later.” You shake your head incredulously as Oliver scrapes his plate clean, the glass of water you fetched for him earlier still untouched. “Or your tongue. I don’t understand how it’s possible for a human to eat all of this and enjoy it.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows down the last of his meal, and he sits back, finally satisfied. He licks his lips clean, and he winks at you. 

“What can I say?” He laughs nonchalantly. “You know I can’t hold myself back when it comes to hot things. That includes food and cuties just like you.”

You scoff, folding your arms and looking away from him with a huff. Oliver can be so ridiculously cheesy with you, and he plays it off as him being a romantic guy by nature. You seriously wonder how he managed to pull so many lovers when every pick up line he spews makes your skin crawl, but at the end of the day, you know you’re not any better. You’re formally dating him, after all, so as cringe as his courtship might be, you’ve come around to learn to love it.

Not that you’d ever admit such a thing to him.

“If you’re done eating, let’s get the check,” you dismiss him quickly before he spews even more of his widely “loved” sweet-nothings at you, and you fumble for your wallet. “I said I’d treat you-”

“Ah, ah, ah, no need for that.” The defender quickly flips his own wallet out, and he waves you away. “C’mon, I’m a guy with a big boy job now. You don’t need to treat me to anything. I should be the one treating you. That’s the perk of dating a pro-athlete, don’t you think?”

“You sure? I don’t mind.” You look at him firmly. He waves you off again, and you acquiesce and put your wallet away.

“All you need to do is treat me to some sweetness later, if you catch my drift.” The boy flirtatiously winks at you again, and any goodwill you had towards your boyfriend immediately drops. You deadpan at him, looking at him square in the face with the most lifeless eyes you can conjure up, and you reach for your wallet again.

“Nah, I’ll just pay.”

MICHAEL KAISER!

The boy looks like he’s going to explode just a mouthful in. Not only does Kaiser have a horrible spice tolerance, he’s also ridiculously stubborn and refuses to stop eating once he starts. He’s also dead set on impressing you, so he’ll choke down whatever you order, even though his tongue is on fire and he’s two seconds away from crying like a little baby. You don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t look particularly handsome when he’s fanning himself and downing every pitcher of water he can grab, but you appreciate the sentiment of at least finishing whatever he started. Just be sure to look up the route for the nearest ice cream store, because Kaiser’s going to need a cold treat after anything spicy. 

“Kaiser.”

The blond barely holds back a cough, and he raises a hand to signal that he’s alright. You don’t buy it for a single second. He’s making good progress on the spicy stew he decided to try, but he also looks like a ticking time bomb with how red he is in the face. 

“Kaiser, you don’t need to finish it. Why don’t we get it packed up to take home, and I can finish it instead?” You offer, not wanting your boyfriend to sear off his taste buds, all because he refused to quit eating something out of his clear comfort zone. 

Kaiser shakes his head stubbornly, glaring down at the remaining stew. “Absolutely not. I’m not a coward, and I’m going to finish eating this.”

“Oh my god.” You bury your face in your hands, and you groan loudly. “Kaiser, you’re not a coward for not finishing something that’s too spicy for you. Quit being stubborn before you hurt yourself.”

“I’m not gonna hurt myself,” he hotly retorts back. “Besides, even if I do, you’ll be there to tend to me, won’t you? Give me a little kiss on my tongue to make me feel better?”

He looks at you hopefully, blue eyes all sparkly with the idea of you French-kissing him. You wonder if he’s the idiot for considering the idea or if you’re the idiot for even dating him in the first place. You decide to make the smart choice of snatching his spoon out of his hand and motioning for the waiter, ignoring the wails Kaiser lets out when you’ve stolen his moment of glory.

“You’re sooooo mean to me!” He pouts, sticking his very irritated lips out. “How am I supposed to impress you if you don’t let me do anything?”

“You can impress me all you want on the soccer field,” you quickly shush him, tapping his forehead with your pointer finger. “If you want a kiss, just say so. I don’t need you doing all sorts of mental gymnastics for my attention.”

Kaiser pauses for a moment, but he grumbles out, “Fine. Guess I’ll let it slide if you’re agreeing to give me a kiss. Okay then, pucker up, darling!”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #hiori yo #yukimiya kenyu #oliver aiku #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

[pebblestar]

Raphael x reader

【 Focus 】

"Woman. Your going to work yourself into the ground."

Raphael nudges you on your back with his foot and your quick to swat him away with a look of pure annoyance.

"I'm trying to focus. I'm almost done with this stupid report but..."

Your words trail off as you bite at the cap of the pen with clear frustration.

This report for work had been taking you forever to finish. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't concentrate on your own work and it'd already been two of hours of practically glaring at the paper in front of you.

It's a wonder how you haven't cried yet due to just frustrated you were becoming.

Raphael had obviously made sure you took breaks, but knew better then to tell you quit working- You were just as stubborn as the turtle was after all.

It's two more minutes of glaring at the paper in front of you, until a sudden idea hits you suddenly.

"Raph. Come here."

"Why?"

"Please?"

There's a sigh from the turtle before he's slipping off of the couch and settling down next to you on the floor.

"Look if your gonna ask me about taxes, I ain't got a clue on how to do 'em. You can try askin Don tho."

You chuckle at his words before shaking your head.

Instead you reach out your hand until your grasping Raphael's hand in your own.

With your free hand, you start up where you left off, jolting down what you needed to fill out by the end of the week for your job.

"...What are you doing?"

Raphael questions after a few minutes, Clearly confused by your actions.

"What do you mean?"

You respond back without taking your eyes off of the paper.

"Why are ya holding my hand?"

He watches you write for a bit longer and when you finally respond his face just about turns the shade of his own bandana.

"...Helps me focus. Especially when we're out in public and my anxiety is through the roof...It just calms me down. Makes me feel safe."

You pause in your writing before glancing over at Raph.

"Sorry. I can let go if you-"

"S'fine."

Raphael's immediately cutting you off before he can even think properly on what he's even saying.

"Uh... I just uh mean if it helps ya focus then whatever."

The turtle is quick to play it off like it isn't a big deal, but on the inside his heart feels fuzzy at the fact that he's able to make you feel that way.

God. What have you done to him?

He's never felt this way about anyone until you had came into his life.

You take notice of how the turtle scouches closer until both your shoulders are now pressed together.

"Thanks Raphie. I love youu~"

You coo at him and place a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

Then you return your attention back to your work, All the while Raphael felt like he would explode at any given moment with all the affection you'd just given him.

It takes maybe a hour or so for you to finally finish up your work but as soon as your setting your pen down, Raphael is pulling you onto his lap.

"Raph?"

You voice your confusion then feel his hands cupping your cheeks bringing you into a kiss.

A small noise of surprise leaves you before your closing your eyes and returning the kiss with a content sigh.

"Someone's clingly."

You tease once Raphael's parts away from your lips.

He huffs at you, Arms coming to wrap around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"I guess you can say I've tamed the beast. You really are a teddy bear, raph."

"M'not, Shortcake."

"It's cute really. I like seeing this side of you. Well your rageful side is pretty hot too but-"

A quick kiss is pressed to your lips to silence you before Raphael buries his face into the crook of your neck.

He's mumbling something you can't quite catch.

Then you pick up on his soft yet embarrassed.

"...Love you."

A soft smile finds its way onto your lips and you press a final kiss onto his cheek before allowing yourself to cuddle into the turtle.

At the end of the day and through his grumpy little exterior, Raphael really was just a giant cuddly teddy bear at heart. And the best part was that this side of him was for your eyes only. No one else's but yours.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 x reader #bayverse x reader #Raphael x reader

[astereim]

cookie dough. // gojo satoru.

↬ a/n: did i really come up with this fic idea while eating cookie dough ice cream and contemplating why i always eat the dough bits first? yes. at this point, i think i should just make this a drabble series bc clearly i am incapable of actual gojo fics LMAO.

↬ pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader // words: 719 // genre: fluff

↬ tags: gojjo is utterly whipped someone save him, he stares at your lips too much, shameless fluff and syrupiness, why is he like this

gojo satoru stares, nonplussed. god, you are going to be the death of him one day. 

he’s fairly certain he hasn’t properly comprehended what you’re saying.

you stare back, determined but somehow embarrassed. the faint darkness to your cheeks is a tell-tale sign.

why are you embarrassed when you’re the one saying things like this?! god, he bemoans silently, you really will be the death of him.

somehow, unbelievably, you repeat what you were saying. the corner of your lips quirk down a little as you stare at him, muttering about how you’re convinced he didn’t really listen to you anyway.

which, okay, fair, he didn’t. but how is he supposed to concentrate on what you’re saying when all his focus is taken by how you’re saying it. the shape of your lips sounding words will always be his favourite thing to stare at (megumi catches him once, throws him a disgusted look, and proceeds to always stand in front of you as if to shield you. gojo is offended, frankly. art is art, and he is but an admirer.)

you stomp your foot sharply and his eyes snap back up to your face. the blush has somewhat left your cheeks and it looks like you’re debating on whether or not you should continue. your eyes dart between him and the door, and gojo steps in front of you to redirect your attention.

he holds up his hands placatingly, grinning, “okay, okay, i promise i’m paying attention now. what were you saying?”

“i don’t even want to say it now.” you cross your arms and look away.

“pretty pleaseee,” gojo sing-songs, “i’ll cover the next mission.”

you whip around to stare at him, instantly won over. “seriously???”

gojo nods eagerly and he sighs internally as the blush reappears on your cheeks. do you have any idea how cute you look? he is losing his mind.

“i was just saying,” you start slowly, hesitantly rolling your tongue in your mouth. gojo thinks he is ready to go to heaven. this is it. this is his calling. 

“i was just saying that you’re like cookie dough to me.”

his thoughts come to a screeching halt. huh??? cookie dough??

you continue on hurriedly, “what i mean is…whenever i eat cookie dough ice cream, i always pick out the cookie dough bits and leave the chocolate chips for last. i thought it was because i didn’t like cookie dough so i wanted to get it over with, but i think i ate it first because i actually really, really like it. so…” you trail off, then pick up hesitantly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, “i think i didn’t say yes to dating you because i thought i didn’t like you but i also think i did it to make sure you kept on asking, so i think i might not not like you?”

you end with a hesitant question, eyes peeking up at his shades warily.

gojo, meanwhile, is absolutely lost. he can tell you’re waiting for a response but he has literally no clue what to say. he zoned out halfway when you started doing that thing with your teeth and lips and fuck, you’re still staring at him.

“i think you give me too much credit, (name), because all i picked up from that was that i’m like cookie dough to you, you always buy cookie dough ice cream, and therefore you want to eat me??”

you groan and slap a hand to your forehead and your cheeks darken even more. gojo laughs, pleased at your reaction. a lightbulb goes off in his head just as his brain processes what you said.

he reaches out and tugs you closer, hands on your waist and pressing into you as you frown up at him.

“wait so you’re saying yes??”

“if you had bothered to listen…” you grumble but he’s already grinning wickedly and leaning down to meet your lips with his own.

“shut up so you can kiss me properly. wouldn’t wanna miss the chance to eat me right?”

(you slap him upside the head and he laughs louder and proceeds to announce to all your close friends that every time you eat cookie dough ice cream, you’re actually imagining eating him. you wish you were buried six feet under.)

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x gn!reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff

[thetomorrowshow]

Get Him Flowers

friends enemies and future lovers, i am back home and had a wonderful trip

anyways i wrote some fluff! for like the first time in years tbh are you proud

this is my prompt fill for day 3 of @flower-husbands-week: Flowers!

~

“You know, Scar got Grian flowers,” Scott says out of the blue one day. Jimmy pauses in his work—they’re rebuilding the wall, stone this time, which Scott says will prevent it from being burnt down and Jimmy thinks looks cooler anyway.

He dusts his hands off, frowns. “When was that?”

Scott shrugs. “Right after he turned Red, I think. Grian told me. Just showed up with a whole bouquet.” He picks up a stone brick, smiles. “Just thought it was interesting.”

And while that’s not exactly the strangest thing that Scott’s ever said, something about it feels like a hint. A hint that Jimmy really ought to be taking, if he just knew what it was.

He oughtn’t go to Grian and Scar about it—they were liable to tell Scott immediately, and Jimmy has a sense that this is something he’s meant to figure out himself.

He gets back to work for now, turning the strange comment over in his mind. What sort of use would he make of the information that Grian has flowers (probably dead ones, at this point) and that Scar gave them to him?

He puzzles over it on and off for hours. There's just no way that Scott told him for the fun of it. He wants Jimmy to do something, and Jimmy's not sure he'll ever have a clue as to what.

Even if he's meant to work this out, he can't, and he doesn't like disappointing Scott because it always makes him a little bit sad, which makes Jimmy sad as well, and then they're both sad and that usually ends in something being done wrong just out of carelessness and with Jimmy on Red, they can't afford a single misstep.

They finish the work on that section of the wall by the time the sun begins to set, and while it feels good to be able to stretch properly and view all the progress they’ve done, Jimmy can’t stop thinking about what Scott said.

It’s got to be a hint of some sort. He keeps note when Scott does these things, and after the week of prodding at the design of Jimmy’s base had hit his oblivious ears Scott had huffed and complained and then fixed it himself. He’d been short with Jimmy for the entire next day. He doesn’t want a repeat of that occasion.

He can’t go to Scar and Grian. That means there’s only one other real ally he can visit, and to be fair? Cleo’s more likely to know about this stuff than Scar is.

Jimmy sleeps that night beside Scott, lying in bed for a good hour after Scott kisses him goodnight and promptly falls asleep, stares at nothing as he plans out his day tomorrow. Make some excuse to go to the Crastle, figure out what Scott had meant, then maybe stop by the desert to check on the reputation board and get back in time for dinner, hopefully with an answer to his questions.

-

“Crastle folk! It is I, Jimmy of the Hobbits!”

Bdubs’s head pops over the edge of the Crastle. “Whaddya want?” he screams down. “I’m on Red, I can kill you if I want!”

Jimmy freezes, one hand shading his eyes as he squints up at Bdubs. “But—but you won’t, right?”

Bdubs shrugs. “Have you seen Cleo?”

That had been his question as well. Cleo tended to be the more reasonable of the two, and she’s more likely to be able to help Jimmy than Bdubs is.

“Look, can you come down?” Jimmy eventually calls. “It’s—the sun’s in my eyes, and this shouting is exhausting—”

Bdubs’s head disappears. A minute later, the drawbridge lowers and the man skips over, his sword in hand. “Hi, Jimmy!” he says brightly, completely at odds with his threatening stance. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good! How’s the Crastle?”

“As huge as ever!”

“Great, now—” Jimmy glances around; still no Cleo. “See, I was coming over looking for Cleo, but if you’ve not seen her either—”

“No, she left hours ago,” confirms Bdubs. “Haven’t seen her since. Maybe I can help?”

“Oh, gosh, Bdubs, I just don’t know what to do!” Jimmy spills instantly, and he would’ve collapsed dramatically had there been anything to collapse onto. “Scott told me out of the blue that Scar gave Grian flowers, and when I asked why he was telling me he said it was just something he thought I ought to know! I don’t know why though or what he wants, so I was gonna see if Cleo had any clue.”

Bdubs nods seriously. “Oh, yeah. That’s an issue. No, I got nothing. Cleo should be back soon, wanna wait here?”

Jimmy agrees and the two of them shoot the breeze for a while, Bdubs’s sword ending up in the grass and Jimmy’s chestplate beside it. The urge to steal it is strong, but Jimmy’s pretty sure it’s more of an instinct to keep it away from Bdubs rather than attack him with it. He’s never quite felt the Red bloodlust that the others have described, preferring to stay back from skirmishes in order to protect Scott.

