#I DREW HIM GOING 🥺 WITHOUT MEANING TO

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HE SAID '🥺' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙊𝙪𝙩 · 𝙟𝙝⁸⁶

summary: Trevor isn’t a fan of how Jack’s changed for his girlfriend.

warnings: use of y/n, kind of angsty, more fluffy, trevor being kind of a bitter friend,

word count: 1.1k

authors note: i really liked the request prompt but i struggled to write it. to the anon who requested it i hope it doesn’t let you down 🥺



Y/n’s laughter echoed through the restaurant, a melody that seemed to seep deep into Jack's soul. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her throw her head back, revealing the small, delicate spot on her neck where he knew her pulse would be racing. He knew if he placed his lips to it just how the noise she would make would sound. Her hair, usually pulled back into a tidy bun, had come loose and now framed her face in a halo of curls. It may have been two years since they started dating, but Jack still found himself completely and utterly captivated by her.

As they finished their dinner, Trevor nudged Jack and motioned for him to follow him to the bathroom. "Look," Trevor whispered, "I know you love her and all, but she's holding you back, man. You need to live a little, go out with all of us, have some fun." Jack sighed, feeling torn. He knew that Trevor was his best friend, but he also knew how important y/n was to him. He didn't want to lose her, no he couldn’t lose her, but he didn't want to miss out on all the adventures he could still be having with his friends.

"Why don't you come out with us anymore?" Trevor asked bluntly. "You used to be the life of the party. Now you're just...different." Jack hung his head, unsure how to respond. "I just want you to be happy, man. I really think you're making a mistake by staying with her." Trevor opened the bathroom door and walked back towards the tables. It was purely happen chance he was even here and Jack was too. Trevor on a date while Jack was on one too.

The two boys returned to their respective tables, Jack couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in tightly churning in his gut. Trevor was on to something; he did miss going out with all their friends and having their crazy adventures. But y/n was everything to him. She made him feel loved in ways he had never experienced and supported him in everything he did. It may have only been two years, but Jack couldn't imagine his life without her now. He knew he couldn't continue like this, though. Something had to give.

That night after dinner, as the two walked hand in hand through the park, Jack managed to gather up the courage to confront his new worries with y/n. "Hey, there's something I want to talk to you about," he said, his voice barely registering over the children still playing on the playground. Y/n stopped and turned to face him, her eyes instantly filled with concern. "What's wrong, Jack?"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much. You know that. But I feel like I'm missing out on a lot with my friends. I want to be able to spend time with them like I used to." He looked down at his girlfriend who drew in and chewed on her lower lip, clearly being hurt by his words.

"Jackie, I thought we had talked about this.. I thought you trusted me enough to know that I would never stand in the way of your friendships?. If anything, I want you to have them in your life more. You are my life, today, tomorrow, hopefully next week and further, but I want you to have a life outside of me too. I love you more than you probably think I do, but that doesn’t mean we always have to be together.” Y/n told the sweet boy standing before her. He was awestruck while she was speaking.

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deception. An action he instantly felt guilty for. He should’ve never let his friends inside his head. Seeing nothing but sincerity, he exhaled slowly.

"I guess I just... I just need to find a balance, huh?" She nodded, wrapping her arms around him. "I'll always be here for you, jackie. And I want you to know that I understand. We'll figure this out together."

The next weekend, Jack and y/n arranged a "double date night" with Trevor and his newest girl. The four of them went to one of the local art galleries, something y/n loved to do, afterwards they went to a cozy Italian restaurant for dinner.

As they walked side by side, Jack was overcome with a sense of excitement and anticipation. Both had been building within him since the plans were made. For the first time since meeting y/n, he felt like he was truly experiencing something elating again.

The entirety of the night was filled with wholesome laughter and conversations about everything and anything, as both couples shared stories and experiences, and found common ground in their shared love for art and food. Y/n and Trevor even managed to strike up a conversation about their favorite artists and sport teams, which surprised Jack and made him smile. He had never really thought of his best friend and y/n having much in common, but it seemed like tonight was proving him wrong.

“Seems you picked a good one Rowdy.” Trevor snickered referring to y/n. “I’m glad you changed your mind about her Zegras. But I didn’t just pick a good one, I picked the best one. At least for me.” Jack was smitten with her and Trevor fake gagged. Earning himself a laugh from all of them.

While they finished their meals and sipped on their respective drinks, the atmosphere in the restaurant shifted ever so slightly. The lights were dimmed, and a soft, romantic medley filled the room. Jack caught y/n glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, an expanse flush of warmth spread through his chest.

In that moment, Jack realized that this was exactly what he needed: a balance between his relationship with her and his friendship. He didn't have to choose between them anymore.

As the music continued, Trevor and his date excused themselves to the dance floor, leaving Jack and y/n with a moment to themselves. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling practically screaming out her love for him and Jack himself was flooded with a rush of his affection for her.

He leaned down, gently brushing his lips against hers, whispering a quick intimate “i love you”. He placed another kiss on her lips, meant to be soft and innocent but as their kiss deepened, the warm, content feeling of love and happiness spread throughout both of them.

The rest of the night flew by in a blur of conversation, laughter, and dancing. They all truly seemed to enjoy each other's company, and Jack couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected gift. As the night drew to a close, they agreed to get together again in the coming weeks. Trevor and Jack said their goodbyes before everyone went their separate ways.

“Y/n?” Jack called out softly from beside her. She glanced up at him, as if to ask him ‘what?’ “Thank you for tonight. I really appreciate what you’ve done for me. For us.” She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. “I love you, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you but I hope I keep staying lucky.” Jack brought her hand up to his lips placing a quick kiss to the top of it.

