#(such a cozy piece uwu)

[petcr3]

dreams | rhett abbott x reader

summary: rhett asks if reader ever wants to move out of their apartment, and before either of them know it, they’re planning out a future together.

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, my usual in depth cuddle descriptions because i am not normal, rhett getting to feel loved uwu, rhett being romantic because he IS i just know

a/n: this was completely unplanned, i was just yearning so hard an entire fic fell out

You’re curled up against Rhett’s chest, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he idly trails his fingers up and down the length of your spine.

“You ever think about leaving this place?” he asks.

“Wabang?”

“No.” A chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I just meant the apartment.” You hum in understanding, fingertips idly dancing along his side.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind living in a bigger place. Maybe a house someday.” 

“Any chance I’m in that house with you?”

“Of course you are. There’s a little spot for you to curl up at the foot of my bed and everything.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and he leans down to nip harmlessly at the shell of your ear.

“Mean.” 

You giggle and hide your face against his chest. He can feel you smiling against his skin. Despite your transgression, Rhett reaches up to play with your hair and you let out a contented sigh.

“There’s no house without you in it,” you say after a moment. It catches him a little off guard. Sure, he likes to think he plays a part in your fantasies about the future, but it’s something else to hear that he’s a fixture in them. Something clenches near his heart–– a beautiful ache that comes from a missing piece sliding home.

“Tell me more about it?” he asks, feeling suddenly a little vulnerable. You nose affectionately at his chest and pull him a little closer

“It’s got a lot of light. It’s big, but not too big, like, you can’t get lost in it. We wouldn’t need that kind of space. Mostly it just feels open and bright, you know? Lots of sun. Our bedroom has its own bathroom so I can listen to you sing to yourself in the shower.” Rhett lets out a quiet snort.

“Thought you did that anyway.”

“Yeah but now I can do it lying down. It’s a game changer.”

You’re funny, Rhett thinks. People don’t notice that enough. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Your head bobs a little with his gentle laughter.

“Go on.”

“We have a big ol’ bathtub–– one where we both fit.”

“Sexy.” He can’t help himself. You pinch his side, but he can still feel you smiling..

“We have a big yard. Maybe even big enough to keep horses, if you wanted.”

“What about a dog?”

“Well we’d have to get two, so they can have a friend.”

“Agreed.”

“What about you? What are you adding?” Rhett thinks for a moment.

“Nice deck. Rocking chairs or a porch swing so we can sit out and watch the stars at night.” You let out a happy little sound, and he can tell you’re picturing it. “Lots of blankets out there. You can get nice n’ cozy and I’ll bring us out hot toddies.” Rhett knows he’s not playing exactly by the rules of the game, but he’s starting to get lost in the idea of a future with you–– one that you seem to already be counting on. “The dogs like to sit by our feet. At least one of ‘em’s too big to sit in your lap, but you let ‘em anyway because you’re soft on ‘em.” He smiles. “Guess I probably am, too.”

You’ve always loved Rhett’s voice. It’s sexy as hell, sure, but it’s also unbelievably calming. Paired with his arms wrapped around you, it’s positively lethal. But he’s so wrapped up in the fantasy you two are creating, he doesn’t notice the way your breathing evens out or your grip on his waist starts to slacken.

“Once it gets too cold we head inside and you tell me just to leave the mugs in the sink because you don’t wanna go up to the bedroom by yourself even if it’s just for a few minutes. Our bedroom is big, but it’s cozy. You picked out most of the furniture but you always tell everyone I helped. I built our bed frame, though. You like to brag about that.” He knows he’s right because you still tell everyone you know about the end table he made for your living room last year. When he starts speaking again, he hardly realizes what he’s saying. It just starts to flow out of him.

“I ask you to marry me in that bed. I got a ring and a proposal all planned out but you have to go and look so beautiful one night that my plans go right out the window. I take you out for a walk like I was going to, though, and get down on one knee. You don’t even let me get up, you practically tackle me to the ground saying yes again. Maybe we get married out in the yard or we find some place pretty to go. But I think the ceremony happens outside; that feels right. We make Amy the flower girl even if she’s not a kid anymore. I’m crying the whole damn time and I don’t care who sees. You hold my hand even if we’re not supposed to.” He isn’t sure if that’s a rule–– he thinks maybe it isn’t–– but he knows you’d break it if there was one.

“I know we haven’t talked about kids, but…” Finally Rhett catches himself. “Well, I guess I’m getting a little carried away, there, huh?” For the first time in several minutes, he realizes you haven’t said a word. He nudges his nose against the crown of your head. “Sweetheart?” You shift a little bit, saying nothing. Rhett can’t help but laugh when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He leans back just enough to drag his thumb gently underneath your eye. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, a little louder.

“Mmm?” The sheets rustle as you start to wake, the sounds of a slow inhale as it fills your lungs. “Rhett?”

“Hey, sleepyhead,” and he thinks that maybe he’s never loved you so much as he does now. It’s not the first time he’s felt it–– he falls more in love with you every damn day. But his chest is full of something honey-thick, and warm. Your groggy expression is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. “Think you fell asleep.” You blink some of the sleep from your eyes.

“Oh fuck!” you swear through a yawn. Your eyes seem bigger than ever when you peer up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just you were playing with my hair and your voice is so soothing and––”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “it was kinda cute.”

“No, but I wanna hear what you were saying!”

“You’re tired, honey. Let’s go to sleep and I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“No,” you say, wiggling out of his embrace and sitting up. “I wanna hear everything. No details skipped.” Rhett only smiles up at you, expression growing mischievous, lips sealed tight.

“Here,” you say, oblivious to the fact that he’d do anything you asked. “You can put your head in my lap. I’ll play with your hair. But you have to tell me everything I missed.” He chuckles and tucks his head against your thigh. His eyes flutter shut and a happy sigh leaves him as you begin to card your fingers through his hair. 

“Where’d I lose you?”

“I let the big dogs sit on my lap.” He grins up at you, eyes peeking open.

“Oh good, so you missed the proposal.” You freeze.

“The what?”

“You heard me.” And the smug bastard has the nerve to shut his eyes again, settling back into your lap.

“Rhett Abbott, you open your eyes right now.”

“Hmm… nope.” You tug at his hair but he just lets out a contented groan. He can’t see you glaring at him, and it’s hard to keep it up when your heart is threatening to melt down into nothing and kill you. You think that maybe you’ve never loved Rhett as much as you do in this very moment. 

“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice suddenly small. Rhett opens his eyes, expression serious now.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re not even gonna tell me?” you cry. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss against your tummy.

“I’ll tell you everything else. I promise. But some things ought to be a surprise, don’t you think?” You let out a huff, but it’s all fondness.

“Okay, so I’m a pushover with the dogs, and?”

“You leave the mugs in the sink overnight because you can’t stand to be without me, even for a second.” You give him a look, but you know it’s true.

Luckily, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to.

[crylin]

Crylin!!! I can’t believe I’ve never said this aloud before!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH or all your absolutely precious ZackSeph art!! 😭😭💙💚 ✨ There’s not a single piece of yours that doesn’t instantly make my day an 11/10!! You have the most adorable, soft, and precious style I have ever seen in my life 💖 Keep rocking on!! Keep making that beautiful art of yours!! 😭💖 (and puppy Zack forever!!!! ✨✨✨✨)

Awwwww~~ Pichu~uuu!!! ♡ Thank you very much for such kind and pleasant words!!! ♡.･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. ♡ *squeaks happily and hugs you tightly* and you're so wonderful, my friend, and you write amazing cozy fics about our boys' friendship! ♡ this is SO inspiring!!! and fills the heart with warmth~ uwu ♡(>ᴗ•)

[determunition]

the end of inscryptober approaches! thought i'd do a cozy little scene for the bonus week uwu

huge shoutout to everyone who's been making great pieces for the event thus far! it's been a great time this year ^^

oh yeah, and happy halloween!!

[huoyd]

Give it a Try - A Wakko's Wish Yax Fic

Summary: It had been a year since the Wishing Star incident and Yakko is about to be presented as the future king of Warnerstock to all the surrounding kingdoms. It's a little anxiety inducing to say the least. At least a kind stranger is around to give a bit of a pep talk, right? Ao3 Link: [ link ] Pairings: Max Goof / Yakko Warner Words: 3010 A/N: My gift for @fablivious1 for the 2024 @animaniacssecretsanta ! Hope you all enjoy this little Wakko's Wish yax piece with some mild angst uwu [ commissions ]

It had been a year since the Wishing Star incident. A year since King Salazar had been taken down. A year since Dot had begun her road to recovery. A year since the Warner's had found out that they were the lost princes and princess of Warnerstock.

A kindly servant had gotten them out of the castle by request of their parents just before Salazar had done away with them. The servant took them into a small town and left the three young royals on the doors of an orphanage.

But now they were home, returning both the castle and Warnerstock itself to its former glory. Or, at least, they want to. There were a few things standing in their way, but one of those would be done away with today. One of them would officially be presented as the crown Prince.

Much to Wakko and Dot's annoyance, it would be Yakko.

"Why do you get to have a fancy party and a big celebration? You're not even king yet!"

Yakko smiles and rolls his eyes playfully. "No, Dot, but I will be king, and this is a way to show the people that. Or at least that's what I've been told. Honestly, I don't think the author entirely knows how royal families function, but eh, this is a made up kingdom anyway so who cares, right? It's a party! And you and Wakko will get just as much attention as I will."

Hopefully, or else he'd probably have to hear about it.

It's not like they all hadn't been introduced to the kingdom when they were found; they had been shown off to all of the townspeople and more, but now they were getting other kingdoms involved. Lots of other kingdoms, apparently.

Salazar, in his reign, had cut off trading to all other kingdoms and they were eager to set up relations with Warnerstock like they had once had. Which means that Yakko actually has to put some effort into this. 

He looks to his siblings, his smile just the slightest bit strained now, though they couldn’t tell. “Now, why don’t you two go get ready, and I’ll come get you when I’m done, okay?” He tells them. “You don’t want to be late.” 

Wakko blows a raspberry, and Dot lets out a huff, crossing her arms. 

“Fine. I guess my fur could be a little shinier. But only a little! C’mon, Wakko.” She says, leading him from the room. 

Wakko only takes a moment to look back at his older brother, before the door is shutting behind them and Yakko’s smile is dropping. 

He turns to the mirror and lets out a long breath as he looks in the reflection. 

A crowning ceremony. That’s what the presentation is. A ceremony to introduce him to all the other kingdoms who cared to show up, to tell them that Yakko would be charged with fixing up the mess left to him by his predecessor. 

He won’t lie. The past year or so has been a bit of a dream. They were off the streets, in a warm, cozy castle that they have mostly to themselves and a few other people. They were well fed, even without taxing the shirt and shoes off of their subjects, and most importantly, they were together. 

But now, as Brain has told him, this is where it’ll start getting… harder. 

He won’t be fully in charge; no the council had ruled against it after finding out that he’d only been fourteen and untrained. 

Now at fifteen he will officially be ruled the crown prince of Warnerstock, and his formal training would begin. 

And this is what he has to give them. A scrawny, lanky, teenaged ruler. Not officially until he’s eighteen, but still. He’d be acting king under advisement. He’d essentially be in charge. Making decisions. Making people’s lives worse or better. Hopefully better, but who really knows. Maybe he’ll be a worse ruler than Salazar. 

He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he reopens them, it’s still the same face staring back at him. So close to his fathers, but not quite. 

“Not much of a king, are you?” He asks the reflection, his words quiet and just slightly dejected. 

There’s a knock at his door, and he watches as his reflection jumps in front of him. “We’re here to help you get ready, your highness.” He hears a voice call out.

After another breath, preparing himself for what comes next, he turns. A fake smile graces his face as he calls back, “Why, I thought you’d never come.” 

The faux bravado he had with his dressing maids is long gone by the time Yakko gets to the ceremony. 

So far gone, in fact, that he had left. He’d taken a look at all the people standing in the ballroom, all of them there to watch him, and had bolted out the side door. He’d heard Dot and Wakko shout after him, even heard Brain and his presenter call out, but he hadn’t stopped, and he has yet to go back. 

He’s not sure how long he’s been gone, but it’s at least 15 minutes of panicked breathing and attempts to calm himself before someone comes across him. 

“Hey, um, are you okay?” 

Yakko jumps as he hears the voice, his head shooting up, his eyes wide, only to come across a boy his age, maybe a few years older. 

He’s a handsome dog, dressed nicely, in reds and golds and with a pair of adorably dorky buck teeth. But that’s not the important part. He’s clearly one of the guests for the ceremony, and he’s caught Yakko in the middle of his panic attack. 

He takes in another breath, reaching up to brush the tears away from his face. 

“I um- Y-yeah, I’m fine-” He tells him. “What um- what are you doing back here?” His tone turns just the slightest bit accusatory. He hadn’t thought anyone else would come this way. 

The boy shrugs, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. “Probably about the same thing you’re doing.” He tells him. “There’s a lot of people out there. It can get a bit overwhelming. I just needed a minute of silence, you know?” 

Yakko turns his face away, shrugging. Clearly the dog doesn't know who he is. Which makes sense. No one should really know what the Warner’s look like yet save for their own people. And who knows how far away this boy is from.

