#'ve wanted to paint this for a long time... not satisfied but not bad for 2 hrs

[wereshrew-admirer]

15daysofFatT day 13, Reflection

Hey, buddy. I think we should—I think we should go. Do you want to—[UNDER BREATH] I don’t know, what do you—[NORMAL VOLUME] Do you want to see some more of the… horrible carnival?

ART: Duvall has, I haven’t. I think Duvall kind of like, crouches down to be at eye-level with it. Probably something Duvall heard about kids at some point.

[AUSTIN LAUGHS]

ART: Sort of feels like something that Art has heard about kids at some point.

AUSTIN: Yeah, I’ve heard that about kids, sure.

ART: Yeah, right? Go down to a kid.

AUSTIN: Is that what they—do they say ‘do that’ or ‘don’t do that’? I don’t know, but they say something about it.

[DRE CHUCKLES]

ART: Yeah, they—it’s definitely words I’ve heard.

AUSTIN: Yeah.

ART: Together. Close together. Maybe not next to each other. I think—

AUSTIN: It opens all four of its little mouth-things at you, and [LIGHT GROWL] ‘Raah.’

KEITH: It peels its banana.

AUSTIN: Yes.

ART (as DUVALL): Hey, buddy. I think we should—I think we should go. Do you want to—[UNDER BREATH] I don’t know, what do you—[NORMAL VOLUME] Do you want to see some more of the… horrible carnival?

AUSTIN: I think It looks over its shoulder back at Chine.

ART (as DUVALL): Chine’ll be… Chine’ll catch up.

AUSTIN: [EXHALES] Love to lie to a child immediately.

DRE: Oof.

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 250, Replies Part 2

1) “OH MY GOD THE DRIVER IS TAKING NONE OF BAKUGO`S SHIT”- It seems that Endeavour, being an actually really-wealthy hero and having a large household, can afford to get himself a personal and badass chauffeur who’s good enough at his job to take shit from nobody whilst keeping everything in order in his end. I guess it’s about time we had an Alfred analogue in this manga.

I basically imagine their interactions to be a lot like this.

2) “That’s trigger

They are injecting trigger

This won’t go well”- On the one hand, this means that paint-bender isn’t normally as strong as he’s demonstrating himself to be here, plus the fact that his power is so highly-specific means that he needs this kind of battlefield to be dangerous at all and that he’s also on a time limit until the trigger runs out and his control over the surroundings drops, on the other hand, that fact that heknows that he’s only got so long to use this level of power means he’ll be desperate to push Endeavour into killing him asap whilst he’s still got the power to threaten others around them, meaning he’s likely to take rash action sooner rather than later. 3) “Oooohhh boy- alright, so we have a traffic signs bender, and from what I noticed on the first pages, it is even powerful due to trigger. And Natsuo is there as well, so at least I can count on him still being alive. Hopefully.”- Can’t threaten Endeavour into putting you down like a dog with a corpse, can you? Granted, showing him his son’s body might push Enji into going that far, but Ending is really counting on the fact that a hero must save those in danger to force him into killing to save a life, not to satisfy his revenge. Nuts as he is, it seems Ending does really respect Endeavour as a hero and thus wants him to be killed by him in a heroic manner to protect somebody rather than the ‘eviler’ option of having himself killed for revenge. And it might be a little unclear, but Ending’s quirk is allowing him to manipulate the white paint lines that are on the road, meaning that. Like Cementos, his power is highly situational, and also a bad match-up with heat-type powers, though in his case he really doesn’t mind that outcome.

4) “Alright, still alive, thank god- But not for long if this ~fan~ over here has anything to say about it. You know, I can see that he has a sharp piece of paint pointed at his throat, but even so I think he could use his quirk to escape this situation. Being it ice or fire, it could at least allow him to escape”- Natsuo is not a hero, and thus whilst he has powers, he has no training or experience in how to use them, especially with an opponent that can use their much more naturally for violence, and is likely to either hurt himself trying to fight back or compel Ending to hurt him in order to ‘make him settle down’. This provides another reason for the population’s collective bystander syndrome- even if they have the potential to intervene and try and resolve the situation themselves, their lack of training with using the powers is much more likely to instead escalate matters for the worse and perhaps incline their attackers into maiming or killing them instead. 

Many simply don’t have the courage to try and rescue themselves in case things go wrong and they get hurt, and thus they instead leave it to the heroes, who are ‘vastly’ more experienced and qualified than them, to handle matters. Plus, Natsuo is clearly panicking here and rational thoughts like ‘I can use my quirk against him’ are drowned out by his fear and stress from being at the mercy of this psychotic death-seeker, who is downright gleeful at potentially maiming him if Endeavour doesn’t hurry up and kill him.

5) “Also, c`mon dude, you should`ve floored it and hit that villain. That would`ve saved us from the rest of the chapter.”-If he had, then Ending would have likely thrown Natsuo head-first into the concrete and killed him if the impact didn’t knock him out, and given how durable most humans have proven to be in this series, that’s a good bet. Plus, this guy is a driver, not a fighter, so to his mind, letting the trained professional besides him handle the mess is the more logical option- again, showcasing a lack of independent action born from relying on heroes too much.

6) “Endeavor is out and ready to fight, and I do wonder how he`ll solve this situation. The current number one fighting against some crazy villain that is high on trigger, oh that ought be interesting… Endeavor is going to make a barbecue before we can even blink.”- The issue isn’t beating Ending, it’s beating him without killing him or letting him endanger Natsuo. Heroes, by and large, don’t normally kill the villains they face if they can help it, and Endeavour’s skill gap with Ending is sufficient that he very much has the option to non-lethally subdue him. Since that runs counter to what Ending wants, he’s taking extreme measures to force Endeavour to get desperate enough that he can’t control himself and goes overboard with stopping the threat to his son. And if he does put him down, it’ll naturally worsen the relationship he has with Natsuo, so Endeavour neither has the option of subduing him like last time, nor killing him outright, giving him a nasty choice to make.

7) “Oh, using Natsuo as a human shield? Oh that`s interesting, because if Natsuo`s quirk was fire, like endeavor`s, then he would have resistance to it and fire wouldn`t hurt him at all. But, since this ~fan~ claimed to have made some research on Endeavor, we can assume that also include his family, meaning that they know that Natsuo doesn`t have a fire quirk… or perhaps any quirk at all.”- It was actually heavily implied that Natsuo does have a quirk, but not the one Endeavour was looking for in his ‘perfect child’. It’s unclear if it’s either fire or ice, but since Fuyumi has her Mom’s ice powers and Toya had a stronger fire than endeavour, to his detriment, I’m assuming that Natsuo bucks the trend, genetically speaking, by being the only male in the Todoroki family that has only ice powers, which wouldn’t do him much good against Ending’s paint-based attacks here if he can’t melt them. I guess maybe he could try freezing them, but since he’s not a trained user of his quirk I have to assume any ice he can create isn’t as strong as shoto’s

8) “Also, Endeavor remembered a random villain from almost a decade before? That definitely means that they did something remarkable, in the worst sense possible of the word”- It could be a sign of how much of a dedicated worker Endeavour is, to remember minor details about ‘everything’ he’s done throughout his hero career in an effort to improve himself down the line by reflecting on his performance. He did also remember the minor detail about Rei’s off-hand mention of her favourite flowers as well, so maybe he’s got a good memory. That said, if a villain is flat-out begging you to brutally kill them and for the love of god, please don’t arrest them, then I think that’d leave an impression upon anybody’s mind. 9) “Huh, violent offender is a really broad term, that could mean a lot of things, and for Endeavor to even remember their name- there was definitely a lot of death and destruction involved there.”- You have to wonder how destructive he was with a paint-bending quirk when he presumably didn’t have access to trigger all those years ago, but apparently, he certainly gave it his best go to try and force Endeavour into murdering him. If nothing else, the man has proven himself to be verypersistent at getting his ‘perfect ending’, as insane a goal as that is.

