#HOPEFULLY OTHER GIRLIES CAN RELATE

[silvermoon424]

Me awarding my OCs titles like "babiest babey," "hottest antifa queen," "best replacements for actual friends," etc like

[rpgbabe]

girl love is so pure and i honestly just wanna cry sometimes bc i dont have that...................................................... and probably never will</3

[crescentfool]

some scribs based on things i saw at kawaiikon 2023 last week, i had a lot of fun! (in which i use minato + my squidkid as stand-ins for myself)

bonus comic + some thoughts about the con under the cut!

gotta love when u think it’d be cool to cosplay but then completely forget to get anything for the cosplay (i forgot to go to look for yellow fabric for a ryoji scarf)!! so u just go as just some guy (my wardrobe has a few items that remind me of my faves).

ANYWAYS for the con itself, i had a lot of fun! something about it was very humanizing, just knowing that there were other people in hawaii who also like persona (and the other things that i am into). i got to pull out my beloved minato nui/plushie and share him with other people which was. fun!!

the cosplayers were super cool too! the femc cosplayer was super sweet and they had!! a p3 protag itabag and it was so ?? heartwarming and cool for me to see that?? and the akechi + kokichi cosplayers being in the same proximity was also very cool to me (idk i feel like they’re just both interesting characters).

and of course the artists were very lovely... i was very surprised 2 see so much persona 3 (thank you p3p for being put on modern consoles) there, haha. i paid the minato tax™ aka that’s what happens when your favorite character is like. the protag. i have so much beautiful minato art in my home now. i am so happy and normal about this. my heart is sold to him. he has such incomprehensible boy swag that transcends the universe. but anyway.

this is very rambly but um idk im just! grateful and appreciative! that other people are out there that enjoy media that i like especially since they were so scarce and far between (other fandoms showed up more frequently). would i go again? dunno, depends on what im into by the time next year rolls around. but i’m glad that i went this year, for sure 💙

[lightlycareless]

Naoya's reaction when y/n's thighs expand 3 times its size when she sits down. For my girlie's that have thick thighs 🙏🙏 plus me. Serious insecurity but damn wouldn't that be Naoya's 2nd favourite thing after tiddies. Definitely would give some criticism that y/n don't exercise enough and that's why her thighs are like that,but would br also smother his face between her thighs? Yes

Hello anon!!

Ngl when I first read this ask (the beginning) I was like HUH? But then I read the rest and was like ugh same. I kind of relate to what you feel, that plus chafing and what not 💀

ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy this debauched piece. :) ehehehe dunno what was going through my head but I liked it.

warnings: NSFW. THOUGH NOT DETAILED, THERE'S SMUT. MINORS DNI. Naoya and the Zen'in are perverts, some more explicit than others. Also misogynistic views, unwanted commentary about bodies.

Happy reading!

You know what I was thinking?

Naoya being so obsessed with your body, that the moment he sees you he doesn’t even bother to make formal introductions or anything; nope.

He just needed to see you sit down one time, one time, unwittingly getting a very detailed look of how your thighs just become bigger underneath your skirt, alongside the adorably cute way you attempted to tug the edge down to avoid revealing too much (Naoya had seen more than enough at that point, of course he did.) and that was it for him to know you’d be the perfect wife.

So, fast forward a few weeks, after making the right arrangements, you’re effectively married to him, “happily” living in the Zen’in estate, where he can keep an eye on you, close to whenever he might need to make use of your wifely commitments—but most importantly, underneath constant scrutiny that not even your role as future Lady of the House could save you from.

The torments you’re subjected to here aren’t ones you haven’t heard before, in fact, you’ve heard enough of them to not care anymore…

But perhaps being married to Naoya, something that many cautioned would probably never happen due to your appearance, was enough to finally make them hurt.

His family just couldn’t… wrap their mind around the fact that from all women in the world, literally anyone else, he chose you: the epitome of laziness as they’d like to say. The sheer example of not being able to control one’s selfish desires in favor of temporary satisfaction.

In a world where thinner, athletic physiques were encouraged, you sure stood out like a sore thumb.

It wasn’t your fault, though. Some people were simply born that way, with different genetics and there was nothing wrong with that.

But to them, that was not enough of an excuse, if there ever was one; and once you heard for the last time how Naoya was simply tolerating you because, well, because of some unknown reason, you had enough.

You were tired of constantly hearing them belittling your worth, comparing you to whichever woman they brought along to hopefully convince Naoya into divorcing you—or at least sow his seeds on a more suitable candidate; a fact made worse when he seemingly didn’t put a resistance to their invitations, chipping away at your confidence.

And above all, you were exhausted of unwittingly highlighting the faults in your relationship, the clear signs that Naoya was never truly happy with you, such as those scarce moments of intimacy the two shared. Those that you didn’t think much of, outside of fear and pain, for he never struck you to be the kind, patient lover (and he wasn’t).

But now that these issues were highlighted… you could only feel sorrowful.

Naoya, while insatiable when it comes to lust, seemed to have only spent the night with you for political reasons. To fulfill his duty of securing the future of the Zen’in—not because he ever harbored desire for you.

Yet, why did you even expect otherwise? For he too demeaned you with cruel commentaries, and with the one thing you were mostly self-conscious about…

“You know, your thighs wouldn’t be that big if you actually worked out or something…”

“Don’t wear that. I don’t want you to show your legs—it’s already unbefitting a woman, but in your case… well, it’s only necessary.”

That was more than enough to finally push you to the edge and do the one thing many were constantly pestering you about: not to eat. Though in your defense, it’s not like you felt like doing so anyways, the voices and faces of those that hurt you were quick to put you back in your place if you even did as little as consider it, ruining your appetite.

And you managed to keep this way for a few days, at least until you began to grow sick, tired, unable to tend to your duties as you did before, which did not escape your staff’s attention, and subsequently, Naoya’s.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??” Naoya would exclaim first thing upon returning from a mission; tired. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the complaints of your lacking commitment, the only goddamn thing you had to do around the estate. “To go ahead and cause problems to my family, taint my name—have you got no shame?!”

“I didn’t mean to…” you murmur, yourself tired as well, due for other reasons, made worse by Naoya’s reproach.

“Then do you mind explaining what the hell were you thinking? What were you planning to do? Get my attention??” He frowns. “Dramatic, but what else could I expect from a woman like you?”

“Please, Naoya… I don’t feel like arguing…”

“No, of course not. You don’t feel like doing anything, do you? Not even eating!” He remarked. “What? Trying to lose some weight, now? Is that what’s gotten into your mind?”

You remain silent, giving him enough of an answer. He laughs.

“So it is that!” He boasts. “I can’t believe it, Y/N! I didn’t think you’d be so stupid to actually do that!”

“Leave me alone…” you whisper, tears beginning to pool around your eyes.

“To what? Puke your guts out, now? Don’t be stupid!” Naoya continues to jest. “I knew women were desperate, but I didn’t think you’d break the mold!”

His words, perhaps out of your already brewing insecurities, or simply because you’ve grown tired of his mockery, wash you over with an unprecedented wave of anger, dropping your heart to the pit of your stomach as you sharply turn around, ready to take a stand for yourself once and for all.

“And why do you care so much, hm, Naoya?!” You cry. “Weren’t you also one of those that always bothered me about my weight? About how embarrassing I am to your name simply because of the way I look?!”

He flinches, startled by your reaction at first, but soon angered by it as well.

“I won’t tolerate your disrespect—” he frowns, yet you don’t let him continue.

“You even ask me to cover myself up!” you gasp. “You’re so—you’re so disgusted by how I look that you—you wouldn’t mind if I spent the rest of my life locked away so you won���t ever have to see—”

“Do you hear yourself?” Naoya seethes, taking your hand and pulling you to him with such strength that instantly startles you, making you squirm in reaction, trying to move away but he keeps you still, understanding you’ve officially made him furious. “Do you hear the stupidities you’re spewing?!”

“Leave—leave me alone.” You whimper, tears sliding down your cheeks. “You’re hurting me!”

“I ought to hurt you more for insulting me!”

“Insulting… you?” you repeat, confused. “How was this insulting to you?!”

“You think I’d let you walk around the estate like a whore? Let you display what’s mine?!”