“Um, yeah, same, pretty much.” Yakko nods, and before he can stop it, his mouth keeps going. “Like, I get it, this is important, but did there have to be so many people?” All of them expect him to do something great, or fail miraculously, he’s sure. 

“Yeah, I feel you there. And they’re all so old and boring. I thought I’d never find another kid my age.” The boy walks over, sitting next to Yakko. “My dad made me go, said it would be good to get out there and meet people from other kingdoms, but I’d be a lot happier at home practicing sword fighting or something.” He shrugs, and then leans back a bit so he could look down at Yakko better. “I’m Max, by the way.” 

Yakko looks up at Max, pausing for a moment, then looking down at the hand Max had outstretched. It takes him another moment to reach out and shake it. 

“Yakko.” 

“Yakko, that’s a funny name. No offence. Mine is Maximillian, so clearly I have no room to judge.” There’s no recognition on Max’s face as Yakko gives his name, and Yakko supposes that’s a good thing. There’s no need for this relative stranger from god knows what kingdom to know that he’d just found the future king of this kingdom crying and snivelling in a back hallway like a baby. 

He shakes the thought from his head as Max starts speaking again. 

“But also, please forget that I told you my name is Maximillian so that I can pretend to be cool for like, 10 more minutes.” 

Despite the tension in Yakko’s body, and the continued anxiety that clings to his insides, he manages to laugh at that. A hand lifts up to his mouth to hide the sound behind it, almost surprised at it himself. 

It only seems to make Max smile more. 

“Alright, you’re laughing instead of calling me a loser, I’ll take that as a win.” He comments, which only has Yakko’s laughter continuing for another moment. 

“If that’s a win for you I’d hate to see a loss.” Yakko comments, his dry humour coming out just a bit as he speaks to the other teen.

Max laughs back, matching Yakko’s dry tone. “Hah, you don’t know who you’re talking to. If you thought the name Maximilian was bad, pair it with the last name Goof. I’m kind of known for goofing things up. Not as bad as my dad, but the point stands.”

Yakko laughs a little more at the name, a little more lively than the last time. 

“That’s pretty unfortunate. Are you sure your dad actually loves you?” He hopes that doesn’t come across as too low-bar for Max, but Yakko is pretty sure he gets his humor already, and he’s right when Max lets out a laugh. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he loves me. More than pretty sure, actually. He just has some pretty weird naming conventions.” Max lets out another little laugh before leaning back, his eyes moving towards the hall leading back to the party. “Pretty sure he loves me more than anything in the world, actually. Which means it sucks all the more every time I mess up.” 

Yakko’s smile slips off his face as he raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?” He asks, and Max waves him off. 

“Nah, I don’t need to get into it, it’s kind of a bummer.” He tells him, and Yakko shrugs, offering a smaller smile. 

“Try me, I’m a good listener.” 

Max raises an eyebrow at him, offering his own lopsided grin. “Are you, Yak-ko?” He asks, and when Yakko only shrugs his shoulders the other boy lets out a sigh. “Alright, you asked for it. So, you see, despite being, well, a goof, my dad is this crazy respected knight, right? He went from being a castle cleaner, to a knight, and then to the King’s right hand man because he helped save the princess and also was the King’s best friend before he married the princess, so it’s like a big deal. And now I’m training to be a knight, and it’s like, this whole thing of being able to live up to my dad and everything he’s done. And it’s just… a lot of pressure some days.” Max is leaning heavily against the wall, staring ahead as he speaks. Clearly this weighs a lot on him, and Yakko can definitely relate. 

He’d run away from all of his pressure tonight. 

“That sounds like you have a lot weighing on your shoulders.” Yakko replies, looking back over to Max who lets out another sigh. 

“Yeah, it is, but what else can I do besides try? My dad wants me to do it, I want to do it, so I figure I’ll either do it, or I won’t, but I’ll never know if I can if I don’t at least try, you know?” 

Yakko looks towards the hall he’d come from, a small lump forming in his throat at Max’s words. 

“Yeah… You’ll never know if you don’t try…” 

“Exactly. And I have people to help me, people who won’t let me fail on my own, so what am I really worried about?” He tries to make it sound like a joke, but there’s still some underlying worry.

He stands after that, and turns back to offer a hand back to Yakko, the younger boy blushing just the slightest at the offer. “We should probably get back in there, right? I know my dad is gonna start wondering where I got off to.” 

Yakko looks at the hand, then slowly reaches up to grab it, letting Max pull him to his feet. 

“Yeah, I should probably get back too.” He nods, looking in the opposite direction of the party. “I have to go this way, but I’ll see you in there?” 

Max raises another eyebrow, looking down the hallway Yakko gestures to before looking back and nodding. “Yeah, okay, see you in there.” Max offers one more smile before he makes his way back to the ballroom. 

Yakko waits until he’s rounded a corner before turning and heading back to where his family are still waiting for him. 

As he enters the room both Wakko and Dot perk up, worried smiles on his faces. 

“Yakko!” Dot calls while Wakko nervously steps forward. 

“Are y’feelin’ any better?” He asks, and Yakko smiles at them. 

“Yeah, sibs. I’m feeling better.” Then his eyes turn towards Brain. “I’m ready now.” 

The presentation goes down without a hitch. Yakko is brought out to the front of the ballroom, all eyes on him, and he manages to not pass out, or throw up, or anything. In fact, he smiles. 

And that smile only grows a little sheepish as he sees the confused look on Max’s face as the crown is placed on Yakko’s head. 

“We present to you, oh people of this region, his highness, William Warner the Second, crowned prince and future king of Warnerstock.”

The people in the ballroom clap, and before long Yakko is whisked away to be personally introduced to everyone who had come. 

It’s well over a half hour later that Max is once again in front of him. 

“Your highness, this is Sir Maximillian of the Mouse kingdom.” His presenter introduces, not realizing that they’ve already met. 

Max plays his part despite the continued confusion on his face, bowing towards Yakko much to the other’s embarrassment. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.” He speaks the words formally, and once he’s standing upright again, Yakko waves off his presenter. 

As soon as they’re alone, Yakko smiles. 

“Sorry about that, probably a bit of a surprise, huh?” He asks, and Max thankfully drops the formalities and smiles. 

“Yeah, no kidding. I had no clue I was speaking to the future king. A little warning next time?” There’s humour in his words as he says them and Yakko can’t help but to laugh. 

“What was I supposed to say, Yeah, I’m the future king sitting all alone in a dark hallway, tell me about your dad.” 

That has Max’s smile dropping, his hand running down his head. “Oh my dad. God, I must have sounded like such an idiot going on about all that pressure back there. You’re probably like, the king of pressure. Literally.” 

Yakko laughs a bit more at that, drawing some attention from the other attendees, but he tries not to think about it. “No, it’s fine. Really. It actually helped a lot. I was feeling pretty nervous about the whole thing. Or a lot nervous, actually. So I wanted to thank you.” 

Max looks surprised at that, but nods his head after a moment. “Oh um, yeah, totally. Glad I could help with my teenage angst.” He jokes towards the end, and Yakko laughs again. 

Yakko is about to speak, when his presenter returns, his smile strained. “Your highness, I don’t mean to rush you, but we do have a good lot more people to get through tonight. We wouldn’t want to insult anyone by not getting to them, right?” 

Yakko’s ears drop a bit at the reminder, before he looks back at Max, a small smile on his face. 

“Well, that’s my cue. I’ll see you around though, right?” He asks and Max nods, if not a bit eagerly. 

“Yeah, absolutely, I’ll be here all night.” He tells him, and Yakko’s smile widens. 

“Alright, I’ll see you around then.” 

Yakko is brought away soon after, introduced to person after person throughout the entire night. It was more or less fine, some people more stuffy than others, but over all nothing egregious happened until Wakko knocked Dot into the chocolate fountain. Then all hell had broken loose, but Yakko, at the very least, had managed to catch sight of Max laughing at his sibling’s antics. 

Later that night, after the party got back on track and then slowly came to an end, Yakko finds himself laying with his two siblings in bed. Dot, now freshly clean and given up on her vow of revenge to Wakko, lays down on one side, Wakko on the other. 

“So, you’re officially one day goin’ to be king, huh Yakko? Feel any different?” He asks as he gets comfortable, and Yakko shrugs. 

“Nah, not really. Honestly, I was hoping I’d get taller, or maybe bulk up when the crown was placed on my head. Guess not, though.” 

“Definitely not.” Dot comments, poking Yakko in the arm and causing her older brothers both to laugh. 

“Alright, alright, I get it. Besides, I won’t be king for another two years, I have time to bulk up.” Yakko tells her, pushing her arm away before wrapping his own around her shoulders and pulling her in close. 

She settles quickly enough, Wakko snuggling in on his other side. 

Dot hums for a moment, before speaking again. “What’s the first thing you’re going to do? Once you’re king, I mean.” She asks, and Yakko thinks about it for a moment. 

What is he going to do? His first decree as king… 

“Well, besides, of course making it illegal for anyone to be taller than me...” Dot rolls her eyes while Wakko only snorts, and then Yakko’s smile becomes a bit more genuine as he looks up at the ceiling. 

“I think I might try to get closer to the Mouse kingdom.” 

“The Mouse kingdom?” Dot asks with surprise, and Yakko nods. 

“Yeah, I have… a good feeling about them.”

[eternitas]

Hi Lou!! Tbh, I'd love to ask you...all of the selfship questions, but I'll be nice and say 1-4 uwu for Gokudera! [Unless you're cool with answering them all 👀✨️]

Just for fun selfship ask meme

Thank you so so much for sending this in! ... 3... months ago orz I am so so sorry for answering so late, I hope waiting for my answer was worth it QwQ

1. does your f/o have any special nicknames for you? what are they? do you have a favorite?

Gokudera isn't exactly super openly affectionate or romantic. He is pragmatic and when he is romantic it is a rare, but genuine moment just between them. While he doesn't have a special nickname, he does sometimes call Rena "tesoro" (itl. treasure) and has refered to her as a sun or glowing star, though never to her face.

2. do you and your f/o share any hobbies? what are they? do you see one another as rivals, collaborators, something else?

Rena and Hayato are competitive spirits and often get into little competitions with each other that usually hold either no stakes but their pride, or chores and small gifts. It's never harsh enough that Dera becomes seriously upset over a loss (he actually really appreciates that she can give him a run for his money), but it's also never completely trivial. These competitions can range from who gets to a place first, to directly facing off in a video or card game (especially with poker and other games where you have to keep your reactions in check Rena usually has the upper hand due to her knowledge in acting and directing, being able to pick up on the subtlest of changes in Gokuderas demeanor, who still has a hard time keeping his emotions in check).

Interestingly enough when it comes to hobbies they diverge a bit. Rena loves to be creative, her work at the theater is incredibly fullfilling to her, so she spends a lot of time going to see different plays and reads new pieces. Hayato is also very creative, but his creativity leans more towards the engineering and constructing. In that they are supportive with and towards each other, but don't necesarily always partake in the others interest. However they both are interested in the supernatural, with Rena being a scaredy cat that is mostly into mythology and the occult while Hayato is more interested in cryptids and extraterestrials. Hayato likes going ghost hunting or cryptid hunting and once in a while he can persuade Rena to tag along though not without promising up and down that he won't scare her on purpose and that he'll protect her if anything does happen.

One hobby they do participate in together is movie nights. They switch up who picks the movie and each one of them has a chance to veto a pick. They both enjoy watching all kinds of movies and talk about them, dissecting story, special and practical effects, character writing and acting, directing- they can both contribute their own knowledge to these talks which are even more enjoyable to them than the movies themselves.

Small picrew I edited depicting them watching a scary movie.

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3. do you have any songs that remind you of your f/o? a playlist? what do they think of it, if you’ve shared it with them?

Okay so I USED to have a playlist but I deleted it orz, tho there are two songs I def remember associating with this ship which is

Cinderblock Garden by All Time Low and Perfect by Topic and Ally Brooke

4. where are your favorite places to go with your f/o? what’s your favorite part of that place, or the time you spend together there?

When it comes to favourite places to be at then there come only 3 to mind. First is Renas apartment. It's a small 2 room flat with an open kitchen, a big livingroom with a narrow balcony and a small bedroom. It's cozy but not claustrophobic and Hayato stays over a few times. After a very eventful day it's nice to flop onto the sofa and watch a movie together.

Then there is one of Renas favourite cafes. It's in a sidestreet of the city, rather small and has a bit of a maritime country-chic flair with exceptionally good coffee and cake. They don't usually house big groups or many people so it never feels cramped and or overwhealming when it comes to the surounding noise.

Last but definitely not least is the westpark. It's close to the Residence where the Neo Vongola stay in italy and is often place of performances by Renas theater group Mosaico. It's a nice small park with one half of the park being mostly greenspace for people to chill on and the other being a bit more groomed, layed out and romantic with benches and grenery tunnels.

(Thinking specifically about the passages I personally know, here, here, and here, plus a well kept flower garden park as depicted here)

In general: anywhere where it's not too full and too loud is a nice place for them to hang out.

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through the hourglass 318. brb x oc

a/n: uwu pls work(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

It’s been a while since she visited Marcus, actually a few months. She knew he was busy with his new collection -’ a fashion designer never sleeps,darling’ - and she was busy with…life. But now she feels a bit better, a few days have passed since she slept at her parents and had the conversation with Rooster.