[satoruhour]

Loved the recent sukuna racer au 😭😭😭🩷🩷 can you elaborate a bit more on geto in the same racer au? 🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷

LLOROMANNIC

a/n: thx 4 this ask anon, this is rlly long bahaah i hope u enjoy! more context here. for recap, reader is in japan for an exchange programme.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: (fluff @ the start, smut comes in later) virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex, n*sfw under the cut

no one really knows how the two of you became so close after that fateful meeting. they’re still wondering how you drew suguru in so effortlessly — some say you planned it, others say it was just by chance, but you’re not too sure yourself when all you can focus on is the racer beside you muttering into your skin a year after.

it was a(n almost) blissful six months when you first start out. that day he did keep his promise, winning the race without breaking a sweat and you cheer for geto unconsciously, catching the curious eyes of gojo and nanami who exchange looks — maybe you’d finally be the someone to capture geto’s heart.

geto made an effort to u-turn back to the corner he was parked in with the passenger side to you and he leans over to open it for you, but in return it just gathers more attention. “shall we go?” you try your best to escape the prying eyes of the tokyo crowd, and with a wave to the other two, geto is speeding off once you’ve gotten into the car.

“so… why’re you driving me there?”

“why cinnamoroll? berry and cherry’s a hundred times better.” he comments, and much to your dismay, he just answers your question with a less serious question than yours.

“why not?”

“well i mean…” was this man really about to lecture you on sanrio characters? his explanation is brief, but detailed, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh — although a snort still leaves you — just as he turns into the next carpark that you were supposed to go into instead and he’s asking what? like he didn’t just ramble about two sanrio demon characters. 

“eh, it’s just cute that a scary, cool racer guy like you knows so much about sanrio.” you giggle when you watch him find an empty spot, and you’re trying to not let it affect you: the dragon that wraps around his bicep right to his forearm, the tense of his muscles, the addictive line of his jaw that trails all the way down to his collarbone—

you don’t notice your choice of words until geto uses that chance to fluster you instead.

“it’s just what?” he’s all up in your personal space like he was earlier before pulling away — a quiet, chilling tension that sends your hairs standing, left arm going behind your seat to park his car perfectly in the lot. his jawline is accentuated by how he turns behind to reverse (he hopes parking effortlessly would get you to like him more); suguru’s good at always making you want more, you realise that.

“cute.”

you’re mumbling and once he’s got the car in, his arm comes back round, a teasing hand pressed up to his ear. “what was that, hm?”

and maybe you were wrong to think he was being a decent person among the sneers and mockery of the crowd earlier, and you frown, thinking if you’d really want to entertain him. there’s a dilemma in you: what if he was just like the others, the loud, cocky ones who only ever cared about their cars? suguru looked just like the part, too, and if you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up being a trophy piece for him to bring around.

you just sigh. “thank you for driving me, geto-san.” it’s rigid as you say it, an inner turmoil within you; you hope it doesn’t show.

and he immediately regrets his silly question. he doesn’t blame you for standing your ground especially after the whole spectacle before the race started, watching in defeat as you slam the door to his Mazda a little harshly. hurriedly his eyes dart around the dashboard for paper, messily scribbling down an apology together with his number, along with some cash — he did promise to treat you to something in that cafe, but he was confident you’d want nothing to do with him; for now, anyway.

“hey, i’m uh— i’m sorry. it was out of line, enjoy the event, ’kay?” geto genuinely looked sorry, a sheepish smile spreading across his face and he hurries away before you can say anything. he’s lamenting over it upon returning, talking to gojo who could barely care and nanami who’s zoning out, about how you looked so innocent and stunning by simply sitting in his car.

and you? you’ve resorted to telling yourself how you’d only send a message to the mysterious number only after getting back home, after a shower, paper creased and unintelligible at some point that you almost typed in a ‘6’ in place of an ‘8’.

you’ve broken your own rule already once you’re stepping foot into your home because your finger immediately opens the empty chat, hovering over the button to send the message you’ve drafted two hours ago. your heart pounds and you feel dizzy — you never wanted to die so bad before.

suguru’s mood remains sour until later in the evening where an unknown number texts him with a faceless photo of a cup of cinnamoroll cappuccino and a crème brûlée with cinnamorll’s face on the caramelised sugar. he knows it’s you from the outfit you wore earlier and geto can’t help but smile, dwelling on what he could say to you that wouldn’t sound stupid.

god, geto was a racer. he was supposed to be cool and a natural at flirting, but he can’t believe he’s already deleted his drafted message for a fifth time, not noticing how you fluctuate between being online and off, too.

he doesn’t answer you like an idiot because while you’re nervous over the simple text, geto wants to tear his hair out — until he gets an idea; he’s off the bed in a minute, hastily grabbing his leather jacket and putting his hair into a bun.

eventually he manages to say something that sounds nonchalant.

[19:23, geto → UNKNOWN]: enjoy your cinnamoroll coffee?

suguru waits patiently when you type and stop, and type and stop, and he uses that time to sprint to his Mazda and to speed to a close-by 7-eleven. he was sure to find some sanrio merchandise in the store, face lighting up when he comes across a mediocre cinnamoroll keychain — and after a small battle with himself he also adds a duo berry and cherry keychain to the pile — he just needed to figure out when to give it to you.

a notification interrupts his daydreams.

[19:29, UNKNOWN → geto]: better without you here

he knows you’re joking with the way you send a sticker after.

[19:30, UNKNOWN → geto]: but thank you for the treat.

and for driving me

and for the number

geto chuckles, paying and leaving the store before he lets out a breath.

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: want to come out for a drive? i really want to apologise for earlier

and every doubt ceases to exist, your contemplation ending right there, head snapping to your clock to look at the time. if you could get dressed fast enough—

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: and also i just… want to get to know you

i’ll meet you at that same parking lot where we met. i’ll wait for you, okay?

—you could see the mysterious, brooding racer again. despite your outburst, you couldn’t deny the adrenaline you felt sitting in his car, bickering over which character was better, seeing the raise of his eyebrow on his attractive face. you don’t trust yourself to type anything else so you simply send a thumbs up emoji, jumping up to get ready in the darkening and freezing tokyo landscape.

shouting out an excuse, you bid goodbye to your parents and race out the door, white wisps of your hot breath appearing as you reach the car park in record time, seeing him nervously leaning against his Mazda. you smile. seems like you weren’t the only fidgety one.

“how’re you doin’?” geto clears his throat, but you just grin, getting into his passenger seat. the tips of your fingers tingle, you hoped the adrenaline would help you even a little.