He resists, of course, and it’s only twenty minutes of chatting before Cleo comes over the hill. Jimmy feels immense relief—Bdubs’s fingers had been inching closer and closer to the sword hilt with every minute that passed, and he really didn’t want to fight the Crastle today.

“Cleo!” Bdubs yells, hopping up from his seat in the grass. “Cleo! Cleo! Hi!”

“Bdubs!” comes Cleo’s voice as she waves. “Hi, Bdubs! And . . . Jimmy?”

Jimmy salutes her.

“Why are you here?” Cleo asks once she’s close enough, walking right past them and into the Crastle. Jimmy takes it as an invitation in and follows Bdubs over the drawbridge. Cleo drops her satchel on a table inside, and Bdubs sits at said table while Jimmy hovers at the door. After a moment, Cleo shoots him a glare. “Well?”

And so Jimmy launches into an explanation of exactly what Scott said, what they were doing at the time, and why he thinks it was important. Bdubs adds entirely unhelpful comments throughout, but he manages to wrap it up in about twice the time it had taken him to explain it to Bdubs.

Cleo stares at him. Jimmy shrinks back a little bit. Is that a confused stare, or a why-am-I-dealing-with-this-idiot stare?

After a moment, she blinks and says, with utter despair and disdain, “Jimmy.”

Ah. So the second kind of stare, then.

Jimmy spreads his hands. “So . . . what do I do here? Please tell me what Scott wants, I’ll give you—” he searches his pockets, he’s got absolutely nothing— “a free pass to play Chick Chance?”

“I don’t want to play your stupid game, thank you.” Cleo still hasn’t moved, her mouth hanging slightly open, as if still unnerved by just how stupid Jimmy is. “I—” she rubs her face, grits out, “he wants you to get him flowers. Just go get him some flowers.”

She turns away, muttering something under her breath that sounds suspiciously disparaging.

It’s . . . it’s an odd request, isn’t it?

Bdubs is now nodding knowingly, but Jimmy’s just not sure. Scott doesn’t usually want anything like that. Usually, if Scott wants something like that, he’ll just go out and do it himself.

“There’s some flowers down by the abandoned village,” Bdubs suggests helpfully, opening the door for him. “Good luck!” He practically pushes Jimmy out of the Crastle, slams the door in his face. Jimmy stands there for a moment, still trying to work out why he has to do this, when the drawbridge starts raising. He barely makes it back over in time.

Well, Scott’s word is law, he supposes. Jimmy puts any doubts he has out of mind and hikes his backpack higher onto his shoulders before setting off for the village.

-

The sun is setting by the time he loops round to the desert, waving to Scar and his bumblebee up on Monopoly Mountain. Scar calls his name cheerily, and Grian emerges from within the house, waving in response. Both make their way down the mountain toward Jimmy, who waits patiently by the reputation board.

“Hello, Jimmy!” Scar greets, his bumblebee bouncing behind him. “What brings you to Monopoly Mountain?”

“Timmy, could you give Scott a couple of these blaze rods in exchange for some nether wart?” asks Grian, coming up behind Scar. “He was meant to come by earlier, but—” He stops mid-sentence at the bundle of wildflowers suddenly shoved under his nose. “I—what?”

Jimmy brandishes the flowers, some dirt shaking off their roots. “They’re for you! Happy—whatever the occasion is, I’m not sure.”

Grian frowns, glances at Scar, looks back at the flowers. “Tim, I—what’s this?”

Jimmy sighs, straightens his shoulders self-consciously. He hadn’t looked at the enderman on the way in, right? Probably not. The desert marks him uneasy, he really just wants to get home. “Scott just told me to get you flowers, all right? So here you go.”

Grian blinks, but moves to take them. “I—why? I don’t know—”

“I don’t know either,” Jimmy tells him, and as soon as the bouquet is out of his hands, he tugs his backpack up and heads out. “See you boys later!”

He’s sure that Scar and Grian are still watching him as he leaves, but Jimmy feels more relieved than anything. He’d done exactly what Scott wanted, and he hadn’t even needed too much help!

When Scott explains to him, later, tone vacillating between upset and hysterically amused, Jimmy blushes to the tips of his ears. That’s going to be an awkward conversation with Grian later.

But now, finally, Jimmy understands, and he picks a bouquet of poppies for his perfect husband—and as he gently pulls each one from the dirt, he holds the stems tight, transferring all the love in his heart to them.

Somehow, he thinks later, stretched out on his back in the field with Scott’s hand in his, Scott had received every ounce of love poured into the flowers clutched to his chest.

#Flower Husbands Week #Flower Husbands Week 2022 #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #3rd life smp #3rd life fanfic #mcyt #mas writes #guys i am. so tired #i have been driving for like three days straight #well no. i only drove abt 6 hours per day tbf #but STILL #i am tired to the bone #anyways this may be fluff but the next fic im working on this week will not be #so how did i do for my first fh fluff? #lmk what you think! #love you guys

[lieonarch]

// inversion spoilers , major character death , canon divergence 

honey is empowered and have the same abilities as xavier bc theyre his older siblings. they and guy watched the livestream for the games from home, guy even took a day off bc he wanted to see xavier perform and the two were so proud of him when he came up. 

but then the inversion happened and they couldnt see anything on the screen for a long time, guy is trying to figure out if it was their internet/TV (wherever DAMN decides it’s good to broadcast). Guy’s asking neighbours probably, trying to see if they encounter the same issue but everyone else was fine. honey is calling DAMN customer service (whatever they have related to it) but the answer they get is a rushed or panicked phrases telling them to calm down which didn’t help. 

honey decided they’d go to the location and guy persuaded them to let him come along to accompany them.  guy stayed further away when they bring down the ward while honey along with other empowered people help eradicate the shades. Everyone is all safe again, at least everyone around them but both honey and guy can’t seem to find where xavier is. 

Now here’s 2 alternate endings that have minor differences but both are still pretty sad (im putting this bc i have no clue which one is correct info)  1. considering if ppl killed by shades leave a corpse, honey and guy would collied with one of the officers who are tasked in collecting the dead bodies (they dont know thats their job) so honey asks them if theyve seen xavier whilst describing what he looked like. Imagine if that officer has just moved xavier’s dead body to a tent filled with others and thats where they take honey and guy. So now, guy is just watching his lover falling to their knees at the sight of their dead brother who had depended on honey and was pampered by honey since they were both young kids  2. if the shades don’t leave behind a corpse, i think they’d give honey and guy some sort of object xavier left behind like a piece of cloth from his clothing maybe and i think this would be worse? bc i can imagine honey not buying it, i think it’ll be something they cant properly move on from for quite a while bc they insist a more solid prove that they lost their brother. while guy as an non empowered watching this is terrified and he thinks it’s unfair too that they can’t at least see xavier one last time.

also can you imagine if they have a funeral of some sort for xavier and huxley accompanied by damien, lasko, freelancer and gavin bc they were the last two to see him die (i think damien and lasko are there for extra support too). huxley realizes that honey is xavier’s closest family member and didn’t know how to react when honey approached him, he was nervous but honey disregarded that and instead asked him if xavier has been good to huxley and everyone in DAMN while he was alive bc honey didn’t get to see xavier often while he was in studying :”) and huxley says while choking back tears that xavier was a great person and they both just kind of stand there,,,,,:”) 

#redacted asmr #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted xavier #redacted damn #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #im so sorry yall #happy times are over now back to our regularly scheduled angst program

[alloru]

To start this off, I just wanna say that I really don't mean this in a mean way. Please don't take this as me hating on your art or anything. I just wanna say a few things that could maybe help you in the future.

For the record, your art is great. The color choices are nice to look at, the line art is clean, the characters seem interesting and overall it's all quite pretty. But there are two things that I have to tell you about.

1.) Same face syndrome. With a lot of your drawings I noticed that a lot of the faces look almost exactly the same. This can become an issue when you want people to be able to differentiate your characters. You did manage to pull it off with your latest drawings, which is great! You should try to keep it up!

2.) Some of the expressions feel really lifeless. I apologize as I can't really pinpoint the exact reason why I think that, but I think it's connected to 1.). The one thing I can say is that the sparkles you add into the eyes can be too much at times. It might also be due to the blush but I'm really not sure.

3.) When you make the lower part of a characters lips a different color it can look quite weird. Try making it a bit thinner without the line art.

That's all I have to say. I apologize in advance if maybe I'm wrong about something, these are just things that I have noticed. I hope I helped maybe a little bit. Have a good day!

ooh thank you so much for the feedback!

I have been trying to get a lot more expressive with my character's emotions and their poses recently! part of the lifeless faces could definitely be because of all the profile shots for inktober, since I have to admit I didn't have much of an artistic vision for the majority of them. I'll definitely keep that in mind for the future though! :D

I didn't notice the same face syndrome at all to be honest, but now that you say it I do result to really similar facial features when drawing random characters. maybe I'll try to bring some of my personal ocs in the mix as well so I have more reason to get creative with those

I'm still on my way to figuring out my style, so I have no clue how to properly address the critique points on my stylistic choices quite yet. I'll be focusing more on the shading for the next piece coming up, since that's an aspect I've wanted to improve for quite a while now, so hopefully I'll figure it out eventually. thanks a bunch for all the insight though! it helps a lot ^-^

#text #text post #critique #this stuff is really helpful #I don't know if I can fix all of it at once though #some things are still personal preference ig #but thank you! #loru talks

[petculiars]

Cool Names for Your Pet Hermit Crab

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Cool Names for Your Pet Hermit Crab

You might not know this but hermit crabs don’t socialize a lot. This can be pretty helpful if you’d want just one as a pet. One of the first issues you will be faced with when you bring your hermit crab home aside from creating its perfect habitat will be to find a great name for it. This article should give you some really interesting name ideas for a pet hermit crab.

Colors of the Ocean

You can get inspiration when it comes to naming your pet hermit crab from the many marine colors like green, cyan, teal, or blue, or from the pet’s skin color like orange, scarlet, or red, or even the color of the shell.

Most people consider a pet hermit crab quite the unusual choice of pet. These creatures are not at all active and will most of the time go through an entire day in the comfort of their shells. One important aspect you need to consider is that these creatures are very delicate and will need a lot of care to develop properly. You will have to build a tank or enclosure very similar to what they’d find in their natural habitat. They will become great pets for all of the family, including the children because they are practically harmless. They won’t need a lot of food or space either. You have a lot of different types of food you can give them because they are considered omnivorous.

You might also like my articles on name ideas for cute frogs, squids, or axolotls.

While naming, you can use the ocean and its coastal environment as inspiration. For example, a pet male hermit crab can be named ‘Blue’ or ‘Palm’, while the female can be named ‘Coral’, ‘Shelly’, or ‘Pearl’.

Famous Crab Names

If you don’t know what name to give your pet crab, then go for the name of a famous character. This list isn’t a very long one because, to be honest, I don’t know a lot of famous hermit grabs (some of them I found on Google myself), but you’ll surely find others as well if you’re passionate about these creatures.

Ms. Krabappel – Although not really a crab in the normal sense, her name does have the crab work in it and she is a very popular Simpsons character. )

Tamatoa, the giant crab from Moana

Cancer, after the star sign and constellation

Sebastian from The Little Mermaid

Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob SquarePants

Great Names for a Hermit Crab Pet

Female Pet Hermit Crab Names Male Pet Hermit Crab Names Wavy Water Tika Twister Swirly Tongs Sunny Toby Spongy Tide Silver Teal Shini Surf Shina Snappy Shelly Shield Shelby Shade Sandy Sebastian Sandra Seaman Salty Scribbles Saila Sand Ruby Sammy Pookie Raf Peeky Palm Peeka Oreo Pearl Odie Palm Pip Orange Pench Oceana Ocean Nickie Mr. Krabs Munchy Mr. Hook Moe Mr. Deep Mino Mr. Beach Migo Moon Meenie Max Marina Jamie Maria Hermie Krabba Green Kinky Gold Keisha George Ivory

How Do You Know if a Hermit Crab Is a Boy or a Girl?

It is usually pretty complicated to find out for sure what gender is your hermit crab. There are some people that would even tell you that hermit crabs can change their gender throughout their lifetimes. Although this is a hard task even for specialists, there are some clues that might help you out. Before reading the clues, keep in mind that you should never take a crab out of the shell using force, even if only for a short while in the hopes of determining its gender. It really isn’t a fun experience for the creature.

If you have an older, larger crab, then people say you can actually get the gender out of the look of its legs. The male will usually have spiny, hairy legs, while the female will have smoother ones.

A female land hermit crab will also have gonopores, which are small openings, which can be visible or not in the first section of her back walking legs.

To be perfectly honest, you might never know the gender of your hermit crab pet but there is also some good news about this: A hermit crab will never breed in captivity so if this was your problem, you really have nothing to worry about.

Naming Your Pair of Pet Hermit Crabs

Tide and Wave

Teensy and Weensy

Surf and Turf

Shelly and Shelby

Sea and Ocean

Sand and Paper

Peeky and Peepy

Foam and Roam

Curly and Hurly

Big and Small

It will take a lot of responsibility to raise any animal as your pet. You will have to read up on tips to raise the particular pet. If you’re not sure what to name a pet, you can always ask for help from family members because they might have some pretty creative ideas.

[tetsuwhore]

𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 | 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Description: you’re so soft, so pliant against him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as you look up at him. it makes Oikawa want to ruin you. so, he does.

Warning: explicit smut - corruption kink, overstimulation, one mention of videotaping, soft dom!Oikawa, shy!Reader

Length: 4.1k words

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Oikawa had only wanted to kiss you goodbye.

That’s all he had meant to do - end the night a little sweet before leaving your doorway for the drive back to his apartment. Maybe even whisper something in your ear about how he couldn’t wait to see how pretty you looked in your outfit for the next date night, just so he had one last chance to see your face grow pink at his cheekiness.

But he doesn’t even reach that far, because before he can pull away, you’re grasping on to the thick of his shoulders, bringing his lips back against your soft ones. You’re kissing him hard, with far more vigour than he was expecting. It’s uncharacteristic of you. He can’t bring himself to pull away. 

He wants to lose himself - to the saccharine scent of your perfume, to the magnetic pull of your arms as they loop around his neck, to the feeling of your soft tits pressing up against the hardness of his chest. Suddenly, Oikawa’s intoxicated, and it has nothing to do with the wine from earlier tonight. No, it’s you; you’re everywhere, all around him. And he’s so tempted to simply give in to the inebriation. 

But he shouldn’t. It was too early, wasn’t it? No, he should wait until you’re ready. That would be the right thing to do. All he had to do was gently pull away from you and-

“Oikawa-kun… I need you to, um, to touch me? Please?”

Fuck. You’re practically begging him to fuck you. And he wants to. Oikawa wants to. 

Maybe he should. He considers the thought - it would be cruel of him not to, wouldn’t it? To deny you, even when he can feel the needy undulation of your front against his crotch, and your hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of your blouse. 

And when you begin moaning into his mouth, whining about how you wanted him - no, needed him - to make you feel good, Oikawa knows that he physically can’t push you away. 

So he makes haste of fishing your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door, and swiftly bringing you inside before he lost all his senses and fucked you right there at the doorway of your apartment. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

It’s amusing, really. 

How the moment Oikawa has you laying on the bed, with him hovering on top of you, you lose all remnants of that forwardness. Every trace of the boldness from earlier melts away, and left behind, is his shy, timid girlfriend. 

He’s stripped your pants away, leaving your bottom half naked, save for your panties. It’s a flimsy thing, with fabric so thin that he can practically feel the dampness soaking through to his pants. And it does absolutely nothing to protect you from the rutting of his hardening bulge against your clothed clit.

It’s the slightest motion, just a simple brush every so often. And yet, you’re already a shaky mess under him, blushing and quivering at every movement. You’re unable to even look at him, tilting your head to the side, eyes pulled tightly shut.