So she felt better.

One sunny afternoon, with the kids in tow, she decided to pay a visit to Marcus's studio. As she approached the trendy building that housed Marcus's atelier, the bustling energy of the city surrounded her, a stark contrast to the stormy night that seemed like ages ago.

Entering the studio, the air was alive with the hum of creativity and Eurythmics blasting - quietly- all over the area. Bolts of fabric in vibrant hues adorned the walls, sketches and designs scattered across worktables, and the rhythmic clatter of sewing machines echoed through the space. Marcus, surrounded by his team of talented artisans, looked up from his work with a bright smile.

"Bea, darling! You're a sight for sore eyes," Marcus exclaimed, abandoning his current project to embrace her. The kids, wide-eyed at the vibrant surroundings, took in the colorful array of fabrics and the artistic chaos of the studio.

Beatrice laughed, the sound echoing through the atelier. "Marcus, it's been too long! How's the new collection coming along?"

Marcus beamed with pride, gesturing towards the array of designs. "Oh, darling, you're in for a treat. This collection is my masterpiece, a symphony of colors and textures. You have to see it."

“I hope you don’t mind I brought the kids…”

Marcus waved off Beatrice's concern with a flourish. "Mind? Darling, I adore having the little ones around. They're like tiny muses inspiring my creative genius. Come, come, let me show you around."

With that, Marcus led Beatrice and her kids through the studio.. The kids, wide-eyed and fascinated, watched as designers sketched, seamstresses meticulously sewed, and the entire space buzzed with energy, “Now this,” he gestures to a long dress on a mannequin, “Will be the main focus of the collection.”

"Marcus, this is incredible," Beatrice exclaimed, genuinely impressed. "Did you stone it by yourself?”

Marcus chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, darling, you know me too well. Yes, I stoned it myself. Late nights, endless cups of coffee, and a sprinkle of creative madness. It's my labor of love."

Beatrice admired the intricate details of the dress, the stones catching the light . "It's stunning, Marcus.Like always."

“Oh you’ll make me blush, come come, I have a few pieces for your tiny trio.” cue Nicole babbling excitedly while Bea pushed the double stroller, “Also,darling, you can keep them in the baby room I made just for you.”

“Oh,I know,Marcus.”

Beatrice followed Marcus to a cozy corner of the studio, a room filled with whimsical patterns and soft fabrics. The baby room, as Marcus had affectionately called it, was a haven of pastel colors and plush toys. Nicole's eyes widened in delight as she spotted a collection of stuffed animals, letting go of her mother’s hand to dive right into the pile while Gavin and Aurora curiously explored the room with their eyes.

"Marcus, this is incredible. You didn't have to go through all this trouble," Beatrice said, touched by her friend's thoughtful gesture.

"Nonsense, darling! It's my pleasure. Every time you visit, I want you and the little ones to feel at home. Now, let's get those treasures of yours situated, and we can catch up properly."

As Marcus helped arrange the kids in the cozy space he had created for them, Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at the genuine warmth and care he poured into every detail. Amazing that this friendship happened because of…well,fate.

Once the kids were settled, Marcus ushered Beatrice into a more private area of the studio, away from the creative whirlwind. They settled into a plush sofa, surrounded by swatches of fabric and sketches "So, darling, spill the tea. What brings you to my humble abode today?" Marcus asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Beatrice took a deep breath, chuckling softly, “Boy…where to begin.” she whispers “It’s been a lot.”

Marcus listened intently as Beatrice began to share the events that had unfolded in her life recently.Marcus's expressive face mirrored a range of emotions – concern, surprise, and a touch of intrigue.

Okay maybe a lot of intrigue.

"My dear Bea," Marcus finally said, his voice filled with softness, "you're facing quite the tempest. Tell me, how can I be of help in this storm of yours?"

Beatrice leaned back against the plush sofa, appreciating the genuine concern in Marcus's eyes. "Marcus, I appreciate it but…I’m fine,I’m better than before,honestly.”

Marcus reached out, squeezing Beatrice's hand reassuringly. "Darling, you are sure?”

“I am.”

Marcus nodded thoughtfully. "Well,I’ll have you know that I am very good reading people,it’s part of my job to know how they feel,after all."

 "Yes, you do have that talent, Marcus. It's one of the many things I admire about you."

"Oh, darling, you flatter me. But seriously, I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

The levity in Marcus's words lightened the mood, and Beatric’s smile widened. "Thank you, Marcus. "

"Now, my dear, enough about storms and tempests. Let's talk about something that brings joy to your heart. Dressing you up!”

"Dressing me up? Well, but, the kids—."

Marcus chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, my darling, I have a surprise for the little trio as well. But first, let's focus on you. I've been working on something special, just for you."

“Again? Marcus–”

With that, Marcus disappeared into the depths of his studio, leaving Beatrice curious and slightly bewildered. She couldn't help but wonder what fashionable creation he had in store. Moments later, Marcus returned, holding a garment bag "Ta-da!" Marcus exclaimed, presenting the bag with a flourish. "This, my dear, is a gift from me,to you. Open it, and let me know what you think."

Beatrice took the bag,curiosity coursing through her. As she unzipped it, she revealed a stunning ensemble – a tailored jacket with intricate embroidery that depicted a field of lavender.

Oh she was about to cry.

Beatrice's breath caught as she delicately ran her fingers over the embroidered lavender. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and the vibrant colors seemed to come alive under the studio lights. She couldn't help but be moved by the thoughtful gift from Marcus.

"Marcus, this is... breathtaking," she murmured, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I don't even have words. How did you...?"

"Darling, a magician never reveals his secrets," Marcus teased with a twinkle in his eye. "But seriously, I wanted to create something that reflects your beauty. Lavender, in the language of flowers, symbolizes calmness and grace. You embody both, my dear Bea."

Beatrice was touched, a mixture of gratitude and awe filling her heart. She stood, slipping into the jacket, and it fit her like a second skin. The intricate details seemed to tell a story of resilience and beauty, much like the woman wearing it.

"Oh, Marcus, it's perfect," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I'm delighted you love it, darling. Now, let's not keep the kids waiting. I have surprises for them as well," Marcus declared, leading Beatrice back to the baby room.

The kids, still engrossed in the plush haven Marcus had created for them, looked up with wide eyes as Beatrice entered, adorned in the stunning lavender jacket. Nicole, squealed in delight, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Mama pretty!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"Now, for my tiny muses," Marcus announced, producing three miniature versions of the lavender-themed ensemble. Beatrice gasped, her heart swelling at the adorable sight. Marcus handed the tiny garments to the kids, who couldn't contain their excitement.

"Oh, Marcus, you've outdone yourself," Beatrice marveled, watching as her children eagerly tried on their matching outfits. Well,Nicole did,Gavin and Aurora were fast asleep.

She approached him, a tender smile on her lips. "Marcus, I can't thank you enough for this. The jacket, the matching outfits for the kids—it's beyond anything I could have imagined."

"Darling Bea, seeing you and the little ones happy is all the thanks I need," Marcus replied, sincerity lacing his words. "Besides you and I know that Bradley will love to see you wearing that."

She smiles more,rubbing her wedding ring, “..yeah.” she hopes he was okay.

-

Trying to find information about Mark was complicated.

But not hard.

Rooster had the basics, the bottom of a cup with the information he gathered but…it was enough to get Cyclone’s attention.

Now he had to figure out how to proceed.

Rooster sat in his office, the dim glow of the desk lamp cast shadows on the walls as he studied the limited information he had on Mark.

With a sigh, Rooster glanced at the clock. The early morning hours had a stillness to them, a quietness that neared unnerving. He decided to take a short break and stepped out onto the hallway. The fresh air hit him, a mix of ocean breeze and the lingering scent of rain.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he retrieved it to find a message from Beatrice.

Bea (13:30)

Hey, Rooster. Look what Marcus gave me! Isn’t it pretty?

Rooster couldn't help but smile at Beatrice's message. It was a welcome distraction from the weight of the ongoing investigation. He clicked on the attached image and found the picture was of herself wearing a…lavender blazer?

And he assumed the colorful blur behind her was Nicole,obviously.

Roos (13:35)

Stylish as always, Gorgeous. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door. McAllister appeared, stood in the doorway with a folder in hand. "Sir, got some updates on those modifications you were looking into," he said, his tone serious.

Rooster gestured for him to enter. "What did you find?"

McAllister began explaining, "The modifications on Mark's jet were more extensive than initially thought, sir. It goes beyond just upgrading communication systems. The entire avionics suite has been overhauled, with a focus on enhancing data processing speed and connectivity."

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would Mark need such extensive modifications?“

McAllister continued, "That's not all, sir. The modifications include an experimental software patch that seems to integrate advanced tracking algorithms. It's designed to improve navigation precision and, well, tracking capabilities. I've never seen anything like it, and it's not standard Navy issue."

Rooster's mind raced as he absorbed the implications. "Tracking capabilities? That goes beyond standard avionics upgrades. What's the purpose of this? And who authorized it?"

McAllister hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There's no official authorization on record, sir. It's all off the books. The technicians involved were instructed to keep it quiet. I managed to find one who was willing to talk anonymously. According to him, Mark was adamant about avoiding any trace of these modifications."

Rooster rubbed his temples, the weight of the situation pressing on him. "This is highly irregular, McAllister. We need to find out why Mark was implementing such significant changes without proper authorization. And what's the purpose of this advanced tracking system?"

"I agree, sir. The technician mentioned something else. He overheard Mark talking about 'keeping an eye on potential threats' during missions. It's vague, but it sounds like Mark had a specific target or concern in mind."

Rooster's mind churned with possibilities. The mention of potential threats and advanced tracking suggested a level of paranoia or a hidden agenda. "We need to dig deeper. Find out if Mark was acting alone."

McAllister nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the situation. "I'll continue the investigation, sir. See if there are any connections to external entities or if this is an isolated incident within the squadron."

As McAllister left the office, Rooster returned to studying the gathered information. The puzzle pieces were slowly coming together, revealing a picture of Mark's secretive actions and the potential ramifications for the squadron.

His phone buzzed again, and he remembered he was talking to Bea moments ago.

Rooster checked his phone to find another message from Beatrice.

Bea (14:00)

Rooster, the blazer is lavender,and has tiny lavenders on it!! Nicole insisted on showing you her fit too,so.

Rooster chuckled at the picture of Nicole barely trying how to pose and just smiling up at him appreciating the momentary escape from the intensity of his current investigation.

Roos (14:05)

Noted, Gorgeous. Lavender it is. Nicole looks great.

“Sir?”

Rooster looks up when he sees McAllister again, “Yes?”

“Vice-Admiral Simpson wants to talk,” he says, “At once.”

Rooster nodded,exhaling through his nose. "I'll be there in a moment."

As McAllister left to inform Vice-Admiral Simpson of Rooster's imminent arrival, Rooster took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the conversation that awaited him. He glanced at the clock, then to the horizon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the naval base.

Before leaving his office, Rooster shot a quick message to Beatrice.

Roos (14:15)

Gorgeous, got called to a meeting with Cyclone. Seems urgent. Will update you ASAP. Take care, and give my love to the little ones.

With a heavy heart, Rooster left his office and made his way to Vice-Admiral Simpson's office. The corridors were filled with the usual hum of activity, but Rooster's thoughts were focused on the impending conversation. He couldn't shake the feeling that the storm within the squadron was reaching a critical juncture.

Upon reaching Cyclone’s office, Rooster knocked and entered. The vice-admiral, looked up from his desk. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, have a seat."

Rooster sat down, the tension in the room palpable. "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Vice-Admiral Simpson leaned forward, his expression grave. "I've been briefed on your investigation into Lieutenant Mark’s unauthorized modifications. This is a serious matter, Bradshaw."

"Yes, sir. I'm working to gather all the relevant information and determine the extent of the modifications and their implications for the squadron," Rooster replied, maintaining a respectful tone.

"This situation has the potential to cast a shadow over the entire squadron. We can't afford any breaches in security or trust. Again."

"I understand the gravity of the situation, sir. I'm committed to resolving this matter thoroughly and ensuring the integrity of the squadron," Rooster affirmed.

Vice-Admiral Simpson's eyes bore into Rooster. "You have a clean record, Bradshaw, and I've seen your dedication to the Navy. But this investigation requires a swift resolution. We can't let it linger, and we can't afford any missteps. "

Rooster nodded, his jaw clenched. The weight of the responsibility pressed on him. "I'm aware, sir. I'll do everything in my power to bring this investigation to a swift and accurate conclusion."

Cyclone leaned back, his stern expression softening slightly. "I trust that you will, Lieutenant. The Navy needs officers who can handle challenges with efficiency and discretion. But…may I make a suggestion?"

“Sir?”

"I think,by now…you can toss a few crumbs for Mark to catch.”

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Vice-Admiral Simpson's suggestion. "Crumbs, sir?"

"Bradshaw, sometimes, in situations like these, it's strategic to let the suspect believe they have control. Give them just enough to make a move. We need to see if Mark takes the bait."

Rooster considered the vice-admiral's words. It was a delicate balance between maintaining control of the investigation and allowing the suspect to reveal their hand. "You mean...feed Mark some information, sir?"