“Naoya, you’re not—you’re not making any sense.” You respond, shame settling in your heart. “If you’re going to make fun of me—!”

“You’re fucking stupid, did you know that?” Is all that he says before pushing you against the wall, making you whimper when roughly hitting the wooden pillar behind, a noise that is quickly shut by his lips landing on yours, wasting no time for his tongue to battle yours, subduing you. “So fucking stupid…”

He’d murmur, you moan.

“Na—Naoya—” you breathe, torn apart by his desire and your confusion. Didn’t he… dislike you? “St—stop!”

“What is it that you wanted me to do? Stand aside as my family ogles at you?!”

“Don’t you mean—don’t you mean scrutinize?!” you gasp, flinching when his lips move from yours, down to your jaw, then neck… “Stop—stop mocking me!”

“I should feel offended by your stupidity, if anything.” He responds, pulling away from you to take a good look into your teary eyes—as if trying to assess if you really declared such atrocity, or if it was work of his own anguished mind. “Your blindness to acknowledge what I truly think of you.”

“They—they hate me.” You tremble, why would he want you to remember such an awful thing? “You hate me—”

“No, Y/N.” Naoya groans, pressing closer to you while taking your hand once more to move it down to his groin where his hardening cock was in full display for you to feel, destroying the perceptions you had of everything around you—around him. “This is what you make them feel— what you make me feel!”

“Nao—Naoya—” you tremble, trying to move away your hand from his growing length, intimidated that he somehow felt even bigger underneath your palm; giving the impression his desire for you right now was much stronger than any other instances. But… how? Or more likely, Why? “I don’t—I don’t get it—!”

“Do you really think I’d be blind to the way they stare at you? To their futile attempts of bringing you down, of changing you, just so they’d stop thinking what your skin feels like underneath their fingertips—or how sweet your cunt tastes like?” Naoya breathed, continuing to rub your hand against his cock, desperate to let you know how much he needs his release—how he wants to throw this senseless discussion away…

But not without declaring his upper hand, the one he always had with his family, of course. “But they can’t” He smirks. “The moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the perfect wife, the perfect mother for my children.”

The thought of harboring such desire from Naoya made your cunt tighten, the same way his cock twitches.

“They’re just jealous I got to you first.” He continues. “That I was able to see your worth just by your wide hips and ample bosom—you’re the epitome of femininity… but even better—

You’re all mine.”

“But you—but you said horrible things to me—” you cry, his lascivious words still not enough to remove the pain from those awful moments. “Why…?”

“Aw, my love.” Naoya chuckles, cupping your face with his hands and squeezing it so softly, making you pout, a face he always loved to incite from you, amongst others. “I just can’t help it; your reactions are so adorable; you simply make it too easy.”

His hands then travel down to the edges of your skirt, lifting your kimono just enough to reveal your smooth legs to him, the same ones he always had touch and kneed whenever you were close, the mere sight of them enough to make him further spiral into his desire—

If not anger when seeing the flimsy piece of cloth covering your cunt, fingers quick to grab the edge and rip it apart, letting out a quick gasp from your mouth.

“How many times have I told you to stop wearing these stupidities?!” He hisses. “You know damn well than to go against the words of your own husband!”

“But you—you hadn’t touched me.” You fret. “Since that night, we… you hadn’t—I didn’t think it was necessary.”

“You truly couldn’t be any dumber, could you? Just because I’ve been busy does that mean you can go on and disobey my words?” Naoya accuses with a jesting tone that serves to place the direction of his following actions. “My lovely wife is really that naive… luckily for you, I’m the one in charge of doing all the thinking, while you—you just have to stay like this, ready for me…

To take my cock like the good whore of a wife you are, with that lewd body of yours that is only mine. Exclaiming for me to give you a baby, make you a mother, make your hips wider, your breasts bigger, filled milk—”

And the way your body tightens against him, letting out a moan when his hands parted your legs, guiding his cock onto your dampened slit and gently pushed the head into you, let’s him know this desire has settled in the back of your mind for quite some time, but never revealed itself by the stupidities of his own family, his too undeniably.

But after these agonizing days away from you, forced so by his job, if not those insignificant whores his family brought in an attempt to push him away from you, failing to do so for he quickly discarded them as soon as they crossed his sight…

He’ll never let the opportunity to claim you pass again.

Naoya will do whatever necessary to drill that idea into that little, pathetic mind of yours, even if it means fucking you in the middle of the hallway, where all servants and relatives alike would be able to hear his message loud and clear.

The reality they could only dream of in their most desperate moments—but to him, it was only a matter of taking.

“Naoya—Naoya please—not here.” You whimper, your husband had effectively forced you onto the ground and made you take his cock, either from behind, hands and knees on the wooden floor as he teased and kneaded your ass and hips; he was an avid enjoyed of many positions, but this one had to be one of his favorite ones. To see your skin bounce whenever his hips slammed into you, savoring the way your lewd cunt swallowed him whole, down to the base, with no intentions of letting go, regardless of what you said, it was surprising he still had some restraint. “Please—they’re—they’re going to see!”

“Let them.” Naoya moans, the thought of being caught sends a shiver through his spine; and while it’s not something he necessarily advocated for, the constant, tiring need to be proving his authority over you is what forced him to do so. You might as well play along. “Let them hear how tight your cunt is around my cock! How only I can make you come undone like this—”

“N—No—I don’t—I don’t want…!” you whimper, but even when he changed positions, having you on top of him, giving him sight of the breasts he couldn’t wait to see grow when you’re inevitably pregnant, you still do not stop jumping on his cock, moving your hips up and down alongside his, clenching whenever hitting that sensitive spot that always had you seeing stars. “I don’t want to cum—!”

“Then maybe—Maybe you shouldn’t have this lewd body.” Naoya moans, truly believing that he would never be able to stop himself from using every inch of your body for his own pleasure—from fucking his cock between your soft thighs and boobs, admiring the way they completely cover his cock, drowning it in a combination of softness and his own seed, barely able to see where the tip of his head was…

To relieve that same sensation with his own face, asking you—no, demanding you to smother him with your thighs, a sensation that has him thinking if he were to die this way, cock hard, eased by your soft licks and moans, while deep in the sweet taste of your cunt, he wouldn’t mind it, not one bit.

In fact, he hopes that’s the way he goes.

But he’s in no rush to avoid enjoying the present, the warmth of your body besides him when the two eventually stop, careless to acknowledge if they ever gathered an audience, certainly so when Naoya’s mind was firmly set in getting you pregnant, as heard by his following words.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He declares. “It’s about time you give me a heir.”

And you do nothing but oblige, though you doubted all the cum nestled inside your cervix hadn’t done the job already.

“Naoya, you’re—oh!” You gasp when instead of waiting for you to stand up to properly greet him, he lowers down to your level, taking a seat before eventually resting his head over your lap, taking a deep sigh and resting for the first time after a long week of work. “Is… everything alright?”

In fact, you relished the idea. If it meant getting this side of Naoya’s desire, attention you didn’t think to be deserving of, or even capable of obtaining…. Then you were nothing but obedient.

“I’m tired.” He responds, adjusting himself into an even better position and sighing once more. “I don’t want to talk.”

So, you don’t, preferring instead to softly caress his head, moving some of his silky black threads away from his face and letting him relax, enough to dive into the beginnings of his slumber, but not before clearing his mind from one doubt.

“Our baby—”

“He’s fine.” You murmur, placing your hand over your stomach. It’s still very early during the pregnancy to know so, and yet, there was something about you that just made it so obvious that you were carrying a life inside you—

Perhaps it was the way you glowed, or how you became softer with him ever since it was first announced.

Though the latter was mostly the fact that you started to feel… wanted by your husband, a kind of desire that while far from perfect, was enough for you to change your perspective of this marriage, allowing you to open up to him, mostly so when Naoya now defended you from those unwanted comments from his family.

You’re carrying the future of the Zen’in, after all, some decorum must be maintained.

Yet something tells you his changed demeaner ran far deeper than what Naoya wanted to reveal. «All in due time» you suppose.

“I love you, and our baby too.” You say, instinctively taken by this calm moment of domesticity with your loving husband, not expecting a response considering his somewhat cold nature—only to be proven wrong when he turns around to see you, silently placing his gaze on yours in such way that initially makes you think you might’ve ruined this moment, just for him to pull you closer to him, taking your lips in a soft, quick kiss before returning to your lap, closing his eyes and sleeping.