“You need to be touched here,” Oikawa coos, his fingers lightly ghosting along the length of your clothed slit, “don’t you, baby?” He chuckles at the sight of your frantic nodding, moving off of you to support himself on one elbow. Thumbing your panties, he looks to you for permission, “How about we get this out of the way, hmm?”

Upon receiving your shy nod, he loops deft fingers into the waistband, slowing prying the fabric away from your dripping cunt. Oikawa has to contain himself - take a deep breath in so he doesn’t cum in his pants - as his eyes follow the clear string of slickness left behind as he slides your panties along your quivering thighs, all the way down to your ankles, before placing it aside. 

Your eyes are still screwed shut, likely from the embarrassment of being so exposed in front of him. But when a second passes, then one more, and then another still, your eyes flutter open. You turn to him, confusion evident in your expression as you watch him remain where he is - idly resting by your side on one arm. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

Your eyes are the size of saucers now, gaping up at him as you stutter over your words.

“I- I can’t- That’s too…”

“Go on, baby,” Oikawa coaxes gently, “For me.”

He follows your shaky hand as it ghosts along your abdomen, before finally reaching the place between your legs. He’s patient, waiting silently as he watches your eyes fall shut again, listening for the soft whimpers that escape your lips as your fumbling fingers brush against your quivering inner folds. 

You have your bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth - a habit of nervousness, he’s learnt. Nervous about what? Nervous about… him? The thought of it makes Oikawa grin to himself. Even with your eyes closed, he knows you’re aware. You’re painfully aware of how he’s watching you, silently scrutinizing your slightest movements, your every reaction.

It’s a tinge sadistic, he knows; he really should be doing more to make you feel more at ease. And yet, the sight of you so self-conscious and awkward under his sharp gaze, so desperate to make yourself as small as you can… 

It just makes him even harder.

“Oikawa-kun… I can’t”

He’s quick to card his fingers through your hair, softly rubbing them against your scalp in soothing motions. Planting a light kiss to your forehead, Oikawa whispers reassuring praises in your ear, hoping it would be enough to coax you into continuing the ministrations of your fingers.

“No, I really c-can’t…” your voice is so small that he barely catches what you say, “I don’t- I don’t know how…” 

Huh. How interesting. 

Oikawa raises a brow in curiosity, “You’ve never touched yourself before?” Shaking your head, “Just on-once,” you quietly confess, “but I didn’t, um… y’know…” 

Very interesting, indeed. 

“Tell me about it,” he presses gently, “What did you think about, hmm?”

“It was that day after you, um, you t-took me to… to watch you practice,” your voice is laced with embarrassment now, uncontrollably shaky, “I couldn’t s-stop thinking about you...” Gulping, you keep going, “So, uh, after you dr-dropped me home, I- I-” 

Oikawa hums, hoping the feigned nonchalance of it was believable enough to hide how crazy your words were driving him. 

“I tried to, um, you know, t-touch… d-down there... but all I could t-think, oh-” your breath hitches in surprise as you glance down to find his other hand drawing slow circles on the skin of your thigh. Hovering so, very dangerously close to the heat of your cunt. And yet, he keeps his eyes on your face, waiting for you to continue.

“I kept thinking about… about y-your fingers… how they’re so much longer and, ah- and th-thicker than mine,” his eyes are growing wider, darker at every utterance slipping from your lips. Did you have any idea what you were doing to his ego?

“And how mine got too… um, too t-tired to continue, but yours,” you’re struggling so hard now, voice so shaky that you’re barely coherent, “yours would pr-probably m-make… make me… oh-”

But now those very fingers are lightly tracing the outside of your pussy lips, and the rest of it comes out so garbled that Oikawa isn’t even sure it can be considered speech. It’s okay, he can forgive you. Because fuck, this was really too much, and he would be a hypocrite to chide you for it.

Oikawa would be a hypocrite to judge you when his own thoughts were completely scrambled, swarming all over the place as he zoned in on the mental picture of you. 

Of his cute girlfriend, lying alone in her bed that night, fingers sunken deep into her dripping cunt as she fantasized about him. Of his little sweetheart, realizing in frustration that her tiny little fingers weren’t enough to make her cum, that they could never be enough, because she needed him to do it for her. Of his-

“Oikawa-kun, please!” your shrill pleading interrupts his thoughts, “I-I need… I need…” 

Him. You need him. 

And oh, he wanted to give you what you needed. Oikawa wanted to fuck you up, he wanted to ruin you, he wanted to use his fingers, his tongue, his thigh, his cock, all of it, until you were completely and utterly tainted by him. 

Still, he was selfish. He couldn’t just give you everything that easily, right? He was ready to spoil you (and he did mean in both ways), but he needed something from you first.

“Okay, cutie, okay,” Oikawa has to hide the laugh bubbling in his throat when he hears your breath of relief, “But first, I think you need to address me properly.”

“Huh? Oikawa-kun, wha-”

He tuts disapprovingly at that, trailing his fingers away from your clit, now throbbing from being neglected for so long. He chuckles when you try to grip on to his arm, weakly attempting to bring him to where you needed him most. Except, he was Oikawa Tooru - professionally trained athlete. It wouldn’t work. 

You’re still shaking, skin still flushed that gorgeous shade of crimson. But there’s a desperation in you now, a hunger for more, and he sees it perfectly in your frenzied movements as you grind your hips up in a feeble attempt to reach his straying fingers. 

He hears it loud and clear in your shrill whines as you beg, “Oikawa… I’ll do a-anything, just- just touch me!”

This time, Oikawa does laugh. It’s low, dark, as he takes in your words. Were you even aware of what you were saying, of the magnitude of that word - ‘anything’? But as his gaze returns to your face, as he watches how you peer up at him through tear-glazed eyes, eyelashes fluttering ever so innocently, he realizes. 

No. You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re offering him, the power you’re placing in his hands. It’s dangerous. Because again, Oikawa - ever the opportunist - is selfish. And when you offer him an inch, he’ll always go after the mile.

“My little cutie is willing to do anything? Just so I make her cum? Hmm, how about...” he hums against your neck, grinning at how you shudder at the feel of his hot breath on your skin, “...you call me by my name then?”

You look up at him in confusion, “W-What? Oik-”

“My actual name.”

It’s such a simple thing really, so easy to overlook. Getting you to drop the formalities. One by one - first with the lack of honorifics, and now, using his first name. To anyone else, it may have seemed so trivial. But this was you. His shy little girlfriend - so respectful, so polite, always ready with your pleases and thank yous.

“Please make me cum… T-Tooru…” 

And so, it was more than enough for him. 

Suddenly, he’s on top of you again, hot mouth swallowing your surprised whimpers as he kisses you hard, rough, hungry. Oikawa’s ruthless as his teeth tug down on your bottom lip, giving way for his tongue to slither in and taste the sweet inside of your mouth. It swipes against the edges of your teeth, licks up into the roof of your mouth, before finally tangling with yours. 

And fuck, you’re moaning, you’re moaning into the kiss, because now his bulge is right against your naked cunt, rubbing up your swollen clit.

You flinch when the sound of ripping fabric echoes through the room. 

His large hands pull the shredded remnants of your blouse away, allowing him a second to drink in your trembling form, now free of the oppressive cloth hiding you away from him. Oikawa trails his eyes down your heaving chest, focuses on the slight jiggle of your naked breasts as you attempt to control your staggering breaths. 

You remind him of a porcelain doll - pretty, delicate, probably been treated like fragile glassware all your life.  And your skin… your skin is smooth as china; it’s completely clear, with not a single blemish in sight. 

Yet, all Oikawa can think about is tarnishing it, bruising it, treating it like his own personal canvas and splotching it with angry blooms of red, blue, and purple. 

So, he does. His mouth ravages the expanse of your skin, sucking and kissing and licking and biting, exploring every crevice. But wait- you’re pushing him away, fingers wrangling with the hem of his shirt. Pulling apart, Oikawa makes haste of yanking his shirt off, hissing when he finally, finally feels your dainty hands grasping on to his naked skin.

Then he’s back to abusing your skin, delving into the soft cups of your breasts, into the crook of your neck. And he can hear all kinds of sounds escaping your lips - from pleasure, desperation, maybe even… pain? 

He can’t tell; and he would’ve been more concerned, but right now, he simply doesn’t care, because you’re moaning for ‘more Tooru!’, you’re gripping his shoulders closer to you and you’re arching your back up so he can latch his mouth onto one of your nipples.

Your thighs are already quivering as he glides down to hover over them, slowly trailing kisses along the skin of your midriff before finally settling in between your legs. You watch, breath bated, eyes wide in trepidation as Oikawa slowly hooks one calve over his broad shoulder. The other thigh, however, he presses flat down on the mattress. 

“Don’t move this one.”

You’re blushing fiery red, clearly mortified at having your cunt spread open on display in front of him. And yet, you see how much his eyes have hardened, now a murky black as they lock on you. There isn’t any option available other than to nod. 

“Good girl.”

And as Oikawa peers down at your glistening folds - his face so close that he’s practically inhaling the smell of sex, of sin - he wishes he had the patience to draw it out, to explore every part of you properly. But your desperation is practically palpable, with the frenzied undulation of your hips, and the way you’re chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation. 

He decides to be generous. 

With one clear, fluid stroke, he’s dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, and he’s dragging the most wanton moan out of your lips. He can’t hold back his own sounds either, because fuck, you’re delicious. You’re saccharine sweet, and all Oikawa can think about is how he wants more, more, more.

So he takes it. Straightening his tongue out, he moves it past your slit, dips it into the warm cavern of your cunt and laps up all the slickness he can reach. His nose is nudged up against your clit, brushing against it as his slick tongue continues to explore the inside of your slopping pussy. 

Oikawa tilts his head to the side slightly, stealing a glance at the thigh that isn’t in his grasp. It’s trembling, hovering ever-so-slightly off the mattress. And yet, he can see how painfully tight the muscle is strained as it remains in its place, just like he asked (or rather, ordered). Even with his mouth buried deep in your folds, he feels his lips draw into a smile. You’re such a good girl for him; so obedient. 

Deciding that he had indulged enough, Oikawa withdraws his tongue from inside you and begins furiously lapping it up, all the way from your slit to your throbbing clit. He keeps it up, repeating it again and- wait, suddenly, he realizes that you’ve fallen quiet, and he looks up, and... are you- are you wincing? Concerned, he pulls away slightly. 

“Something wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

His warm hand caresses up and down your thigh, reassuring you as you attempt to muster up the right words, “I- I like it. But, um, c-could you… could you, maybe go… softer?”

Oikawa chuckles to himself, as he settles back in. Of course. How could he allow himself to get so carried away? His little cutie was delicate, so utterly sensitive to his every touch. He needed to keep in mind that he couldn’t just ravage you at every stop.

(Even if the thought was a little more than enticing). 

And ah, there it is. That’s the sound he was looking for. Oikawa knows he’s got it right when you’re squirming in his hold, sharp whimpers and mewls bubbling out of your lips over, and over, and over again. So he swipes his tongue the same way you seem to enjoy so much.

Over, and over, and over again.

You’ve shed away all inhibitions now, shamelessly grinding your cunt against his face, smearing your slick all over his chin and cheeks. His peripherals roam up your quivering body, settling on your face. Your neck is jerked forward slightly, granting him the perfect view of your expression. You have your eyes screwed shut, mouth pulled slack, cheeks reddened and slightly wet with your spit running down the sides.

Fuck. You’re gorgeous like this. Oikawa wants to brand the image into his memory, keep it safe so it can resurface every time he’s alone and got his hand wrapped around his dick as he thinks about you. Or maybe... maybe, you’d even let him get a camera to record it?

Well, he’ll have to remember to ask about it, but later. Because suddenly, your tiny fingers are tangling themselves in his chocolate locks, your lips sobbing a string of “Tooru! Tooru! Tooru!” You cum violently, messily as your cunt practically drools on to his tongue. Oikawa eats you through it, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure on his flattened tongue. 

And then, he keeps going.

He doesn’t pull away even as you cry out at the oversensitivity, your knee knocking into his temple in a frenzied restlessness. Oikawa simply grips your hips down into the mattress and keeps his tongue buried in the folds of your hot cunt, tangling his tongue against the little nub. He only settles back once you’ve cum again, sending a fresh new pool of slickness dripping down his chin. 

You don’t expect it when he surges up to place his body on top of yours, his lips already finding yours in a hungry kiss. It’s messy, with your release smearing all over your cheeks and chin from his face. Oikawa pulls away once he’s satisfied, giving you the chance to finally, finally catch a short breath. He grins at the fresh slick now coating your lower face. 

Parting your lips with his thumb, he smears it across your tongue, grinning as he asks, “Tastes good, don’t you think?”

He watches as you tilt your face to the side, casting your eyes away from his piercing gaze. You respond with a shy nod. 

“So, cutie,” Oikawa begins, a smug smirk on his face, “You must be pretty tired, I don’t think you can handle my cock right away. Maybe we should leave it at this, hmm?” 

And fuck, it’s all worth it when he sees the desperation, the pure need on your face when you rush to grip on to his forearm, begging him to keep going, that you could take whatever he had to give you, that you needed something to fill you up.

Sure enough, when he glances down, he sees how your cunt pulsates, clenching around nothing. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. 

“Since you seem so insistent,” he feigns a cocky tone, as if he isn’t the one with the raging boner, “You want me to fuck you then? Stretch you out with my cock?”

You remain silent, choosing to nod again. Oh, that wouldn’t do. “No, no,” Oikawa shakes his head in disapproval, “Use your words, baby.”

“Want you to-” your lower lip trembles as you speak, the embarrassment causing hot tears to gather at the corners of your closed eyes, “want you to- to f-fuck me… Tooru...” 

Hearing such filth escape your lips is the last straw. His patience is now replaced by a ferocious need, a craving, a hunger. 

From that point, the rest feels like a fever dream. Oikawa remembers sheathing himself in you, gritting his teeth and hissing as your tight cunt somehow manages to resist the entry of his cock while simultaneously sucking him in deeper. He can feel the sharp sting of your nails as they scramble for purchase on the sweat sheened surface of his broad back. 

He definitely remembers the way you tighten up as you cum, your body succumbing to his strong thrusts and harsh rutting against your clit. The silky walls of your cunt clamp up around his dick, making him have to work harder and harder to move every inch. 

Oikawa recalls you whimpering into his ear, sobbing about how it was too much, how you couldn’t handle more, how you were far too sensitive. And yet, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, because it’s you who is pulling his hips deeper into you with your legs, and it’s you who has got your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a deadlock. 

What Oikawa can picture most vividly, however, is you cupping his flushed cheeks, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. The tenderness of your touch, of your warm mouth, of you, so soft and pliant under him - it’s all such a stark contrast to the harshness of his thrusts. 

Then, your gentle voice is at his ear again, but this time you’re telling him you love him, you love him, you love him, you-

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ*⋆.*:･ﾟ: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The room is dense with the sound of your staggering breaths intermingling with his. 

For a moment, Oikawa allows himself to black the world out, closing his eyes and resting his head against your heaving breasts. He can faintly feel a soft pressure against his temple - he realizes that it’s your lips, planting one, two, three kisses along his skin. 

Lifting his head up, Oikawa allows his eyes to fall open, so they can face yours. 

And then, you’re both breaking out into giggles. 

“Fuck, you deserve an Oscar for that.”

“God, yeah, I definitely do,” you laugh, “Hell, I almost believed myself during some of it.”

“It was incredible, baby. Really,” Oikawa’s tone grows uncharacteristically hesitant as he continues, “But… you enjoyed it too, right? Wasn’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“Relax, Tooru. No, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you shake your head, your hands moving to gently cup his face. “I knew I could trust you. Besides, t’was fun playing pillow princess for a bit. But, uh...” you stretch out your leg, wincing at the ache, “my thigh is sore as a bitch right now.” 