"Exactly. Controlled information. Something that won't compromise the integrity of the investigation but might lead us to more answers," Cyclone clarified.

Rooster nodded, understanding the strategic approach. "..ohhhh."

"Use your judgment, Bradshaw. We need a resolution sooner rather than later." he smirks, “Enjoy it,Lt.”

[activatingaggro]

what’s your typical process for these huge art pieces? your posing is so nice and weighty and casual w such lovely interaction and I struggle to imagine how to even begin putting that together. ur ball pieces this year are epic

Aw! That's very sweet of you, and I appreciate that they look nice to people outside of my niche, haha. :] I stopped posting fantroll art for a bit, because it seemed a touch silly to post them on tumblr when.. I haven't even updated profiles here in literally years! But I'm glad that it still has some appeal even without larger context, lol.

My process is pretty straightforward! Part of it is just - take pictures, get references, get up and do the shit that you're about to draw! I would share pictures for examples here, but they're all vastly unflattering and I'm pretty sure I would be rightfully slaughtered by my helpful volunteers if I did that. But basically, I take pictures for everything if I can't find a good reference, and I'll frequently set up my phone to record myself when I'm doing an action pose!

This is because a lot of the weightiness of a picture, for me, is just.. how a person adjusts their weight and holds their body while in motion! The art I make where I'm referencing myself is generally pretty obvious, for example, because I use a cane, and keep 90% of my weight on my right leg. But different heights, different weight, different fat and muscle distribution also all play a big part in how people hold themselves, and videos and photos are fantastic for actually seeing that. When it's something too complex to do myself, or to get some unfortunate volunteer to do it for me, I like looking at Youtube videos on slow motion.

So, for example: Riccin fights with a meteor hammer. There's a decent amount of footage of people using meteor hammers on Youtube!

So, I put this on slow motion! 0.25 speed, find a shot that I like at 1:00. With something like this, there's not much point to trying to act it out IRL and film it to get new angles - we have a much easier, and more viable route, in just using fucking 3D posers. There's a lot of them out there today! A lot of people like using the one built into Clip Studio, but I just found a random one on google that's free called PoseMy.Art to demonstrate the basic idea.

The goal for this is not to make an exact replica (because I am lazy and am not entirely sure how this poser works, lol). The goal is mostly to let you explore angles, and to get a better idea of what looks dynamic or interesting enough to work with! Because the main lure of these, for me, is to look at different angles, and then use those angles as a basis to make the pose more interesting. (Neon reds on the first are where I shrank/adjusted/moved the model to create a very lazy foreshortening!)

But what about for more casual or chill poses?

The answer is mostly the same, except with added social shit in, in that - first off, I make my friends help me find poses. I have a channel in one of my discord servers that's just there for reference, and I'll ask, say, @rebatrolls if she can find me a good pose for so-and-so picture. "I want something cozy!" She will then go off into the mines of pinterest like my faithful canary ready to be strangled by cave gas or something, and emerge with pictures. Sometimes these are great pictures! Each individual entity in our godsforsaken world has their own individual preferences, which shows in the sort of pictures that they pick.

Sometimes it's helpful! sometimes it is not. An example: I asked for obnoxious cheesecake photos for Liable! Reba brought out boudoir photos. Cal brought out NSFW anime figurines. There are two weebs inside of all of us, and one of those weebs is marginally less terrible than the other. uwu

But references, finding pictures you like, and then recreating them and changing up the angle helps a lot! Because there's a lot of gorgeous, very casual, very affectionate photoshoots out there:

And my last bit is just. Looking at all of these photoshoots and candids, and looking at my own personal preferences, as well as my friends'! I am a nosy fuck and I like to ask people, like: what gestures stand out to you? what things feel the most affectionate to you? when you're close to someone, what is your body language? when you want to be an asshole, what do you do?

That gives me an easy little mental library to build off of to add in intimacy when I'm making poses. I am a grade A lemur when it comes to being physically affectionate, so I rely on that a lot in my poses - people have looped arms, people just casually finding a way to make physical contact through an arm or a foot or leaning, there's a lot of people sprawling out on top of their friends / otherwise being in close contact, because I know how that looks, basically. All the little squidgy details, like "how do people curl their fingers when they're holding hands and their arms are looped together" are already in my brain from years of experience, haha.

And the good part of plumbing my friends' brains for their own references is - some people are very fond of, like, people resting their chins on their heads, and they can say exactly how arms usually rest in that pose. Someone might have grown up with bumping noses with people as a kiss, or kissing everyone's cheeks. Some people might say: oh, I've always had taller people walk between the sidewalk and I, or else they've always sat with their shoulders parallel to their friends knees from years of braiding hair, or or or --

It makes it useful to pull off the little affectionate details! I used to struggle more with just.. casual, fond poses between characters, until I realised: oh, wait, just draw it from life. Because even if you don't have friends that are comfortable sharing that sort of info, or else you don't personally pay attention to it much in your own life - because some people don't, and that's fine! - I've also just occasionally sat down at some busy locale, brought a notebook, and wrote down the gestures, and movements, and little actions of the couples, or families, or friends that wander by. It's all about building up a library, essentially, and once you have, you'll find you'll just start plugging it into pictures automatically.

[whimsipunk]

2, 6, 18, 28, 29 uwu

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

I've been hyperfixating on detective fiction lately! I combed over my entire bookshelf and only found 3 books that would fit the bill (and one of them's technically a crime thriller and not even detective fic proper), so I'm planning on trying out a few Poirot novels in the near future. I used to love mystery stories as a kid but kind fell off the wagon with them as a teenager. Coming back ot them now so long after is really cozy and nostalgic. :3

I also finally saw Knives Out and Glass Onion because of this hyperfixation and I LOVED them, especially Knives Out. Benoit Blanc is my dad now.

6. Describe your dream home.

Something spacious but not like a full blown masion, with a back yard big enough to host parties and a pond with a waterfall. The walls are made of brick or stone and it's got a little tower on one side and a big wooden door with iron hinges. The garden would be full of black flowers and there'd be a trellis swing.

I'd have a room that's a dedicated library, full of dark wood and big cushy seating and warm lights with a dimmer. The door to it would be one of those hidden bookshelf doors. I'd also have a room that's just my art and crafting studio, with big worktops and lots of storage and wide airy windows for lots of natural light. Also a spare bed so if I wear myself out working on a project I can lie down right then and there.

There would also be a fully kitted out kitchen and big dining area for more gatherings, including hosting TTRPG nights for all of my friends. A plush living room, at least one guest room and a bathroom in pastel colors with a big ass bathtub for my goth bathbombs are also in there somewhere.

18. What tattoos do you want?

OOOOOOO YESSSSSS let's see. I want a tattoo of a mandrake plant, probably in the style of those goofy, scrunkly medieval marginalia illustrations.

I definitely need to get a tattoo of a faerie at some point, though I'm not sure exactly what I want that to look like yet.

And I'd really like to get something on my other inner forearm from the Murray twins in Salem, most likely a creepy ass scarecrow or other folk horror inspired piece. That would require me to actually visit Salem though XD

I also have an idea for a sternum piece based on some art from a mausoleum in my local cemetery, which depicts two snakes coiling around an upside down torch with a star above them. That'd be a post top surgery thing, though.

As would my final idea, which I am definitely going to get done, which is a quote from the poem Vultures by Jarod K. Anderson. It'll say "Your old name is not your king/ I rename you 'everything'" right under my top surgery scars.

28. Who's the funniest person you know?

(sweats) idk what you mean all my friends are hilarious....

29.What's the most overrated movie?

OUGH that's a really broad question so I'm gonna take the cowardly way out and give you a broad answer. I think movies being "good" or not is kind of an overrated concept in general. You could make an absolute dogshit movie on a cheap-ass phone camera with horrible acting and an incoherent plot but at the end of the day if someone had fun watching it, even for the "wrong" reasons, then that's all that matters. And maybe I'm biased because I love campy schlok but, really, the important thing to me is not so much that something was "good" but that it was entertaining. If it also happens to be well put together and/or thought provoking that's a bonus.

Thanks for asking my deer friend <3

[kinagossip]

miyoung dated toast the breakup was rough and she took some time off from streaming she recently got closer to janet (toast’s other ex) before miyoung (janet is dating steve suptic)

miyoung struggle with her gender identity she talked about it on her discord and on stream she’s always had long her and her mom always wanted her to keep it like that so when she cut it short she was really happy

one of miyoung’s discord messages

Couldn’t say this during stream cuz I’m shy uwu but Ahhhhh seriously thank you to my entire community and many others for all the support and love today 🥹❤️ I know it may seem like it’s just a haircut to some people, but it means a lot more than that for me. It’s really freeing and it feels like something inside of me finally feels comfy and cozy. I know some people might find it odd for a while but I appreciate you all that accept me for me ��� seriously you guys are truly always happy as long as I’m happy and that’s honestly a foreign feeling to me.

Although I identify as a girl I think I’ve always liked being perceived more on the masculine side, even in games I always had a name where it was very gender neutral in the sense you couldn’t assume my gender (ex : Katana)

(Side note I definitely did have girly igns for maplestory/neopets as a child because I felt like that’s what society wanted)

Whenever I wear a skirt or a dress I’ve always felt like I was trying to “cosplay” as a “girl” which is why I’m always super quick to change out of those kinds of clothes if I can!! Not saying I don’t like wearing it, but it never felt normal or right for me.. 🥲 I don’t know if I’ll keep short hair but I’m so glad I finally did it, and I’m so glad you guys gave me the courage to do so! I FEEL ALIVE! THANK YOU!!!

IF I CAN DO IT YOU CAN TOO! ❤️ <:SmileDoge:1023601088038965269>

thank you!! i honestly don't know this crew that well so it's interesting learning more about their backstory and piecing stuff together

on another note, can someone go in details about tina and her ex? when did they breakup? i want to know where kina were at in their friendship when it happened

[gaitwae]

How about Loki x reader have been dating for a while and Loki heard about that midgardian thing "moving in together" and tries to ask the reader but the boi is too shy uwu

Warnings/Notes: I left the ending open for personal preference. There is alcohol. Y/N is not physically present.

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"How do I say it?" Loki asked Stark, having sat at the bar counter for nearly twenty minutes before realizing he hadn't yet explained what he had intended to ask Y/N. Anthony stared with a dry expression and puckered lips.

"Say what, exactly? I'm pretty sure you've told Y/N that you love them," he answered rather sarcastically. Loki resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Well, he hoped he did. He might have rolled them without noticing. "Why are you sitting and playing with your olive? Just drink your alcohol."

"I want to ask Y/N to move in with me. Like other mortals do," Loki said, sitting up and still playing with the olive in his Dirty Martini. His heart started beating faster. "I don't want them to think I'm noncommittal to this relationship. I care for them greatly."

"Um, buddy, I don't think that's something you do on a whim," Stark said slowly. "You have to kind of bring it up, and then plan it out. Everyone does that differently. Some people only want to move in together after they get married. Some only move in once they're engaged. Some move in right away. Some don't ever move in together. Sometimes, people move in together instead of marriage. You have to know what your partner wants."

Loki's expression fell. "So it is just as serious on Asgard," he lamented. He rested his pounding head on his elbow, groaning into the glass table. "It's complicated and full of unspoken rules."

"Unspoken rules are nothing. Just wait until you and Y/N actually start talking about marriage!" Stark laughed. He shook another drink together. "Pepper and I didn't really talk about moving in together, you know. She was in my house almost all the time, even before we were together, so it made more sense for us to just live together. I didn't mind; I'm going to marry her someday." Stark stopped for a moment. "Or I won't marry at all. The question is, how do I ask her? I still haven't asked her."

"You said that living together could be a substitute for marriage," Loki pointed out suddenly. His spirits seemed to be falling lower and lower... and he didn't have enough spirits on hand, either. Stupid Midgardian alcohol. He downed his glass.

"Yeah, it can be. Marriage means different things to different individuals. Most of us agree that marriage is supposed to be a lifelong partnership," Stark kept explaining, giving him more of his Dry Martini. "Marriage, for the most part, can be a bunch of different things: an understanding in a relationship, an official label, a ceremony, a piece of paper, a lie... What's marriage to you, exactly?"

"I've never been married. I've never felt this way," Loki answered, burying his face in his hands and running his fingers through his hair. "Suddenly this is beginning to look more like a maze and less like a calling from the Norns."

Tony jutted his hip out, resting his hand on it and setting his elbow and forearm on the glass bar. "How long have you and Y/N been together, anyway? That could explain why you're so nervous about all of this. You might not even need to move in together. A house is just a house, Loki; home doesn't need to be one place."

"About six weeks," Loki murmured. "Is it too early?"

Stark thought for a moment. "I'd say so. Let the conversation come up naturally, and let Y/N make the first move so you know when they're ready."

Loki felt a little bit better. "Alright. But they don't doubt that I want to have a serious relationship, yes?"

"Not if Y/N's dating you," Stark smirked.

[abbiedreamer]

🎶Music at Sunset🌄 When you’re idling at the hot spring in the Village of Dreams and a player appears and starts playing a fancy Happy Birthday on their funky piano 👀✨ If you couldn’t tell, I really like these brushes and the softer vibe it gives~ uwu really fits the cozy feels I wanted for this piece~ “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” ‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

(Check out the speedpaint for this piece here~)

[secretshinigami]

Naomi and Halle's Ambitious Anniversary

All gifts should now be posted. If you don’t see your gift, please contact a moderator right away. Thank you all for your wonderful creations and we look forward to seeing you in future rounds!