10) “Ah- The tittle of the chapter, I see. Well, you wasted a perfectly good opportunity to give yourself a thematic name there, I`m disappointed. I should`ve called you The Stop Sign.”- No, no it’s pretty thematic. He just doesn’t care about it being a long-term title.

11) “Alright spite and jealously over what endeavor had, a career and a family, a future and people to love him- which, quite honestly, is ironic to think that this is the reason for this fight, considering what Endeavor did to both sides.”-Even more ironic when you consider that he’s doing the opposite of what the hard-working Endeavour is trying to do and looking for the ‘easy way out’ of his situation. Whereas Endeavour is on the hard-knocks road to redemption and is constantly trying in spite of his monumental failures, Ending has become so consumed by his despair and self-pity that he’s looking for an excuse to just end it all, rather than trying again and again no matter how many times he fails. Endeavour is constantly trying without any promise of value or reward for his efforts, whereas Ending has become so twisted that, despite desiring to end his life, he’s looking for a way to do it that forces other to give him value, rather than taking his life himself.  

He cares nothing for his own existence, but rather than go out with a whimper and nobody noticing, he wants to go out with a bang, by making somebody acknowledge his life and give meaning to it by taking it away from him, to let him have a reason to just stop with having to live each day with his failure to achieve anything weighing down on him and the hopelessness he feels from his self-belief that he’ll never be able to achieve anything no matter how hard he tried. Endeavour is knuckling down and trying hard regardless, but this guy is passionate about only one thing, and that’s his excuse to stop existing in a world that brings him nothing but misery- in other words, quitting the game of life without really putting in the effort to play it properly.

12) “Ah- Wait, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by “do the job right”? Didn`t he arrested you last time? What else could he do, kill you?”- You can’t reason with a crazy person, and similar to the Joker, Ending is doing his best to spell it out for Endeavour that he’ll keep hurting people regardless of the reason until Endeavour does away with his pretentious ‘morals’ in such a cruel and unfair world and just does the right thing- putting an animal like him in the dirt. And unlike Batman, Endeavour has killed before in the line of duty- granted, the morality is murky overall because of their monstrous forms and shattered mind-set, but he killed those three Nomu at Hosu, and carbonised Hood’s brains to put him down in a do-or-die moment, so to Ending’s perspective, there’s really no reason why he should hold back such lethal firepower on somebody who practically begging for it on his knees.

13) “THEY FUCKING ARE

THIS IS NOT A QUEST FOR REVENGE

THIS IS A LUNATIC WANTING TO DIE

THEY ARE TRYING TO ENACT A SUICIDE BY COP

OH- OH NO, THIS MAKES THINGS WAY MORE COMPLICATED….”- So, do you kill the maniac and give them the moral victory, even with the reward of saving the people whose lives he endangers, or do you hesitate, trying to figure out an alternate option that spares their lives and risk them harming those you’re duty-bound to protect? These are questions All Might never had to deal with, because he has bullshit power levels that allowed him to make the impossible possible through creative punching, but Endeavour is not All Might, and he has no iron-clad guarantee he can save everybody on the scene, even if he’s right there. Ending is not a physical threat to Endeavour, but he is a fascinating moral conundrum, and Enji hasn’t got an easy answer to this problem.

14) “The nightmare dinner has en- is over as well, but the night still holds a lot more problems on the way. Christ- You know, a crazed fan out for another fight and wanting revenge was easier to deal than this. “-Technically, Ending is a huge hardcore crazed fan of Endeavour, just… not for the right reasons. You have to wonder at the mentality that made him so driven to die at this one man’s hands that he immediately made another attempt the second he got out of jail after seven whole years, probably spending every night awake obsessing over getting Endeavour to kill him for good, and then you have to wonder at the penal system that thought it was a good idea to let this clearly unbalanced lunatic outside the jail walls without supervision.

15) “OH GOD, IT`S HIM

DRIVER McDONEWITHTHISSHIT

Not much to say, besides the fact that this is probably the closest Endeavor has to a friend, and I already can extrapolate that he has a driving-related quirk or something.”- His quirk is to preform perfect parallel parking no matter the situation, keep up his driving speed no matter the traffic jams ahead, conveniently locate any near-by ramps for air-time jumps and always get in without paying at toll booths and the like. Not very flashy, but they make him a god upon these roads. @thelreads​

[mintyfrosty]

Back To Square One

Hello all you wonderful people!!

Ya’ll want more merfolk Au stuff?? I gotchu fame. Small one-shot under the cut >:3333333

You know.

Most humans didn't find themselves to be half fish somewhere in your early 30s. Right happened to be an exception.

Despair following his every moment, frame tight and compact against the rocky edging on the cave's underwater cavern. Caramel eyes gawked blankly at the dozens of grains of sand that littered the ocean floor. Too many to count in a lifetime. In a way, an odd sense of loneliness captured his spirit, mainly for two reasons. The first being he was alone in a literal sense, his fri-- acquaintance named Reginald had swum off somewhere to get the two of them a meal for the evening. And the second, well, he didn't know of any miracle stories of humans turning into merfolk, let alone if there was a way to revert it. It didn't make sense; he just...fell in a batch of glowing, purple water, sunk to the bottom and suddenly he was equipt with a tigerfish tail.

And with it, everything he was familiar with.

His whole life was gone.

His friends.

His family.

His crew.

His ship.

His food.

His bed.

Gone.

Simple as that.

But just because it was gone, didn't mean it didn't stab a deep wound in Right's spirit.

"Right?"

A voice. High pitched. Familiar.

Sullenly, the taller of the two looked up from his arms that were crunched in a huddled position, nothing less than a glare coming under the brim of his hat. The other had a satchel strung over his shoulder down to his left hip (Er- top of his tail on the left side?), swimming over gently to the man's side. It was good, however, that the two knew each other for about a month before this 'incident'; made the whole process a little bit more bearable. Or, at least it would if the two weren't in a slightly discourse at the moment.