He may not have said it, but the sentiment was the same, and that was enough for you to be happy.

Naoya is still a jerk, but I like to think he eventually got to genuinely care about you. Also, he got real lucky that one time he thought with his dick, imagine if you were a piece of shit too? NAH He'd lose it. He got real lucky that you were nice, I tell you...

Also, I'm still with the pregnancy stuff :) sorrynotsorry.

OH! and also!! It's safe to say that the things Naoya said are NOT a reflection of what I think!! Everybody is beautiful and deserving of love, no matter what body type ❤️

Now, thank you so much for sending this niche ask... I gotta say, I have been thinking about it since I do relate to it............... but I try to keep my work pretty open-ended so anyone can relate :) Still, if there's something you'd like me to write a bit more detailed, just let me know! I'll be sure to try my best tho, some I might reject if I don't feel like I know much about the matter....

Anyways, thank you so much for this ask ❤️ take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️

[lipstickmarks]

Steven to the Rescue

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader Category: Hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff Warnings: none Content: Hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, kissing, making out in public, reader has a terrible horrible no good very bad week and steven is there for her, Steven’s love languages are acts of service and physical touch, reader getting princess treatment, reader is kinda corporate girlie coded, steven being smooth, steven can cook, steven might be slightly ooc bc he is my silly putty and i am bending him to my will

Steven loved his job. He loved going into work everyday to consume any and all things related to egyptology. It’s what makes him able to withstand the abuse from Donna– which is lessened now that he’s been promoted to tour guide and she technically isn’t his supervisor anymore. But today, he simply does not want to go. 

He’s been watching you pace around his kitchen nervously for the past five minutes, checking your phone, watch, and laptop in quick succession. It had been… a less than stellar week for you.

Firstly, your job has been stressing you out by offloading duties onto you that weren’t in your job description because someone else had quit unexpectedly. Then, there was an error with your bank and your paycheck wasn’t deposited so you had to wait an extra 3 days to pay your bills. On top of it all, your phone service provider was having some sort of nationwide glitch so you barely had any service. 

Not only did you have twice the workload but you weren’t getting any of your work emails on time. Plus, you had to be in constant contact with the bank to sort out their issue. It’s why you’d come over to Steven’s flat before work, to use his internet and hopefully get a better signal. Plus, you two wanted to see each other. 

Steven had made some cranberry muffins and vegan egg bites for the two of you but your plate remained untouched while you paced around, waiting for a bar. 

“Love,” Steven murmured, reaching out to grab your elbow. You looked up from the laptop you were cradling in your arms and Steven nearly sighed out loud at the sight of your eyes. Beautiful, but so so tired. The universe has been running his favorite person ragged and it hurt him to see you so downtrodden by life. “You really should eat something before work.” 

You sighed and sat down your devices, trading them for a muffin. Steven cracked a smile at how your demeanor visibly changed once you took a bite. You always swore Steven put some kind of happy elixir into his food because it never failed to bring your spirits up. You gobbled up one muffin and reached for another. 

“Thank you for breakfast.” 

Steven leaned over and kissed the side of your forehead. 

“You’re welcome, darling. Hate to see you so out of sorts.” 

With you finally eating, Steven finished getting dressed. He had to go into work earlier than you did so he let you stay and finish doing what you needed to do. Before he left, he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a soft kiss. 

“I’m off then, darling. You’ll be okay here?” 

You gave him a reassuring nod as you swallowed a bite. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna finish up in a little bit. I have a feeling today is going to be better.” 

Steven beamed at you. He kissed you once, twice, three times and he knew if we went for a fourth, he’d cave and stay home with you. 

“Right, I’d better get going before I lose my job again.” But Steven made no move to leave. He was staring at you with that dreamy look, the one that had been perpetually fixed on his face ever since you two started dating two months ago. Steven was the perfect boyfriend. Gentle, thoughtful, and he adored you so much. 

“Go,” You told him. “I’ll be fine, really.” 

Steven gave you one last squeeze before walking out the door. 

—----------

Steven was finishing up a tour with a school field trip and he was buzzing from how well it went. Usually, preteens were their own unique breed of nasty– making inappropriate noises, laughing obnoxiously, and just generally being awful but a boy and girl had been asking tons of insightful questions, spurring Steven on and letting him flex his breadth of knowledge. And if there was any snark, the teacher shut it down expeditiously so Steven could continue. 

It was probably the best tour he’d given since he started working there. 

Plus, earlier in the morning, the curator had pulled him aside and said they were looking for someone to give virtual tours that they could record and post online. If he got it, it would mean a pay bump and more benefits. 

Things were finally going his way!

The group was just starting to shuffle off for lunch when Steven spotted you, standing off to the side of the museum entrance. His whole face broke out into a grin and his heart skipped a beat, but that elation faded when he saw your eyes. 

You had been crying. 

As soon as everyone was gone, Steven crossed the room to you. You both reached for each other. His hands fell to your hips and you clutched his bicep. 

“Love, what’s happened?” 

You tried to smile but your eyes were bloodshot and puffy. You were holding back tears and you looked like you were on the precipice of a complete breakdown. Like if someone pricked you with a sewing needle, you’d pop. 

When you spoke, it came out small and broken. 

“I tried to call you but my phone—” Your voice died on the word and Steven’s grip tightened around you. 

“Darling?” 

“I came to ask for a favor. My apartment… they called me while I was at work. A pipe burst.” Your lip quivered. “All my stuff is ruined.” 

Steven’s eyes widened. 

“No.”

You nodded, fat tears spilling down your cheeks. 

“They said it’s gonna take three weeks to fix it.” You started wringing your hands nervously and took a steadying breath before you spoke again. “I was hoping I could stay with you.”

Steven’s answer is an immediate yes. 

“Absolutely, love. Anything you need.” 

He couldn’t stand it anymore and he pulled you into a tight hug. Your head fell lamely against his chest and he felt your tears soaking through his shirt but he didn’t mind. Not one bit. You peered up at him, face hot and flushed with tears.

“You’re sure it won’t be a problem? We haven’t been dating that long and I don’t want it to be…” You floundered, searching for the right word but Steven knew exactly what you meant. He caught your hand with his and brought it up to kiss the back of it. 

“It won’t be. It'll be like a slumber party, yeah? We’ll bake cookies and watch films. It’ll be fun.”

You nodded but Steven could tell you weren’t convinced. After the week you’d been having, what reason did you have to believe anything else was going to go right for you? You looked like you were a single moment away from shattering entirely. 

“Do you want to leave now? I can take the rest of the day off. I can find someone to cover my afternoon tours.” 

You shook your head and wiped your eyes.

“No. No, I have to go back to work. We have an important meeting.” You sniffed. Steven’s heart broke seeing you like this. You just looked so defeated. 

Steven thought hard for a moment. How could he make this better for you? How could he lighten your load? 

“How about this? I’ll pick you up after work. We’ll stop by your flat and get anything we need and then we’ll go back to mine, hm?” He brushed the falling hair out of your eyes. “We’ll get a takeaway, watch your favorite show, I’ll even let you braid my hair if you like.” 

You chuckled a bit. 

“Can we get dessert?” 

Steven kissed your forehead. 

“Anything you want, love.”

You nodded and a genuine smile returned to your face. 

“Alright, well I better get back. I’m on my lunch break and it’s gonna take me 15 minutes to get back across town.” 

Steven stopped you before you could leave.

“Darling, have you eaten lunch?” 

You looked sheepish when you shook your head. Steven wouldn’t be having that. Wordlessly, he laced your fingertips with his and lead you down to the employee lockers. He opened up his where the only contents were a book of Egyptology, his spare glasses, a Tawaret funko pop, his lunch box, and a picture of you taped to the inside. 

He pulled out his lunchbox and placed it in your arms.

“Steven, no.” You gasped. “I can’t take your lunch.” 

You took his lunch. 

No matter how much protesting you did, Steven insisted, waving off your concerns with a promise that he would get something from a food truck at lunch. He hailed a taxi for you before you could argue any further. 

“Steven, I don’t have cab fare.” You said with wide eyes as the taxi pulled up. “Remember? My bank–”

He pulled out his own wallet and handed the driver his bank card. 