“you called me out because you want to show off, right?” that loosens suguru a little, letting out a laugh at your unexpected comment.

“sure did.”

the next hours are spent speeding through the streets of shibuya, with you scared out of your mind at first. but when geto looks over to you with a blinding smile, you ease into his leather seats, slowly getting used to his sharp and precise turns.

geto is focused on drifting on specific turns, smile fading into a serious expression as he slams on the break and changes gear, steering the wheel sharply and you find yourself staring freely, a smile tugging on your lips at how so damn good he looked at the moment.

the night ends up with letting you try out the car for a bit, and even geto is surprised at himself because his RX-7 was something he cherished deeply, but to let someone try it was beyond him. he’s laughing with you, telling you that drift racers do not need to use turn signals and you burn in embarrassment, but other than that you have a good time, a quietness settling as he pulls up to your host home in japan.

“come to my next race?”

you bit your lip. you can’t lie, geto suguru is handsome as hell and you’re already hooked, unaware how the other wants you just as bad.

“sure thing, suguru.” the first name seems to catch him off-guard, even more so when you lean over the stick shift to peck his cheeks. 

geto spends the next five minutes touching the skin where you kissed it, the loud rev of his engine reflecting exactly how he felt.

geto suguru was a goner.

every text, every call, every outfit (by god, geto did not care about what he wore, until he got with you) was for you. geto suguru was the gentlest with you, always asking if you’re okay with whatever he does. a hand on your waist, a peck to your cheek. he eases into the relationship, a plethora of night races lined up in his roster since he didn’t want you to miss any classes. nor could you underperform, because if your grades weren’t up to standard, you’d be sent home — your actual home back in your country. it came easy, though, apart from the sneaky makeout sessions in between geto telling you you used ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’ in your essays.

“y’know you don’t have to wear it, right?” geto laughs, placing a kiss to your temple while your mouth twists at the shape of the miniskirt, gifted to you by his sister who had worn it in the same scene, too. your boyfriend only whistles when you place it to your front, hands tightening just a little around your waist when he sees just how short it is.

“so?” you emerge from the bathroom a little while later, his oversized shirt on you looking a bit weird with the miniskirt but his breath hitches when you pull the top up, admiring the way the miniskirt hugged your figure so well. “i’m not sure if i like it, su…”

“that’s cause you’ll need other sort of tops, baby,” geto simply smiles, beckoning you over with a hand. it’s criminal how easily you follow the gesture, moving to stand between his legs. his rough hands leave hot trails of fire along your thighs, inching dangerously close to your ass. “you’ll need,” an unsatisfactory kiss on the denim of your skirt, suguru frowns, “a crop top,” a kiss to your hip bone. “or maybe a halter,” a kiss to your other hip bone, “a tube top,” a kiss to your stomach, “or maybe even a cami?” the grin geto gives you is sickening sweet as he lists them off one by one, each kiss getting closer and closer, from your hands to your shoulders, until they finally reach your face and your heart is beating like you were in fucking seven minutes in heaven.

“how’d you know so much?” you’re twiddling with the hem of his oversized shirt.

geto exhales, placing a sweet kiss onto your lips, “when you’ve been racing underground for quite a bit… it’s easy to pick up on the fashion. but—” he melts all your worries away when he takes your cheeks in his hands, “but even if you weren’t dolled up, i’ll still be lookin’ at ya. you’d still be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“my prettiest girl.” suguru mumbles, getting lost in your lips again with a promise he’ll take you shopping the next day.

you ease into the miniskirts soon enough. though you don’t exactly abandon your old style, you also love the freedom of wearing teeny skirts with skin tight tops, legs and ass on display for all to see while geto simply smiles no matter what you wear. he thinks you look stunning either way.

“what do you think?” geto asks inwardly if you were really the same person who loved cinnamoroll, legs on display and safety shorts hugging your ass so well as you twirl around in your room — geto wasn’t opposed to just panties, either; he knows he can throw a decent punch. you’re donning the piece of apparel so well that he feels himself getting hard.

“i think my baby looks gorgeous,” suguru smiles, sauntering up to you before wrapping his bigger arms around your middle before coating your face and neck with kisses but your mind’s wandering into the gutter with how you can see both your figures in the mirror. you’re thinking just what it’ll be like to fog up the mirror with your shaky breaths as geto rams into you from behind, but you snap out of it before he notices, turning around in his embrace to land a kiss to his lips.

“a good luck kiss for my racer boy,” you giggle, hands getting lost in his hair. you’ve become more bold too, geto realises and he decides that maybe tonight he’ll have you before you leave to finish your university semester and his heart clenches at the thought of you leaving — six months is six months, after all. having to resort to facetimes and timezones and late night messages is the reality, but he’s willing to try.

if it’s you, he’ll try.

one thing led to the next; it was your miniskirt riding up your legs, it was the way you ran up to him after he wins, jumping into his arms knowing these were your last few days together. just like how you were obsessed with geto suguru, he was besotted with you.

“is this okay with you, (y/n)?” the way he says your name has you wishing he would do it over and over in that pleading voice of his — it’s just the first of many.

“you’ll be taking my first, suguru.” you mumble out as his lips trail from your jaw to neck, and it makes him freeze. maybe you shouldn’t hav—

“you want me to be your first?” geto asks breathlessly, like he’s been told he won the lottery. he couldn’t believe how you’ve been untouched this whole time, yet your sultry gazes and untamed hips say otherwise.

“you’re such a little minx, teasing me and shit, but you haven’t lost your virginity?” his fingers caress your cheek and you preen at his tone, leaning into his touch. 

you hum and smile, “i never lose.” and you giggle when he laughs, capturing your lips in another kiss. the playful mood fades into the prior one, feeling the other get rougher with his kiss while his hands start to wander more.

“tell me to stop whenever and i’ll stop, okay, sweetheart?” you nod, squishing his face in your hands.