Below the cut is the compiled list of everyone’s prompts from this round of our exchange. They are organized by their submitter, so feel free to ctrl+f to find character-specific prompts. Please feel free to use them for inspiration, whether you participated in this exchange or not!

Anonymous

fanart of the wammy's kids inspired by the lyrics to curses by the crane wives

near and mello fanart inspired by the lyrics to no children by the mountain goats

L with stubble!!

A peace that highlights the parallels between Halle and Naomi, their similar motivations and opposite fates

Naomi, Raye, and Hideaki Suruga hanging out back in college

Shinigami Naomi 

AU ware Naomi was a Wammy's kid and first met L and Beyond through there

What if Gelus died for Naomi instead of Misa? (Either when she was about to die in canon, much earlier, around the same time Misa needed saving, or at any other point that sounds interesting!)

Naomi's journey from deciding to leave Japan after high school to retiring from the FBI

Light, Misa, and L all on some sort of date

Misa and Kiyomi in cozy attire also on a date or just spending time together

Misa giving a human Rem and makeover, picking out clothes, painting her nails etc

Mello in a fantasy au setting with a sword

Misa being motherly towards the younger wammys kids (Matt, Near, Mello, Linda )

Misa in a vigilante au where her superpower is regeneration like Deadpool

Matt and Mello on a motorcycle

fandom-fae

misa amane portrayed as a powerful goddess/godlike deity

linda painting a portrait of misa amane

mello and near on a fluffy date in a café with like a pastel cutesy color palette/aesthetic

fem lawlight hanging out with misa in an environment that has like fun/colorful lighting

an au where light dies at the end, but instead of actually dying he wakes up again afterwards in an alternate universe where he’s a wammy’s kid before the kira case started. how does the story go from there? does he still get the death note? does the kira case even happen at all? how does he get along w the other wammy’s kids? etc etc uwu

an au where beyond didn’t die after labb, but instead survived and broke out of jail and then years later decided to involve himself in the kira case to prove to L that he needs him(B)- and yeah i also wanna see Light and Misa interact with B ghjdghjhgf

an au where misa is the first kira instead of light and she is the one with the god complex and the plans to rid the world of evil (with undertones of revenge bc yeah-) but she still made the eye deal and still has rem and light is the second kira & a huge fan of the first kira; obv light would still be himself so he wouldn’t fall in love with misa (at most in like a tsundere way) and yeah

grelleswife

Naomi riding a motorcycle down an open highway. The breeze is blowing through her hair, and a gorgeous sunset illuminates the sky behind her.

Naomi and Halle having tea at Naomi’s apartment (romantic undertones preferred)

Halle and Naomi dancing together at an elegant evening ball as part of an undercover mission. I leave their specific attire up to the artist’s discretion.

In an AU where Naomi survives, she and Halle have a one-on-one training session where she teaches the other agent capoeira. Can be romantic or platonic.

A short piece on Halle’s early days working for the SPK (her motivations for joining, first encounters with Near, and so on)

A Kiyohalle short in which Halle protects Takada from a would-be anti-Kira attacker. 

chaotic-angsty-teen

Light with wings

Misa inspired by the song Teen idle by MARINA (could be a lyric comic or just a drawing of her that fits)

L in an ugly Christmas sweater drinking teafree sugar.

Hannibal nbc crossover or AU

Time-loop AU for the day L dies in canon from either L's or Light's perspective

Misa eventually gets disillusioned with Light during the timeskip

AU where Soichiro finds out Light is Kira after L's death

dillyfirestarter

Don't be a coward, join me in my crackship and draw me an L/Soichiro picture. 1.1 How would they flirt in the hotel rooms before L meets Light in person? 1.2 In the Yotsuba arc, Light catches L making a suggestive face/gesture to Soichiro. He doesn't realise it's a mutual attraction, but he's still horrified.

If that's too terrible to imagine, then I'd like to see Nu the eyeball-column shinigami as Misa's shinigami. Perhaps Misa is putting eyeliner/fake lashes around every eyeball?

Those Who Stand For Nothing Fall For Everything: if you know this story, show me what you think dapper lawyer L looks like

Depressed adult Near has far too much hair. Does he make one of the SPK brush it for him? Or does he just lay there and occasionally pick out lego from his masses of curls?

Naomi is my goddess. I wish I got to see her interact with L or the Task Force in canon. How would she fit into the team?

Alternatively: Naomi, alive and well several years after the show, has to pick up her gun once more and strap her baby to her back to go fight crime.

Alternatively: Light actually decides to assault Naomi to stop her going to the police station. Make her give him the most satisfying arse-kicking

Death Note/Code Geass crossover: What Geass would L or another character have? Would it be a help or hindrance catching Kira?

complicatedmerary

Halle and Naomi on a motorcycle adventure together

Kiyomi Takada attending her first concert as a child, reaction is up to you

Misa plays a prank on Light (gone wrong) (REAL) (we all cried).

Mikami is stuck with Takada in her apartment after the district got shut down with an unusual outage, they are forced to talk about topics other than Kira

Light Yagami has a diary that no else but him knows, what would that look like prior to his final days? Bonus points if someone got to read it, be it before or after his eventual demise

Near likes to pretend that defeating Light Yagami was satisfying to watch, and yet, he still feels like something about it wasn’t quite right, some questions still unanswered.

bring-back-beyond-birthday

Beyond Birthday and Mello hanging out

Shinigami tea party!

L and Light looking at a sunset together! 

Light and L having a chance meeting or accidental relationship~? I’m a big fan of coffee shop au’s!

What do all the Whammy’s kid do when the adults are away?

Matt and Mello’s adventures once they team up! 

mapsareforbraindeads

death note… but it’s alice in wonderland!

light, L, misa, and the task force get together for a movie night.

matsuda made a cake for L! is it a disaster? is it delicious? you decide!

anything with b x light x l (beyondlawlight) or any ship involving that trio.

any character’s journey through realizing that they are aromantic. ideally with a proper coming out scene.

a yagami sibling-centric fic taking inspiration from “we all need a hero” from the musical.

light and near making cookies together to surprise L, who sneaks in and tastes the cookie dough when they aren’t looking and critiques it. i actually had a dream about this once.

a beyond-centric fic that explores his thoughts during another note

izaori

LightMello as Pokemon trainers! Doesn't have to include Pokemon but if so I think Mismagius and Infernape would be cool

Naomi being badass like on her motorcycle or on the job. Action-y. The movie motorcycle slide thing would be super cool.

Holiday Ryuky :D like Ryuk in a Christmas hat or with Valentines gifts or easter bunny ears. Or saint pattys day stuff. Literally any holiday and Ryuk is celebrating it. Feel free to choose your favorite holiday!

Misa planning a big Valentines day surprise for Light. Maybe getting special chocolate, or a cute outfit, getting movie tickets. Light's reaction to it (maybe positive if it makes him look good, negative if it just interferes with his plans).

Mello after the mafia explosion and before we see him again. What happened? How did he survive? Who helped him? Maybe when he contacts Matt/Wammy's House for help.

Young L investigating the 'mysteries' of Wammy's House. For example, a 'kitchen ghost' that's actually just a squeaky cabinet that keeps opening. Or why the sharpies in a classroom keep going missing. These child mysteries must be solved!

birdlizard

matt living his best life

rem listening to misa talk about light

beyond birthday with dramatic/fun lighting

matt and mello roommate drama

L tries to do chores

rem gets herself some standards

thisworldisrotten

light playing a string instrument (violin, viola,cello, double bass, harp) in a fancy suit

light and b killing l together (bonus if it's bloody)

light and mikami being evil and ruling the world together

a third party (matsuda, soichiro, mello, oc, etc) witnessing L and Light's interactions and having no idea what they're talking about because it's like they're sharing the same brain

L wins au- L regrets executing Light

Light feeling lonely and superior to everyone else during his childhood and through the years

[skribblz]

highly recommend frantic fanfic for this descent to chaos

thank you @duckymcdoorknob and @rattypattyy for making me question my whole life lmao

TITLE: Right place, right time.

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: deku, kool aid man

WRITERS: weiner , uwu, patty

RATED ALL AGES

Or: The five times the thunder scared Izuku, and the one time the Koolaid Man noticed.

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As the thunder crashed outside, poor Izuku found himself hiding under whatever he could find. When the first bolt clapped, he took refuge under his school desk, palms flat and painful against his ears,

The second time around, he was changing into his pajamas. So, he hid in the darkness of his closet.

The third, he was trying to sleep. He dove under his covers and quivered under the blanket.

The fourth, he deduced that he wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore. He was trying to finish up some homework, so he had nothing to hide under. he buried his head in his hands and cried out s the crashes erupted through the dorms.

The fifth time, he tried to get some water from the kitchen. When the accursed sound once again echoed, the cup fell from his hand and shattered on the floor.

The green haired boy was startled by a gentle voice asking him if he was okay…

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The cup shatters into millions of pieces as Izuku quivers to the boom bang sound of my heart go beep go bap go nananananna-"

"No-...no..n-not again" the boy whimpers, hands crossed harshly atop his head. Thunder danced its mighty dance as the window flashbanged him every like 10 secs or smth.

As Izuku was counting the neverending seconds, expecting a loud crash through his window, it was replaced with a resounding BOOM SHAKA LAKA!!!!! He opens his eyes slowly, what was that ethereal sound? Was it god? Did his eardrums burst right after hearing such a girthy, resounding bang?

No...he saw...red

Red as red as red could be. The color of roses, of passion.

"OOOOH YEAHHHHHHHHH!" boomed throughout the kitchen. Wow how crazy no one else has awoken yet, must be anime logic.

Izuku wiped his eyes quickly; he must not show any pain, he was the beacon of hope after all. "Oh- hey- Kool-aid man-kun. You can't sleep either?"

"Midoriya! Good to see ya!" Kool-aid-kun smiled his wack disarming, teethless smile. He stomps towards the student, juices sloshing out of the jar he calls his home. He kneels down, eyes suddenly turning serious. "Hey, are you alright? I know I don't have ears but I could hear you crying."

"Y-yeah...I'm okay now that you're here."

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"That's great, my boy." Kool Aid Man had patted his back. Before Izuku could speak back, he felt as Kool Aid Man's meaty biceps pried his mouth open, "Stay still, my boy, for you shall know what it's like.... to have the oh yeah." And with that, he started to pour his sweet goodness into his mouth, Deku had no time to react, being forced to melt into the sugary goodness, it was like making out with his dolls when he was younger, but this time, with kool aid. He grasped his handle and slowly poured the rest of him into his gullet, he couldn't stop, it was all too good and tasty, the sudden 'Oh Yeahhhhh' and 'Oof sound' filling the empty room.

He.... passed out... Kool Aid Man tipped a hat he found and stolen Deku's Woody doll, was it a dream? Or... real..? Or mayhaps.... all around me are familiar faces..

TITLE: The Midnight Drive

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: illumi zoldyck, lightning mcqueen

WRITERS: uwu, patty, weiner

RATED ALL AGES

Stars dazzled in the cozy blue sky, warmth ran through the hair, coursing through Illumi's dark locks. The humid breeze combed across the Zoldyck's angular face as his pet car, Lightning Mcqueen raced into the night.

"Oh dear Lightning, your tires they roll so quickly. When I look to the side, all I see are green blurs of the tree tops." The eldest brother poemed.

"Oh thank you master, I work to please you." Mcqueen vroom vroomed with vigor, and once again, Illumi's hair particles are scattered throughout the wind.

"Tell me, what do you think of gingerbread cookies? I am positively dying to know hehe."

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"I'm a fucking car" Was McQueen's reply, his windshield wipers wiping away any oil that made out he was saddened.

Illumi had turned to notice as he heard the loud scraping of old windshield wipers scratching away his oil,

"Lightning McQueen, my love, I am very sorry, I did not mean to make you cry." He blushed, feeling as his tire crushed his hand in an attempt to grasp onto it, but he didn't care, he loved McQueen, he was the lightning to his kachow, what else more could he want?

"Illumi?" Rattled the car's somehow existent mouth.

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“Mmm?” The eldest Zoldyck replied, trying to hide remain calm for lightning.

“I want to taste… I want to smell and I want to feel like a human!” Lightning admitted as his tone grew more angry.

Illumi frowned, beginning to of any way that he could help Kightning to meet his dreams.

When the two had parted ways after their encounter, Illumi found himself tirelessly working in the kitchen.

“Since when do you know how to bake, big brother? Killua’s chirping voice echoed through the kitchen.

“I don’t. But, someone special to me needs to be enlightened. So,I’ve spent my morning here.” The eldest brother admitted.

“Oh I see. Have fun” Killua demanded, skipping Round the house.

After four hours of tireless work, Illimi held up a small vial of brown solution.“finally!“

The eldest Zoldyck zooms to find Lightning. He pushed through paparazzi and other cars. “Lightning! Lightnin!” He bellowed, hoping his lover would hear him through the thick crowds

“I’m here, Illu!” Lightning stood on tops of a statue.

“Alright! I’ve got a gift for you.” Illumi announced, holding up the small vial.