“Can’t have my beautiful girlfriend going across town on public transport. Someone might steal you away from me.” 

You flushed. Your stomach was doing happy flips from feeling so taken care of. Steven took his card back from the driver and tucked it away. You were full on crying now as you wrapped your arms around him and weeped into his chest. 

“It’s alright, love.” He murmured in your ear. 

You pulled back to kiss him. It was eager and much too sloppy to do in broad daylight on the steps of his place of work but you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Thank you for going to all this trouble for me.” You mumbled as you pulled away. 

“It’s no trouble at all, love.” He opened up the cab food for you and didn’t shut it until you were inside. “I’ll pick you up at your office at the end of the day, okay?” 

You nodded and Steven leaned his head through the window to give you one last kiss. 

“Last chance to play hooky with me for the rest of the day?” 

You giggled and shook your head. 

“Tempting, but no. I’ve got to go be a grownup.” 

Steven smiled at you and mouthed a silent “okay.” He stepped back onto the curb and once the road was clear, your cab pulled out into the street. 

Once Steven was out of view, you opened up his lunchbox. He had a habit of overpacking in case he was stuck on the bus for a while and needed a snack, which came in handry because you were starving. You ate his sandwich, chips, soda, half a bag of grapes, and a cookie. 

At a red light, your driver turned back to you. 

“Your boyfriend is so sweet!” She swooned. 

“You don’t know the half of it.” You giggled. “This is his lunch.” 

She gasped.

“Shut up! That is so cute! Oh my gosh, you’re so lucky.” 

You grinned.

“Yeah. I am.” 

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The rest of the afternoon went painfully slow for you.Thankfully, you got so busy with work that you temporarily forgot you were broke, without a phone, and temporarily homeless. 

When it was finally time to go, you headed toward the front desk, intending to use the landline to call Steven but when you stepped into the hall, he was already there. You had to do a double take at first because you thought you might have been dreaming or seeing things. But no, this was real life. 

Steven Grant, your nerdy, sweet, perfect boyfriend was chatting to your office receptionist with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“I never realized the museum was free! I always thought it cost money, that’s why I haven’t brought my kids.” The receptionist said, embroiled in a conversation with Steven. 

“Loads of people think that, actually but yeah it’s free entry. It only costs money for tours. Though, if you’re bringing your little ones, I can’t recommend the tours enough. You get loads of extra information that just reading the pamphlets won’t give you. Not to toot my own horn but I give a pretty educational tour if I do say so myself.” Steven said with a relaxed smile. Ever since he’d been promoted to tour guide, he’s been so much more sure of himself. He’s still the goofy, sweet, bumbling nerd he always has been but the constant exposure to his passion has cushioned him in a cozy little bubble of Egyptology, vegan baking, and you. How could he not feel content? 

“I think I’ll take them next weekend.” The receptionist said as you arrived at the desk. “I’d like a tour with you as well.” She looked up from scribbling the museum information on a Post-It note and saw you. “Oh, here you are, darling! Does this sweet man belong to you?” 

Just as she asked, Steven held out the bouquet to you. Red roses, pink tulips, white calla lilies, and some hydrangeas to fill it out. 

“He does.” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. You took the bouquet from Steven and smelled the flowers. Steven gently pulled your purse strap off of your shoulder and took his lunch box out of your hands, holding them both and holding his free hand out for you. 

“Are you ready, love? The cab’s waiting.” 

Do not cry. Do not cry in your place of work. Do not cry because your boyfriend is being so sweet and you’ve never felt this cared for in your life. 

To avoid your voice coming out high and squeaky, you nodded and took his outstretched hand. Bidding goodbye to the receptionist, he led you out the doors and into the cab, leading you home. 

*****

It feels strange.

You’re not sure why. You’ve spent the night at Steven’s flat before, had dinner, read books, spent all night in his bed, but this felt different. 

You were standing in Steven’s bathroom, hair damp from your shower. The second you got back to his flat, you’d made a beeline to the shower, eager to scrub all of your misfortune off. And you felt so strange, so out of place. 

It was a little more intimate knowing that you’d be here for three entire weeks, which put a decent amount of pressure on a fairly new relationship. You and Steven would be seeing each other in undesirable states, have to give each other space, and somehow maintain the dynamic of your relationship despite these new circumstances. 

You unloaded the grocery bag of toiletries that you picked up from your flat on the way here. Thankfully your hygiene essentials and skincare weren’t damaged. The same couldn’t be said for your clothes, though. 

At least it was the weekend and you didn’t have to worry about outfits for work. You could just lounge around in the sweater and boxers Steven had given you, or nothing if you preferred. Steven certainly wouldn’t mind. 

“Love?” Steven’s voice came through the bathroom door. “The food just got here. I’ll queue up a movie for us.”

“Alright.” You called out. “Be out in a minute.”

“Take your time, darling.” 

What on Earth did you do to deserve that wonderful, wonderful man? 

After changing, you stepped out into the living room where Steven had arranged the takeout boxes, poured you a glass of wine, and queued up “Tangled” on the TV. 

“Steven…” You plopped down on the couch next to him. “We could’ve cooked, you didn’t have to order out for me. I don’t want you going to any trouble for me.” 

Steven looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes that only love could be the catalyst for. He took your chin between his fingers and angled your face to meet his lips in a sweet, slow kiss. 

“Darling, why would it be any trouble to care for you?” 

And just like that, as quickly as a match burns out, all of your anxieties and apprehension faded away. You didn’t feel out of place in Steven’s flat or mistreated by the universe. Here, in Steven’s arms, you only felt loved.

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

♡Dear Diary♡

September 15,2024

Heyyy girliesss I am really going to try and keep up with posting my diary entry’s for you girlies I love sharing my life with you girlies and I know a few of you have said you find it relatable and motivational<3 

♡Education♡

The fall semester has officially begun and I'm just trying to get a hang of everything. I am taking a total of six classes this semester wow I knowwww. This is going to be a bit stressful but I want to make sure I can manage my blog and get schoolwork done because I love my blog so muchhh. All my professors so far have been so nice and don’t seem like they will be difficult to deal with I know some professors can be a lot to deal with. I plan I download some notion planners online that I find and ill share them with you girlies if I find some good planners.   

♡Mental♡

July and August were very hard months for me mentally which is why I needed a break from creating I felt like my life was all over the place and I had no control over where I was going. I needed that time to figure myself out and thought that time I did. I am in a much better space thank god! Sometimes it is okay to get away if you need to especially if you have other people around you that you tend to pour into. You can’t pour from an empty glass you must be overflowing so take time away if you need it babes<3333

♡Physical♡

I started the 75 soft on September 1st. I am still on my weight loss journey. I have been consistent and sticking to what I need to do. Of course when my mental health wasn’t the best I wasn’t making the best decision for my physical health that is still no excuse but I'm being honest. I have been working on my relationship with food eating in moderation and walking. I started from ground zero with my wellness journey to reset everything and I’m happy I decided to do that. 

♡Hobbies♡

I am taking up new hobbies this semester my college has a lot of clubs and I plan on joining a few hopefully just to get myself out there. I have joined the hiking club we are going on the first hike of the semester this Saturday I am so excited!!! I also have been reading I started reading this book called “The Defining Decade” If you are in your 20s or your late teens I highly recommend reading that book. In this book, the author discusses the 20s and how we can use those years to benefit us in the long run instead of letting them pass us by. I am on chapter two so far and I have gained some gems. I can’t wait to finish this book.

Have an amazing weekend my lovessss and continue to affirm yourself, push yourself, and enjoy yourself. You are right where you need to be in life right now and you should enjoy every bit of It love youuu girliesss<33333

[punkpandapatrixk]

Slow Mornings~♪

Hello lovely peeps. I'm popping in to say that I'm so sorry I haven't been as productive as I’d hoped. I had all of these plans, and literally 3 years’ worth of content ideas, but my body has not been able to catch up! I’m now behind on all of the readings I’d scheduled for the entirety of October XD

The truth of the matter is a little bit convoluted but I’ve been both experiencing a series of burnout—autistic burnout, which I didn’t even know was a speciality thing—as well as being in this healing phase where my body simply wants to catch up on sleep, after years and years and very long years of being on edge. There was a meme I forgot to save that says something to this effect:

'Your body is healing from years of trauma; you’re not lazy. You deserve this peace.’