“i’ll be okay, su,” you grin before wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him onto your needy cunt. he’s already hard, a dark spot forming at where his tip was. “i’ll be okay, especially when i fuck myself thinking it’s your cock.”

suguru’s jaw drops just a bit and he craves you even more by then, flipping up your skirt and pressing kisses along your thigh. he was determined to wipe the sick little grin off your face. he was determined to make you cum so hard you’d regret teasing him at all.

you hardly have any attitude for him once his tongue meets your pulsing clit and groans into your core, licking an experimental stripe up your folds. “better than your fingers?” suguru grins when he glances up and all he can see is your head thrown back, a subtle nod that’s got him back into feasting. he alternates between flicking your bud and sucking harshly, his calloused hands that you always admired around the steering wheel are now on your thighs, spreading them apart when you start to close them. by now your skirt’s soaked from how wet your pussy is, mewling and whining for your lover for more.

“you taste so fuckin’ good,” geto mumbles into your folds, giddy on the tangy sweetness of your juices that he has to reach down to squeeze his cock, “my girlfriend’s pussy tastes so good.”

“f-fuck… suguru don’t stop—” in the large bedroom, it’s filled with moans from you and the lewd sounds of your pussy, which escalate into a shriek when he’s suddenly pushing you up, weight transferred onto your shoulders and neck, not before making sure you have a pillow under you. “su—!”

“oh— ooh shit!” geto easily manhandles you as he props you up, your body bent uncomfortably while your hips continue to buck in his mouth and you aren’t sure where your legs go. it gives him better access to your cunt as he dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging into your clit while you’re clutching onto his forearms for balance; his front supports you perfectly. geto’s onyx eyes bore into yours when he eats, moaning softly when he feels you clench around his tongue.

“you close?” he commits you to memory: how your toes curl and your stomach contracts. how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he feels so tense too, cock twitching in his underwear that it’s begging to be in you. “my baby’s g’nna cum, hm?”

“y-yes— ’m close mmf...” you can hardly manage a nod, moans escaping in between one worded sentences and you’re sure your legs are shaking from how good geto was giving it to you. with the hands that spread you out, one goes to your nipple to pinch it while the other plays with your clit, pressing and rubbing on it and a choked suguru leaves your lips.

“cum,” the one word has so much command over you, paired with the ministrations he was so skilled at that you’re clenching around air when you reach your high, euphoria crashing down on you with how you see white and your body feels tired already. “that’s my pretty girl, god, you’re cumming s’much.”

it takes awhile for you to come down from your orgasm, but despite your fatigue you already find yourself wanting more when you shoot geto a grin, heart fluttering at how he massages your thighs and bring you back down.

“you okay?” geto mumbles, pecking your knee softly, inwardly smiling at the way your legs still jolt and shake at your climax, “got my princess shakin’ and all.”

you giggle before you’re pulling him toward you, tasting yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, jumping a little when geto slips in a finger easily. you’re easily moaning into the kiss, reeling from just how one finger feels in you, slipping in so easily just how soaked your cunt was. 

gotta prep you for me, ‘kay? he whispers against your lips before a second goes in and you have to break the kiss to whimper. relax, baby, suguru’s voice is so intoxicating that you’re doing the exact opposite. you’re so tight that geto has to take a moment, imagining what you’ll feel like around him, but it’s not long before you’re begging for more that he starts moving his fingers into your cunt.

they are soft, gentle on you that you’re already tugging on his waistband, swallowing geto’s chuckle and comment about just how eager you are. in that bedroom, you’ve gotten him on his knees just by existing, pussy still drooling and your body contorted in such sensuality that he’s already worshipping you unconsciously. you gasp a little when he finally removes his underwear, eyes fixated on the pretty dick he’s got in his hand, leaking so much pre-cum just from eating you out. he makes quick work to grab a condom out from his bedside drawer.

“i’ll make it fit. gotta relax, yeah?” he hums into your skin before he rolls the condom over his cock as you watch, impatient. along with some lube, he smears your juices around with his tip, relishing in how you squeeze his forearms.

and when geto suguru sinks into you for the first time, tip nudging past your folds and stretching you out at first, a long whine leaves you just as geto groans out because you’re so warm inside that it’s got him dizzy. your eyes try to flutter close but geto mumbles that he wants to see how good he makes you feel, body hovering over yours like it’s forbidden. but he knows if he sinks into you with the feel of your tits on him, he wouldn’t last.

“s’big, suguru— ah!” eyes struggling to stay open, your arms hang around his neck, the feel of the rubber in you not entirely pleasant but suguru hitting all your spots is enough to make up for it. you’re just dripping and dripping non-stop that it leaks right down to the sheets before the other bottoms out in you, a teasing grin on his face. “told ya it could fit.” the stretch is borderline painful, and like a good boyfriend, he waits for a few to get you accustomed.

you roll your eyes with a soft smile, taking deep breaths before you feel like you could handle him, “move, please…”

“gettin' to it, my love,” geto’s cock is so big you swear you can feel him in your stomach, mouth dropping open when he moves slowly, grunting at your clamping hole, “i don’t think i can last long, baby.”

you breathlessly laugh, “yeah, me e-either.” your back arches off the bed as suguru starts to find a pace, thighs already burning from the taut pull of his muscles, something he’s done unconsciously because of how divine your cunt felt. with a hand you’re rubbing at your clit, evident it’s your first time when your hips are already bucking in mini shockwaves, sucking in his length that it’s not long before you’re moving your pelvis to meet his.

there’s the squelching noises of your pussy and little pants leaving you, pussy already convulsing around him with the release of the twist in your stomach. you’re clenching as you cum hard on his cock and it drives the other crazy, the tightness of your entrance that restricts his movement that he settles for short thrusts just to orgasm, spilling heavy loads of cum into the condom. geto groans into thin air, hips stuttering and pulling out incase there’s a rip in the rubber. it’s obvious you’re still unfamiliar with each other’s body in such an intimate setting, stuttered apologies and cleared throats, but soon geto’s leaning down to lock lips with you to quell the first-time awkwardness.

“was that okay? are you hurt anywhere?” you shake your head with a smile.