Lightning gasped, “you don’t mean…”

“I do! Open up!” The Zoldyck demanded, opening up the race car’s gas cap.

Illumi carefully put some of the solution into the gas tank. Lightning was overwhelmed. His eyes widened as he smiled.

“Can you taste it?” Illumi asked hopefully.

“I can.” Lightning asked as a tear ran down his red cheek.

TITLE: Bikini bottom ginger jeans

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: shoyo hinata, spongebob

WRITERS: patty, weiner , uwu

RATED ALL AGES

As the morning dawned over, the beautiful world of bikini fucking bottom, had arrived in a new world....

As Sponge of the Bob, woken up, he had thrown Gary outside, because, he has been a bad, bad boy wink. Anywho, he turned to look outside, to see a beautifully short male, playing volleyball in the morning dew...

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The sponge hid under his window sill as amber eyes met his. His yellow knuckles were still visible as he peered ever so slowly at the person outside of his pineapple.

SpongeBob felt a tinge of bravery. He opened the window and watched as the boy completed his drills and warmups. The sponge was immersed in the orange-haired male’s tactics and behavior. He was not at fall focused on reality, simply staring at the boy.

“Uh… hello?” A mousy voice asked, breaking him from his stare.

Terrified, Spongebob yelped and quickly slammed his window shut. He clutched his spongy heart that was beating out of his chest and hid, praying he hadn’t been caught.

What if he DID get caught? What if the stranger noticed his staring? And what if he had heard the sponge’s inner thoughts this whole time and-“

A knock at the door cut off his thoughts…

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Sponged bob's non-existent heart leaped out of his chest, so he comically swallows it back into his gut. He was an extrovert sponge, nothing stopped him from socializing. But...this boy...he was just...different.

His shaky hand reached for the door, pushing it open.

Then, he was greeted by the sun itself. Orange hair glowed in the dazzling sunlight, and a smile radiated warmth. It was like...staring into a mirror.

Spungbib smiled in reply, pearly whites that would be quite concerning if found on a sponge shining. Yeah, he flosses. wink, wink.

"Hey sir! Are you into volleyball??" The teen asks, bouncing on his feet. I dont know if theyre underwater, bc if they were tehn hinata would die and if they werent, the sponged bob would die like??????? whatever

"Volleyball? I love volleyball!!!" Spongebob squealed.

"Well...I saw you lookinh through your window and I..." The boy started blushing a bit, juggling the volleyball between his hands. He bits his lips nervously, looking up at the sponge (even tho he's taller) like the cutest puppy. "Would you um....would you be okay with helping me practice?" He shouts! hiding beheind the ball like the shy luttle chihuahua he is.

Spngebob couldnet be happier, he balls his fists and squeaks giddily. "Of course I would!!" But then he too blushes, and starts twiddling his thumbs, "Maybe you can take me out to dinner first...? I would love to get to know you better, I mean!"

Hinata gasps a loud gasp and chokes on his saliva. Spongebob rushes forward in concern, but OH NO he TRIPS-

and falls right on top of the orange-haired male. oh no who couldve seen this coming????

"I- I- I-!"

Suddenly the ball that was thrown up in the air in confusion started its descent towards spongebob's head and he gets bonked. His face slowly gravitates towards his mysterious crush, as if in slo-mo. His lips pucker up as the boy closes his eyes...

Spongebob's lips land right on the teen's forehead.

Both of them blush a pretty shade of red as they shuffle to get off eachother. Both too shocked and embarrassed to say anything for the meantime.

Until one. Break the silence.

"So...what's your name?" Hinata whispers, voice almost lost in the wind.

"Oh- I- My names spongebob." The sponge murmurs huskily. "And you?"

"Hinata, Hinata Shoyo (yo mama)" Hinata stands up and so does the sponge.

they stare at eachothers eyes as the sun sets, colors wisping throughout the sky

and then they shake hands, "whats updog?"

[thelemoncoffee]

here they are, the rolling nerds saiouma blog concepts i said i made yesterday

Kokichi User: cunningCapper Bio: "|| Capper's the name, making you irate is my game || He/It/Freak || Moriarty Kinnie, Professional Bear-poker and Wasp-nest Batter, IRL Clown || Sorry I'm a Gemini, I just can't help it || I can speak French between your legs || Plagues on Humanity DNI || Ask my age again and I'll make you the reason Area 51 exists ||"

Inbox names: Askbox - Asky Waskies UwU Submissions - *has this shut off*

His pinned: *his most infamous post* *idk what that would look like* *probably something cursed as fuck*

Blog Theme: -Eyestrain hell -Lots of red (cause i hc that's his favorite color) -He spent money to get one of those PC blog themes that are nearly impossible to navigate -His icon is probably some sorts of eyestrain jester/clown he drew -Banner is a super cursed image he dug up from the depths of hell

Ko's Custom Tags: Reblogs - #Refuck you in the ASS Queue - #Queue Continuum Debate - #Bear Caves and Wasp Nests Not real opinion - #Buddy-buddy with Satan Memes- #Clown to Clown commemeication His Pets - #Munkustrap and The Tapeworms Mutuals - #HORRIBLE BEASTS(affectionate) IRL Friends - #Insane Clown Pussies Boyfriend - #BoyToy Tales Life updates - #The 'I am actually a real person' Tag Asks - #A death threat probably Anons - #The Council of Shades Fanbases - #OwO a fandom wandom? Fave Characters - #Skrungly Gulp Plinko my Blorbo

Kind of posts: -The awful kind -He likes playing devil's advocate so much he has a tag to notify people he doesn't actually believe what he's arguing -The kind of tumblr user that fires the rent lowering shots -Actually a very good debate account despite the insane chaos in his debate unrelated posts -doesn't show his face- not for privacy reasons, but because he likes being seen as less of a human and more of an SCP

Shuichi User: pinetree-feathers Bio: "magpie told me i give off christmas season vibes"

Inbox names: Askbox - mail Submissions - share-a-thing

His pinned: [hello!] ~~~~ >call me pine >*age* >he/him but i'll accept any >half-hispanic japanese >snakes <3 >ppl tell im mean/sassy, i don't know why >this post is tagged with all my custom tags for easy access >*his DNI, whatever that may look like* ~~~~ [don't mind me i'm just a debate kid looking for someone to have discussions with. feel free to start debates with me on posts, but i will stop responding if things don't remain civil, and will block you if you harass me or others on any of my posts] ~~~~

Blog Theme: -Muted colors -Favorite shade of yellow -Either doesn't use a costume PC theme or has a really nice one -Icon rotates between various pieces of fanart he found of his favorite characters. -Banner is a cozy aesthetic picture

Shu's Custom Tags: Reblog - #interacting Debate - #debate corner Memes - #senseble chuckes Pets - #freeloaders Friends and Mutuals - #mi amigos Boyfriend - #mi amor magpie Life Updates - #life story Asks - #pine's mailbox Art - #quill and ink Selfies - #pine photos Aesthetic posts - #scrapbook various Interests - #my media catalog

Kind of posts: -Chill and pleasant kind -He likes to debate but also hates drama, so he only debates on stuff that isn't going to make him have to temporally turn asks off, this results in him sometimes getting into weird and niche debates -Unlike Kokichi he doesn't try to rile people up, so his blog is really peaceful and has a ton of debate unrelated stuff on it that is fun to dig through -He's posts selfies cause he feels much more confident online than he does irl. also he enjoys trying to maintain an aesthetic

it's also worth noting that while they both have tags to talk about each other as lovers and are openly mutuals who frequently debate together, neither have told anyone that they are boyfriends. so no one knows Capper's boyfriend he calls "The Boytoy" that he insisted is an emo deity is actually Pine, and no one knows Pine's beloved "Magpie" who he speaks so highly of is the shitshow king Capper

[persimmonteas]

keep me warm

This piece is part of the Citrus Dome server’s "snowed-in" collab! Click here for the masterlist uwu

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping. The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens — The power goes out. 

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Word count: ~3k

Pairing: aged-up pro hero!deku x f!reader

CW/tags: mutual pining idiots, pretty vanilla, soft switch!deku and soft switch!reader, hair pulling, (1) choking, praise kink, oral, overstim

Notes: Shoutout to @m00ns0ng, @icarusburns747 & @andypantsx3 for the editing and morale support. Tagging @samuslut, @lumos-flies, @abswrites, @shinaus, @saint-eridell​ & @tomurasprincess​

“Do we have candles?” Deku called over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I got vanilla scented candles. Just for you, baby,” you joked as you tried to find the missing matches with your phone’s flashlight. You missed Deku flushing red. You smelled like vanilla and he was all about it.

You had declared needing a vacation with your former U-A classmates and Deku was the only one who could make it. It paid off to organize a trip with somebody as organized and, um, prepared as Deku. The possibility of it being “the snowstorm of the century” didn’t escape you two; however, this was the only time you two could sync up for a vacation. And you both desperately needed one. 

Deku needed a break from being the #1 hero and you needed a break from your manager shafting any email he didn’t want to reply to you. Honestly, sometimes you questioned why you chose being a business student instead of a general studies student at U-A. Goddamn. 

Plus, the vacation spot was a lovely, scenic location far from the city. A cabin in the middle of the mountains with an! Outdoor! Hot! Tub! Super sick. You’d never admit to Deku that you excitedly texted Ochako screaming about the idea of going on a vacation just with him. 

The last time you two had gone on a trip by yourselves was post-high school graduation. The All Might museum road trip was possibly the nerdiest road trip you’ve ever taken but seeing Deku light up was cute as fuck. Except, it was different now. Deku had grown taller and carried himself in a super enticing way.

You were shining your phone’s flashlight to “help him” find the candles—not because you wanted to watch the way his back flex as he rummaged through the cabinets. No, not at all. 

“Got the candles!” He held them up triumphantly and you ignored how his large, scarred hands dwarfed the candles. 

“Beautiful, bring them here.” You hummed as you lit up the candles and he tried to get the fireplace going. 

He stood in front of the fireplace looking quite pleased with himself. You rubbed your hands together in delight. It didn’t matter that you both looked like fluffy marshmallows in your parkas. There were now candles lit up on pretty much every surface and the fireplace was nicely going.

“High five for defeating nature.” You held up your hand, grinning. All the prep worked out beautifully. It would have been annoying to cart everything up the mountains by yourself but it was easy when you had a mountain of a friend to help. 

Deku smiled. As always, it felt like the sun blinding you. He slapped your hand, clearly holding back to prevent your dainty-office-worker hand from breaking.

“All nice and cozy now.” He brushed soot off his parka. “What do you want to do now?” 

“Wanna make dinner?” You tried to grab canned ingredients from the shelves. Deku watched the way your shirt rode up, exposing your smooth skin and the edge of your bra. And then he wanted to slap himself. You guys are friends, he scolded himself. 

“That sounds good. Do you need help with that?” Deku sounded amused as he leaned against the wall.

You huffed and spun to look at him, hand on your hip. Then you sighed and gestured to the cabinets. “Yes, please help me, you big strong man. Exactly what I need.” Unable to help yourself, you winked at him. 

The flush that spread across Deku’s face was delightful. Enchanting. His freckles looked so good against the sharp planes of his face that appeared after he grew out of his baby face.

He easily pulled down the bags of groceries you guys lugged up the mountain while you grabbed the ice chest. Working in silence, you two comfortably fell into a working pattern of peeling potatoes and cutting up vegetables. 

“How does this look?” 

You glanced up to see Deku’s hot dog creation skewered on his kebab stick and raised an eyebrow. “Deku, you overachiever. That’s very cute.” Deku had cut up the hot dogs into octopi. 

“Should I call you daddy now? Considering you just made a kids’ bento.” You giggled to yourself when the lewder connotations of daddy seemed to escape his notice. 

“Eat up, my child,” he joked back as he roasted the hot dogs over the fireplace. 

You finished wrapping the vegetables into foil and tossed them into the fire. Next was the curry. You mixed the instant roux with water then dumped in soy sauce and mirin. Mama Inko taught you that trick when you’d spend high school vacations with Deku and her.

After you two finished dinner prep, you dug in. It felt nice and cozy in the cabin with the wind whistling outside and everything in a golden warm glow from the fire and candles. 

“I wonder how the team is doing,” Deku pondered as he picked up his cell phone.

“I bet Shouto is living it up,” you snorted. “Must be nice to have a tolerance for snow and ice. Think any villains are going to attack during the worst storm in a century?” 

“I hope not,” Deku rubbed the back of his neck. “I crunched some calculations with Ida before I left on vacation and I think the possibility is way too low.” 

“I’m sure your team will be good. Also, I bet you left some serious documentation about what to do in the possibility that a villain attacks while you’re gone.” 

Deku arched an eyebrow. “Am I really that transparent?” He whined.

“Yes!” You laughed.

Shrugging out your now entirely too warm parka, you bounced onto the couch and patted the cushion next to you. “Let’s play a card game!”

Deku nodded then waved two bottles of beer at you. “Want one?”

“Ooh, are you trying to get me drunk?” You playfully ribbed. Deku rolled his eyes at you. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he mumbled as he popped open the bottles. 

The night devolved into you two playing card games, trading inside jokes, reading stories to each other and watching cat videos on your battery pack charged phone. 