Actually, the above could as well be a mash of two—or three—separate memes LOL Here’s another good one from a sub maker that I feel captures just thee vibe I’m feeling right now:

‘Maybe you're simply perceiving how a lovely sensation of closure & calm gently fills the air around you, feeling a little sleepier than usual. Or maybe you can sense how a massively positive change is coming, seemingly eager to go with it and that's great as well.’ – The Witch of Drown Shadows

I believe many of you reading this could relate as well. A new beginning is on the horizon for sooo many of us who’ve been on a soul-search to liberate ourselves from the chains of the toxic Matrix. I hope you're doing well, and excited for what's to come before the year even ends ^o^v

Forget the grind, leave behind soul-sucking deadlines, and enjoy the slow mornings~♪

Naturally, I’m going to be more productive again once I’m done stabilising myself—all mind body and spirit aligned. I’m not saying this out of a sense of ‘obligation’; that all people ideally must be a productive member of society. No, not that. I really want to get productive on this blog because I’ve a shit ton of good content in the works XD

I’ve so much new content on career, luck, character glow-up, soulmate friendships!!!, celebrity life, life purpose and other esoteric shit I’m eager to put out \^-^/ Not to mention the fiction that’ll go on Wattpad. I’m making progress on Punk Panda Stories but slow…very slow XD

For now, I’m aiming to post one PAC every week without fail. I’m just going to expect this much from me in the meantime, so as not to burn myself out on the psychology level just yet. When you expect too much from yourself, the stress could deter any progress instead, right?

This is especially true for those who don’t necessarily have a deadline. But that’s the thing, I don’t wanna strangle myself with deadlines anymore. So I’m not gonna work like that anymore. This ain’t 9-5 corporate, girl. Stop thinking like that! Is what I’ve been telling myself. Gotta change the whole way I approach my soul-work~♪

Until the end of the year, I’m teaching myself to enjoy slow mornings™️ I’ve been starting my day with just cleaning myself and my room; having a breakfast of lemon tea w/ a dollop of strawberry jam + a CVS croissant; playing a game on my dusty-but-trusty old PSP when I’ve got the time; and reading a few chapters of an actual book.

In the afternoon, I’ve been back on teaching myself ballet and strengthening my vocals. It’s nice. I feel very healthy and like myself again, but better <3 We were born into this world to enjoy our hobbies and hopefully, ideally make money alongside those hobbies <3

Never forget that, girlies. Hard work doesn’t suit us <3

How the Boredom Epidemic Ruined Hobbies by Nicole Rudolph

[lazysublimeengineer]

“......What’s that girly looking guy doing here?”, someone snickered.

“He must have mistaken this for an idol audition?”

“Can he even play soccer? Looks ain’t got nothing to do with it.”

- when I was reading Chigiri's part in the light novel, I couldn't help but think that even if he was a guy, he suffers from the some of the same problems that a woman faces in the society.

Like you're being judged by your good looks instead of the talent and what you can bring to the table.

Because of how pretty damn attractive Chigiri was, it's not that hard to take notice of him easily especially with that fiery red hair and ruby red eyes of his. However, it also comes at a disadvantage because people had questioned him and his skills when it comes to soccer before he proves them wrong.

That kind of prejudice with other people had a silver of similarities in real life. Some people might've encountered this in real life and when you stop reading and think about it, yeah, it happened to me once.

I guess that is one of the reasons why Chigiri has been the most interesting character for me from the start. He was created by the author as a standard, bishounen boy but he was a well rounded character. He wasn't nice by any means but possessed an array of interesting characteristics that makes him more human and a tad bit relatable sometimes despite being a downright gorgeous character.

I'm just really intrigued on where would the author takes his character route in the future arcs. Hopefully, he'll rise up higher in the top ten and got a higher offer because he certainly deserves it for carrying the Manshine City into his back.

[whywasthissohardtomake]

Now for the second post i thought if while in the car!! This one is more fic & shipping focused (tho not just ship fics) so if that aint ur style, my apologies

this book series is sooooo good for crackships & aus & outsider povs. Weve already gotta a ton of the last one obviously, but we could do more!!

The thing with large diverse casts of characters and an extremely lovable mc is that its ripe for crackships. I feel like i could ship jason with every single person in this entire fucking book & come up with a new dynamic & story. Ive been spoiled by large fandoms where theres those niche writers plugging at obscure ships & ideas & now im part of the obscure fandom!! (I will hopefully do my part but my ability to consistently output writing is shaky at best. 2k in one day & then 0 words for four months. Im that kinda girly. But again nothing til im done.)

but yeah like there is so much potential. Like what if jason stayed in uhh southeast (?) quarry village number 4 and married hyram & they raised his daughter together.

give thadwick the redemption arc i was thought he was going to get & idk he and jason get together

put jason, sophie & belinda in a throuple. Put jason belinda & jory in a throuple. Put jason in polyamorous relationships of all kinds!!

unship related. Mrs landry pov outsider of the aftermath of farrah’s death. Rufus & gary just never coming back. Jason packing up his stuff. Jason coming back to get farrah’s rufus’ & gary’s (i think hes the one who did it or mrs landry sent it over or packed it up for jason to take) seeing that tragedy unfold but from a more distant perspective.

anyway, i love clive/jason & any other ships. I will almost certainly read all 74 fics on ao3 because its 74 & i can make it thru that much. But the potential!! The potential for such a variety but also just more of the same popular stuff that is also good!! (I am trying not to knock any fics because i care so little as long as its well written).

anyway, as always, pls no spoilers!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Replies about the girlies we posted yesterday!

There was another ask related to them, but it’s a hc one, so I’ll reply to it later… hopefully soon…

Anonymous asked:

How the hell do the tweels or malleus find bras to fit their ginormous honkers or do they just ties ropes around punch bowls?

Come on, Anon, Malleus has never worn a bra (or any piece of clothing for that matter) that wasn’t custom-made exactly for her~ I think she has a very nice collection of all kinds of bras, but they’re mostly gothic-looking black lace ones.

The tweels could also wear custom-made bras, they probably own some pretty fancy ones, but also? I’m pretty sure they can still find their size in shops, although trying to find a good fit is a pain in the ass that they complain about sometimes. Things were so much easier underwater…

Ropes around punch bowls would be a life hack I guess…

Anonymous asked:

DEAR GOD I LOVE TITS.

BIG SAME. SPEAK YOUR TRUTH ANON.

Anonymous asked:

Idia’s little bitty boobies are cute.

Thank you! I think so too <3

Anonymous asked:

the way i jumped in excitement when i saw the boobs post

TIDDIES! WOMEN!

love that you made leonas hair short cause only male lions have manes

the flatbread club being two of the smallest girls in school and idias tall ass next to them lol

Thank you so much, Anon! I am happy this post excited you hehe.

Thinking about the Savannaclaw girls was interesting because of how different female species are for both lions and hyenas… Leona’s personality would also probably be a bit different, but I didn’t want to change much just for a boobie sketch, so yeah short hair it is lol

Idia’s tall ass 😭 One of these things is not like the others…

Anonymous asked:

I do not think it was intentional, but I love that Silver and Lilia are in the same pose for the tit drawings 🥰 like mom like daughter... Even though their expression and vibe is 180 to each other ❤️

I agree with you! Silver is unintentionally picking up Lilia’s mannerisms but in a very different way lol (I’m trying to hide the fact that I am unoriginal)

I am very happy you like their (unintentional) duality <3

Anonymous asked:

i appreciate yet again that Ortho can go naked uncensored in the tits out post

Yeah, THANKS ORTHO, at least one person could survive without a huge-ass black square censoring her entire body 😔 Although I’m not sure if Ortho is happy about it, she probably wants to participate too!