“that was more than okay, suguru,” you’re sleepy from the race, from the late night, and it’s clear all you want is sleep. it’s clear when you melt into suguru’s embrace and his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest when you find his hand to twine your fingers together, with his other one rubbing your thigh affectionately.

geto feels that same feeling paired with a certain dread when two weeks later you’re kissing him goodbye at the airport, pink luggage in hand while your nose starts to redden a little. you always know what to say, slowly getting used to geto’s habits. a huff when he’s annoyed, or a quick furrow of his eyebrows when he’s distraught. “it’s not the end of the world, baby.”

suguru only pouts, hands caressing your sides just outside the departure gate. “i know, i just— six months?” 

“you’ll survive,” you smile softly, brushing the bangs from his face, “you did it before me.”

“i know, but now that i’ve known you, you’re all i think about,” geto huffs, “i…”

there’s many more things he wants to say, how he’ll be sure to keep your things until you return, how thankful he is that you (willingly!) gave him an underwear of yours, how he struggles to breathe just seeing your name. he just hopes you’ll miss him just as much, but he restrains himself knowing your flight’s in an hour.

“you’re all i think about, too,” you mumble and swallow uncomfortably, ashamed to have tears already brimming at your eyes, “i’ll come right back after i finish the sem, alright?”

“i’ll hold you to that.” geto smiles, although it’s laced with a sadness, kissing you softly one last time and bearing himself for the countless texts and video calls to your foreign number. you both can taste the salt in your tears, sniffling like a lovesick fool at the immense feelings you have for this man.

love. you haven’t even said the words yet.

as the racer watches you pass through the departure doors, he gives one last glance to the cherry keychain hanging off your carry-on, giving a similar longing glance to the matching berry one on his bag.

geto leaves the airport before anyone can see the wetness in his eyes, too.

[heroes-in-the-dark]

Hi!!!! It's me again with a new fan art, one of several sketches I have pending haha!

In episode 119.5 when toga mentions that Tokoyami gives him his blood, I couldn't help but remember the scene where Ochako tells him that he would give her his blood, in episode 19 of season 7

That children's scene is very symbolic, and I decided to do the version that no one asked me for, but our little fandom needed

Your work has been too special for me, my heart received it with affection and it has a great place in my mind every day, at least I dedicate 6 hours of thought to it a day HAHA! It sounds crazy but it's my Roman empire, and my life changed for the better since I've been following this fanfic

So I basically say this to say, THANK YOU.

And I was wondering for a while , would you give me your permission to make content, like videos about this fanfic? Clearly all the credits of creation would be yours, I only enjoy creating things that I like, that's why I ask permission. Why I respect your rights as an author 🕴️💖

Anyway, I love you, I hope you like my fan art, many more will come jsjsjs😊

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS ONE!!!! 💕😭💕

Your art is so good, and this scene is actually SO important because we're not quite there yet, but I'm really anticipating when Tokoyami and Toga see each other next! Their little faces are so precious I just wanna cherish them both 🥺

Art of these two is so rare outside of this little corner I've written, but this actually means so so much. It's just so perfect, for reasons I can't yet fully explain, and I'm absolutely giddy that you drew this 🥰 so thank you!!!

And you're so sweet! 💕 Honestly, it's been the support and continued enthusiasm from my readers that gave me the motivation to make it this far, so I really couldn't have done it without you! I love how much I was able to explore throughout the story, while giving attention to characters who didn't get nearly enough in canon. And I'm so happy that I can share these thoughts and ideas with others! Especially with how long it's been going on for, this hasn't exactly been a short journey, and you and quite a few others have been keeping up with it year after year. And that's amazing! Thank you so much for being a fan of my work!!!

You can absolutely make fan content! I trust you to credit me and all that, so go right on ahead. And by all means, feel free to share! I'd love to see anything you end up making 😊

[intrepidacious]

fluffy drabble request: going to a winter market with steve? 🥺

keep me warm

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader

word count: 476

warnings: wintery fluff and nothing else 💛 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: i literally just went to my first market of the season earlier today and absolutely loved it 💛 also i listened to keep warm by drew sarich a lot while writing this

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"You didn’t tell me there was a ferris wheel!"

Steve smiles to himself as you tug on his arm again, urging him along towards the far side of the market. The cold air smells like sugar and cinnamon, and a pleasant hum of chatter surrounds the two of you as you pass through the maze of stands.

"I thought you’re just here for the food," he reminds you and you tut at him.

"That’s because you didn’t tell me there was a ferris wheel." You crane your neck. "D’you reckon that’s the line?"

He follows your line of sight past the booths selling scented candles and mulled wine. "I think that’s for those crêpes on the right."

"Perfect."

Immediately, you pick up your pace. Steve just manages to catch your hand in his before you run off and he loses you in the crowd. Your fingers interlace with his automatically, and even though you’ve done it hundreds of times before, it never fails to make a wave of fondness wash through his chest.

"You want to go right now, don’t you?"

"Pleeease," you grin. "You can choose the next thing."

"They haven’t even turned all the lights on yet," he argues half-heartedly. He’s not actually about to deny you when you’re this excited, no matter how he’s planned out this evening in his head.

"We’ll just have to go for another round later," you reply with your most innocent face, and he rolls his eyes fondly.

You pass a child eating a hash brown the size of their head who’s looking at Steve with wide eyes. He tucks his hat down a little, giving the kid a wink.

"Oh, that’s how it is?" he says as you round the corner, the actual queue for the ride coming into view.

"Yes," you tell him happily. "Well, if they let me back on. I still fully intend to eat my weight in funnel cake and potatoes."

"I expect nothing less." He leans closer to your ear as you’re walking, adding, "And I’m not above using my cap card if it means we’ll get to see the lights."

"See, this is one of the reasons I love you," you say, squeezing his hand as you settle into the line.

Honest to god, Steve’s never going to get sick of hearing you say those words. That little felt box is burning a hole into his pocket. Patience, he tells himself. Don’t just blurt it out.

And then you lean back against his chest as you wait, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand, and Steve … well, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been this perfectly content before in his life. So if he maybe whispers his question a couple of hours earlier than he’d planned, his arms wrapped around you to keep you warm, well, who could blame him?