After blowing out most of the candles, you guys unfurled your sleeping bags near the fireplace. Unfortunately, you were now freezing and your teeth chattering without the additional warmth from the candles. Meanwhile, Deku was over there enjoying all of his body heat. Keeping it all to himself. How selfish. 

You jostled around to look at him, leaning your head on your hand. “Hey, Deku,” you say, trying your best to stay casual. 

“Yeah?” He turned around to look at you. Cursing yourself in your head, you avoided looking him totally in the eyes. Damn Deku and his intense ass gaze. 

“Would you mind sharing sleeping bags?” If you had been looking at him directly in the eyes, you would have noticed his eyes widening a fraction then quickly going back to neutral. 

“Let me guess, you’re freezing.” Deku called you out despite opening his sleeping bag up. 

You ignored his drag as you scurried over to his sleeping bag and tucked yourself in, thankful for the newfound warmth. You were also thankful that you two were close enough that this wasn’t super weird. You’ve had plenty of study sessions back in high school with your legs in his lap.

Except you guys were grown now. He was hot and kind and you’d do a lot for him to rail you.

It was now 3am, judging by your glance at your phone. You couldn’t sleep. You silently grumbled to yourself at Deku’s peacefully sleeping face. 

Like a very cuddly amoeba, his arms tightened around you. You tightly exhaled a breath when his arm grazed your nipple.

Damn your sensitive nipples. You were definitely wide awake now. And horny. The glow of the fire did great things for his freckled and scarred face and didn’t help your situation at all. 

At your exhale, Deku mumbled something. “Are you okay?” Deku repeated himself, extricating his arms from you. 

“I’m fine. You know what? I think I’m warm now. Maybe I should sleep by myself,” you nervously chuckled and made to move out of the sleeping bag. 

Due to the large sweatshirt you were wearing to sleep, Deku could see straight down your shirt when you bent over. He swallowed hard at the sight of your hard, aching nipples. 

Moving before he could think, he grabbed your wrist. Rough hands stroked circles on your wrist. “Stay,” his deep sleepy voice making the request seem like a command. 

You looked at him with a half-lidded gaze. The air had a different taste—different tension—to it. Like the next five seconds would change your life. You nodded and slid back open the sleeping bag. 

“Is this okay?” You asked as you put your weight on your elbows, perching over Deku but not touching. 

His hands smoothed over your back. “Yes.” A simple reply; a simple permission. 

“Can I kiss you?” You still wanted to make sure you weren’t overstepping boundaries even with the way Deku was staring at you. 

He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before finally connecting with your lips. 

Pulling back, he whispered “Yes” with the smile you’ve grown so fond of over the years. He pulled you down so your legs were sprawled over his torso. 

“Fuck, Deku. Can I be yours?” You mumbled into the crook of his neck. He tucked the blanket across your shoulders and you let out a breathy laugh at the thoughtful gesture. 

“Always.” Before you could even think about that loaded answer, Deku was kissing you. His hand stroked through your hair before he gently gripped the roots of your hair and pulled your head back so he could trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck to your pulse point. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hips involuntarily grinding down. 

He gripped your hips. “Hold onto the blanket.” Deku sat up and then nicely deposited you on the couch. 

Between him gently manhandling you into a position he wanted and him pulling your hair, you were in a daze. 

“Deku, please,” you pleaded. Although, you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. All you could focus on was the sensation of his calloused hands underneath your shirt, rolling your nipples. 

“Be patient,” he murmured back as he latched his mouth onto your neck. You reveled in the way he bit down and left bruises on your neck and shoulder. He laved his tongue over the hickeys almost as a finale note instead of an apology. 

Your hips jerked up when he gingerly tugged your nipples and released them. He immediately replaced his fingers with his mouth. You swore Deku was trying to wring every noise possible out of you as he sucked your nipple and continued to tweak the other one. He released your nipple with a pop. 

His eyes flickered up at you for permission to remove your sweatpants and you, barely coherent, nodded. 

Fully naked, with Deku’s warmth above you and the blanket beneath you, you scoffed. Disgruntled about being the only naked one, you moved to trail your hands up his shirt, feeling up his abs.

Deku watched you with blown-out pupils.

“I think you should take off your clothes,” you smirked, tugging at Deku’s top. You ran your hands over his body, marveling at the way his muscles contracted.

Sliding your hands down, you lazily pumped his thick cock. Watching the number one hero with godlike self-discipline squeeze his eyes shut tight was the biggest ego stroke you’ve ever received. 

“Does that feel good?” You cooed as you swirled your thumb over his slit. Deku’s hands knotted in your hair, his gaze boring into you as you brushed your tongue up his shaft. 

Without so much as a warning, you mouthed over the head of his dick. You swirled your tongue up-and-down his shaft, lubricating it enough to take down your throat. 

Deku’s moans fueled you to swallow around him, throat contracting around his cock. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. His face was flushed and you thought about how you’d spend hours on your knees to keep seeing that pretty expression on his face.

You yelped when Deku clenched his hands underneath your arms and hoisted you back onto the couch. Spreading your legs, he moved your knees up to your shoulders. You shamelessly watched him as he looked at your sopping wet cunt with dark eyes.

He grazed two fingers over your lips. “Suck.” You didn’t hesitate to thoroughly suck his fingers, prompting a quiet “Fuck” to fall from his full lips. 

Using two fingers, he spread your pussy open. Dropping to his knees, he sucked your labia then lapped at your clit. 

“God, the way you taste,” he groaned into your pussy. His hands reached beneath you to grope your ass. You keened as you crested the edge of your orgasm. 

Lips still latched onto your clit, he scissored two of his thick fingers into your pussy. 

“So tight,” he hissed. You’ve never felt more on display or worshipped as he stretched you out. 

Your fingernails bit crescent moons into Deku’s solid shoulders. “Deku, I swear to god, fuck me already.” 

“So pretty but so impatient.” He sounded bemused as he twisted his fingers, inserting a third. 

“Please, please, please,” you begged as you approached another orgasm with a swipe of his tongue over your clit. Deku let you ride his fingers as you came down from the high.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your generous personality bleeding over into sex. Get on the couch,” you threatened. 

Deku chuckled and sat his perfectly sculpted ass onto the couch. 

You stood up on shaky legs and took your spot on his lap. Nuzzling his neck you leaned back to grip his throbbing dick, you rolled your hips to grind your wet cunt over his dick. 

Deku let out an unabashed moan and reached out. 

“Hands to yourself,” you playfully slapped away his hands as you continued to tease your entrance over his cock. 

He settled for recapturing your nipple in his mouth. The additional stimulation on your sore nipples forced you to finally give up on teasing. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Deku let his head fall back onto the couch headrest. 

You panted as you slowly sank down on his thick cock, feeling more stretched out than ever before. Your already tired thighs strained to not give out. 

When you bottomed out, Deku thrusted up. Jostled, you dug your nails into Deku’s broad chest for balance as you whimpered. 

“Touch me, Deku,” you demanded as you flexed your hand over his throat.

His hands were immediately on you. Stroking your bouncing tits, down your stomach, through your hair, the weight of his hands comforting and warm as his thick cock dragged through your soaked pussy. 

You protested when Deku moved you off his dick, your pussy clenching around nothing. With way too much ease, he moved you over the couch’s arm. His hand caressed the small of your back.

“You’re so fucking hot and tight,” he breathed. He wrapped your hair into his fist, tenderly forcing you to arch your back into his touch when he pulled.

You shuddered as he slid back in, cunt fluttering around him. He scraped your shoulder with his teeth as you met his thrusts. Deku’s thumb spreading your slick over your clit as you squirmed.

He held you down as his angled thrusts became harder. With his fingers kissing your clit, his raspy voice mumbling praises about your tight cunt and his deep final thrusts, you came again shortly after. 

You didn’t move, feeling boneless as you tried to catch your breath. “Oh my god. I love you,” you exhaled. 

He pressed a kiss to your head and shot you another blinding smile. “I love you, too.” Deku bundled you up in the blanket and picked you up. 

Looking through the window, you laughed. “Did we seriously fuck through the snowstorm of the century?” 

“Yes, and we’re going to fuck in the hot tub, too,” Deku cheekily grinned at you.

You slapped his chest and cackled. “I always knew you were full of good ideas.”

[kalinawtokilig]

S/O who sleeps (too much) in the oddest of places

Ohh, being tired 24/7. I feel ya,,

((My formats will be a bit a different as I’m experimenting which feels and looks best, so bear with me))

- Y a s . My five favorite characters of haikyuu. yes. I agree. -

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Pair(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader & Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Summary: 

You are the type of person to either have pulled so many all nighters that fatigue has finally caught up to you and the backlash is very intense, or you are such a sleepy person you’ll take a nap anywhere, anytime. It had cause inconvenience sometimes, such as having to keep the storage closet in school locked to prevent you from sleeping and being locked in, or skipping some classes to doze off. But thankfully your partner was able to help and spot you in time before anything off happens. 

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader 

((Ughhh, I love and pimp,,, I canNOT express that enough))

Iwaizumi knows his S/O can be such a sleepy babe

He wants you to be careful where you decide to rest

One time he wondered where you were, as he hasn’t found you in your class nor has his friends saw you in lunch 

He usually visits you to check up on you, to see if you’re okay, if you got enough sleep, or if you ate

He!! Is!! Concerned!! for !! your wellbeing!! 

With school ending and no practice today, Iwaizumi was eager to see you and walk you home, maybe even order takeout while watching a movie or something. When he said goodbye to his friends, he grabbed his scarf and jacket, heading to your classroom.

“Ah, Iwaizumi-kun.” One of your friends say, seeing him walk through the door and scanning the classroom. “If you’re looking for (Y/N), we haven’t seen them in a while. Last time we did it was the first few classes, then they left.”

Nodding in thanks, Iwaizumi decides to keep texting you, until you answer. But you didn’t. Which meant you kept your phone at do not disturb again OR your phone died. Again. You probably used it to listen to the newest podcast and went straight to school without sleeping a wink.Furrowing his brow, he grunted in frustration. “Where can they be?” 

He thought for a moment. 

‘Not in the storage closet, the janitor now locks it cause they kept finding (Y/N) in it. In the locker room? No, I got a text from one (Y/N)’s friends that they didn’t go to P.E.’

Then it clicked.

“(Y/N) better not be up there, it’s fucking freezing-” 

Speed walking down through the hallways and up the stairs until he reached the rooftop, he slammed open the door and he looked around, circling the entrance, he sighed with relief. 

You were napping against the back of the entrance building, a fluffy blanket and his hoodie that you were wearing to keep yourself extra warm. Not to mention you also layered his hoodie with his VBC jacket. You were lying in fetus position, your bag serving as a pillow as you snored softly, blanket pulled up to your nose. 

You look so precious. 

‘Snap out of it, Hajime! They could’ve gotten sick! They can’t sleep here any longer!’ 

Crouching down, he nudges your temple with the curl of his index finger. He’s not surprised that your skin was cold, the tint of pink on your cheeks and nose tell him how cold your face was. 

“Baby, wake up.” He speaks quietly, still rubbing the crook of his finger against your temple. 

Humming as your eyes flutter open, you sneezed, sniffing as you smiled in a daze to your lovely boyfriend. “Hallo, Hajime. What’re you doing up here?” 

He pouted a bit, now his face is tinted red. “Idiot, I was looking for you. You haven’t been answering your phone, did your phone die again?” 

You snuggled deeper into his jacket, looking so soft and cozy. Your boyfriend is practically dying inside from how cute you are. “Mm. I think so? M’not sure.” 

“C’mon, let’s go home. You slept until school was over, dumbie.” He brought his hand close to you, sneaking out from the blanket, your warm hand grab his cold one, and he pulled you up, picking up your bag and then wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body. 

“When we get to your place can we sleep? You’re so warm, Hajime.” You shift closer to him, snuggling against the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your annoyed, tired, protests. “Of course we can bubs. But you got to do your homework.” 

You hummed again, softly this time. “I did it already. I can give you the answers if it means you’ll sleep with me.” 

Iwaizumi sputtered, “W-Watch what you’re saying, dumbass! You can’t just say that to anyone!” 

Hugging him, the fluffy blanket still covering you and engulfing him, you smiled slyly, “That’s why I’m saying it to you, babes.” 

“Idiot, l-let’s go.”

“Eager, aren’t ya?” 

“...Shut up.” 

((Yes. Give me all of Iwaizumi Hajime. Yes. I agree.))

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((Look at him.  LOOK AT HIM. Icant---)) 

Suna probably either does get enough sleep or he doesn’t, there’s no inbetween

Sometimes he does, cause he’s so tired from practice and collecting blackmail from the Miya twins fight

and there are times he doesn’t that you have to pick him up from class cause not even the loudest Miya twin can wake him up

That’s cause Suna trained himself to tune out Atsumu HA

But in reality, I feel like Suna is a light sleeper and if you were to wake him up, he’ll be like, “Wassup, babe?” In the husky ,,, tone,, aARYUFVAOR

He does usually need to find you, cause he does get concerned where you sleep

During gym class, you decided to fall asleep underneath the bleachers. You weren’t dead tired, but you had a big exam for three of your classes. Three tests take up a lot of mind power and studying consumes days and nights of good sleep.  Thankfully, Suna had let you wear his VBC jacket today, cause he knows how cold it can be in the gymnasium. 