[msallurea]

🎀Welcome to my blog🎀

Hi butterflies, my name is Allurèa but you guys can call me Bonnie. My blog consists of multiple topics but the main things I will be talking about is:

Manifestion/Spirituality

My daily life/personal interests

Personal development/mental health

Self care

Advice/tips

A space for littles/age regressors

🧁🎀Although my blog is meant for the public this blog is also very personal for me since it is basically my digital diary/journal for me and my journey to become the girl of my dreams and actually take myself serious but hopefully and faithfully my blog can also help guys just as much as girls become the dream version of themselves as well!🎀🧁

10 things to know about me are:

I'm blasian and a virgo sun, cancer rising, aries moon (I have a nack for wanting to learn deeper in astrology)

I love writing and scrolling through pretty pics on pinterest while listening to songs that make me feel pretty

I'm obsessed with soft sweet pretty desserts and pretty drinks

I love being pampered, getting all cute, reading/listening to smut, anything that's romantic in general (im a hopeless romantic💔)😍 and a good laugh with close friends

My favorite color is pink, pastels, neutrals and purple(specifically lavender) but I have a soft spot for red and periwinkle blue

My favorite animal are bunnies, butterflies and white tigers

Winter is my fav season because I luv fur and cute boots

I dislike rude ppl, yelling, fake ppl, negative energy in general, dirt, bugs, liars, mean people and the smell of coconut (it can be highly nauseating when it smells too strong)

I love organizing stuff and making them pretty (despite me being ironically unorganized, I'm working on that 😭)

I'm obsessed with pretty/beauty related things in general

BONUS: my favorite flower are cherry blossoms/sakuras, peach blossoms, roses, lotus flower, Magnolia flowers (my state flower😍) and hibiscus flowers; I'm an age regressor/little which is another reason I made this blog to help with that as well

My dms and asks are always open if you ever want to talk about anything, ask anything, and/or have any suggestions for posts/topics you want me to talk about

You can find my rules here: 🎀

My Girly Diary side blog

My new girly blog is @allureasdiary, this blog will be mostly focused on pure manifestation/my manifestation journey

Other than that that is all darlings, I love you I can't wait to see how this turns out 💗

[josukebrainrot]

Please do more bucci gang headcannons i take anything!

a/n: I just got this and was going to save this for last, but I couldn’t sleep last couple of nights and started thinking all of the general hcs for bucci gang I have . So, here it is !!

WHY DID THIS TURN OUT SO LONG ???!

warnings: sfw and nsfw hcs (will be separated), giorno x mista shipping, light abba x burno and fugo x narancia, mentions of risotto team.

General Bucci Gang Headcanons

sfw

starting with my love for giomis. mista can’t sleep without having some weight on him, and somehow mista can convince giorno to sleep on top of him when they’re together. giorno won’t admit to mista he enjoys it just as much as he does

abbacchio can’t stand white wine. he only likes red and occasionally rose but only on special occasions

fugo’s way of calming down is to bake stuff, i think his favorite to make would be lemon squares for some reason

talking about lemons, despite his name meaning orange, narancia has a skin allergy to citrus fruits. he can eat them but if the juice gets on his skin it will get broken out and all

burno’s love language is remembering his loves one favorite things and giving them gifts related to those out of the blue like its just another tuesday, he will also do the same on special occasions

burno definitely helps abba put his crown thing on everyday

trish, fugo, and giorno definitely have to force mista to have proper hygiene

not saying its bad but it probably only showers once-twice a week and only brushes his teeth when they feel yucky

abbacchio loves soap operas not those crime drama ones he hates those but those dramatic cheesy ones with evil twins and shit

bruno on the other hand loves crime drama ones especially the lifetime movie ones

mista and narancia FYCKING HATE modern day mtv

narancia is somehow the only one of all the men who does in fact use 3 in 1 shampoo

mista used to use 2 in 1 until giorno came along and stopped him

burno has whole skin care routine

narancia hates the smell of axe body spray

it’s really most fragrances but axe is the one he hates the most

mista thought axe body spray was a replacement for showering for awhile

so did abba when he was a cop but thats a whole another can of worms

narancia looks like the type to collect coins and bills from different countries

bruno knows how to make excellent home made pasta, he def learned it from his father

trish makes fugo go shopping with her because she can’t mista and giorno to go in public for something like that

fugo collects different types of bugs specifically butterflies and moths

trish is pompompurin girlie tell me im wrong

mista is the my melody person of the group

btw abba is badtz-maru, narancia is kuromi, bruno is hello kitty, fugo is cinnamoroll, and giorno is keroppi

i know risotto’s group is supposed to hate brunos but i just know abba and prosciutto are friends who got together every couple of mouths to play poker/cards

fugo favorite animal crossing character is marshall

don’t get me started on the other members of the gang favorites

mista, narancia, ans trish definitely would force the others to see the barbie movie

abba sneaks out to see oppenheimer-

nsfw (hopefully this is short)

abba definitely has a dick piercing (idk which one but he does)

mista wants one

mista has collerbone piercings tho

fugo would have a tongue

(why aren’t this nsfw bc abba with a piercing got thinking about the others)

abba definitely uses his stand to replay his partners orgasms

fugos stand has definitely come out/started appearing when he was horny once

if you know of my one piece blog i once talked about how law would definitely use his devil power during sex (he can remove limbs, hearts, switch bodies, and switch places with things with it) same goes to bruno

he’s used his stand power on his partner, unzip their head off and-

fugo is the type to fuck in a library, on multiple occasions

feel like all of them would be into food play

especially fugo and bruno

i know for fact that giorno has asked mista “is that gun in your pants or you happy to see me” and its 50/50 chance of mista having his gun in the front of his pants or not

WHY DOES GIORNO DO THIS I DON’T KNOW ???

i think the whole mista needs to have a weight on him to sleep is also a sexual thing too. I feel like he likes to have his partners on top him when doing the deed 🤷🏻‍♀️

*cough* fugo’s into bondage *cough*

do you think giorno can use his stand powers on cum?

bruno and abba have strong cucking/voyeur vibes. one likes watching the other fuck someonex but its not like bruno is into abba fucking someone, its both of them. both are into seeing the other fuck

hands down, abba is consenting head pusher. he will only push a persons head during a bj if they consent to it

all these mfs are consent kings/queen btw

fugo might be into cnc tho

why am I making fugo the kinkiest

narancia doesn’t get shit, i feel like he would be very asexual in my mind like he makes sexual jokes and all but hes not really into it and all

someone here is into wax play but I don’t know who- well we know fugo probably is but abba maybe

WHY AM I MAKING FUGO THE KINKIEST HES TRAUMATIZED NOT HORNY AH

mistas into biting and face sitting

also collars-

mista biggest no no is car sex because you know-

WAIT- no I think fugo would still be into library sex despite what happened

melone invited abba and bruno to a sex club once

also maybe a strip club

prosciutto and abba kept making bets on who would get fucked up the most, etc

guess who got fucked up the most

[theambitiouswoman]

Hey! Has been a while, hope you had good holidays girlie! 🩷

Lately I’ve noticed on myself that I am really hard on people. I almost never can take jokes, I take everything very seriously and I am sensitive about a lot of stuff. Could you please give me an advice in how I can improve this and a little bit more of sense of humor? Thank you!

Happy new year baby!

Maybe you have outgrown them or find their conversations/humor interesting or appealing anymore?

Alternatively maybe something may be bothering you and you could be projecting that? You may want to sit with yourself and figure out what exactly you are "annoyed" about when it comes to other people. Are you happy with where you are in life? Are you disappointed in yourself ? Do certain conversations trigger you? Do you feel like you want more? Maybe it's that your priorities and interests are just different now, but you're still trying to hold on to a version of yourself that related to these things before.

Hopefully one of these things resonates <3

[pixaho]

Hi, how are you? I’m glad I checked with you first so I wanted to request something that’s been on my mind for a while, and I’ve tried to see if other high & low pages could do it but I guess they couldn’t so hopefully you will do it

Angst & fluff

But do you think you can make one

Reader is dating kizzy & kaito

& Reader Being Rocky’s younger sister

She’s girly & prefers to keep to herself

They’re both protective of her

The 3 of them try their hardest to keep her a secret, nobody knows (she’s related to rocky & dating Kizzy and kaito ) except anyone apart of their group, so she’s not in any type of danger, anyways she wait for Kizzy to pick her up from work (while rocky and & kaito are off doing business or something)

Doubt tries to find ways to take white rascals down a long the way of stalking them they finally find out that rocky has a sister They go looking for her then to get her back Again I apologize if it too much

I want to see a brother and sister moment with reader and rocky.