[gucciwins]

i miss harry so much :(( could you write a little blurb for us to see what harry and y/n would be up to today? even if it’s only 300 words idc i just need some harry content🥹🫶

had no idea what I wanted to write or if you wanted to see a specific couple of mine but I do hope you enjoy this for now 🥺 love you

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Autumn was his favorite season. 

He loved the cold, always being bundled up in a jumper. Gave him even more of a reason to visit his favorite coffee shop. It didn’t hurt he also got to see Y/N, the pretty barista who always drew a flower by his name. 

It’s actually where he was heading on this drizzly morning. He had finished his workout and thought he deserved a treat. To his surprise, Y/N wasn’t behind the counter waiting to greet him with a bright smile. Of course, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up; he knows she has to get a day off. 

Harry goes to the counter and orders a black americano to match his mood and chocolate croissant. 

“Not big on flavor today?”

He turns around and finds Y/N looking up at him, having overhead his order. “Hi,” he greets in a fluttery breath. Y/N always recommended a drink, but it seemed he didn’t bother today. “Uh, I wasn’t sure what to get.” 

Y/N laughs, “I’m sorry if that’s on me.”

Harry is quick to shake his head. “A bit in the clouds today. Didn’t want to think too hard.” 

“Mhm…”

“Off today?” Harry asks, wanting to keep speaking with her.

“Yeah, I was in the neighborhood and wanted a coffee before continuing the day.” 

Harry smiles, “where are you headed, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Y/N steps closer to him. “Oh, I’m headed to the park to do some reading. Nothing exciting.” 

He’s intrigued, though. He wants to ask her what book she’s reading? What is her favorite genre? If she had one, she’d recommend for him. Before he could ask any of those questions, she excused herself to grab her coffee, and Harry thought that was it. He’d go back to admiring her from afar. In came a crowd of people, and he seemed to lose sight of her and instead decided to wait for his coffee and go from there for his day. 

Harry looked around one more time in the buzzing cafe before walking out. He decided to turn right when he heard a yell of his name behind him.

It was Y/N.

She rushed over, her tote bag slipping off her shoulder. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” 

He shakes his head, assuring her it’s okay. 

Y/N brushes her hair back, a sign telling him she’s nervous. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me. Only if you’re free,” she adds. 

Harry bites back his smile, knowing he might have never gained the courage to ask her out, but glad Y/N made the first move. “I’d love to join you.” 

It’s how they find themselves walking to the park and settling onto a dry bench as the morning drizzle seems to have passed. Harry could listen to Y/N talk all day. He learns she has lunch with her parents every Sunday and has a baby tabby named Gus, after her favorite romance character. She shares that while she loves making coffee, it’s a means to an end while she gets through university. Y/N has a year left and knows time will fly by after the holidays. She tells him that she loves jackets and can never go without one. She can also be very forgetful, meaning she’s gone through her fair of keys to her flat. Y/N switched it up on asking him questions, but they always seemed to go back to her, not that she minded. 

“Can I confess something?” Harry tells her after he returns from throwing away their coffee cups. 

Y/N beams at him, “course, Harry.” 

“Uh,” he thought it’d be easier to confess his feelings, but he felt his heart in his throat. “I think you’re amazing, and I’d love to take you on a date,” Harry breathes out.

Y/N feels her face flush at his confession. She places her hand on top of his and gives him a squeeze. “I’d love to go on a date. Though this felt like a date to me.”

Harry agrees but promises their second date will be even better. Y/N excuses herself after seeing the time after giving Harry her number. 

“Don’t make me wait for a text, Harry.”

“Call you tonight? We can plan out our date.” He offers. 

Y/N nods, “sounds perfect.” 

She walks away but pauses a few steps away as if she is debating something because he can ask her if something’s wrong. Y/N walks back over to Harry and places her lips on his cheek. It was a short kiss, but he could feel her lips' softness. Y/N pulls back with a sheepish smile, laughing as she sees Harry’s face turn red. 

“I’ll see you, Harry.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he breathed out, locked in a trance. 

It’d seemed this Autumn would forever hold a special place in his heart. 

[whipped-cheese]

FINALLY FINISHED THEM!!

Grrrgrgr it has been a wip for decades-

My fish babies!! Aaaa :D

Esmeray!!

Aaaaaaaaand Sulien!! :]

[click for quality]

Fish Duty au

EEEEEEEE!!! *Confetti!!*

Ramblings of a madman underneath-

-So, originally- just going to make sun- since I drew him in the little comic I made a while back, but then I decided , why not make a moon too

because-

you know-

no sun is complete without their Moon /silly

So rambling rambling rambling time, info dumping mmm

Wanted to distinct them with their own names-

Esmeray! (or just Ray) -(Sun)

Sulien! (or just sully/sul) -(Moon)

Esmeray means dark moon and Sulien means sun born c:

Sometimes I'll forget so if a say sun and moon at some point it translates to Ray or Sul-

-So the same logic as last time applies,

the lighter size of their face and body is damaged/very sensitive, so the eye that's on the lighter side of their face is very very foggy so essentially, they're blind on that side of the face, soooo half blind. Often causing them to bump into fish or other random things in their enclosure sometimes.

-Usually you only see ONE at a time, but NEVER BOTH.

Often leading visitors to assume that there is only one clownfish in the enclosure that transforms or something when it's night, but really, when it's daytime Esmeray is out y'knoww, entertaining, doing tricks, swimming around while Sulien sleeps and when it's night time, Esmeray sleeps and then Sulien is entertaining, or just glowing around, looking pretty.

You never see them both out at the same time, rarely.

Really unless it's something important or it's something special.

Sometimes they'll both cuddle together in their little cove..🥺 on their sea anemone bed

usually in the late evenings 4-5pm before Sulien gets to go out and roam for the night.

(ray can't fall asleep comfortably, without being close to his brother [happening since they were young] so sulien snuggles with ray until ray falls asleep)

-as I said before- later on down the line, when y/n begins working at a janitor at the exotic fish aquarium, our lil fishy frens kinda gets the memo after a while and starts to draw on a little area of sand that's infront of the glass to communicate and y/n started fogging the glass and writing on it to communicate, Ray (sun) doesn't understand words so they both do little drawings instead.