By the time gym class ended, lunch rolled around and Suna had texted you that he was coming over to your homeroom so he can pick you up and eat with him and the twins. 

Arriving at your classroom, he looks around and sees that you weren’t there. Asking your seat mates, they reply to him that they haven't seen you since gym class. Blinking at them, he nodded and left. Pulling out his phone, he checked your snapchat and you posted nothing. Swiping up, he sees that you’re still in school, but it doesn’t exactly say where, only that you’re in the Eastside. 

Gym. 

You’re still in the gymnasium. 

He knew that you were busy studying for the three tests that he came to the conclusion that you didn’t get enough sleep, which meant you’re sleeping somewhere in the gym.

Going to your locker cubby, he opened it to see that you haven’t even brought lunch with you. Except two juiceboxes. Taking them out, he headed back to his class and picked up his own bento. 

“Where ya goin’ Suna? Aren’t ya s’ppose to eat with (Y/N)?” Osamu asked. 

“Hm. I will. Gotta pick’em up.” He replied. 

“Good luck findin’ them then.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.” 

Suna casually walked to the gymnasium, taking long stride to get there at a shorter time. (Curse them... and their tallness))  Entering, he decided to call you. Then he heard the small ringtone you set up for him, the ‘bunny-senpai theme’ something like that. Following the sound of it, he stood in front of the bleachers in confusion. The ringtone was coming from there but you weren’t on the bleachers. Walking to the side, he heard the ringing become louder. Peeking from behind, he shone his phone light and saw a figure sitting against the wall. 

Snorting, he entered into the small cave and sat next to you, seeing as you were about to fall forward, he debated on either recording you fall flat on your face, probably groan and go back to sleep, or, he cannot do that. 

Being the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on your forehead, pulling it gently towards him, having you lean against his shoulder. He decided to take a photo, only for him and your eyes, adding it to his album of you two together. The album was called ‘Finding (Y/N)’, which was dedicated to you being found in the oddest parts of school and Suna finding you. You were mainly asleep in most of them, since that’s why he named it after you because of the places you sleep in or on. 

Last time he found you sleeping on one of the library tables, far back where all the bookshelves hide that table and other forgotten books. 

Throwing up a peace sign, a certain angle showing both him and you, he captioned it, ‘Underneath the bleachers :P’ 

Somehow the flash of the screen camera made you stir, waking up, you lazily blinked. 

Suna turned to you, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice nap?” 

Sighing, you nuzzled against his shoulder. “S’cold, Rin.” You muttered. Opening his bento, he picked up some meat and popped it into his mouth, talking with his mouth full he replied, “S’cause you’re wearing shorts, babe.” He draped his hand over your exposed legs, patting them softly and then pulling it onto his own. “Where’s your sweats?” 

“Mn, I’unno. Must’ve put’em in the laundry. Or something.” You said, going back to sleep until you sniffed your boyfriend’s lunch. Tired eyes shooting up, you rub your head against Suna. “Can I have please?” 

Chewing rice, Suna picked up a piece of spice pork and offered it to you. 

Taking a bite, you mewled at how good it tastes. 

“Nice hiding place, by the way.” 

“Thanks, bubba.” 

((Omg,,,, I fuckin LOVE HIMMMM))

Tendou Satori x Reader

(AUYROVARFOYVARFOY YES,,,, I SIMP AND PIMP ))

OHHH what an energetic boi *cue puppy eyes uwu*

When he sees you napping he finds it sooo cute!!!

He can’t help but coo and call you the cutest nicknames for you to wake up too

“Peach” - “Jellal to my Erza” - “Beloved” - “Sweetcheeks” etc etc YUGFOEUYFGOUYEFV I LOVE TENDOU!!!!!

Shiratorizawa is a big school 

He usually wants you to go straight to your dorm or his dorm so you can nap, but he does want you to text him so he can see you and plop down next to you so you can nap together <3

If he can’t nap, he’ll read manga next to you be enveloped by your body warmth

When you forget to text him AND you’re not in either dorm, you know he’s gonna f i n d  y o u

out of love, ofc <3

At the end of practice, Tendou headed to his dorm, ready to shower and change into comfier sweats. Opening the door and dropping his bag to the side, he noticed there wasn’t a familiar lump on his bed. Shrugging, he took a quick shower and changed into warmer clothing. Drying his hair with a towel, he  sat down on his bed and checked his phone. 

“Ara, (Y/N) isn’t in their dorm. Good thing their roomie is there. Time to find my sunshine~!” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and closed his door. He could use the snapchat app, but he always like a challenge. Checking your reoccurring and unusual sleeping spots, he had found that you weren’t there at any of them. 

Humming, he had overheard from your classmates as he passed the hallways that they haven’t seen you after lunch. Like the good partner he is, he remembers your schedule. Since you had some of the same breaks, he made sure to drop by and wake you up so you can eat. He does find it worrisome that you like to sleep a lot that you forget to eat sometimes, but he doesn’t mind if that means he gets to see you more often! And talking about remembering schedules, he would sometimes pull you out of class so both of you can go into one of your hiding spots and catch up on whatever you wanted to talk about. 

Tendou loves hearing about your dreams. You tell him you have the weirdest and coolest anime-esque dreams when you’re at a specific place in school, saying it ‘Awakens your dream eye’. He indulges on it, saying that maybe one of your dreams can become a really cool manga idea, so he decided to help you keep your dreams consistent, doing research as in keeping a dream journal to continue the awesome dream you had, most of the time, you have your boyfriend on edge with how detailed your dreams can be. 

“My angel, lil’puppy, light of my life, where can you be?” He sang out at the hallways, passing by students who stayed a bit late to continue their studies or help around the school by cleaning. 

Stopping for a moment he recalled what your friend said; 

“(Y/N) probably dozed off again. I haven’t seen them since lunch and before that, we had lab.” 

Humming a made-up tune, he made his way to the lab reserved for the third-years, and as he slid open the door, he turned on the light and looked around. From checking to the storage closet and underneath the student’s desks he pouted a bit. 

A light bulb went off in his redhead. 

Going to the teacher’s desk and pulling away the swiveled chair, he bent down and smiled. 

“Found you, (Y/N)-ba~by!” 

You were sleeping soundly, your knees pulled up to your chest and Tendou’s VBC jacket being worn as it made you look so much more endearing. 

“Wake up, you hibernating bear. Gotta get up before someone finds us.” He crawled close to you and he cupped his hand on your soft cheek, turning to pinch it. Eliciting a whine, you scrunched your nose and glared with your eyes closed. 

“Open your eyes and time to rise! Satori is here to bring you back to your kingdom!” He teased, seeing that you started to stir, but your eyes are still closed. You held out your grabby hands and he pulled you into his arms. 

“Must’ve been a nice dream to have you skip all of your afternoon classes and forget to text me. Why sleep here?” He asks as he smoothed out your hair, you caught his hand and nuzzle your face into his large palm, his heart doing everlasting flips as how adorable you are. 

“Mm, kinda...superhero dream. S’a redhead antihero. Kinda lo’like you, Satori. He’s so cool, tryin’ ta change the system.” You replied a bit slurred, your eyelids opening half-way to stare lovingly at him. 

With his lip wobbling and eyes smiling, he lightly rubbed his nose against yours, “Always the smooth talker, aren’t ya, love?” 

(((I am dying. IWANT HIM IWANTAHIMMMMMM)))

Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((SYUFOYVFYYOYV YES I AGREE I LOVE HER I WANNNT HERR IM A GREEDY PERSON OKAY OMG LET ME SIMP IN PEACE JEEZZ)

The pretty girl worries to death

Yachi knows that you don’t sleep at night cause you’re too busy gaming

Last time she slept over at your place, she tried her best to stay up for you but she passed out, when she woke up, YOU WERE STILL AWAKE

Finds ways for you to sleep early so she won’t have to find you sleeping in the storage closet beside the folded chairs

Conflicted on not wanting to wake you up or waking you up so you won’t get in trouble

You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping! She really dislike waking you up :(

As practice rolled around, Shimizu-senpai asked Yachi to pick up some more chairs from the storage closet. As she walked there and opened the closet, she heard soft snoring. 

She should know that it was you, but she was scared to move anything cause she doesn’t know exactly where you are sleeping on. Shuffling slowly, she peaked over some of the corners, reaching the blue mats, she saw the tuft of your hair at the opposite end. Climbing onto the mat, she crawled and looked down, seeing that you were sleeping in a cramped space. 

‘How can (Y/N) be possibly comfortable?’ 

Your head was leaning against the stacked mats, knees pulled to your chest and arms crossed on your knees. Just as Yachi was about to reach and fix your hair, she squealed when you caught her wrist, pulling it down as her face was closely met with your tired eyes glaring at the person who tried to wake you up. Softening your stare, you smiled kindly, loosening the grip on Yachi’s wrist and kissing it from holding it a bit tight. 

You were satisfied with the new color plastered on her face, a stuttering mess. 

“(Y/N)! W-What’re you doing s-sleeping here?! Don’t you know how cramped it is? And dusty?” She asked, avoiding your gaze. 

Humming, you rubbed the pad of your thumb against her soft wrist, “M’sitting on a spare towel. What’re you doing here?” 

“I had to get chairs for practice.” 

Groaning, with your other hand, you rubbed your temple. “I missed my last two classes. Damn.” 

Yachi pouted cutely, “(Y/N), did you sleep at all?” 

“I took a power nap. For five hours. Heh, don’t act so mad, buttercup. At least I got to wake up to you.” You flirted, snickering at how redder she became. 

“D-Don’t do that! I’m trying to be mad at you! You know I worry about your health. An average teenager should try to at least sleep seven or eight hours!” 

Sighing, you smiled at her with fondness, “I’m nocturnal, Hitoka. I sleep as much as possible when it’s the daytime. And I know for a fact that a student like you doesn’t sleep as much considering all the advanced class work can be a pain in the ass. Wasn’t it two nights ago you face timed me at two in the morning cause you were ready to set your homework on fire?” Smirking as you observed her sputtering for an explanation, you raised your hand and held the back of her head. 

“I’ll fix my sleep schedule if you give me daily kisses, how about that? Would you accept my offer, princess?” Your lips ghosted her, you can practically feel how warm her face is. 

Staring at her, she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips. “I don’t mind that proposal.” Yachi whispered. 

Grinning, you straightened your back as Yachi willingly leaned down to tilt to the right and returned the kiss. Pulling away, you stuck out your tongue between your teeth with a successful smile. 

“Since you’re awake, can you help me bring some chairs to the gym?” 

((I’m dying. I’m dying. IM DYING))

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((This man,,, goddamn,,, angels voice DEVILS WORDS))

Sugawara knows you love to sleep too much 

He wonders if you hibernate in the winter

Makes jokes about you being bear,,, or a cat 

Would sometimes invite you to his house or go over to your place so he can make sure you eat and remind you to do your homework 

Babe loves to nap with you after practice!!

Snuggling into all the pillows and blankets you hoard 

“I am in the cave of the hibernating honey bear”

“Koushi, go to sleep”

Sugawara knows how sleepy you are, so he doesn’t mind coming to your place and greeting you with kisses for you to wake up to. Even though practice ended late and Coach Ukai was pushing them a bit harder, Sugawara became a bit energized after showering and walking a bit faster to get to your place. After your first-year together, you decided to copy your house key and give it to him. Arriving to your place, he opened the door and knocked off his shoes, greeting your parent as they told him you were sleeping, as usual. 

“I was lazy to cook, Sugawara-kun. So, I ordered you guys pizza and burgers. Knowing (Y/N), I know they would complain to me if I haven’t bought them fries either. It’s in the living room, so try to wake up that tired kid o’mine to eat. Went straight to sleep when they came home.” Your parent sighed, shaking their head at your behavior. 

Sugawara chuckled. “I’ll bring them down, don’t you worry!”

“I’m positive you will. If it’s you and food, (Y/N) won’t mind at all.” 

The teen went up the stairs and opened your door, switching the lights on as his eyes landed to the barricade of blankets and pillows that shifted a bit. Walking closer, he saw the small exposure of your facial features. Tearing away the blankets, he smiled as he leaned in to pepper your face with soft kisses. The apples of your cheeks, forehead, temples, nose, and lastly, your own lips. 

Stirring, you slowly blinked. 

“Good evening, Sugar. Did you sleep well?” 

You grunted. 

“Come downstairs, there’s food!” 

Two hands shot out from the blankets as you held onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him down as he yelped. 

“Koushi, you can’t use food against me. I was sleeping.” You said in a tired voice. 

He turned to his side to look at you, lifting his finger and tracing your face, cheeks, nose, arch of your nose, and your lips. You took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. With half-lidded eyes, you watched underneath your lashes the pink hue on his face, even the mole near his eye was highlighted. 

“You have to get up, (Y/N).”  “Why.”

“So we can eat and watch anime!”

“Hmm.” You brought the hand you were holding close to your chest, “But I wanna stay here and hold you.” 

Sugawara can be speechless at how flirtatious and bold you can be, even if it was unintentional. But he knows you, and he knows how to play this game. 

Shuffling close, you can feel his body heat, “If you wake up, I can give you some of the answers to the homework. And hand feed you fries.” 

Eyes fully awakened, you smiled cheekily, “You know me so well, Sugarplum.”