He chuckles at that, a long arm already extending down your leg to massage the cramps away. 

“Really though, who would’ve guessed - world famous athlete Oikawa Tooru is really a freak who fantasizes about ruining his-” you snicker as you make a mock attempt at imitating his silky tone, “his ‘innocent little cutie’ of a girlfriend.” 

“Hey! It’s not that weird,” Oikawa whines defensively. “But, fuck, you really pulled some of that stuff straight out of my fantasies. Like, that whole thing about not being able to touch yourself properly because you needed me to get you off? It’s so-” 

“I would like to interject and remind you that you cannot possibly expect me to believe that you’d know how to get me off better than I would. No fucking way a dude knows my body better than I do. That’s some weird porn shit right there.”

“Shhh, it’s a nice fantasy, though - my girl fucking herself silly on her fingers, only to get frustrated when she can’t cum because it doesn’t feel right and she needs me to do it for her. Don’t spoil it, let a man dream.”

You roll your eyes at him, flicking his forehead with your finger, but nonetheless, pull his head back against your chest. Oikawa settles against you with a satisfied yawn, strong arms wrapped tight around your middle. 

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Tooru...”

Oh no.

He can feel the incessant tapping of your fingers against his fingers. Looking up, he groans at the sight of the mischievous grin on your face. 

“I know you want to,” he sighs, “Just say it.”

“...even if you are a freak.”

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"Why me of all people?"

Characters: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Word Count: 1277

A/N: Enjoy this quick writing I made. It was just to get my brain started before I continue on writing my Tokyo Revengers fan fiction. Requests are open, feel free to leave requests but make sure to read my pinned post first. Thank you!

There was no doubt that Shinichiro Sano was a woman's dream man. So, you instantly knew you had no chance with him. He was popular, respected by many people, a family man, humble, kind, and of course, he was the most attractive guy you've met so far.

And, as for you? Well, let's just say you were a problem child. Yes, you have good grades and are talented in a lot of aspects. But, at the same time, you were the type of person who sneaks out at 10 P.M. and doesn't know how to properly dress herself. In short, everyone was intimidated by your unpredictable nature.

One day, you were fixing the mess in your locker since you stocked up a lot of things for your extracurricular activities. As you closed your locker door, you were startled to see Shinichiro reading the school newspaper while leaning on the locker beside yours.

"What do you need?" You irritatingly asked since you had your monthly visit at that time. "Uhm, wanna go out sometime?" He focused his attention on you as he closed the newspaper. "Excuse me, what? From all I know, we're the total opposites. Are you sure you’re asking the right person? I’m Y/N L/N." You rolled your eyes at him and started to walk away while you hugged your textbooks. He followed you and started talking, “I wouldn’t follow you if I wasn’t sure, right?” You stopped walking from what he said. You looked at him with disinterest in your face. “I’m sorry, but no. You might be everyone’s dream man, but I heard you’re a womanizer. So, goodbye, and have a nice day. Don’t bother me anymore.”

When you got home, you realized that you just turned down someone way out of your league. And, you didn’t have a clue why he was so interested in you. You were wearing plain blue denim jeans and a white shirt. Overall, you were just a plain girl. But, you heard stories of countless girls crying over Shinichiro.

But, that day, you thought he would stop.

He would follow you around in the hallway and try to talk to you. He would have his friends force you to go to where he was. He and his gang once went to your house and serenaded you, which made your mother push you to him. For 2 months, he never stopped doing this. No matter how many times you rejected him. The two of you had a class together, and in that class, while you were busy taking down notes, someone threw a piece of crumpled paper in your head. When you turned around, his friend, Takeomi, told me to open it. Of course, there was a question in the paper “Go out with me?” And the only two options were yes or a BIG YES. You threw the paper right back at him. What you did was you put another box below the word “or” and that’s what you shaded. Takeomi gasped in disbelief and the teacher was distracted. You turned to look at Shinichiro with a victorious smile, yet he wasn’t looking back with a playful smile. He looked really upset.

Days have passed by, and Shinichiro has stopped bothering you. But, it felt like something was missing. You saw him and his friends on the school parking lot on their motorcycle, ready to go. But, when your eyes met him, your heart started to beat faster than normal. And, that’s when you had the urge to call him. But, to your shock, he ignored you. This is when you came to a conclusion that he might really like you and his feelings were genuine. Heck, you admitted to yourself that you like him too. No gossip had been spread ever since he started to go after you. Which only means that he wasn’t playing with your feelings after all.

You were getting miserable, really. You didn’t realize that all his peskiness made you drawn to him even more. Every day, you’d think, “what kind of facade would he do now?”

And, you just found yourself to be in his garage, waiting for him. It was raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella. You just waited until he came back. When your surroundings got a little darker, you noticed someone was shielding you from the rain. And, when you looked up, you saw Shinichiro.

“Hey! It’s raining, why are you here?” Suddenly, along with the rain, your tears were falling. You were thankful for the rain for hiding your emotions. But, he seemed to notice. He eventually sat with you in the rain. “You never believed I like you, huh?” You nodded your head since you were unable to speak. He sighed before he started speaking, “Y/N, you were amazing. Yes, I’ll admit, it started as some kind of bet between me and my friends that I can make you fall in love. But, slowly, I realized you were like no other girl I’ve met before. Through the times you try to ignore me, I am observing you. And, that’s when I knew I messed up, but in a good way. Because I was so whipped for this girl I’ll never have a chance with. I eventually gave up on the idea that you’ll agree to go out with me. But, that’s fine.” He looked down on the ground. “You know Shinichiro, you’re a pain in the ass. You were the cause of my headache. And, I didn’t have a clue why you would even pursue a nobody like me. The question I have in my mind is why me of all people?” You slightly raised your voice. He looked at you as he gave you a painful smile. “Because even if you saw me as an enemy, I saw you as an angel. The only reason I agreed to that bet was that I already had my eyes on you for the longest time. I know you won’t believe me, but Y/N, I didn’t choose you because you were interesting to me. I chose you, or rather my heart chose you because you’re everything I want in a person.” Your eyes widened in surprise. For the first time, you smiled at him and said, “Well, even if you annoy me most of the time, I can’t help but fall for you.” He slowly looked at you, almost like he was scared. But, that expression soon became him jumping in the puddle of rain, and the water splashing on you. He helped you get up as he carried you. He spun you around which made the drops of rain hit your faces harder. “Trust me, I’ll make you the happiest girl.”

“And, that’s how my story with your father began.” You said as your daughter started to yawn. But, your son still wanted more stories. On the door, Shinichiro, your first and last, and the love of your life, was standing in the door who seemed to hear everything you told your children. “Yeah, your mom is more stubborn than ever. I realized I was up for a challenge when she became my girlfriend. But, you two are the product of our love.” He gently said as he caressed the hair of your son.

It was his turn to tell his story while you were cuddled up in his arms. You never imagined this is what your life would be like. But, with Shinichiro, he makes every day a perfect day. And, now, even after hating him, you’re happily married to him and you’re still so damn in love with your husband.

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My Girl

Part three, I'm sorry in advance

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Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader 

Genre: Fluff and some angst 

Warnings: Mentions of drunk driving, premature birth, adoption, and a car accident

Word Count: 3.6k (They just keep getting shorter, I know. I’m trying to make them longer.)

The outside world was now a dark shade of blue, the moon and stars beautifully illuminating the sky. The time read eleven-fifteen and yet no one dared to move off of the safety of your balcony. Cadence had fallen back into a slightly peaceful slumber, her congested nose being heard each time she took in a breath. Harry had carried her back to her room despite all of your comments on how you could get her when you go to bed. You hated to admit it but Harry was really good company. Especially when he compliments you on your tea making ability, although the only thing you did was add in some milk and honey with the tiniest bit of sugar.

Currently the two of you were laughing about something Harry had done when he was a child, his mother scolding him and almost getting grounded for “accidentally” punching a kid on the playground. If your opinion mattered in the slightest, you would say that he did it on purpose because of the evidence leading up to that point. “So, Cadence. How did you come up with that name? I've never heard of it before.” His voice was adoring, he was truly interested in what you had to say. He was pretty fond of the tint on your cheeks, though the night sky makes it hard for him to see them properly. “I have always loved the name Katie but I hated the name Kaitlyn, and I wanted it to be unique. I was originally going to name her Candace, but I didn’t want her to suffer with a name from Phineas and Ferb. Plus, who doesn’t like a good Mean Girls reference?”

You had a similar fondness for the green eyed beauty that sat beside you. His smile would quite possibly be the death of you, which wouldn’t be good because there was no way you could trust Zoey and Daniel to raise Cadence without messing her up in one way or another. “I think Cadence fits her perfectly. She’s like really smart as well, she’s only two right? I have never met a two year old who knew the phrase artificially flavoured, let alone a two year old who could speak as well as she can.” Honestly you didn’t think your cheeks could heat up anymore than they already were, but him speaking so positively on your daughter was something adored. It was something that you weren’t used to because of who her mom was.

“She is, yeah. When I tell you she had the whole alphabet memorised by a year, I’m not lying. I have no clue what that daycare is teaching her, but I can’t say that I mind it either. Just be glad you don’t see the sass on her, her mother was no better at that age. I wish that I could meet her and ask why she had such a drama queen.” Your tone joking, a slight laugh being let out as you finished the sentence. It wasn’t like Cadence was a diva all the time, but when she was, it could be a real hassle.

“Oh no, her mother is probably worse now more than ever.” Harry continued on with the joke. Talking with you had become slightly easier but he could tell there was something going on deeper than what he could see. You were no open book, and as much as he would love to open you up and read what you’re thinking, he knew it would take time. Time that he was willing to give because when he walked up to you that day of the wedding, he had no intentions of it being a one time meeting.

You had lightly slapped his shoulder, a clear offended look on your face until you couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out in laughter, Harry following soon after. The two of you were obviously more comfortable with each other and you really only had Cady to thank. Had it not been for her, you guys would probably be sitting at your dining room table having slight and awkward small talk. “Hey uhm, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I mean Zoey called me in hysterics and then you weren’t any better when answering the door. I know we don’t entirely know each other, but you can talk to me. I’ll listen to you.”

The air seemed a bit more tense now, almost making it hard for you to breathe just thinking about the events of the day all over again. Harry stared into your eyes, seeing as they nervously moved from eye to eye. “It’s probably nothing to get so worked up about, I’m just overthinking the situation for more than what it is.” You spoke softly, averting your eyes to your hands in your lap. Nervously picking at the already chipped yellow nail polish. That is until Harry grabbed your chin so you had no other option than to look at his face, his beautifully structured face. Is there a way you could meet his mother to thank her for gracing the world with such beauty?

“‘M sure that’s not true, love. If it has you overthinking, then it’s got to be a big deal.” This wasn’t a conversation you were exactly ready to have with him because there is nothing he could say to calm your nerves while you wait on the impending phone call with her results. But you knew that you had to talk about it because if not then you will literally crumble with all of the emotions. 

“I took Cady to the doctors today and they are concerned about her weight. She’s six pounds underweight, which doesn’t necessarily sound so bad, but they wanted to make sure she doesn’t have some chronic illness and I guess I am seeing the worst of the situation. But that’s normal, right? I mean any parent would go crazy over the little unknowns of their children. Right?”

Harry’s face got visibly softer, the dim tint of the moon shining off the side of his face. His hand had moved from cupping your jaw to splayed across your hands in your lap. “‘Course it’s normal, love. It’s fucking terrifying when you find out something could be wrong with your child, even if it’s as small as falling off of the swing. Overthinking does not make you a bad mum, it makes you a concerned one. Concern comes from the depths of your heart, it goes to show how much you love her.” Harry spoke, repeating the words he once spoke on the first day of meeting you. A small smile replaces the frown you once had and Harry slowly brings his arms to wrap around you in a secure hug.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe in the presence of another person. The scariest part of that though was that you had only met him once before this, and that didn’t exactly go the way you would have initially planned. There was no way you could fall any deeper into his eyes and his heart, because you fear that if you depend too much on him, he will leave. Just like every other person in your life. And you definitely couldn’t let Cadence get attached because that will be an even harder thing to explain to a girl who has had so much loss in her life already. She would grow up and wonder where her daddy is and you just had no answer.

Would you tell her the truth? That he was a coward and ran away? He didn’t want her so he bolted? Would you tell her that he wasn’t here anymore? There is no easy way to tell your child why they don’t have a parent in their life. Because then they would feel less than what they are, and the truth is that they are too good for that parent. “You wanna know something?” you broke the silence, you didn’t really know where this sense to confide in him came from but the next thing you know he’s letting out a hum as his arms continue to rub at your back. One of his hands playing with the ends of your hair. 

“When I first found out I was pregnant with Cady, I didn’t think I could be a good mother. I thought she deserved better than me, hell I still feel as if she deserves better than me. I had the original thought that I would give her up for adoption, so she at least had a shot in this world, it’s what got me through my pregnancy. The thought that I was actually doing something right in my life, I would be giving my daughter the life she deserves, even if that meant I wasn’t in it.”

“Harry, it tore me apart to look for potential families. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was doing the right thing. During my fifth month of pregnancy I met this really amazing couple, their names were Delilah and Phinean, they had been married for twelve years and had tried for a baby for five years. They had a dog named Maggie and were ready to add to the family. I mean, they were exactly what I was looking for in parents for my baby, they were perfect. I was so close to giving her a perfect life, I went to sign the official documents that legally named them her parents on the morning of October 4th. I never made it to that appointment.”

“Zoey and I were driving on the highway when some drunk guy lost control of his car and basically t-boned us on the passenger side. That was the side I was on, and all I could remember was pain everywhere and Zoey’s screaming for somebody to help us, and next thing I knew I was unconscious and being placed in the back of an ambulance. Cadence barely made it. I was only nineteen weeks pregnant, meaning I was nearing my sixth month. It’s highly unlikely that a baby could survive being almost four months premature, it’s possible, but rare. And she happened to be the miracle that survived. Zoey got away with a few cuts and bruises but I had to go through a series of surgeries because of broken bones and other major internal injuries. Zoey told me that the doctor actually told her that neither me nor Cadence were bound to make it through the night.”

“When Delilah and Phinean heard about the accident they rushed to the hospital and met who they thought was going to be their daughter, and then they sat with me until I woke up five days later. The first thing I did was ask about my baby, how my baby was, where she was, did she make the crash? And they had said that she was alive but in critical condition, they didn’t think she would make it much longer. Harry, they made me choose whether or not I should take her off of life support, that was the hardest and by far most heartbreaking decision I have ever had to make in my life. It took me three days to give them a definite answer, which was obviously no. I hadn’t even met her yet and yet here I was already making life harder for her! That is when I knew I really couldn’t keep her, she was never my baby to begin with, she was theirs. But the moment I laid eyes on her was a huge game changer, she was so fucking tiny and hooked up to all these different machines, but she was breathing! She was breathing and she was alive.”

“How could someone that small possibly survive such a traumatic experience and still be fighting. And so from that point on I knew I made the right choice in not taking her off of life support. Except it would be a long and painful journey for her to go through at such a young age. I think that is why I just jump to the worst case scenario, because her first year of living was spent with nothing but hoping and praying that she would be okay, that she would make it through this. And the first time I got to hold her was my breaking point. I couldn’t give her away. She was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand! And she was only a pound and five ounces. However I didn’t get to hold her for the first three months of her life, she was to have no contact because of how tiny she was. For three months, this innocent and perfect couple went on to believe that they finally had a daughter. Their dream had finally come true. And I stole that from them, I shattered their dreams and made them lose hope. And as much as they told me that they understood, that they knew the connection that I had grown towards her, I could still see her tears. I can visibly see Phinean’s anger when I go to sleep at night, he was looking at me like I was a monster. And for months after that I truly believed that I was.”