When Right was still human, his ship had swept up the merman in a net and said merman immediately lost it. Turns out, merfolk don't take kindly to figuring out your species is the reason that your ocean has been limiting its food supply or polluting your oceans with junk (even if Right wasn't guilty of either of those. He was a pirate, not a fisher). As a result, Reginald...lost trust in him, even though Right had assisted him for about a month whilst the merman recovered. Perhaps it was related to Reginald's 'clan' situation. He didn't know. Didn't seem to matter now.

At least, however, Reginald was being much gentler and pushing his feelings on the matter behind him to assist the transformed human. That was something Right could appreciate.

The purple painted merman took a seat to the left of Right, pulling the satchel in front of him and unclipping the button that held it together. The shark mercreature was sure to slightly uncurl himself out of his misery as his gaze fell to the contents the other brought out. A variety. Recently slaughtered fish. Some kind of cod. Prawns. Was that octopus? 

"I, erm, didn't know what you fancied, so I tried to find as much as I could." Explained Reginald, putting the batch of octopi to the side; seemed to be one of his favourites. Right, however, went slightly pale at the suggestion. Eating raw fish? Well, prawns were okay sometimes. But cod? Let alone octopi? That sounded like a slimy mess of distress. 

The other must've caught his disgust, as he began saying something along the lines of: "I...understand you're not used to this. But, unless I'm wrong, you-- er-- drylanders don't eat fish fresh, so, it could be better?"

To be fair, Reginald was as much in the dark as he was. And, luckily, he was somewhat correct; getting fresh fish was extremely rare on the surface. Or, at least, being freshly killed.

So, hesitantly, Right reached an arm forward, hands grasping roughly at the cod and inspecting it. Quite clear to see that Reginald had done all the hard labour of cleaning the thing of its insides before presenting himself. A small feeling of gratefulness developed in his soul. Thoughtful, it was. Very kind. 

The shark-merman did find, however, that it was much easier to bite into and chew things with his newly sharpened, second row of teeth. And, frankly, wasn't as bad as he was expecting. Yes, the texture was horrid and he had to push the thought back of eating the thing raw but...not terrible.

"'anks, Reg." Mumbled Right underneath his breath, eyes focused on the meal in his hands. Too focused to not see the bright light shine in Reginald's purple and black eyes, turning his head with a snap. Didn't last long, as the sound of crunching octopus flesh met his finned ears. Well, not after a soft 'you're welcome.'

And now it was quiet.

Both of them, Right knew, were confused. Of course, the taller of the two was much more distressed than he was bewildered, caught between a wave of different emotions. He didn't handle them well; that went for most emotions. Stupid feelings. Stupid attachment. Stupid; all of it.

"I...erm--" Reginald's voice hit his ears, eyes only turning to meet Reginald as his teeth sunk into his cod. The shorter cleared his throat. "I'm sorry-- I don't know of any known...solutions to this. But-- I'm sure I can find something in time. I-I can assure you, though, I'll try my best to be as fast as possible to get you back to normal."

... What?

"Yer gonna...find me a cure?" 'Cure' was probably a bad word to describe the term, but, both of them knew they were thinking about this situation as if it were a problem. Right turned his attention fully now, letting the cod rest in his hands that fell into his lap (lap?). The other had a crimson look on his face now, looking down at the ground, fumbling with his hands slightly.

"I...figured it would be...appropriate because, well, you helped me a great deal-- and that-- well-- how I--" Reginald brought a hand to his face, rubbing it with his webbed fingers, letting out a small groan of frustration. "--look. I'm sorry about being upset over the dry lander thing on the ship. Ugh-- the clan's been in such a slump. And we've messed up heist after heists because of those wooden whales. And I was frustrated and upset-- and I just--"

The purple and gold merman slumped his face into his hands. "I'm so sick of how miserable The Toppat Shells and the answer was right there, even though you were already so kind to me. I wasn't thinking; I was just mad and upset. And now that's led to--"

"Oi."

Reginald cut off his rambling, looking up from his hands to look at the small concerned yet stern expression of the other merman in the cavern. A hand came to his shoulder, grasping it gently. "If ye 'ink f' a second t'at...t'is--" Right gestured to his lower half. "--is yer fault, yer wrong. Yeah, maybe it was a result of some dumb s'it ye were upset wit', but t'ings were gonna turn out dis way because of the 'ole...raid on the s'ip t'ing."

"No-No, I'm not saying that." The brunette let out a sigh, brushing a curl out of his face and slumping against the back wall, not moving from the comforting presence on his shoulder. "I-- erm-- just believe I owe you some payment for...everything you've done for me. How I reacted was uncalled for and...consider this an apology, maybe."

Owed him payment? That was an odd thing for an ex-pirate to hear.

He wasn't paid back for anything; that's just how things were on the surface. Steal. Work as a crew. Get the job done. Do it all over again. Right supposed, however, that it did sort of match his out of character performance of helping a dying fish on the beach and growing slightly attached over time. A lot of things were out of character. This whole damn situation was wrong.

A sigh left Right's throat, coming out as a string of bubbles as he brought his hands back into his lap, too leaning back.

"Can't 'ave that, 'orry. If t'ere's one t'ing 've learned being a 'aptain, ye never play princess. Ain't yer responsibility ta change me back, when it ain't even yer fault. Kinda my business, 'onestly. But, if yer committed, we'll...figure it out together, suppose."

Octopi falling to the ground in a stunned grasp, Reginald's eyes turned up and met the brown ones that belonged to Right, blinking several times to understand what he had said. The ex-pirate held back a smirk, feeling slightly satisfied on getting an upper hand. Of course, it didn't last long, since his expression turned into painted, crimson blush at the response from the other.

"S-Sorry, could, erm, I hug you?"

...Hug? Uhm-- It wasn't an odd request, of course. But Hugging

"Erm--" Right let the cod drop into his lap, brushing a hand behind his head to scratch his hair, even if it wasn't itchy. Might as well not bring another problem to this situation. "I mean-- sur--"

Right didn't need to say one word more, as Reginald was suddenly on his chest, wrapping his arms around the other's torso in a tight embrace, face buried into his shoulder. Taking a sharp inhale, the taller of the two felt his face heat up, despite being the cool waters of the seafloor. With much hesitation, Right wrapping his arms around the other, trying his best to not hit his fins or something along those lines (he didn't have a clue to how sensitive they were). Heh. It almost seemed like Reginald was just as choked up at the situation as he was, despite that not being true in the slightest. However, he seemed to be greatly upset by it, at least.

It only lasted a moment, the smaller individual pulling back, keeping his distance and looking slightly awkward. It was clear that Reginald seemed to express appreciation and gratitude through physical affection, even if it was platonic. Didn't exactly clash well with Right's nature of pushing people away when he was emotional. But...it was manageable. The ex-pirate let out a chuckle, scratching his head once more with a cough of bubbles. "'ow about...we start again? Like, bef' all t'is bullshit 'appened."

Before the pirate ship. Before things had gone pear-shaped. Before when the last time they saw each other was on the beach.

The merman before him took a moment of stunned silence before his lips formed into a smile, sticking his hand forward.

"Alright. Hi there. My name is Reginald Coperbottom; second in command of The Toppats Shells!"