And a moment with Kizzy and kaito if you need to change somethings or add some stuff in please do

Secrets, Secrets and Secrets | Kizzy x Girly!Reader x Kaito

Author's note | I will absolutely do this. I actually love this idea so much, and I'm sorry for being a lot later than expected, I was asleep and then had to do chores. Also hello! I am doing good, I hope you're doing well. I hope you enjoy this! I know Kizzy is a girl, so bear with me about the whole looking like a boy effect, I decided to give them they/them pronouns.

Word Count | 1216

Warnings | Angst, kidnapping, mentions of kidnapping, doubt in general. Cussing, obvs.

Snippet | You're in a secret relationship with Kizzy and Kaito, only they and your brother, Rocky, know. They keep it a secret from everyone as you tend to keep to yourself. When waiting for Kizzy to pick you up from work one night, you suddenly get snatched. Now they must find you.

Masterlist High&Low Masterlist

It wasn't easy keeping you a secret due to how Kizzy and Kaito were. It wasn't hard for Rocky to keep that secret. Only a handful of people knew that you were his sister, and almost nobody knew that you were dating Kizzy and Kaito. They loved you, and you knew that. Even if you kept to yourself often due to your fathers actions when you were younger, you still loved them.

The usual things that happened everyday were you working your 9 AM to 11 PM job, your significant others would be there at 11:30 PM sharp to pick you up or your brother, and then you would spend the rest of the night with the people you cared for.

Here you were, standing outside, shivering in the cold as you didn't bring your jacket. You were wearing a black top and a matching black skirt with your apron from your job. You didn't seem to take in the surroundings much as you never really had to worry about danger. With Rocky being your brother, many of the other gangs in SWORD knew not to mess with him by using you, but they didn't know you were his sister. They thought that you were just another girl that Rocky took in. That is, until Doubt found out who you really were.

You had been standing there for at least an hour, wondering where Kizzy was since Kaito and Rocky were both in a meeting with Sannoh Rengokai. Suddenly you notice someone drive past, a black van, before it abruptly stops. You sense a weird sort of danger, everything in you is telling you to turn and run. But right as you do, you get hit in the face with someone hard. Your vision blurs as you look at who did it as they bend down to grab you.

~ Time skip ~

It had been hours that you were gone, Kaito and Rocky had both gotten back to Club Haven where Kizzy was. The scene had looked weird to the both of them as Koo attempted to calm them down.

"What is going on?" Rocky speaks up, looking around, a feeling that someone in missing or in danger.

"I got there and she was gone. I'm telling you there is no where she would have gone. Something is wrong!" Kizzy tosses their hands in the air, panicking. "All I found there was her bag, and a Doubt symbol sprayed into the wall next to where she works. That is not a coincidence and you cannot tell me otherwise."

"Kizzy!" Rocky raised his voice, something he rarely did. "Where is Y/N?"

They shoot a worried facial expressing to him and Kaito, clearly being bothered by the whole situation. Rocky didn't need to hear anything else, he had felt it and he knew you were in danger. He wouldn't admit it but there was goosebumps on his skin. The club wasn't cold at all but he had a hundred thoughts about what could have happened to you.

"Perhaps," Koo starts, making a worried glance between Kizzy and Rocky. "Doubt?"

"It's obviously Doubt. Sannoh Rengokai said that they were back, and they would look for any chance to get back at you Rocky." Kaito's low voice speaks up. He fidgets with his gloves, avoiding eye contact at any and all cost.

Rocky takes a deep breath, focusing his eyes on Kizzy. "When did you get to her work place?"

"I was an hour late because we were still cleaning up and I lost track of time."

"Was anything left behind apart from the Doubt symbol that was of hers?"

"Her apron."

He looks at Koo. His eyes shift from everyone in the room to the damaged apron that is in Kizzy's hands. A million thoughts rushed through his head, his poor baby sister is somewhere out there being possibly harmed by people who wanted to hurt him. It didn't just scare him, but it also made him angry.

So for a couple of hours, White Rascals spent the time fighting Doubt members. Granted it took a while before they could actually find out where you were located, and by a while it took a whole day. You could hear the sounds of fighting from the room you were in, you were bruised and hurting in multiple places. Your body ached from the amount of kicks and punch's that had been thrown.

Suddenly the door where you were in opened, the light slightly blinded you but you could tell it was a man, breathing harshly. He regains his composure, and as your eyes adjust you realize it's Rocky. He rushes over to you, quickly untying you before throwing his arms around you.

"I'm so sorry, Imōto." He's hugging you, not too tight to help your injuries. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just hurt a lot." You quietly speak as he helps you to your feet. His arm wraps around you to keep you from falling.

"I had a feeling and I knew I should have left that meeting," He starts, some of his words sound broken as he tries not to cry. "If I had left then you wouldn't have been hurt this bad. It took us so long to find you and I am sorry."

You lean your head on Rocky's shoulder, everything feels heavy and almost everything hurts. A flood of relief washed over your body like a cool wave in the middle of summer when you saw your significant others. Granted they were both dirty and bloody, they looked happy that you were okay.

"Rocky," You begin, mumbling. "When I get patched up, can we just chill out, no fighting or drama for the day?"

"Of course." He squeezes your shoulder a little. Your eyes fell close as you exited the building, falling asleep.

When you awoke, Kizzy and Kaito were right beside you picking a movie out, food in Kaito's hand and a remote in Kizzy's. You move a bit, grimacing at the sudden sharp pain in your side when you attempted to sit up. This alerts the duos attention as they both look down at you.

"Hey, how are you?" Kizzy bends down, moving a piece of your hair out of your face. They seem to be relieved that you look a bit better.

"I'm doing fine. Where is Rocky?" You question, taking in a deep breath. Kaito points behind you, which takes you a while to turn over. When you do, you're met with your brothers sleeping face. Peaceful. He looks tired, so this was his chance to sleep. He's holding something in his hand, which you squint to get a better look at. Your baby blanket. He was that worried that he had kept it all these years.

"He didn't want to leave your side." Kaito turns his head to the side a little bit as you smile. You had kept a few things from your childhood, these consisted of your blanket, a few bracelets your sister had made you, and a letter that your brother wrote for you when you had just been born. You lost the other stuff but ended up keeping the blanket.

"We made you food." Kizzy plops down onto the bed, placing a kiss to your cheek.

[funtimesale123]

gn reader x bowser fan fic fourth chapter

You have breakfast and get to know the Royal Koopa Family a little better

(Also read the notes at the end for a little more info on things in this chapter)

Ugh…

You notice unknown weigh on you as you start to wake up.

Hearing multiple small voices some attempting to whisper but basically yelling in a whispery tone instead.

"Guys you're gonna wake em up!" Says the one you're most familiar with

"So this is the human from another world, huh? They don't look that special." Says a more girly voice

"Hey! The Human is very special!!! They were very nice to Morton and helped Morton golf!" Booms the loudest voice of the group

"..."

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I wonder if they'll like my tricks. Larry says they were fun to play golf with even if they're not the best" says a very bouncy and hyper voice

"They're probably just like the other humans like that scaredy cat green one or dumb meanie red one" says an agitated and rough voice

"Hey! Don't be mean, Roy. We haven't even given them a chance yet," says a very eloquently spoken voice

"Yeah! hehehe! and we can show them all our cool gadgets and battle strategies!" Another voice says

Groggily you finally open your sleepy eyes looking around to see you're surrounded by the koopa children with Roy and Wendy on you.

Oh… yeah… yesterday was real… and you really are in Bowser's Castle… surrounded by his eight kids… who have now started an argument over you.

Sigh

Welp while they're distracted you sneak off to the bathroom to hopefully tidy up a bit.

As you close the door you can still hear the now muffled sibling squabble.

You look around at the gorgeous and gigantic bathroom. The walls of course match a similar theme to the rest of the castle. Blacks and dark grays with fiery red highlights. You look over to see a bathtub/shower that's probably big enough to be jacuzzi.

Man, nearly everything in this castle is so much bigger and grander than what you're used to.

You notice something folded up on the counter with a note.

"Clothes fitting for the guest have been provided as well as possible necessities such as a toothbrush and toothpaste, both scented and unscented soaps, colognes and perfumes, hairbrush and other hair related products, and Basic beauty products and/or makeup. These can be found in the drawers and cabinets."