No one really knows where he learnt it from- but Sulien (moon) knows a bit of English, only a few simple words (hello,bye, mad, you, me, us, angry, food, help, feel,etc.) he also uses the sand.

Performance wise, esmeray does lil heart water bubbles, (or really just any shape, kinda like how clowns do balloon animals and other items) it's something he usually does for visitors, kids mostly. He'll wave, bow, press his face against the glass to be funny, do silly faces that makes the kids laugh, even some regulars that really want to become marine biologist, etc. that often visit the aquarium on weekends that he's very very fond of. He does loads of shows and tricks for people when they walk up to his case, very very active lil fella

the clown fish must perform!! :]

Sulien on the other hand, usually comes out when it's night time, so it's quite rare to see him considering he's mostly active during practically closing time- up until opening hours.

When people do have the rare chance of seeing him at the front of one side of their enclosure, he's not really that active in terms of show BUT he will put on a very pretty light show.

It's absolutely mesmerizing.

Those who get to stay and finish watching it atleast-

The guards are pretty avid on getting everyone out of the aquarium at the designated time.

He also sings sometimes, which is extremely extremely rare-

Guards working there for years have probably only ever heard it twice-

I'll be drawing (mostly sketches) more of them for a little<3

Also- before, I'd prefer posting stuff about my other au 'A Bad Teaser au /lust au' somewhere separate because it's slightly,eeeehhh just a touch suggestive- BUT

I'm gonna redraw and start posting stuff about it here.

Sooner or later (very soon- like I have loads of drawings of them but no where to put it, and I wanna share my suggestive whore men /pos /silly )

[xylianasblog]

Different sides of hate.

Pairings: Tsu’tey x NaviFem reader x Jake

Summary: Old feelings, new feelings, somethings don’t change but maybe they do. Confessions and two stupid males, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: MDNI, threesome, established relationship, sweet talking, double penetration.

A/n: Sorry it’s so late! It’s definitely not proof read so there’s bound to be errors. I really hope you all enjoy this 🥺💕

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

Your brow bones furrowed in surprise, a small scowl on your face as you stared at the male before you. ‘For the love of the great mother.’ You thought.

Your tail swayed languidly behind you as you watched him pace back and forth, his signature scowl set on his thick lips. Such a comical sight it was seeing as you had only just stepped onto the training grounds. It was nearly eclipse and everyone was getting ready for bed, well except you and Tsu’tey apparently.

He had yet to notice your quiet figure standing there watching as he paced around muttering incessantly. You walked in amusement for a moment longer before finally speaking up. “Tsu’tey, what are you doing?” You were surprised at the speed he turned to face her, his eyes softened slightly but the scowl was ever present on his lips.

“Kehe.” He said sharply. His tone did little to his the irritation he felt bubbling through his veins. “What are you doing little one?”

His question had your ears twitching just as your tail straightened up. “What do you mean tey? I am-“ he cut you off with a quickness. “I mean what are you doing with the dreamwalker? Spending your time with him. You are mine little one you shouldn’t be off with another male.” With each word he took he grew closer to you until he finally closed the distance between you both. His chest heaved with all the pent up frustrations, and you. You stared up at him in shock.

You were not mated, he made no indications that he were court you let alone that he had feelings for you.

You frowned up at him as you placed your hands on his face gently, you did your best to fix the scowl that always marred his handsome features. “Mawey..” you muttered.

“I am only teaching him when Neytiri is busy with her tsakarem duties. You make such bold claims without even asking me.” You scolded him briefly but your features softened as you continued. “You are a stubborn male, you do not speak your feelings. How am I to know such things Tsu’tey?”

“I thought you knew I give you my body, my home, gifts I bring from hunts.” Tsu’tey whispered as he leaned into your gentle touch, his lips upturned into a slight smile. “It is my name you cry out at night when we are entangled in pleasure. So why must you spend all your time with that incompetent dreamwalker?”

You let out a soft sigh. “Come let’s go rest and tomorrow I will be yours for the day.” Jealousy was not something you were familiar with when it came to the grumpy male, he stuck to himself never speaking his true feelings. Though your body was buzzing with the excitement of his words, his claims, you kept yourself relaxed. Containing the excitement that coursed through your body, even as you arrived at his hut and you both lay beside each other you basked in the quiet of the night. Yourself snuggled into his arms as you both drifted off to sleep.

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You made yourself comfortable as you submerged your body into the water, your thoughts drifting to todays weapon training with Jake.

“No Jake you are still doing it wrong.” You scolded him as you took a step closer, your hands placed on his stomach. With a hard push against his abdomen silently correcting his posture, indicating for him to tighten up his muscles. You couldn’t help but notice frown. “You and neytiri train. I know you are not stupid and know by now.” You scolded him.

Jake couldn’t help but laugh aa he leaned close to your face, his nose brushing against yours gently. Your brows drew together in surprise as you took a step back. “Again you stupid male.” You ordered as you tried to ignore the slight ache in between your legs.

You felt as if the frown you wore had become a permanent mark on your face however the sounds of the your two favorite people arguing pulled you from your memory of earlier. This wasn’t a new occurrence ever since Jake has came to the clan.

You had learned to tune out their bickering, their arguments were always the same, however you enjoyed hearing the insults they spat at each other. It was quite amusing until you were dragged into the middle of them, forced to solve the problem which always ended the same.

“You’d do well to leave Jake Sulli.” Tsu’tey grumbled. “You are always around.” Looking up from your spot in the river you watched as the two walked over to where you had been relaxing. Your eyes narrowed in on the way Tsu’tey made a waving off motion, as is Jake would finally listen and leave.

“Naw, I can’t leave. I’d miss my favorite girl.” Jake taunted but you knew there was a truth to his words, you kept him out of trouble. Well about as much trouble as you could keep him out of, sky people were reckless especially in bodies that didn’t belong to them. You never denied Jake being one of the people, you didn’t mind especially seeing as he’s worked hard to prove that he belonged.