A firm handshake was met with a wave of bubbles.

"'ello. 'm Right."

[papers4me]

Fruits Basket, SE02, Ep22

I was pleasantly surprised that this was one of the best balanced eps concerning tohru as of yet!! They touched upon her being mom-figure in the first half but proceeded to humanize her afterward, depicting her as normal girl!, frustrated, vulnerable & somewhat silently struggling. I was right in my prediction that the moment yuki lets go of mom-tohru image, the show will too!! I’m happy!! finally, No more angels in the sky. But only real tohru with flaws, ugliness & humanity.

-Yuki’s acceptance of past feelings & change towards new ones:

The show is aware that they’ve been using the fake love-triangle initially but it actually has an explanation within the story. Yuki is attracted to tohru, so much, but it isn’t romantic at all. his attempts in “correcting” how he perceived her didn’t set right with him & he felt weirded out more! The show brilliantly depicted these “flirty scenes” with a hint of uneasiness. Yuki’s lines/ moves felt cringey & artificial “do you like my act, princess”,”I’ll kidnap you”, being encouraged by Aya to compliment tohru as a boy should. The signs are all there except not in your face, & the writer deserves praise!! Yuki, being perceptive, was able to reach such conclusion, not only by looking into himself, but by also at looking how kyo interacted with her, differently from him. Kyo sees tohru as a woman & is attracted to her romantically & altho kyo’s words & interactions with tohru lacks princely smoothness & have a hint of awkwardness, it was natural, genuine & spontaneous. Kyo didn’t put on an act or forced himself to flirt or deliberately chose words to impress tohru. Yuki was able to notice tohru only looked romantically towards kyo. Yuki used all his observations to reach another conclusion abt himself too!!! What he wants in a relationship is sth similar to kyo/tohru!! Mutual & equal relationship. He won’t be satisfied by one-sidedly giving or taking.

-The Author’s brilliance in writing traumatic-based behavior ( Kyo/yuki’s best interaction!! ) :

-an anon cryptically warned me that I’ll be disappointed in kyo this ep cuz of a certain scene with yuki. After watching it, I can tell you without a doubt I’m not disappointed at all!! Rather I’m beyond satisfied that I’ve decided to trust the author. Ms. Takya is genius in depicting traumatic-based behavior! Any other writer, would write the scene less raw, yuki would still shine defeating his inner demos, but kyo would only grunt, or say sth mild. cuz the writer might fear that it might risk showing kyo as the stupid guy behind in his growth compared to the successful yuki ,or annoy the readers/viewers who are so eager for these boys to reach mutual ground. Only a great writer will be brave enough to write kyo as his trauma/ faulty copying mechanism logically dictates!

-We spent an entire season with yuki, saw him yell at kakeru’s insensitive hurtful remarks, cry knowing he was saved cuz a friend risked freeing him, it took a locked dark room, paint fumes, PTSD, tons of monologues before yuki finally let it all out! & you want such brilliant writer to make kyo turn around & be nice to yuki all of a sudden after episodes of fights & no perspective insight? You bet such amazing writer will give kyo’s perspective its time & his development the logical progress he needs. This writer is all abt logical & realistic progression! whether positive or even negative, the characters will come across human, raw, realistic & real during & after their journey.

- Going through kyo/yuki’s dialogue, it will tell you that furuba is NOT abt friendship saving the day, or abt successful growth. It is abt the journey these traumatized children are undergoing now that they are nearly becoming young adults. Yuki’s journey was amazing not cuz he succeeded (as amazingly as this is) but cuz it made sense from his perspective, was realistic, logical, matched his coping mechanism & character traits & it took the needed time. Now for kyo, all his reactions should match his perspective, & make sense giving his coping mechanism. He wasn’t given time yet. so, he won’t grow much yet. “Making a fool of me?” kyo didn’t see yuki’s perspective abt the hat. he thinks yuki did it on purpose to taunt him.That HE saved tohru while kyo fails as always. “Praised by others, needed by them” Kyo like everybody in school, always thought yuki is a prince, loved, & admired. Kyo is not the audience, he didn’t see yuki’s struggle.”surpass me easily while I struggle” kyo may train for years with tears & blood, but the rat will beat him always cuz he is superiors. “an idiot that never gets anything, wants an idiotic impossible thing” “if only I gave birth to the rat, I’d ve been happier” kyo’s mom wished or the impossible. So did kyo. He wished that he’d prove to her that he can be the rat’s equal. She shouldn't have died becuz of him. An impossible wish.

-I personally think that kyo’s journey will take a different path from yuki’s. Unlike yuki, kyo’s been accused & proved to harm others somehow, intentionally or unintentionally. Some not even in this world anymore. So there are things in kyo’s journey that can’t be fixed. Nothing will bring his mom or kyoko back to life. He can’t apologize to them. There is NO forgiveness here as kyoko said!. Hence, the writer will brilliantly make kyo fall so hard & reach rock bottom so bad before he stands up again!! It matches his personality too!! He’s a person who struggles in expressing himself verbally, gets overwhelmed with emotions, stubborn, hard on himself & fiery in nature. Moreover, due to his trauma, he harbors very low self-esteem & due to his guilt, he is drenched in self-loath.

-The addiction of destructive coping mechanism ( Writing Brilliancy):

Kyo has one of the most destructive coping mechanism in the show. Similarly to what his father did by illogically dumping all the blame of the mom’s suicide on 4 year old child, which resulted in hurting kyo, kyo adopted his dad’s ways & dumped it all on yuki. Illogical. wrong. but it works!! it numbs this tingling sense of guilt, it puts the voice that goes “ you’re unforgivable” temporarily to sleep. All the hate is on someone else. not me. I’m not a monster. does it work all the time? NO. cuz NO drug does! All drugs has this temporary effect, that unless you break away from, will end up destroying you. “don’t you want it that way? you wouldn’t want to have anyone to hate?“  I’m still confused if this is kyoko or his mom. It has kyoko’s hair, the words are very harsh. Kyoko from kyo’s perspective shifts between extremely kind & cruelly harsh! but regardless, the truth has been spoken. Kyo’s eyes are opened. He can’t force blind himself anymore. he does NOT hate yuki. he “ acts like hating yuki is sth you needs to do”, as shigure said! hating yuki is his way to escape from his destructive self-loath. He hasn’t been hating or fighting yuki for a long while, he tries now, one more fight, one more dose of the drug, let the pain go away! Nope. Yuki is not participating, yuki is in the light now. You are drenched in the darkness, as unforgivable as you are. Monster eyes & all. Kyo breaks the window to break away from the memory. from this point on, it escalates to rock bottom as the drug is no longer working & hating himself with no escape is all he’s left with.