Setting the note aside you look over the clothes given to you

They're in a similar style to what you're currently wearing if not a bit more fancy. They're also seemingly made of the same materials as yours.

All in all the clothes are basically just a slightly fancier version of what you'd usually wear.

You set the clothes back down before washing your face, brushing your teeth, and doing whatever else then getting dressed.

As you step out the kids suddenly stop their arguing. It seems no one but Ludwig actually noticed that you'd gotten up.

As you walk in you remember that you technically haven't met all of them yet. You awkwardly wave.

"Um… Hi?"

"Tsk. At least they no longer look like some hobo even if it's not that much better." Roy mumbles

"Yeah, right?" Wendy whispers to him

Suddenly the twins were all over you!!!

Lemmy asking you childish questions while simultaneously showing you his tricks.

Iggy invading your personal space inspecting you and asking more invasive scientific questions.

Jr. Quickly runs over as Ludwig casually follows

You stand there dazed till Jr. Is able to calm the twins down as the three are bickering Ludwig introduces himself rather egotistically.

"Well hello there, I am Ludwig von Koopa, the eldest and most intelligent of my siblings." He boasts, puffing out his chest.

You notice Larry wave his wand showing a few images to talk and soon Lemmy translates

"Yeah!!! Larry's right, we're just as smart as you!!!"

"Hey! hey! hey! You're supposed to be tellin em who ya are guys!" Bowser Jr. reminds his siblings

"Oh… yeah!" Lemmy rolls his ball closer to you before excitedly saying "My name's Lemmy! Look at my trick! Look! Look! Look!" He then flips landing upside down on the ball on one hand and flipping and landing right side up.

"Wow!" You clap at the young koopas acrobatics as he giggles and bows

"My turn!" Iggy says nearly tripping over his twin to get to you. As he introduces himself he quickly starts to ramble out questions before you can even answer.

"I'm Iggy! You're from another world right, I'd love to study the differences in your anatomy and physiology! Do you have any unusual talents or abilities? Maybe we could run some experiments!"

You chuckle at Iggy's enthusiasm, but also feel a little overwhelmed by the bombardment of questions.

Before you can even respond, Roy pushes Iggy out the way and rudely introduces himself.

"Name's Roy or whatever " he grumbles before crossing his arms.

"Hey I wanted to go next! Hmph." Wendy pouts she then shoves Roy out the way as he yells about kicking her butt if she pushes him again to which she completely ignores as she introduces herself

"I'm Wendy and it's a pleasure to meet… Me"

"It is" you say as you indulge in the bratty princess's antics

As all the koopalings once again start talking at once, Kamek appears and not surprised by the children's behavior in the least simply announces

"Breakfast is ready, and young royals I urge you to try to not overwhelm the guest as being in an environment new to oneself can already be quite overwhelming."

You nod appreciatively at Kamek as he poofs off

before starting to chat with the koopalings on the way to the dining hall and throughout breakfast, learning about their personalities and interests.

Bowser chimes in occasionally about his children's many different accomplishments and skills.

Seems the Koopa King's pride isn't only limited to himself but to his children as well even if they're not related by blood it's clear he deeply cares for them nonetheless.

And despite their differences, the koopalings and Jr. all share a strong bond as siblings and a love for their family and kingdom.

You take a deep breath, realizing just how chaotic it can be living with the Royal Koopa Family, but also feeling a bit charmed by their quirks and personalities.

Notes

Man this is probably gonna take some getting used to ain't it…

(having played golf with Larry and Morton as well)

Sorry for retconning the story a bit

but I just had to have the koopalings play a more major story role cause I feel they don't get enough love

also sorry if the koopalings seem off, their characters haven't really been fleshed out as much in the games as Jr.s or Kameks

Also something to note is that Bowser's Castle in this story is based off of a combination of the Mario kart 8 track Bowser's Castle, Bowser's Castle (Arcade) from Mario Kart Arcade GP, and Bowser's Castle from Paper Mario: The Origami King.

so I'm basing them off of a combination of how they act in multiple appearances but mainly "The Adventures of Super Mario Bros. 3" show and the "Nintendo Adventure Books" and just changing the personalities a bit to fit the game versions

I'll probably draw up some reference images of a few of the rooms I've described and maybe make a rough castle layout as well as draw a height chart that includes the koopalings soon so be prepared for that ^v^ anyways sorry for the massive notes and hope you've enjoyed the story so far <3

[crystallinestars]

Hello! I stumbled upon your blog (I dunno still pretty new to tumblr despite being here for years. I don't interact much >_<) while gobbling up the Avenstelle buffet here in tumblr <3.

Anyways. I read the anons asks and your response and omygosh…I've never felt such a relief to find people who shares the same sentiments T_T. Especially the ones with Kaveh and Alhaitham? Gosh. I've never felt so validated about my feelings. Let me get started with Alhaitham.

Okay so in gacha games, (wuwa, hsr, gi, ak, r1999, etc.), I'm a husbando collector. I love collecting the men because they're hot and my eyes love them lol. So…essentially, I also pulled for Alhaitham. I loved him so much, like his personality, his design…I'm smitten. But after how I am bombarded with haikaveh shipping almost every socmed I go, twt mostly, I began to loathe it. Like, I don't really care about shipping. The shipping I only liked is Avenstelle in hsr, yet the incessant shoving of Haikaveh as canon to my face, even though they are not really canonized, just turned me off with Alhaitham, and subsequently, Kaveh as well even though I wanna love him too :(.

It makes me sad that the fandom pushes the only "correct way" to see this characters. How about us, who just wants to have some pixel husbandos for ourselves (lol sorry for the self insert). Kaveh also looks nice and he seems nice and I wanna love him too seeing as we are of the same profession (I'm an architecture student, hopefully passing our thesis and graduating next year!). I am also still on a mission of finding his mom in Fontaine rn (still waiting, hoyo, still waiting…)

Anyways, I am truly glad to see the same sentiments and knowing that I am not alone in noticing this toxicity happening in the fandom coz, what happened to platonic relationships? I dunno, but I really wanna see a heartmelting one and not a shipping one. Aaa I rambled too much haven't I? I'm nervous since this is my first asks. But I just wanna say that you made me feel safe and my heart is overjoyed. Thank you so much. <3 I'm gonna go for now because it's 12:51 am in my country and I need to sleep hahaha! Have a great day!

(Ah, may I please be 🌊 anon? Thankiees!)

Hello 🌊 anon! Thank you for working up the courage and taking the time to write to me. It made me so happy to read that my discussions with other anons made you feel safe. You are definitely not alone in feeling ostracized by the loud portion of fandom. And oh my gosh, you're an architecture student?! That's so cool! Good luck on passing your thesis!

I completely relate to your feeling of losing the love you had for a character due to their popular ship. I'm a Kaveh girlie, but I also like Alhaitham quite a lot since he's a very interesting and relatable character. Unfortunately, the prominence of haikaveh on every social media I visit, and the obnoxious claims of shippers that they're undoubtedly canon, tainted my view of him. I want to love Haitham, but some days it can be hard because seeing him triggers some negative feelings, though I try to push them down. I didn't care for the ship originally, but the behaviours of it's shippers really ruined my perception of it and BL as a whole.

It's only natural you feel that way since so much of the fandom looks down on self-shipping and gatekeeps characters from us. The way Mihoyo handles Haitham and Kaveh in particular doesn't help the situation for yumejoshi, which makes it feel worse.

The only way I find I can have fun is to block and mute all accounts who support the ships I don't like, and peacefully enjoy the content I like. Don't look at comments or the character tags for the sake of your mental health. It sucks that you have to restrict yourself so heavily, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to keep yourself happy.

If you want to find more people with similar sentiments, feel free to join my discord group! There are lots of people who share your views (and who love Alhaitham), and we also have discussions about fandom and characters, and share fanart and fics. It's a bit like a support group for those of us terrorized by the toxicity of fandom. If you don't want to join, that's perfectly fine. No pressure.

I'm glad you found me, though I'm really curious how that happened lol I don't post any Avenstelle here (though my twt is basically pure Avenstelle and Kavehlumi), so it's a wonder how you found my blog by browsing Avenstelle posts. Regardless, welcome! I'm happy to have you here 😊