“I had single handedly taken away and crushed their dreams of being parents. They didn’t deserve that, and yet it happened. But two months ago I got a message from them, those dreams that I had crushed?  They were made by another girl named Remedy, she gave them a healthy baby boy who was born at nine months like a baby should be. They named him Jullian Alexander Temple, he is the sweetest boy. And they asked how Cadence was doing and if they could see a picture of her. I felt bad sending the picture and at first told them no because I didn’t want them to get upset at me, but they reassured me that it was totally fine. So reluctantly, I sent the picture. It was Cadence in big sunglasses that almost covered her nose, she had a chocolate ice cream cone in her left hand and the bead necklace she wore in her right. There was chocolate coating the lengths of her mouth, and on the tip of her nose. Her hip popped out and she made a duck face, the sass was all too real. I’ll have to show you sometime, but when they congratulated me for such a beautiful girl, I broke down into tears. Continuously apologizing to them, but for some crazy reason, each time I apologized they waved me off and said how happy and proud they are of me. They actually wanted to meet up but I felt as if that would be too painful to see the girl you once thought was yours? I couldn’t imagine that.”

“And the only other people who know about this are Zoey, Daniel, and Liz. They are the ones who helped me most, and then two days after finally taking Cady home, that’s when Zoey claimed her love for Daniel and here we are now. All is good, or it was good until today. Zoey thinks it’s just because of how premature she is, but I can’t help but think otherwise. Call it mother intuition. Even though at the beginning of her life I was ready to send her off with someone else, today I can’t even begin to imagine a life without her. She’s my rock. My muse. She’s my girl and seeing her in so much pain again brings back so many horrible memories that I wish were anything but reality.”

As you finished your speech in tears, you finally looked up at Harry to see that he had tears of his own pooling at the edges of his eyes. You had never told anyone besides the people who already knew, and something deep within you knew that this was the right thing to do. You took the end of your sweater sleeve and wiped under your eyes, collecting the tears before lightly gripping his face and doing the same thing with Harry and giving him a small smile. He took a deep breath in, still clearly processing what you had just told him and you couldn’t even blame him, it was a lot to take in.

“Y/N, I am -- I don’t know what to say, honestly. I am so sorry you had to go through that, that you both had to go through that. I can’t even begin to understand what you went through, it must have been so hard.” His words came out a jumbled mess, his stuttering not letting up as he continued, “And to make rash decisions on a whim, I mean what if you had chosen to take her off?”

“I know. Looking back on it now, I can’t believe it took me three days to make the choice, if I could go back I would say no instantly. I hope you don’t see me, us, any different now that you know our story. We are still the same people from the reception, except I swear I’m a lot nicer than whoever I was that night.” Harry gave you a confused look as if he were to say “Are you crazy?!” Which you couldn’t quite understand.

“You’re joking, right? Y/N, knowing your story definitely makes me look at you differently--”

“What?” You were confused, scared even. You had just told him something so personal, and he had the audacity to think of you differently? “Not like that, god definitely not like that. I think you are by far the strongest person, people, I have ever met. Your story makes me respect you on a level that breaks the scale, cause even through all of that you never gave up. You risked two people hating you because you wanted to take the chance to give your daughter the life she deserves. You are selfless and remarkable and undeniably the most admirable person I have had the pleasure of walking up to at my best mates wedding. I am completely and foolishly entranced by you.” There was a pause of silence. One of those unbearable but comfortable silence’s, how that made any sense at all? Well, there was no true answer to that.

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words got caught in your throat. You were for sure that he would leave once hearing how damaged you are, but instead he’s here praising you for it. It was something you weren’t used to, hell you weren't sure if it was something you even wanted to get used to. This was one of those insecure dependable moments, if you got used to it, you would depend on it. If you depended on it then it would come back and bite you in the ass, and you couldn’t have that.

“All of my life I have been told how worthless I was. Teachers, classmates, parents, anyone you could think of. I was told that I had no future. When I told my mom that I was pregnant she told me that I didn’t have what it takes to be a mother. When I told her I wasn’t keeping it she told me that it was better that I got rid of it because had I not, it would grow up to be a trashy and useless bitch like the child she raised. And through all of that I wanted to scream at her because she was no better. I wanted to tell her that she should have never had me if I was so trashy and useless, though she already knew that because she would constantly tell me how I was the biggest mistake of her life. I haven’t spoken to her since the day I told her I was keeping the baby. She had said some really awful things but I didn’t care because I strived to be a better mother than she has ever been.”

“I remember one night, I was feeding Cadence for the first time since she has been off of her feeding tube. I had The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air playing in the background and ironically it was the scene right after Will’s dad left. I have never related to anything more than when he said, “‘Cause there ain’t a damn thing he could ever teach me about how to love my kids!” and that night I sat there just adoring the little girl I held in my arms. The love I hold for her is beyond this world. You have to know, Harry, I am a very complicated girl with a very complicated story that has barely even been broken into. I’m giving you an out. Right here, right now, I am giving you an out because if you decide to do this and then realize I’m not good enough for your presence, I’m not sure I will be able to let go. And even though I have gained so much in the last two and a half years, I have lost so much more in the last twenty-four. So this is your out, I won’t be mad if you decide to leave.”

Before you could finish your rant, you felt his lips hit roughly against yours. His lips were chapped, but they were so much better than you could have ever imagined. His hand laid on your waist, pulling you closer to where your bodies are now touching. Your own hands sliding around his neck and pulling slightly at the small hairs at the nape of his neck, in return he let out the smallest of groans. Somehow his tongue found its way into your mouth, exploring all of the right places before he slowly leaned back and whispered out, “I’m not leaving. I’m in this for however long you will have me.” 

And that is when you knew that things might actually be okay in your life.

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AN: just a thing, i get that it’s highly unlikely for a baby to survive nineteen weeks premature, but for the sake of the story, we are going with it.

haha, ouch. I’ll be honest, this isn’t at all how I thought this chapter was going to go, but once I started writing, I just couldn’t stop. So I really do hope you enjoy this and that I didn’t make you cry too much during this chapter. Please let me know how you are liking this so I know how long to keep this going! I know I said that at the top, but I would really love to know your opinions. Also so sorry for the spam! I have been in a ridiculous writing mood, and I just know I am going to get writer’s block here soon, I can just feel it lol. 

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[red-writes]

a/n: I literally thought about this before falling asleep and I had the weirdest fucking dream ever it felt too real now I need to write this so-

cw: body description (of junpei), somno, Junpei is a peeping tom, slight angst, fingering.

Junpei to most people is so weird. He’s unusually skinny for a guy his age. His collar bones protrude unfashionably and peak at you from under his too big t-shirt. His waist is slender and fragile, hip bones poking against the material of his pants. His limbs are so slim, it looks as though he hasn’t but an ounce of muscle on him. He acts weird too. He doesn’t talk to anyone and always sures his hair covers that eye of his. Despite other people finding him weird or awkward, you found him cute. Befriending him was a task all in itself, it was hard to but even harder to maintain a friendship with him due to him always keeping people at arms length. The truth is, you wanted to know him better- get closer to him. What started out as small kindlings of feelings grew and grew into the now roaring fire you held inside your heart. The rare smiles you’d get from him, the way his eyes lit up whenever you complimented him— those small things accumulated overtime until you left with a huge mass of emotions that you had no clue what to do with.

Maybe except one thing.

He looked so surprised, so happy when you told him how you felt, when you handed him that beautifully decorated letter. His face was slowly turning a mean shade of red. What you were expecting to come though didn’t, seeing as he told you he couldn’t accept your feelings. You gave him a sorry half smile that caused a pain within his chest that almost made it hard to breathe. You turned on your heel and walked away, hands clutching the small letter to your chest.

Rejection hurt. Your mother always says “the worst thing that can happen is that they tell you no” but it seemed she was for once, wrong. The friendship you’d worked so hard to build and maintain crumbled in a single second, like a sandcastle hit with ferocious tides. He didn’t speak to you anymore— in fact he avoided you, purposely taking the long routes to class so he didn’t have to see you, eating lunch on top of the roof so he didn’t have to eat with you. Scratch that, rejection didn’t hurt it fucking stung like a bee except this time it was your heart having the allergic reaction.

The whole truth is, Junpei was in love with you. In an instant, if he could, he would drop everything for you to be his. Seeing as he was already yours, unequivocally yours. But he was sick. The first day you’d began talking to him was the start of his sick desires. It began with following you home, footsteps light and unnoticeable. He just wanted to make sure you were safe, that’s all. Then he started peeking into your window while you slept, he did this all night and passed out on the bus ride to school. Eyes drooping and heavy, bags that scream tiredness. But he couldn’t help it, he just wanted to make sure you were okay, nothing more.

Then it evolved into him breaking into your house. With your parents away for work and you all alone, he had to be the one to protect you, you were so innocent, too innocent and trusting of this evil world. He couldn’t find a rationale for stealing your used panties. Nor could he find a rationale for taking them home and sniffing and licking at the crotch part while he stroked his pathetic cock to your entrancing scent. Junpei realized long ago that he was in love with you, couldn’t you see he was just trying to protect you from himself? He too, was apart of the evil world, in fact he embodied it.

He’d come late one night, his mother holding him up at home before he could leave his house to go see you. When he got there and peered into your window, you were masturbating. A flush rose to his face and his cock jerked to life. This would be the first time he’s ever seen this before. He didn’t sneak in this time, instead opting to watch your fingers plunge in and out of your cunt whilst you whined, he snuck a hand down and began palming his already hard cock from over the fabric of his slacks. That’s when he heard it.

“Junpei!”

His name from your mouth. You were masturbating while thinking of him? He immediately pulled his hand away from his cock in fear that the thought alone would make him cum. He waited for you to fall asleep to finally make his entrance. His breathing was heavy and uneven when he stood in your doorway. He swallowed down some his excitement, he didn’t want to wake you. But today, he was at his limit, he couldn’t hold back his longing for you anymore. He stripped and laid his clothes gently on the back of your desk’s chair. He slid in bed with you and at the mere feeling of your bare skin pressing against his he shivered. His cock was already hard, if he’s honest, the smell of your room—the room filled with your scent, was enough to have him stiff as a rod.

He analyzed your features before doing anything. Your face was scrunched up in a look of sorrow with dried tear stains on your cheeks. He hadn’t known his lack of presence in your life made you so sad, it had a throb of pain shoot through his chest. He didn’t care, he deserved it. You were naked, exposed breasts rising and falling in time with your breathing, your thighs were still spread wide open and a hand was resting between them. Silly girl, didn’t you know you were supposed to clean up after doing something like this? He’s so excited he doesn’t know where to start first, his fingers lightly tread over your soft skin, running from your neck, down your arm until they reach the smoothness of your thigh. He wants to savor you, take his time but his cock is already beading pre-cum, it’s amazing what you do to him. He cups one of your breasts in his hand and your lips part slightly and he takes advantage of that by placing his lips over yours and he slides his tongue in your mouth. Even in your sleep you’re so needy for him your hips are subconsciously raising off the bed. How adorable, you’re so cute.

Junpei’s fingers pinch your nipple and tug on it which leaves you whining breathlessly into the soft kiss. Junpei finally pulls away after he thinks he’s going to suffocate from lack of oxygen, it wouldn’t be such a bad death if it’s by your hands but he did want to live a little longer to finish the task at hand. He slides his hand down the expanse of your tummy and gently nudges your hand out of the way until his fingers have complete access to your cunt. Junpei’s cock is grinding against your thigh, he’s so turned on and hasn’t even really done much to you yet. He spreads your cunts lips and uses a finger to gently rub up and down your slit. Your pussy feels so nice, it’s soft and mushy and still wet from your earlier activities. He could die happy now, if you were to wake up and hate him he’d be able to live with it—he finally got to feel your cunt with his own fingers.

His decides he wants to explore everything your body has to offer him, he doesn’t want to waste anything. His fingers stumble upon your clit. He curiously runs the raised bud back a forth a bit and your reactions are so perfect. Soft moans keep falling out of your mouth the more he plays with it. He can feel you becoming more and more wet under his ministrations. He takes a chance and slides a finger inside of your cunt. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your soft walls clamping down around his eager finger. Junpei’s breathing picks up and he slips in another finger, he slowly begins moving them in and out, mimicking the movements you did earlier. Your cunt feels heavenly around his fingers, your back is arching now, moans becoming louder as he grinds his cock against your soft body. He’s gonna cum soon.

He hasn’t even stuck his own cock inside of you and yet he’s already on the edge. It’s just your cute reactions are bringing him far closer than he’s ever been before. You’re so perfect like this, brows furrowed as you struggle around in your sleep. His fingers thrust upwards in an attempt to thrust them deeper inside of you. He rubs the pads of his fingers against a spongy spot that has your thighs shaking. He’s panting at this point, his hot breathes are hitting directly against your ear. He can feel your cunt spasm around your fingers and when he tries to pull them out you’re sucking them right back in. Oh god, you came didn’t you? He can’t help the way his hips stutter, his cock twitches as he shoots his cum over your lower half.

He withdraws his fingers from your cunt and he opens his mouth and sucks them clean. He sits up and begins climbing out of your bed. He feels so bad. The guilt is washing over him in waves, he knows he’s sick but that’s why he can’t be with you. His mind can’t help but flash back to the sad look on your face from before. It makes his heart hurt again and begins to get dressed. You sit up, voice still laced with sleep, “leaving already?”

Junpei’s body stiffens once he hears the sound of your voice.

“Junpei I..”

He merely shakes his head and hurries out of your room as quickly as possible, you try and follow him out but your legs feel so heavy you can hardly walk properly. You’re stumbling out of the room and into the doorway.

“Please! Wait- Junpei!” You call out but he’s already gone, leaving nothing but disappointment in his wake. You can feel the hotness of tears well up behind your eyes as you slump down against the wall, with your knees pulled up to your chest you can do nothing more but cry.

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[yanderenightmare]

You made me fall in love with fear, it's all just fascinating. The way you write is an aesthetic in itself! It's so beautiful and thought-provoking. If your requests are open, I would love to see your volume one Yanderes with a clumsy s/o. Like, she is accident prone, always injuring herself, etc. I wonder how they would react with such fragility? Thanks! Have a wonderful day! :D

yandere ! BNHA headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dumbification, abuse, manipulation, ableism, anxiety, death, murder, drugs, drugging, kidnapping

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He knew fragile things existed in the world.

And he knows that the world was designed to chew such powerless things up then spit them out again.

And he knows he isn’t one of those frail things.

As a child he thought it was fair for the strong to conquer the weak.

And hell… he still thinks it’s fair.

Her brittle nature provides him with such a great excuse too, such a perfect explanation for him to justify taking her.

To justify keeping her in soft frilly clothes, locked inside a room devoid of walls where they have been replaced by cushions and pillows and blankets and furs and stuffed-animals and all things soft, soft, soft against the bruises and scrapes on her knees and ankles and elbows and chin. Keeping her all cozy and clumsy where she’s unable to keep her footing on the plushie asylum floor, reduced to vertigo, especially with that fluffy pink ankle-cuff chaining her down.

Sometimes she’ll hide when hearing Bakugo’s footsteps coming thundering from behind her door. She’ll wrap herself up in all those soft things she’s grown to hate, pray under the covers only to hear the cracking predatory humor of Bakugo’s laugh once he spots where the chain trails to.

He'll drag her out of hiding like a puppy on a leash, all for him to punish, all with that splitting frenzied grin on his face, the one that makes her head dizzy on the sight of seeing how sharp those canines of his are, knowing how they’re going to find her neck as though she’s some chew-toy.