-Protecting leading to hurting:

yuki brings kyo attention that while he’s been hard on himself & resisting change, he is hurting tohru. Sth kyo chose confinement in oder to NOT do. Kyo being distant from class activities “life” is his choice. Tohru suffering is a consequence to that choice. Kyo, once again, overwhelmed by tohru’s desire to include him in their activities “ life”. Helplessly & painfully looking at her & acknowledging yuki’s words. Kyo in one of his most vulnerable moments, matched only by true form hug scene, is desperate for a hug. Not only cuz he loves her, but cuz he needs her, cuz he’s so tried of himself, cuz she’s so endearingly stupid waiting for him all by herself when she could’ve easily caught him home!! Ugh! tohru! T_T. Except this time, kyo is aware of his surroundings, it’s school, no place for transformation. As kyo decides to change his position from hug to head rest, he stares so intently in her eyes. Embracing her with his presence. For a moment there I felt weird. Like I was intruding on a personal moment between two ppl. XD. This moment was this excellently weird mix of tenderly romantic, bittersweet cuz they cant be together hug, & sexually tensed! one of the most successful kyoru moment that truly depicted emotions visually without needing much dialogue!

Side Notes:

kyo/yuki interaction was their most honest, filter-free & raw moment! each said what he really felt. yuki’s directly telling kyo to complain to him, which kyo did. yuki urging kyo to see that punishing himself hurts tohru.

I appreciate that Yuki won’t tell tohru now, cuz it will ruin their progress towards a better balanced relationship. Tohru’s lid hasn’t even been touched, so she would be cautious interacting with him. But once she opens her lid, her self-worth increase & her desire to focus on herself more is ignited!, she’ll listen to him without taking his burden as hers. just like kakeru did. Equal friends.

I wanted to talk deeper abt machi & yuki, but didn’t want it to be overshadowed by kyo’s analysis. Next time for sure!

I love how the writer included the most spontaneous flirting moment between kyo & tohru right after yuki explained that he saw her non-romantically. The writer wants the comparison to be clear cutting ties to any love-triangle misunderstanding that might linger from previous scenes. Moreover, it showed yuki fully & genuinely accepting kyoru!!

I’ll never be over tohru acting like normal teenager & chasing kyo, trying to catch the script!!!! These small moments while having not much effect on the grand plot, help depict tohru with her own feisty style of stubbornness beyond the one-sided kind image we always see.

This ep has well-written & visually appealing scenes. Visual imagery were well-implemented in kyo/yuki scene & kyo/tohru last scene.

Thank you anime for drawing tohru older, pretty & more mature in the final scene. She looked like a woman in love & silently in pain. My baby is growing!

Why is kyoko holding the hat in KYO’s flashback!!!! she’s wearing the same white dress from yuki’s memory?? What the heck is the hat’s story?!!!

[miya-universe-7]

Suspenders

warning: smut! pairing: Kim Jongdae and You/Reader genre: a bit of fluff followed by smut words: about 1k

notes: Your boyfriend`s little accessory caught your attention and led to some adventured after your date ♥  I`m not good at writing smut, that`s why it`s pretty short and i hope it turned out well. hope you enjoy it! write comments if you liked it (or not) i`d love to know your opinion :3

○♫○ You had a date with Jongdae and everything was as fine as it could be, but there was one ‘but’. You couldn’t take your eyes off from Jongdae’s simple but somehow sexy look: his soft black hair carefully divided into two in the middle, opening the view on his forehead, tight jeans, white tshirt and thick suspenders. The last item was driving you crazy. At first you just joked about it, making remarks every now and then. With the time you started to playfully tug on them with no back thought. It went to the point you barely put your hands off Jongdae’s suspenders and/or shoulders. Jongdae teased you about your excessive love for this small accessory, but that made you slap him with them lightly. It became the turning point. Jongdae whined and rubbed his chest just where the suspenders hit him. You apologized and to your surprise Jongdae answered not how you expected. Not a single variant of what you could expect. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll make up for it tonight”

Now you could only imagine what ideas he got from your innocent play with these damned suspenders. The look on his face told you that something interesting awaited you but that also meant no mercy.

Here you were, naked on the bed, with your hands up your head tied to the bed with those suspenders. But you had no complaints. Jongdae was paying attention to each centimeter of your body, spending some extra time on your soft spots, but the thing was that he was everywhere except where you needed him. Your boyfriend not once proved you that his patience lasts as long as he wants it to. It seemed as if you’ve spent several hours like this, under his touches, nibbles and kisses getting no release to the knot down your body. At first you tried to create some friction by bringing your legs together but Jongdae noticed it at once and changed his position, parting your legs and sitting just between them. After this fail and some punishment bites from Jongdae, you slid a bit down but still couldn’t reach his body.

“So eager that you can’t wait patiently for me to touch you..” he tsked three times, “today you are not the good girl I know”

He went down slowly, giving you a second to enjoy the thought that he would give you what you want, before caressing your thighs with both hands, then replacing one of the hands with his lips. He started from a bit higher than your knee, painting a faltering line of slow kisses leading up your thigh, his breath itching your core at the highest point, then doing the same with your other leg. You kept moaning his name together with begging pleases each time he moved in the direction of your pussy. After all the teasing the desperation reached the peak and you were almost ready to give up the idea of getting the release this night. And that was definitely the goal Jongdae wanted and finally managed to achieve. He paused suddenly, taking in the view under him: the beautiful mess he created out of you, your tied up hands no longer in fists, your hair all over the pillows, your face red and glowing, your neck, breasts and thighs covered with hickies, sweat and bite marks. Jongdae leaned in for a kiss, but it`s suddenly tender, extremely slow and affectionate. It made you a bit relaxed, but when you opened your eyes after the kiss, the look on his face gave you the opposite feeling. You understood that this kiss was just the small break Jongdae gifted you with.

 “Are you ready for the main part?” he smirked.

You let out something between a moan and a whine. Taking into consideration the previous experience you didn`t fall for that. Jongdae was in the mood and that meant he might not let you cum till the dawn or at all. But still his own patience is not limitless, so you hoped that he would finally give you what you`ve been craving for the whole night. 

“Yes, please..” you answered, waiting for his next move.

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he commands, hovering over you.

“Fuck me, Dae,” you almost whisper, but his name sounds more like a moan.

“Details, babe. I need details,” his voice is too deep and imposing, “or you won`t get anything.”

“Shi..” you almost cursed at such arrogance, but stopped halfway. As if you had any energy to explain how you want him to fuck you, especially in details. You just wanted your release after all the teasing, you didn`t care how exactly, you just wanted him in you. In addition, speaking during sex has never been your cup of tea, and Jongdae knew this.

“So..? Are we finishing or proceeding?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Proceeding... Dae, just make me cum already. I can`t take it anymore,” you begged. Jongdae hummed and shook his head in response. You got his clue.

“Hm, I meant eat me out,” your voice was shaking and eyes closed.

“That`s it, babe. Not bad for the beginning,” he announced moving down to give you a reward. When his face was at the level of your lower stomach, Jongdae touched your skin with his lips, getting closer to your pussy. He made a little pause before finally putting his tongue into work. Firstly the moves were slow, as if he was continuing to torture you, but it changed very soon. The pace became quicker and you gave into the feeling growing inside you. The wet sounds were filling the room, together with your and Jongdae`s heavy breathing and moaning. You kept repeating “more”, but Jongdae suddenly stopped when you were at the edge. 