He’ll always make it sound as though that’s what she wanted, that punishment is what her weakness begged him for, as though weakness is synonymous with wanting pain or needing pain.

He’ll sleep there with her most of the time, in the room he’s made so painstakingly clear was her home. She’s coming more and more gradually to the understanding that nothing in reality is hers anymore. Not the room, not the clothes, not her body.

She’s too weak to be allowed to be in charge of anything, better for her to just find comfort in knowing how she has no responsibilities, better for her to just be grateful Bakugo wanted her as his pet rather than his prey. Better for her to listen and believe him when he tells her that she’s safe, instead of thinking of all those crippling reasons as to why she is far from being safe.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Clumsy prey is a sport Shoto always believed to be too mediocre and boring, given how easily the dexterity of the predator can win the chase.

He didn't think he could achieve stimulation without a challenge.

But, he’s now finding that chasing someone who’s barely able to keep her own footing is a game he rather enjoys quite salaciously. Understanding now that it’s less about the quest, less about actually catching his prize, and more about the experience, those funny little moments leading up to it.

The amount of hungry pleasure he derives from seeing her stagger away from him is bottomless.

He doesn’t know why, but it’s the outmost endearing and lovable and precious and cute thing he can think of.

Seeing her stumble and fall, all in the product of mixing her clumsiness with her wild manic fear. Watching those beautiful swivel-eyes spiral as she looks up at him through the thick darkness of the poorly lit hallways, hearing nothing but Shoto’s inhumanly sadistic snickering and her own heavy panting as she tries desperately to drag herself further away. Yet, knowing and awaiting his massive biting cold hand to grip around her ankle to drag her across the marble-floor back into her dungeon, back into the soft bed, so that they can do everything again.

Most chases end up with her hurting herself and eventually aiding her own capture.

She’ll always wake up with bruises she has no recollection of when or how she got, yet looking at them she can tell that they’re way too mellow to be something given to her by Shoto.

It's funny, where he hurts her, he actually ends up saving her more times than most. Where her sporadic escape has almost led her to go tumbling down the stairwell, where were it not for Shoto catching her in her fall, things could have gotten really ugly.

He wouldn’t want her to actually break her legs after all, no matter how many times he might tease and threaten her with the thought. Broken legs would mean no more games, and Shoto doesn’t want that to end any time soon.

But, there are softer aspects to her silliness too.

She can be just as dopey and awkward with her rambling thoughts as him, where her inelegance with her mobility seeps into her skillfulness with words too.

If she’s proper blissed-out she can talk up storms of complete and utter nonsense, rambling on about her dreams and what animal the shape of Shoto’s scars resemble and how pretty his eyes are and how much her body is tingling in the aftershocks of what fun Shoto exercised on her skin.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Naivety really is bliss, isn’t it?

Not just for herself, but for him too.

To watch her, in all her clumsy glory, fall on her face, time and time again, never learning her lesson.

That’s the definition of insanity, you know?

Doing the same thing over and over again expecting things to go differently.

But, no matter how many times she tries to escape, no matter how many times she runs, or screams or cries or swears she hates him until her lungs burn, she’ll always end up right where she started off, right where she belongs, right in his arms, under his thumb, under him.

He doesn’t even have to put any effort in to prevent it.

He just needs to sit back and enjoy the show as she fails so spectacularly all by her very own, then pick her up off the floor and coo and hush and shush and tsk at her to calm down or else she might end up hurting herself all over again.

How has such fickle featherbrained maladroit messes managed to survive? How hasn’t evolution wiped them from existence yet?

Perhaps because other more evolved creatures found them to be such a perfect source for blowing off steam. Entertainment is important after all. Small little escapes through the day where you can forget what nasty troubles you’ll eventually have to deal with and simply just play with your silly little pet.

He saves the world every now and again, the world can allow him this much, to have his very own swivel-eyed toy. He deserves it. 

Besides, she needs him. If he hadn’t stepped in and helped her, saved her from her own mistakes, evolution would have done its job and she’d be dead already.

But, he doesn’t expect her bumbling brainless little head to understand that, she’d just get a headache from thinking about it too hard.

No, better for her to focus on other things… like how to entertain him before he decides to show her just how small a foolish little thing she is.

He’ll often play with her, make her turn all shades of hopeless because she’s too forgetful and too soft-natured to comprehend what’s happened.

He’ll give her things, small little trinkets as presents for her good behavior, mostly accessories such as hair-bows, necklaces, anything he can easily slip off her without her noticing, then pretend to be disappointed, scolding her as though she’s some child who’s unable to take care of her things, punish her and kiss her on that scared foolish little face as she splutters out her apologies, having not a single clue she’s right where he wants her, completely clueless to the fact that she’s perfect in every which way imaginable.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

It feels so unexplainably good to hold something infinitely helpless and vulnerable and dainty in his destructive hands without it shattering like glass.

It feels so insurmountably meaningful and purposeful and godsend to save someone for once, even if it’s from themselves.

It’s nice being in the presence of true chaos, the true absence of order, a great real heap of a total clusterfuck. It makes him believe that even life requires a little death to scare them into safety, that even light requires darkness, that even love needs darkness, that even love desires darkness.

He used to think small things such as her were made up of cotton and all things soft like dandelion-fluff, but now he knows they’re made of breakable brittle things such as autumn-leaves, in desperate need of being wrapped up, suffocated, drowned in safety. He’s the one who needs to be soft like cotton, he’s the one who needs to be gentle and soft so she not crumble like the sweet pastry she is.

It’s cute. She’s cute. Unbelievably so too sometimes.

He feels like half the time he spends with her he’s teaching her how to walk properly, catching her when she falls or helping her up from the ground, dusting her off, wiping tears away from her face, patching up small scrapes and gashes, kissing her forehead, letting her know how it’s all okay, making sure she knows she’s no such thing as a burden, though not letting her in on the fact that he loves seeing her fail only for him to save the day.

He’ll take her outside more because of her ditzy nature, knowing how she’s far too dopey to ever manage an escape without pulling out a near miss unintentional suicide attempt, where which after a number of rescues from him she forgets why she was even running in the first place, now too caught up with being close to him instead, with feeling safe, feeling protected.

He’ll save her from wandering off into traffic, protect her when she says the wrong idiotic thing to the wrong batch of people, fight for her when her cuteness lures and pulls and ensnares other predators.

It’s symbiosis, if he thinks about it, if he tries justifying it.

She needs him and he needs to feel needed. She needs to be taken care of, he wants to take care of her, she needs protection from herself, he wants her dependence, he wants the safety of knowing how she cannot survive without him.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s hilarious.

She’ll break her own legs for him at this rate.

He wonders how many braincells could possibly be left in that thick skull of hers, with how much she trips and walks into walls and rolls out of bed, bumping her head on every possible thing, he can’t count how many times she’s head-butted him, whether it’s been on purpose or not. 

He wonders if she might just be blind.

If maybe she needs glasses…

Well… that’s too bad if that’s the case, no chance he’s giving up watching her agonize over every misstep that leads to her falling on the floor by his feet, her head tipping to look up at him with that ridiculous expression, that dumbfounded adorable confusion.

It probably doesn’t help that he keeps the room so dark.

It probably doesn’t help that he leaves things on the floor in hopes of her foot catching on them.

But, can you blame him for wanting to see her all cute and flushed? Watching her frustrate over herself, too caught up in being mad with her own inadequacy to bother being mad at him. So preciously hopeless as she tries to pick herself up off the floor, her hair always in a mess and bruises and scrapes littering her otherwise soft skin.

Pretty and stupid isn’t usually the type he fawns over, in fact: pretty and stupid is usually the type that disgust him, pretty stupid bitches that never spare him a second glance, pretty stupid bitches that are only worth one fuck before he dusts them.

But pretty stupid and sweet? 

That’s the perfect cocktail.

So stupid and sweet she doesn’t even know how pretty she is. So stupid and sweet that she’s surprised he gave her a second glance.

He wonders if he as well would be this careless and reckless if he hadn’t been gifted with that destructive quirk of his.

He wonders if she had been born with a heart made less up of honeycombs and more daggers like his, if she would also second-guess touching things as opposed to making it her mission to bump into every single thing in her path.

If she would be less trusting and more cynical like him.

He’s grateful she wasn’t.

He’s grateful that the only type of death she’ll ever get the chance to taste is him, that as far as she’s concerned… he is death.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Most of the time it’s cute.

Most of the time he loves watching her fall prey to her own absentmindedness. Watch her trip on nothing but her own poor footing.

After all, he does love catching her before she hits the ground. He loves being her hero, seeing that shocked expression on her face, that cute blush of embarrassment as he smirks down upon her jumpy skittish person.

Then of course there’s the less salvageable moments, yet still no less cute, where she’ll drop dinner plates or her glass or the wine bottle or the remote-controller, where she’ll get so frustrated with herself and her stubby fingers, her feet always needing bandaging where she always manages to step in her own mess of glass-shards.

Those times where she fucks up and fears Keigo’s temperance so much she’ll turn into a timid little ball of apologies and gratitude, where she’ll fear that any more screw ups will cost her his understanding attitude and awake something livid inside him.

She’ll be so sweet with fear as opposed to when she’ll jerk away from his touch.

So yeah, most of the time it’s cute, most of the time it’s beneficial.

But that habit she has of not thinking before speaking or acting gets her into a whole lot of trouble too.

Especially when she pushes him away or calls him something unsavory. When she acts like a brat, forgetting who’s in charge.

Keigo feels the need to teach her a thing or two about being a bit more careful and a little less brainless. 

He’ll pose her in the middle of the living room, with only red lace adorning her tiny frame, looking cold but not so much to be the reason to her shivers, he knows better as he can smell the fear laced in the air.

On top of her head he’ll put a perfect plump red apple and tell her to stand as still and picture-perfect as possible.

She’s pretty good at it too, at being still and quiet and pretty, speaking only when spoken to, at least until he starts sending knife-sharp feathers in her directions, creating her silhouette in the wall as the feathers fly just short of nicking her skin, where if she moves only a slight mere inch, the crimson edges will slice open her skin.

And if the apple should fall, well… if she can be sweet and apologize and show him just how sorry she is, he’ll think about making the punishment enjoyable.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Hitoshi can’t manifest how much awe he has for that ditzy nature of hers.

So forgetful, so clueless, so cute.

She’s like a little girl, a child, a baby in a cradle, yet with the ability to get lost, wandering off at every slight distraction.

He’s tempted to put a bell around her neck if only to be alerted off when her curiosity has taken her out of his eyesight. She would look adorable with a little golden jingle bell around her throat, hanging on a velvet choker.

But then again… he wouldn’t have the joy of finding her all tousled and knotted up in her newest little fuck up.

Little Miss Forgetful forgetting all her lessons, all those rules Hitoshi’s taught her, forgetting her manners, forgetting her chores, forgetting how to be his good little girl or else suffer the consequences of being punished and becoming Master’s little puppet on strings.

Little Miss Messy making a total clutter in the kitchen when trying her best to get her hand on a knife, but only managing to bump into everything, shards of glass painting the crime scene with the culprit displayed and trapped all perfectly in the middle of her own mess, all for Hitoshi to come and catch red-handed.

Little Miss Bump with new bruises and scratches as she’s fallen yet again on the floor in the midst of her newest escape attempt.

He could go on all day about his sweet little Miss Silly, his little Miss Scatterbrain, his little Miss Stupid, who’s always getting into trouble, constantly needing Hitoshi to come to her rescue.

But, when he’s not home, he can get anxious.

Scared that she might actually hurt herself just a bit too much and he’ll arrive just a bit too late.

It should take a lifetime to die, yet she’s on the verge of death nearly every day, it only takes an instant and it’s over.

He’ll check in on her at home more times than he probably should throughout the day, praying before he unlocks the door and steps inside the quiet stillness of their house, picturing her having cracked her skull open when slipping or accidently managing to hang herself off of something or drowning in the tub after having fallen asleep, there’s no end to what horrors he can picture.

His anxiety only satiated when finding her still asleep on the bed, soft untroubled snores hanging off the walls. 

It makes sense with how much melatonin he slipped in her drink before she dozed off…

Just a little safety measure.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

It manages to surprise him each and every time… just how much danger such a little thing is able to wrap herself up in.

It’s as though she chases the trouble, as though she wants the punishment that follows.

He doubts she ever really thinks anything thoroughly through.

She’s reckless, ruthless in her disregard for safety. Hare-brained and untrustworthy and in desperate need of his protection and his correction, or else she might just accidentally kill herself one day or worse… end up in the wrong set of hands.

It’s come to the point where he’s stopped gifting her with jewelry, because he gets so hysterically uneasy whenever she’s gotten her hands on anything sharp.

Before he’d get angry when she threatened him, wrathful, raging because she doesn’t listen, her foolish little brain unable to follow the simplest of directions. 

Now though, he gets scared because she’s unable to understand what’s best for her, because the only thing she'll ever manage to hurt with those sharp trinkets is herself.

And if she hurts herself, if she risks getting bacteria in her bloodstream, infections in her wounds, scarring and marring that beautiful body, he’ll have no choice, he’ll see no other option but to make sure she can never manage such a thing ever again.

He often humors the idea of simply tying her to the bed and feeding her with a silver spoon, only liquids so she not choke when she forgets how to chew properly.

He’ll act as though she’s a nuisance, but it will be a lie most of the time, while actually finding an inane amount of reassurance and relief in her whimsy, in her gracelessness. Where yes, she is a danger, but she’s far from deadly.

And besides, it’s nice getting a little break from all formalities, someone he can finally be a little rough around the edges with, someone he can let himself enjoy soft pleasures with, someone he can smile or even laugh with when the occasion calls for it. 

Sometimes he’ll place her in high-heels, only to watch her stumble around awkwardly like a little deer skating on ice.

She’s so determined too, determined to prove she isn’t a klutz, how she too can be elegant enough for a dance fit for the ballroom.

He’ll humor that fantasy, but she’ll always throw her heels off in favor of standing on top of his surgically white sneakers and letting herself get floated and swayed with how swiftly and precisely Kai has the established proper poise to enact.

He’ll smile then, when those flirty bubbling giggles erupt from her as she holds onto him, telling how him wonderful flying feels like.

TIP-JAR

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[hournites]

I have a potential prompt for a one shot if you are interested.

Would you write a fic where Rick (and the rest of the JSA) are worried about Beth but she finally shows up safely? Everyone is so relieved, especially Rick... so much so that he goes to hug her but he forgets that his hourglass hasn't completely run out yet and squeezes her too tight. Beth is all like "Uhh, Rick? I can't breathe!" So he quickly (and awkwardly) lets her go.

I think it could be slightly angsty but also cute.

The Disappearing Act

They meet back up behind the garage as planned. Yolanda slinks in from above a roof with Courtney blazing in on the seat of her staff behind her, not nearly as concerned for stealth.

Rick shakes his head at the two. “Where’s Jennie and Beth?”

“I’m here!” They all raise their heads up at the sound of her voice floating in the air.

"Wait." She quickly powers down, setting down her lantern as she shakes out her hand. “Where’s Beth?”

“What do you mean?” Rick questions. “She’s supposed to be with you.”

Jennie glances up from her ring with a sharp breath and glowing eyes. “No, she left me to find Courtney after you called.”

Courtney swerves around. “Me? I didn’t call her!”

Yolanda raises an eyebrow. “What call? I was with Court the whole time, she didn't call.”

“I don’t know, she got it through her goggles, so she left.” Jennie took a step back. “I would’ve gone with her, but we were meeting up here now anyway. I thought she’d be here.”

“So Beth’s gone?” Courtney cries. The cosmic staff flares up as she gets more agitated. “How could you lose Dr. Mid-Nite?”

“I didn’t lose her, Courtney, I trust Beth to make her own decisions. This isn’t my fault!”

“Alright!” Rick snaps, stepping between the two of them before things get out of hand. “It’s only been five minutes. How about we try actually calling her?”

Yolanda’s already on it, pressing a hand to the side of her helmet to get a signal through the coms as she stalks. “Dr. Mid-Nite, It’s Wildcat--Do you copy? Or hear me? Anything? Mid-Nite? Beth? Hellooo?”

Rick pulls down his hood and rakes his hand through his hair. “Where were you when this happened, Jennie?”

Jade light leaves Jennie’s eyes as she backs against a wall, holding herself stiffly. “I-I don’t remember."

"Well." Rick gives her five seconds. "Think harder."

"Okay! Okay! Um...I think we were near the office building for The American Dream.”

“Was anyone suspicious with you? Or around you?”

“What kind of question is that? Why would Jennie be with anyone suspicious?”

Courtney rolls her eyes. “I meant did she notice anything?”

“Beth this is Yolanda, this isn’t funny anymore. I’m serious, please say something....”

“No! I don’t think so!”

Rick spins on his heel.

“Where are you going?” Courtney yells after him. “We can’t split up now! What if there’s actually a villain out there?”

“That’s exactly why we need to find her instead of wasting more time.” Rick flips his hourglass. “You get Pat. I’m going to the American Dream with Jennie.”

“I’ll stay here,” Yolanda tells them. She whacks the side of her helmet again. "Dr. Mid-Nite, do you read me?"

Courtney points out her helmet isn’t broken. It’s just Beth not answering, which doesn't get well received by any of them.

"Geez!" Courtney hugs the staff to her chest, with a grimace, properly scolded. “Get Pat and shut up. I got it!”

~.~

Pat jogs out of the Pit Stop, wiping his sweaty brow with a rag when he hears the loud noise coming in from outside. “Did you find her?”

Rick kicks at the garbage cans lined up at the curb.

“I know you’re stressed.” Pat surveys the trash now littered along the sidewalk. “But you’re picking that up. And replacing those bins.”

"Fine!" Rick kicks another one.

Pat’s mouth thins into a straight line, evidently not being listened to.

“That would be a no,” Yolanda fills in with a frown. “Courtney’s circling around her neighbourhood. Pat checked the school. I’m still not getting anything from the coms.”

Rick lists off his search efforts in anxious detail, counting them out on his gloved fingers. “I tried the tunnels since her goggles don’t work down there. The ISA lair was empty. The cells were unlocked. I knocked down Grundy’s old cage, nothing.” He's frantic, tugging at the base of his hourglass, as though getting choked by his remaining time. “There’s nothing! I thought I could find that her goggles fell off or one of her gloves, anything—”

"Dr. Mid-Nite? Please answer. Make a noise if you can hear this. This is Wildcat, are you okay? Dr. Mid-Nite?"

“And I went back to the last place I saw her.” Jennie wilts, sinking down to sit on the steps. She wraps her arms around her knees, the lantern firmly placed at her feet. “This is my fault.”

Yolanda gives up on reaching Beth for a moment, taking a seat beside Jennie to console her.

“I should’ve paired with her,” Rick mutters, just barely loud enough for the others to hear. “We always do these stupid patrols together.”

“The patrols are not stupid!” Courtney butts in with a scoff. The Cosmic Staff charges at Rick in her defense. Unthinking, he swats it away with his strength, sending it flying out in the other direction.

“Hey! Don’t hurt the staff!”

“Whatever, Court!” Rick snaps. “Beth is actually missing and none of us have a clue as to where she is, we’re not going to be talking about your staff’s feelings—”

Yolanda wrings her hands and gets up abruptly. “Maybe the goggles malfunctioned again and she got lost somewhere.”

“She’s literally biked to every square foot of this town.”

“The goggles malfunctioning is a good theory, Yolanda.” Rick opens his mouth to retort and Pat continues before he can start another fight, “I’ve already given Barb a call in case she calls our house. Girls, why don’t you check your cell phones?”

The girls file back into the Pit Stop. Rick hovers by the door, reluctant to go in with them.

“Pat? Why aren’t you worried?” The tone borders on accusatory. Rick’s face is still covered by the dark mask, blending into the dark night, but his concern is transparent through his eyes.

Pat sighs. “It’s only been 2 hours. Beth is a smart girl.”

“She’s a smart, small, pretty girl in Blue Valley. A town full of murderers.”

“I’m well aware of that, Rick.” He pulls the rag out to wipe his face again. “But freaking out and hurting people’s feelings isn’t going to help anybody find her.”

“But—” Rick turns his face away, twisting the chain hanging from his neck again. “Sitting here isn’t helping either!”

We’re gathering clues and searching the town. I didn’t say we’re giving up.” Pat takes his time. “Look, I know you care about—”

“I just don’t know what I’d do if something bad happens to her!” He gestures at himself. “Or if this runs out and I can’t help her. It isn’t like Beth to….go silent.”

Pat claps a hand over the shoulder of Rick’s golden cape. “I know.”

“Pat!” Yolanda bursts out through the side door. Courtney and Jennie quick at her heels. “She’s okay! I heard her voice through the helmet! She’s on her way back!"

“What?” Rick shot up. “Where?”

Though he doesn’t have to look far. She’s at the corner, stumbling in her haste to get to them in the dark. The girls all scream and run and fly out to her, ignoring Pat’s insistence that Courtney and Jennie should at least try to conceal themselves in the middle of the road.

Rick sits back down heavy on the step, flooded with relief.

When Beth makes her way over, Pat checks to make sure she’s not wounded, but she waves him off, yanking down her green cowl. “I’m fine, Mr. Dugan. Just thirsty.”

“I’ll get you water!” Jennie practically shouts, rushing to the kitchenette inside the garage. “We’re never splitting up again!”

“What happened?” Pat exclaims. “We’ve searched the whole town!”

Her eyes slide to Rick and the glowing sand in his hourglass.

“You were all looking for me?”

“Yeah,” says Rick. “I was about to throw up.”

“Someone hacked into my goggles and faked Courtney’s call.” Beth cringes. “The Shade uh...wanted to talk?”

“The Shade?”

Courtney's curls whipped back violently. “He WHAT?”

“I’m okay!” Beth reassures them all again when they panic. “He messed up my goggles so I couldn’t use them until he finished what he had to say. He even dropped me off in his car by Richie’s when we were done talking.”

Courtney prompts, impatient, “And he talked to you about…?”

Beth sighs. “He’s giving Barbara an ultimatum about the Zarick artifacts.”

Yolanda grips onto her arm. “He kidnapped you to make a business arrangement?”

“He let me go afterwards!” Beth drops her gaze to her brown boots, feeling a bit embarrassed now that she sees how long she’s been gone. “He really wants that wand, Mr. Dugan.”

“I’m sure,” Pat says, rolling his eyes. “Barb and I will worry about the Zarick stuff tomorrow. We’re glad that you’re safe.”

Jennie returns with water and a snack. Beth takes a sip then excuses herself to change out of her Dr. Mid-Nite costume. When she returns, she settles next to Rick, who hasn’t said a word since their short exchange.

“So…” she starts timidly. “You were gonna throw up?”

Rick pulls her in for an embrace. She gasps. “Only you could have a whole civil conversation with a supervillain and walk out unscathed.”

“Rick! You’re crushing me!”

“Shit!” He lets go immediately when he feels the hard edge of the hourglass glowing in the wedge between them, reminding Rick his hugs right now would hurt. “Shit! Sorry! God, I’m sorry. I just didn’t—”

“It’s okay.” Beth throws her arms around his neck, squeezing tight. Rick closes his eyes, eased. He’ll let her do the holding. “I thought you were going to be mad.”

“What?” He turns to look at her. She’s so close, still hugging him, he has to look away. “No, I was worried. I turned the tunnels upside down for you.”

“Oh.” Beth lets go, but taps on the glass as the final grains of sand slide through the pinhole. “Really?”

“I’d do it again.” He clears his throat and adds, “For all of you, I mean. If you disappeared, um…” He trails off, unsure of why he’s feeling so awkward.

But Beth merely nods, seeming to understand. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” They both look down at his chest, watching the hourglass to power down. Beth shoots him a timid smile. “Want to try that hug again?”

“Sure.” He stands up and extends out a hand, reeling her in.

#hournite #fluff #angst #yes i can do both #stargirl #beth chapel #rick x beth #stargirl spoilers #hn fic #rick tyler #jsa #thanks for the prompt!!!!

[appledew]

Pecan is all set!

Made for @sparradile on here and Twitter!

This plush is made of minky, with some custom dyed colors, short pile minky and a small bit of hook-and-loop. There is plastic and wire armature in this plush to make them posable. Pecan stands at about 18 inches from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet. The brown overshirt, cape, collar and hat are removable. The belt isn’t sewn down to the base plush and is fitted loosely to tuck the overshirt under the belt.

I LOVE Pecan’s design! She is just too cute! Qo Q

Her concept art took a little bit since I didn’t know which direction I wanted to take it. I decided to just go with slightly accurate to reference  with a few artistic flares, haha! What my speed paint didn’t show was all the trashed ideas I originally had that didnt pan out. ^^;

Aside from that I just jumped straight into patterning the night I was playing around with concept art. There weren’t many bumps in the road in patterning, aside from the head coming out oddly “long”!

Embroidery was also a breeze! The only hiccups were my machine deciding to have some tension issues that I’m still working on ironing out!

Dyeing was mostly successful too! I consistently have issues getting brown dye to stick properly and not come out weirdly patchy (the dye seems to favor the outer fiber tips of the minky and doesn’t soak into the bottom layer or backing *shrug*) but I’m happy to not have tie-dyed minky! The colors dyed were the two base body colors, and the pants. I do kinda wish I could have worked on achieving a better shade of brown on each color, but I’m still quite happy with the results!

Moving onto the armature... after waiting for it to arrive, it did take a tiny bit of time to install, especially because the arms are wired. I had to unstall the armature twice after the arm wire felt too short because i made the silly mistake of overwrapping  the wire where I attached it to the plastic ball joints. ^^; Now the tail... that’s interesting.

The tail is basically its own “strand” of armature; I jokingly have been calling it a “floating bone” haha! The tail ”bone” is attached to the base armature (that runs through the whole body) attached with wiring to keep it in place-- the tail armature just runs a few joints parallel to the base and the wire is wrapped around those few joints. I was nervous about shifting, but there is little to no shifting! One cool “feature” it caused was the tail can actually be moved left and right a little more! :)

Now the clothing. Again, it was something else I was nervous about since I have struggled with removable clothing in the past. Despite the amount of time it took to make, it was pretty easy! BUT one thing stumped me hard. The shirt, cape and collar were supposed to be one piece, with the fastener on the back. The shirt fastener was easy to hide since it was behind the cape, but I had ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE, how i could hide a fastener for the collar and cape.

I ultimately decided to separate the shirt from the collar and cape. The original idea was the add hook-and-loop around the perimeter of the neckline to attach the collar and cape, but I was anticipating there being too much bulk. I scrapped that idea and separated the shirt and collar+cape completely. My next idea was to just hide the fastener behind the neck tie on the front... and by absolute accident, I realized that the collar and cape could be slipped on and off easily over the head! So I just sewed everything together and went with it. ^u ^ It looks almost seamless with no hook-and-loop all over the place!

backtracking a tiny bit to the hat! WOW! Was it easier than expected! Again, very time consuming! The line details on the hat and cape were satin stitched on using my sewing machine. HONESTLY, I am a bit peeved that you can tell that the satin stitch was done manually, but unfortunately the pattern pieces were too large to fit on my embroidery machine and I felt that breaking up the pattern would make them look clunky at the seams since the brim of the hat and cape are flat. I’m still extremely happy with the final results, though! ^u ^

Aside from that, (i hope my words don’t get twisted around but--) it felt like I really had to put my all into this plush! Quite a few things I’ve learned that I still struggle with in one plush, and I’m OVERJOYED with how Pecan came out! I know I say that about a lot of plush, but testing my strengths and major weakness in one plush-- I can’t believe I actually did it/made this! :)

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[theultimateultimateweapon]

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades (Chapter 4)

Meta Knight woke up in a strange place.

(Huh…? Where am I…?)

Flowers were blooming all over. However, all the flowers were faded and scentless. It was as dim as before dawn. The sky was gray without sun or clouds.

(Am I… on earth…?)

Meta Knight remembered.

He visited the planet Magnus to regain his treasured sword, the Galaxia. Then, the moment he swung his sword up against his enemy, Beryl…

His feet collapsed and he fell into a deep hole. He realized that it was a pitfall and tried to fly, but his limbs suddenly became numb and he couldn’t move.

As his consciousness left, he couldn’t remember what happened after.

(Then, is this the bottom of the hole…? No, it seems different…)

As he thought, a voice called out to him.

“Hello? New brother?”

“...What?” Meta Knight looked around.

He saw no figure, just a light blue butterfly perching on a flower.

“Who...?”

“It’s me, silly. You’re not going crazy, I’m on the flower.”

The butterfly fluttered its wings.

Meta Knight was stunned. “The butterfly, are you the one talking?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Meta Knight tried to bring his face closer to him.

The butterfly spoke with a kind voice. “My name is Papi. Brother, what’s your name?”

“...Meta Knight.”

“That’s difficult to say. Are you okay with Meta?”

“...That is fine. Tell me, what is this place?”

“Didn’t you notice? This is Hades, the underworld.”

“Ha...des…?”

“The world after death.”

Meta Knight was shocked by Papi’s words. “After death…!? Did I die?”

“You are dying, to be precise. Meta, you’re wandering between life and death. You have to get used to this world if you’re going to die properly.”

“This isn’t funny!” Meta Knight shouted. “I want to go back. Return me to the original world!”

“It’s not so easy. Once you’re here, it’s difficult to go back.”

“...But…!”

“Well, take your time. After a while, Meta, you’ll become familiar with this world and you won’t want to go back to the original world.”

“...Don’t be silly!” Meta Knight turned his back on Papi and started walking.

Papi fluttered and followed. “Where are you going?”

“To find a way back.”

“Eh? You won’t find one. You should just get used to Hades.”

“You’re too noisy!”

Meta Knight was confused. No way could he be wandering between life and death…

Papi seemed to have a friendly personality but he was constantly talking.

“Meta, your body took a heavy blow in the original world, so now your body is dying.”

“...”

“But you haven’t died yet, so your soul is still calling for your body. Over time, your body will die and you can’t go home.”

Papi’s voice was carefree, but Meta Knight was horrified.

“How much time do I have?”

“Eh?”

“How long until I won’t be able to go home? How much time is left?”

“Um… usually three days.”

“Three days…?”

“Yeah, but in the land of Hades there is no day or night because the sun doesn’t rise.”

“Then, how do you measure the length of the day?”

“That there…” Papi fluttered and stopped at a tree growing on the side of the road.

A gray bud was attached to the tip of a thin branch.

“This is a common flower found everywhere in the underworld. They all bloom together in the day and deflate in the night.”

At that time, the gray buds began to open slowly.

Papi said, “Wow, it just bloomed. That means it’s dawn in the underworld.”

“Then, I have three flower blooms left…”

Meta Knight started walking fast.

There was too little time left. If he couldn’t find a clue within three days, then it was over like he said.

“You have three days for the body to recover in the original world. Even if it’s less than three days, if you die, you’re stuck here.”

“...”

Is Meta Knight’s body still lying at the bottom of the deep hole?

He prayed that his subordinates and Kirby would help him.

Papi spoke with carefree cheer, “If you have any questions, ask me anything. When it comes to Hades, I’m much older than you, Meta. For example, in the underworld, you have to be careful for…”

Then.