“Okay, love, let`s finish it together,” not waiting for your answer he rolled on the condom that he took from the nightstand and hovered over you again. “Ready, my dear?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, biting your lower lip. Jongdae leaned down and kissed you passionately, aligning the tip of his dick with your entrance. The taste of yourself in the kiss diverted your attention for a moment, until your felt your walls stretch letting him in. You gasped, matching Dae`s heavy uneven breathing, when he started to move his hips. You tilted your head to the side, eyes closed, fully concentrated on the feeling you`ve waited for so long. Jongdae threw a glance at you and smirked, amazed at your cute and satisfied expression. He also decided not to play anymore and hastened his thrust, also adding the depth. Dae dropped his head on the crook of your neck, his soft, wet with sweat hair tickling your skin. You wanted to run your fingers into his hair as you usually do, but this time you couldn`t. Yet you didn`t have time to get disappointed, because with this pace your desired release was very close, the understanding of reality leaving you. 

“Babe..” Jongdae breathed out into your neck, awakening you. Feeling high, you let out a pretty long moan, signaling of your closeness to the peak.

“Come,” another low whisper from him. As if there were any other variants what to do. You buried your face into his temple, his messy hair sticking to your cheek and eyebrow. 

“Dae..!” it was everything you managed to cry out, your orgasm overhelming all your senses. He growled, cumming several thrusts after you. But he didn`t stop at once, riding out your highs slowly. Dae kissed you again, untying your hands. Your hands powerlessly fell on his shoulders, as Jongdae finally stopped moving and collapsed near your side. 

“ What a bliss, I wore them today,” he pointed at the suspenders on the pillow above your head. You couldn`t disagree here. The two of you laughed loudly, definitely satisfied with the outcome of the night.

thanks for reading! ♥ everyone needs some smut with JD ;3

[looselucy]

Part 5 - The Girl

Her lips on his. He lives for her lips on his.