Suddenly, a big shadow struck from the sky.

“Waaa!?” Papi screamed. “G-ghost bat! You have to be careful with those! Run away, Meta!”

Meta Knight quickly drew his sword. 

A big, bat-like monster attacked.

Meta Knight jumped high and slashed the monster.

The monster screeched and ran away.

“Wow… woow… wooow…!” Papi rested on Meta Knight’s head and fluttered.

Meta Knight took a closer look at the sword he had in his hand.

It was similar to the sword he had when he fell into the hole, but with a gray blade and no shine. Perhaps it was a sword of Hades, which had no substance.

It would be enough to fight with in the underworld.

Meta Knight held his sword and asked. “There are creatures that live here?”

“No, they’re not living things. They’re residents of the underworld so they’re not alive.”

“...Well, then what was that thing?”

“I’ve just been calling it a ghost bat. I don’t know the real name, but it’s a ferocious monster. No matter where you are, one will attack you.”

Papi finally settled down and began to flutter again.

“Well, the inhabitants of Hades won’t die no matter how badly injured, because they’re already dead.”

“...Really.”

“But if you get seriously injured, you may never be able to fly again. If you see a scary monster like that ghost bat, you just have to hurry and run away…”

Papi flew around Meta Knight.

“Meta Knight is strong! I’m super impressed you beat the ghost bat!”

“...”

“It’s rude to call you Meta, isn’t it? I’ll have to address you with more respect. Hmm… how about big brother Meta?”

“...Stop it. Just Meta Knight is fine.”

“Okay, Meta Knight can be my boss, then!”

Meta Knight thought.

In order to escape from the land of the dead, he would need to know where to go. He would need a guide.

Papi was a strange butterfly, but he didn’t look like a bad guy and might be a suitable guide for him.

“If you want to work for me, then help me get back to the original world, Papi.”

“Hmm, I don’t want you to go back. I want you to stay here in Hades forever.”

“I want to go back. No, I have to go back.”

“...I guess I can’t help it. If that’s what Meta Knight wants, I’ll cooperate.”

“Thank you.”

Meta Knight once again walked down the faded flower path.

He just kept on walking and walking.

In the land of Hades, the sun does not rise, so it never gets brighter or darker. It was just as dim as before.

Gray flowers that signal the passage of time were blooming all over. Meta Knight hurried ahead, careful about the appearance of the flowers.

How long had he been walking? Suddenly, the flowers were slowly deflating.

Meta Knight stopped involuntarily and took a deep sigh.

Papi spoke, “The first day is over! Thank you for letting me help, Meta Knight. I couldn’t find any clues.”

Meta Knight did not answer and started walking again.

“Eh, are you still walking? It’s already night time. Don’t you want to rest?”

“I can’t afford it. And… there’s something strange.”

“What?”

“I’ve been walking all day, but I don’t feel weak.”

It was a funny feeling. He didn’t feel hungry or thirsty, or tired. He didn’t feel drowsy.

“That’s not unusual.” Papi laughed. “This is the underworld. Meta Knight, you and I are just souls. Because we don’t have bodies, we don’t feel any of that anymore.”

Papi’s voice was bright, but Meta Knight’s heart was quiet.

“It’s very convenient, isn’t it? It’s such a mess to eat and drink. Hades is a good place. Don’t tell me you still want to go home…”

Meta Knight didn’t say anything and finally sped up.

“Oh, Meta Knight. Are you sure you don’t want to rest? Even if you’re not tired, you should rest at night.”

“I can’t take a rest.”

“But the night trip is dangerous…” Papi was worried.

A mysterious thing passed by in front of Meta Knight.

It was another butterfly.

A butterfly, slightly larger than Papi, slowly fluttering its wings.

What caught his eye was the shade. Even the light blue color, like Papi’s which was pale, was rare to see in Hades.

Meta Knight couldn’t look away.

The bright red butterfly disappeared as if a flame.

“What was that…?” Meta Knight’s voice murmured.

However, he got no reply from his noisy, chatty guide.

“Papi?” Meta Knight looked around.

Papi was hidden behind a gray flower bud. He appeared quietly in response to the call from Meta Knight. “Did you say something?”

“There’s a red butterfly. Oh, it’s gone.”

“Oh, good…”

Papi fluttered down and perched on Meta Knight’s head.

“What’s wrong? You seem strange.”

“Uh, yeah… I was just a bit frightened, he…”

“What, that red butterfly? What’s scary about it, it was just flying.”

“That’s right…” Papi moved his wings anxiously. “But, that butterfly has a creepy legend.”

“Legend? What?”

“I’ll explain. Let’s take a break.”

Meta Knight didn’t feel like taking a break, but he was worried about Papi’s story.

Reluctantly sitting at the base of the tree, Papi began to speak in a frightened manner.

“That red butterfly is said to react to the voice of a final agony.”

“A final agony?”

“Yeah. That’s the voice someone makes when they die. It’s not normal. Only someone who is incredibly strong reacts to the screams you make when you die.”

“That’s… such an eerie legend.”

“Right?”

Papi flew around in front of Meta Knight’s face.

“He hides somewhere during the day and starts wandering around at night, so night trips are dangerous.”

“It doesn’t seem that dangerous. How does an eerie legend attack you?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve never been attacked. He seems to be able to change his appearance.”

“Change appearance?”

“Suppose a very strong warrior loses a battle and releases an agonizing scream, that butterfly is called by the scream and flies to it. They become possessed and become a knight of butterflies.”

“Knight of butterflies?” Meta Knight smiled.

But Papi kept a serious tone. “It’s not a lie. It’s a famous legend in the butterfly world!”

“The butterfly world…”

“In the world of butterflies, everyone knows of a knight born from the red butterfly and a strong warrior called Morpho Knight. That’s how strong it is!”

“Incredibly… strong…?” Meta Knight was moved.

When he heard of the knight of butterflies he first smiled, but wasn’t anymore.

Red butterflies have an ominous power. When that power attaches to a strong warrior, an unimaginably terrifying knight may be born.

“If they’re truly such a strong knight… I definitely want to fight them.”

Finally, his true goal was found.

Papi was so surprised he turned over. “EEHHH!? Are you serious!? Meta Knight, you really want to fight such a strong opponent!? You’re weird!”

“...You think so?”

“It’s strange, that’s all. Usually I’m careful not to come across dangerous opponents. That’s why the butterfly world taught me not to travel in the middle of the night. Wait… Meta Knight!”

Meta Knight stood up and started walking.

Papi fluttered in a hurry.

“Let’s rest for now! Besides that red butterfly, there are many monsters that roam at night! There will be more and more terrifying things than ghost bats!”

“Wonderful! Let’s find them!”

“Why are you so excited!? Meta Knight!”

“If you’re scared, you don’t have to come. we can split up here.”

“No, no! I’m your subordinate now! Wait, wait~!”

Papi moved his wings together and chased Meta Knight.

(Chapter 3 - Table of Contents - Chapter 5)

#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #kirby light novel #translation #kirby light novel translation #meta knight #papi #morpho knight #Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades #Hi Meta Knight! Welcome to the Good Place #I did some research to figure out if papi was masculine or feminine because like i said im new to this and i believe he's masculine... #Papi lacked most feminine speech patterns and had a few masculine/neutral speech patterns #but i hear its more and more common for feminine speakers to use neutral and maybe masculine speech patterns #so again just be patient with me if there are any issues

[magireco]

out of curiosity what do you think of the characterization of homura in rebellion? i hugely dislike it but get the impression you enjoy it which i think is interesting cuz we seem to have very similar thoughts on homura pre-rebellion (CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG)

THIS IS INTERESTING BECAUSE IT DEPENDS ON WHAT FLAVOR OF REBELLION HOMURA YOU MEAN. i really really like the way she was done in the first half of the movie but as for the twist at the end...? mmm...

...okay, so... i've been thinking about saying this at some point but i keep avoiding it in fear of causing discourse and such bc... this is a really unpopular opinion apparently, but I really do not think devil homura was done properly. read under the cut if you wanna know why i feel this way!

the first issue i'm going to address is that there wasn't NEARLY enough buildup for it. i'm going to explain this from the perspective of a first-time viewer: what would you have thought would happen after the very last scene of rebellion leading up to them breaking homura out of her soul gem? when homulilly got purified and the flowers on her head turned to sakura flowers (y'know, the flowers that symbolize life and rebirth, homura being reborn from her witch)? did you think homura was suddenly gonna undermine madoka's godliness? because, uh, first-view me did not think that at all. and neither did almost anyone i know who watched it for the first time. not only is that poor setup but it's just so sudden and it feels so out of character compared to what we'd seen in the entire series as a whole, especially considering that the entire last part of the movie leading up until that was about purifying her... and saving her... there wasn't enough buildup. most people are like "but the flower scene happened!" but that's still way too vague...? it's hard to tell what conclusion homura comes to at the end, because we don't get to see any of her internal monologue... there is no other buildup after the flower scene... it just skips to homura realizing she's a witch. wouldn't that bring the viewer to think the flower scene was something that made homura realize she was a witch rather than her suddenly starting to form her plan? it always felt like to me the conclusion homura came to at the end of the flower scene was that she was validating madoka's bravery and telling her that if it ever came to that, she'd have the ability to make that hard decision. which is... so... weird? because i always interpreted that as homura coming to terms with what happened? i could just be interpreting it wrong though, but isn't that supposed to be our proof scene? our buildup scene? why would they make it so hard to understand? we need to know such important buildup points just as blatantly as the natural buildup to homura becoming a witch was. that's just from a moviemaking & writing perspective though.

secondly, i'm gonna discuss homura's motive. i actually ended up understanding were she was coming from after a while of being like "what the hell that makes zero sense!!!!". madoka is a 14-year-old girl who, in order to save the fate of every magical girl, literally had to sacrifice herself and erase herself from the world, and in the end, madoka just ended up saving homura again, and that must've made homura feel like her promise with madoka was never fulfilled. it's unfair what happened when you think about it and the law of cycles should not have been run by madoka herself because she, as any other 14 year old, deserves to be happy on earth. although it was said in magireco that madoka felt happy with what she was doing (and she felt like it truly gave her a purpose), she did admit to feeling lonely and homura probably made that assumption big time. but the way the writers went about it just made her seem so sinister... so out-of-character-ly sinister. what with the evil smirking and the deepened, almost... uh, sensual-seeming voice, and homura completely ignoring madoka's fear. it feels like they twisted her character extremely suddenly and it throws the viewer on a loop. they could've gone with that ending without making such drastic and sudden changes to homura's character, and if they were planning on doing that, why did they not give us more buildup? buildup that wasn't extremely cryptic that you have to scan and search every detail to get a clue? something i love about rebellion is that every time you watch you find something new, but how come some of the only clues illuding to devil homura's existence are in the op? it's odd. why didn't they go with something like making the incubators run the law of cycles? they were the ones at fault for causing it to be created. but honestly, the incubators cannot be trusted with anything, which is why it'd make sense for a magical girl to run the law of cycles, but if homura and madoka had the combined power to do so, what if they just remade the law of cycles so it was less unfair to madoka...? i don't know. either of those possibilites would make more sense than what happened.

something else that kind of irks me about it is that they demonized(literally, lol) homura's love for madoka. homura is very much a canon lesbian, and it's incredibly discomforting to me that they made her seem, outwardly to the viewer, so selfish...? please don't get me wrong, i'm not ACTUALLY calling homura selfish -- i know the entire akumura facade is a mask she put on, but like, it's so much more blatantly sinister than she is in the series when she's putting on the coolmura facade. it's going to really confuse the viewer and see every single one of her actions from the entire series in a completely different light, INCLUDING stuff that happened in rebellion itself. like the genuine sadness homura felt, the way we saw into her soul and felt her pain, that genuinely made a lot of people i've seen think that it was ingenuine upon first inspection... they made homura turn "evil" out of her love for madoka, as if it's a bad thing to fall in love, and as if love for another girl was what corrupted her soul gem... i understand that gen urobuchi probably wanted to explore that kind of path where love leads to obsession or whatever, but homura was selfless to a fault, constantly trying to force herself away from the others in order to not get attached, and deeply afraid of seeming creepy and predatory and scaring(she said this herself), which is exactly what she ends up doing at the end, and i feel so awful that they did that to her... how is the viewer supposed to know what her true motives are at that point? it gets all scrambled up after they did that huge plot twist. i'm going to address another thing super quick before people jump in my ask box over this, i understand also that it would make sense for homura to be obsessed with madoka, but in the series, it was never shown in this light, and like i said, if they were going to do this, why'd they even have the purification scene at the end at all? the buildup is all wrong . it also just made me upset that this ending caused SO many people to start literally believing homura is evil because of her actions at the end, and it made people become even more vehement on their beliefs that homura is obsessive and ps*cho...

i was really confused when i watched it for the first time (and also sobbing hysterically, literally, my funniest rebellion story as someone who has genuinely watched the movie 40-ish times, i remember vividly the first time i watched it i started sobbing on my hands and knees on a yoga mat in my mom's room). also like, just to prove my point a teensy bit more, the ending was so ambiguous and out of nowhere that one of the first google results to "madoka magica rebellion" is "madoka magica rebellion ending explained" because it shocked people so much that that was the first thing they needed to google. also, the fact they left us on such a vague cliffhanger and then abandoned the movie series for a total of 8 whole years only to make a sudden comeback in god's holy year of 2021 was almost cruel. LIKE GUYS I JUST FINISHED UP MY DEVIL HOMURA HEADCANONS IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!

...anyways, um, i really have to address the sexualization. madoka magica, previously, was a series that avoided fanservice in the show, at least, but why did they make akumura's design look like that...? it shows an unsettling amount of skin and like, every three seconds in the end they're focusing intensely on her lips and her eyes and... it's almost like the writers forgot she was 14, but they never seemed to forget that in the series? what happened????? in the transformation scene, we get closeup views of homura's thighs and back and stuff and it's all open everywhere... they made her tights into thigh-highs... in the whole series, even when she went to school, she always wore tights, and she was wearing tights in her magical girl outfit too... they absolutely deliberately did that to sexualize her further so they could make official art with her thighs out. speaking of official art that unsettles me, why does so much of the official art make the whole outfit just glued to her body and you can see all the shading on her features... it's just. ugh. anyways.

i went off a LITTLE too much on this and i know this is probably gonna get me some weird glances in the fandom and i am open to hearing other people's opinions but i don't think i'll ever stop disliking the effect this plot twist had on the fandom's interpretation of homura and although i'm like UNDENIABLY incredibly hyper excited for the next movie, i'm kind of...nervous for what this is going to bring? i don't want this next movie to cause the same amount of discourse the ending of rebellion did and i legit just want to see homura happy. another one of my main issues with the ending is just that homura is SO unhappy when she literally deserves to be happy SOOOOOOO BAD and just take a break from all the loops ... i'm Praying to madokami out there that that's what happens.

i know this is all really funny coming from someone who draws devil homura on a regular basis and literally writes her, but like... i'm a lesbian i'm allowed to<3

ANYWAYS thanks for listening this was a fun ask!!!

#asks #neorattz #rambles #analysis #rebellion tag #IM DEADASS AFRAID TO DROP THIS #like... something i was too afraid to mention is that i Have unlisted disorders that are heavily stigmatized #and the reason why they are unlisted is literally bc of that #and i feel like i'm allowed to have a negative stance on this kind of thing because of that #not that someone who doesn't have those things isn't allowed to have these opinions OR opposing opinions but like #i've seen some people choose to cope through devil homura which like. #i get that. #and then i've seen other people use devil homura as an example on why homura is an obsessed psycho girl who only loves madoka #and hates everyone else #which is also partially where my issue stems from. #it's complicated. just like the ending of rebellion!!!!! LOLL