The curve they possess is perfect, as though he’d shaped them himself, designed them like craftwork with the tips of his fingers. It’s like he himself created them so that they’d fit so wonderfully with his own, so that they’d feel this way against him. It can’t have just happened this way. It can’t be some coincidence that her lips are ideal for his, that her soul traces him the way it does, that her body glows under his touch. Harry believes with all his heart that something far more powerful has thrust the two of them together. He holds his hands against her back, and he knows this is right. This is why he has waited all these years, because the woman he loves is about to receive something he’s never shared before. He loves her and she loves him, and this is exactly how it’s meant to be. Harry gently turns the two of them so that she’s on her back, and he’s between her legs, and he can look at her, see that this is important to her too. This moment they’re sharing is substantial, unlike anything Harry has ever experienced before in his life. Each smile, each laugh, each monumental moment and ordinary occurrence has all just been a lead up to this, right here, with her. “I need to take this slowly.” He trembles, eyes fixed with hers. “I need to remember every single second of this.” “Take all the time you need.” She comforts, the smile on her face forcing Harry to swallow back more confessions of love. “You’re in charge.” He lowers his head, beginning to kiss sweetly at her neck, wishing that each press of his skin on hers would form into something he could touch, art upon his wall so that he could go back and visit this exact moment, feel at the paint and remember what it was like to be in love for the first time. It’s more overwhelming and overbearing than he had ever thought it would be. He didn’t know love would be so apprehending, something he could feel fluctuating through him constantly. It’s been there for a while, but when he’d heard her say those words back to him, it increased, augmented to the point where love became more than a feeling. It is its own being, one that tugs at his stomach and punches at his chest. One that twists between the two of them, shades the colour of his lips, plucks up each individual goose-bump that currently adorn his trembling body. His lips begin to move down to her chest, soon ghosting over her nipple, and he watches as love pulls upwards at her skin too, her whole body shivering as his hot breath fans over the area, before his lips encompass her, his tongue stroking across the nub, sucking lightly. She tangles her hands through his curls, still trying to come to terms with what’s happening, that she’s in love, with someone who is kind and good, someone who loves her with all he is. Her hips push down to the mattress as his hands clasp at her waist, biting at her nipple tenderly. No one has ever touched her this way before, like she’s the only thing they want to hold. When Harry lays his hands on her, it’s almost as though he types his words of admiration upon her skin, spells them out so she can never again doubt the light he sees her in. “Fuck.” She gasps when he pulls his mouth away, beginning his gentle journey across her stomach. He leaves trails of sweet saliva down her body, hoping to pull more awe-induced curse words from between her lips, and that her breathy sighs will tangle with them again, because they calm him. Hearing her vocal pleasure eases his racing mind, reminds him that he doesn’t need to be perfect, because the moment in itself is. The love they’re feeling makes this special, with minimal effort. He doesn’t need to be perfect, as she’ll love him regardless. She widens her legs once he reaches her, and the sight ahead of him brings him to life, leaving him reeling before he’s even pushed his head forward. He’s done this before, but never with feeling. He’d been young, he’d been drunk, wrapped up in a girl for just a few minutes of his life, clumsy and horny, but it had never been anything like this. He’d been purposefully holding out for this moment, never handing himself over to someone fully. It has to be her. She is the only person he wants to share this with. “I’ve been desperate to taste you.” He groans, his stomach flipping. So he moves his head forward, hearing an impassioned whimper emit from her just a second before he licks a thick stripe up towards her clit, snaking his hands around her to press down on her hipbones and still her shaking frame. He gazes up her body as he sucks on her nub, watching her back arch, her hands grasping at her breasts, the way he can see that she’s struggling to breath as he flicks his tongue against her. Harry had admired her whilst watching her do the most mundane things, like reading, watching TV, sleeping, talking, drinking, but there’s something special about this. There’s something special about seeing her pant and wheeze as he lowers himself and fucks his tongue into her, surrounded by her tang and her scent and her passion. All his senses are overwhelmed. The taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her sweat, the sound of her words and the music that still plays on his vinyl beside them, the sight of the woman he loves. He’s overcome. His tongue searches over her, eager eyes staying open so he can view her waning frame, the way she grasps at the bedsheets and grips her eyes shut. His tongue plays into her pink love, sparking catalysts of rapture that gush through her, the whimpers she releases subconscious and satisfied. “Ha-Harry fuck.” She gasps, lowering her hands to interlace through his hair. “That’s it. Fuck.” His tongue plays with her clit as he moves to ease his finger into her dripping hole, her body jolting with the impression of the cold ring on his finger, a harsh contrast to the heat of her core. He allows another finger to push into her, sucking and concealing her clit with his full lips, curving his fingers so they brush over a coarser patch of skin that he believes to be her g-spot, and the way her body reddens and her moans enhance confirms his thoughts. Harry closes his eyes and pushes her towards her edge, exploring her most intimate area with his eager mouth and his long fingers, trying to hold back a smirk when he feels her wet desire pulsing to his lips, a strained silence falling upon her throat as her pleasure peaks, jerking her core a little closer to him. He watches her in wonder, the way she rides it out and how she looks whilst she’s doing so. He’s infatuated as he watches her slowly begin to ease, occasionally kissing over the area tenderly, consuming her taste for as long as he can. He moves to kiss at the inside of her thigh once he notices that she’s breathing again, then moves his lips to kiss over the scar on the outside of her thigh, the one he knows she hates. He kisses it with admiration, wanting to prove to her that he thinks it’s beautiful, just like every other inch of her body. He wants to take away her bad memories and maybe change the way she feels towards it. He wishes that he could project the way that he sees her onto his bare brick wall, force her to view the fragmented material, and then she could see herself just how he sees her. She would see the glow that surrounds her whilst she speaks, and how sometimes it looks as though her eyes are entirely gold, sparkling and shining in the sunlight, bright and radiant and conquering in the rain. He kisses back up her body until he reaches her lips, feeling her shattered breathing as she attempts to regain strength. “I love you.” She gasps, and the words are just as astounding the second time around. “I love you so much.” He looks down at her, tears reforming in his eyes, and he sees stars. He had stared towards space countless time, terrified of the endless expanse, the infinite abyss of possibilities. Yet somehow, he knows that of all those unanswered questions and adventures, his answer would always be Ren. He would always go back to her. In every possible timeframe, in every universe and every past-life, every dream and every possible continuum, he had fallen in love with Florence Daisy Valentine. Time and time again. “I’m so fucking in love with you.” He tells her breathlessly, shivering when she reaches to wipe the tears from under his eyes. “This is… everything I’ve ever wanted. I… I didn’t… Fuck. I love you, Ren.” She gently strokes at the skin of his neck just below his chin, softly requesting that he lowers his lips to meet hers again, so he does. He wraps his hand through her hair, his other hand on her waist, almost feeling as though he needs to be gentle with her. She’s delicate and tender beneath his heavy hands, and he knows he should treat her like the triumphant petals of a sunflower, stroke her smooth veins sweetly, making sure that he’s kind and tentative. He has seen her blooming over the past few months, and the last thing he wants to do is to tug at her petals, separate them and tear them away like a careless game of she loves me, she loves me not. He has his answer, he’s seen her growing, and he wants the flower of her soul and her being to remain intact. He wants to make love to her. He doesn’t want to fuck her, or use her, or disregard the sanctuary that is her body. If he can prove her worth in the way he kisses and touches her, he’ll view it as an honour. “I… I don’t really know where to go from here.” He mumbles nervously. “That’s okay.” She smiles. “Tell me what you want.” “Wh-what I want?” “Just… even what position you want? Do you want to be on top like this?” “Yeah,” He nods nervously. “This is great. I want to see you.” “Then… I’m here. I’m ready when you are. Take your time.” “Touch me.” He whispers, his nerves thick in the lump in his throat. “Please.” Their eyes remain locked as she reaches her hand lower, soon wrapping her fingers around him, lightly stroking her hand up and down, and that’s when his eyes fall shut, and he bites his bottom lip, trembling at the feeling. It’s been almost four years since a girl touched him like this, and the feeling is foreign to him now. It’s more intense, because it’s her, but even so, the feelings that shoot through his body are unfamiliar to him, like it’s the first time. He manages to open his eyes just in time to see her licking over her lips, her eyes watching her hand work up and down his shaft. “Oh fuck… You’re so big.” She speaks absentmindedly. “I’m ready.” He swallows. “I need you, now.” The track changes in the background, but Harry notes it immediately, his heart fluttering alongside the strings of Meadowlarks as he holds himself and places his tip at her entrance, astounded by the chords and the feelings they thrust upon his already bursting heart. “I love you.” He tells her again. “I love you too.” Slowly, he pushes his hips forward, watching her face as he enters her inch by inch. Her mouth widens, her neck cracks, and Harry seems to be totally oblivious and dazed until he’s as deep as he can get, and at that point he falters, pleasure becoming a weight on his body as he drops down with a thud against her chest, cursing to himself. “Fuck fuck oh my god fuck.” “Harry… Harry look at me.” She demands breathlessly, waiting until he’s lifted his head and their eyes meet again. “Calm down. Calm down, it’s okay.” “You feel amazing.” He wheezes. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t- Fuck.” “Kiss me.” He does, and when their lips work together, it soothes him. Somehow, he’s still utterly stunned by the effect she has on him, the way her eyes call to him, how her lips litter love to his. Harry can’t help but feel like before her he was empty and aching and he wasn’t even aware of it. He had spent his years since finishing university feeling lonely, almost searching for someone to share his life with, without consciously looking for that person. It was like someone had been missing, but he no longer feels that way. He has her, and she has filled a void in his life that he hadn’t ever fully been aware of. He never wants to lose her. He never wants lose this feeling. Their passionate kiss comes to a steady end, Harry having calmed down enough, and he knows he can continue. “I’m gunna move.” He tells her, speaking her through his actions, even though the words are really meant for him, a way to stay calm. “Okay.” She whispers up to him. He gradually pulls out of her, the movement agonisingly slow, Ren feeling emptier and wetter by the second, and just before he pulls out fully, he slams back into her, the movement so rapid that she curses loudly and her body jolts. “Holy fuck that’s good.” He grunts, beginning to roll his hips, starting to find his perfect pace. “Worth the wait?” She’s breathless, managing to smirk cheekily. “Definitely.” He sniggers. He kisses her again, their tongues tangling together. The blows of Harry’s hips are slow but sharp, enough to bring a battered whimper from Ren every time he’s in her fully, and he knows he’s not going to last. He’s never felt anything like this in his life. He can’t believe he’s lucky enough for his first time to be so full of love, rather than something he’d done with a few drinks down his throat and with a girl he barely cared for. He’s lucky enough to do this, and share this pleasure with a girl he’s madly in love with. He’d always hoped it would be this way, but he wasn’t sure he’d get this lucky. He fell in love with her eyes before he fell in love with her core. He fell in love with her voice before he fell in love with her moans. He fell in love with her smile before he fell in love with her kiss. He fell in love with everything about who she is as a person before he’d even had the chance to fall in love with her body, and it is all he’s ever wanted. He learns from her quickly, reacting to her dainty moans, figuring out what feels good for her and how their bodies work together. He whines when her hands run through his hair and then down his back, the feel of her touch enough to make Harry weaker than he’s ever been before in his life. “I love you.” He tells her again, because he never wants to stop saying it. “I love you. I love you. Fuck-Fuck, I love you.” He’s lost between the physical pleasure he feels and the mental pleasure that immerses him, wishing there was something else he could say to her to try and explain what he’s feeling, but words cannot sum this up. Every word he has ever read within books, or poetry he has consumed can’t be used as a reflection to describe this. The lyrics he loves, and even how he feels when he is surrounded by flowers cannot be wrought to imitate or explain the new beat of his heart. It goes beyond that, and needs to be shared in the way he looks at her, touches her, supports her. He has to show this in his lifestyle and the way they work together, because words are not in this moment and will never be enough. “You feel so good, Harry.” Her gasps align with her moans. “You’re so tight,” He groans, circling his hips. “So hot.” He moves his lips down to her collarbone, his bed producing creaks it never used to croon as he jounces into her with precision and control. He feels powerful as he thrusts his body into hers, obsessed with the way her throbbing heat feels, because it’s better than he ever imagined it to be. A sharp push of his hips produces a sound from her that makes him panic, whipping his head back upwards so he can look into her eyes, concerned. “I’m fine.” She just about gawps. “You’re just so big. Fuck-” “Ren-” “I’ve never felt this good, Harry, don’t stop.” His tongue dives back into her mouth momentarily after he sees that she once again has tears in her eyes, and it’s because she’s questioning how it had taken so many years to have a boy touch her in a way that suggests he genuinely cares for her. She had let herself be consumed by people who thought little of her and her worth because it was all she’d known. Harry had stormed into her life and forced her to love herself, and realise that she needed more than she’d ever allowed herself to have. She will always be grateful for that. Harry bites down on her bottom lip, panting with every blow of his hips, the feel of her around him, warm and wet and perfect. Her back arches, their bodies tight together, and Harry wants to keep their figures like this for as long as possible, to make love to her over and over, to see those gorgeous beads of sweat drip down her neck, the heat they share overwhelming. He moves his lips to her ear, gently tugging at her hair, loving the way her figure feels as she rolls it up towards him, admiring how his body is practically smothering hers. “Tell me what you want.” He whispers. “Tell me what makes you feel good.” “You.” She simply replies, and she’s not lying. “Tell me what else.” He demands, fucking her a little harder. “Tell me how to make you feel good.” “Touch me.” Her request is simple. “I’m so close. Touch me and I’ll cum.” The thought of being able to make her unravel that way yet again makes him quiver, stroking his hand down her stomach and then extending two fingers so he can rub her in the way her body is screaming for, and the second he does she starts to moan loudly and consistently, closing her eyes and lolling her head back, overwhelmed as his touches spark the kind of sexual bliss that she’s never experienced before in her life. “You’re so beautiful.” He says, kissing down her jaw. “I wanna feel you cum on me.” “Faster.” She pants. So he accelerates the movement of his fingers, and her moans heighten, and then he gets to feel it. For the first time in his life, he gets to feel what it’s like to have a girl orgasm whilst he’s inside her, and the sensation is completely inspiring. He can feel the way she pulses around him, and how her wet desire leaks and sticks between the two of them. She’s moaning and writhing beneath him and it causes aching grunts to web within his throat. He gently nibbles at the skin on her jaw, brows knitted tightly at the centre, panting his adoration against her. He knows he can’t last any longer. The feel of her orgasm allows Harry to join her in the action, and again, he’s stunned by the way his whole body feels as he comes inside of her. The feeling travels through his bloodstream and reaches every inch of him, a strained and husky cry exiting his parted lips, holding himself as close to her as he can. He moves to nestle his face into her neck, cursing and fucking into her harshly for his final few thrusts. There’s an energy between the two of them that neither of them can explain, something new and exciting, like this is now another chapter in their story. They’re exhausted, but they’re wide awake, lost and captured within the entwined netting of this loving relationship they’ve found themselves in. It’s so new to them, and so incredibly exciting. The moment becomes a golden memory within his mind, one that he knows will shine forever, give a glow to even his darkest of days. But that’s what she’s always done. She has always been sunshine and flowers and warmth, the inside of her soul like walking through an overgrown field in the peak of summer, the tips of his fingers easing across tall stems, surrounded by nature and plants and heated by the hard-beating sun. That’s how she feels. He’s struggling to still his breathing, curving his head round and resting his forehead against hers, becoming limp inside of her but not wanting to move, not wanting this moment to end quite yet. She’s calm long before he is, and she watches him, hoping he’ll settle but it doesn’t seem to be happening. “Are you okay?” She asks. “Yeah.” He pants, nodding. “Harry, you-” “Just let me be this way with you. Just for a little while longer, please.” He pulses his lips to stifle hers, indescribably soft with her, just wanting to share in this experience for as many breathless moments as he can. She trails her fingers down the sides of his body, stroking him sweetly, his figure twitching thanks to her kind touch. His tongue prods against her bottom lip, clasping both his hands around her neck, his fingers meeting at the back, his thumbs stroking down her jaw. There’s a simplicity within the silence of their kiss, the music now a dull beat in the background that they hardly notice. Harry feels so at ease with the world. There’s not a single doubt in his mind, or weight on his shoulders. There are no painful memories or trying times, there is only this moment. All he has is her lips kissing back at him, her hot body fixed with his, her hands searching over his build. He manages to calm down, feeling remarkably natural with her. He now finds it hard to picture his life without her, what his routine was like before this. He can’t imagine getting home from work and not having her there to welcome him. He’s used to this and he loves this and the thought of being this way with her forever somehow doesn’t scare him. He knows it should, but then he looks into her sunflower eyes and it’s impossible to fear a life with her. A life with her could never be scary, or wrong, or leave him feeling unfulfilled. A life with Florence Daisy Valentine is bound to be filled with love, and laughter, and this bursting happiness that he can feel now. “That was perfect.” He eventually breathes, his lips lingering close to hers. “I… I worried sometimes… that I was stupid for waiting. That I should have just… got it out the way like everyone else did, but… I just… Thank you, for proving to me that I didn’t need to do that. You were worth the wait.” “You’ll never forget me now.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling. “No one forgets their first time.” “I would have never forgotten you anyway.” He chuckles. “Even if I’d never seen you again after our night on the docks… I would have never forgotten you. You’re the type of person who stands out.” Sometimes, when he tells her things like that, she jolts, like her body is rejecting the kind things he says. It pains him, to know that she hasn’t been surrounded by the love she deserves, but he’s glad he can see the change in her. Every time, the subconscious reaction of her body minimises, and she heals. Her head falls back a little more, Harry using this as an invite to her neck, kissing and licking over the area, her body soothing, eliciting a mild moan. “No one has ever touched me the way you do.” She tells him, knotting her fingers in his curls. “No one has ever made me feel like this.” “No one ever will again.” He groans against her. He moves his hands lower, one gripping at her waist whilst the other strokes over her scar, his lips lowering to her chest. “You really love me, don’t you?” She blushes, her lashes fluttering. He lifts himself so he can look down at her again, show that there’s a confidence within him that cannot be disputed. “I’ve never loved anything this much in my life.” She pulls his head down so that he’ll kiss her again, wanting as little space between them as possible. Harry recalls a time when he was young, climbing a tall tree that stood in the field where he used to pick flowers with his father. The branches were perfectly aligned, making it easy to climb, but one of them had snapped beneath his feet, and he’d fallen. Somehow, she feels the same way. She’s a tall tree, evergreen, with branches that he can hold onto, and elevate himself towards the sun. Some of her branches had snapped whilst he’d tried to make his way upwards, leaving him winded at the bottom. But as he kisses her, he finally feels as though he’s reached the top. He finally feels sturdy on the final branch, gazing out across the landscape that now presents itself. A view has never been so beautiful.