You turned your body away from them as you tuned out the rest of their arguing. Your mind focusing on just how nice the water felt on your skin. The light swaying of the river lulled you into a sort of peaceful that not even the two bickering males could disturb as they made their way over to you. The sounds of water sloshing around their bodies finally stopped the moment you felt the heat of them near even in the cool water.

Your ears perked up as your tail swayed slowly in the water, it took everything in you not to open your eyes as you felt the familiar touch of Jake’s rough hands landing on your hips just as you felt Tsu’tey cup your face in his hands. “Little one, how do you put up with this dream walker? He is insufferable. A thorn in my side.” He murmured to which you could only giggle. “It would do him good to return to his own land.”

“You two need to mate it seems. You argue as if you are a mated pair, not like two people who hate each other.” You muttered as you opened your eyes. “What are you both doing?”

Jake chuckled slightly, pressing his body flush against you in the water. “There is one thing we don’t argue about, and it’s you… so maybe. You can help us get along better.” Your body tensed up at the meaning of his words, wide eyes looking over at Tsu’tey who wore his usual scowl. His gaze softened as he looked down at you. “For once the demon is right, but do not get comfortable with my mate Jake Sulli. She is still mine.”

With a small huff you couldn’t help it as you rolled your eyes, the current predicament strange but very much welcomed. For a moment all you could focus on was the feeling of their hands now roaming over your body. Tsu’teys hands teasing and kneading your breast as jakes hands knead and roughly grab at your ass. “Mgh.. what-“ your mind couldn’t focus on asking a question.

“Shh babygirl, just relax and let me and Tsu’tey take care of everything. But first let’s get to a comfortable spot first.” You complied and followed Jake out the water, Tsu’tey still close behind. The warmth emitted from their bodies, wrapping around you.

Once Jake had found a comfortable spot covered by the plants and trees both men got to work, touching and kissing on your body. All you could focus on was the feeling of their hands and lips exploring, tasting, biting. Your soft moans were life music to their ears, pushing them to give you more.

Soon enough your legs were spread and Tsu’tey had went to work kissing and sucking on you. Jake focused on your ample breast, his lips sucking on your nipples. Teasing and pleasuring you with his mouth and touch.

Your focus drifted from Jake and the way his mouth worked your nipples to Tsu’tey and the overwhelming sensation of his tongue invading your slopping wet cunt.

Your mind went blank the moment you felt Tsu’teys mouth close around your aching nub, the welcoming pleasure had you bucking your hips. Jake groaned as his hand wrapped around your neck, forcing your head back as he rubbed his cock against your slightly parted lips. “Fuck.. I can’t wait to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” He murmured, his yellow eyes clouded with lust.

Slowly he pushed the tip of his cock between your lips, his hold on your neck firm as he eased his cock in. Groaning loudly as he felt your hot mouth enveloping his entire length. He stilled for a moment, eyes closed and head thrown back as he began to move. Steady he fucked into your throat, nothing but praising falling from his lips as he enjoyed the way he felt in your mouth.

Your senses were all over the place, overwhelmed by the pleasure of both males. You whimpered and whined around Jake as you felt Tsu’tey fingers stretching your cunt, preparing your drenched hole for him. Jake was lost in his own world, loving the way you seemed to squeeze him tighter in your mouth. “F-fuck your mouth.. such a pretty mouth can do some dirty things.” He muttered causing your pussy to clench around Tsu’teys fingers.

The male grumbled as he pulled free from your needy cunt, pulling a muffled whimper from you. “Tsk little one, Ive prepared you enough. It’s time for you to take me.”

Jake reluctantly pulled free from your mouth, his eyes zeroed in on your dripping wet cunt. The sight of your slippery pussy and the smell of your arousal had him itching to fill you up, he couldn’t look around as Tsu’tey handled you with a gentle roughness that had you whimpering. Once Tsu’tey was on his back and your body placed perfectly on top of him he slipped inside you with no issue.

His thrust was slow at first, each languid movement forcing your cunt to tighten around him greedily. Jake watched in awe at the way your pussy took all of Tsu’tey, and without much thought he positioned himself behind you grabbing handfuls of your ass. You shuddered at the feel of what could only be saliva against your puckered hole before the heat of jakes length rubbed against it. “Don’t worry I’ll be gentle sweet girl.”

True to his word Jake slowly eased his way into your tight ass, timing his thrust with Tsu’teys as he pushed his way inside until he was bottomed out.

Your mind went into overdrive, the overwhelming feeling of being so full in both of your holes. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the push and pull of their thick throbbing cocks disappearing into you.

Jakes grunts and groans as he fucks into in a steady rhythms that’s the opposite of Tsu’teys. His nails digging into the skin of your ass as he looses himself. Tsu’tey can’t help but love the way your juices are forced out with each of his and Jake’s thrusts. His eyes screwed shut, his own grunts and groans mixing perfectly with jakes noises.

You were a mess, sandwiched between the two of them. Your bodies all molding together perfectly as the males used your body, each thrust and touch had your body shuddering. You couldn’t help the way you cried out and begged for more. The insanely delicious pleasure of them using your body, as if they were both fucking you in a way that released the hate they felt for each other. Each pull of their cocks, each push of them burning themselves deeper and deeper into your greediness. You couldn’t take it anymore as you felt yourself brain lag out, body shuddering as your orgasm hit you like a train.

Both males grunted as they fucked into your still shuddering body, forcing you to ride out your overwhelming orgasm before they followed suit.

“We should.. do this more often.” Jake forced out. His suggestion met with a shove to the shoulder.

“You would do well to be gone dream walker. Y/n is mine.”

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[bunnyreaper]

C, D,J,K,W for owner Soap pls 🥺🥺🥺

aaaaaah coming right up!

cum - johnny loves seeing his cum in your mouth, but especially loves have you stick out your tongue while it's still in your mouth so you drool it all down your chin and neck, and it drips onto your breasts. (he'll scoop it up and make you suck it off of his fingers, and if he's feeling a bit mean he'll tease you for being a slobbering little pup)

dirty secret - after your first date, he totally drew you in his dream collar for you, scribbled it down in his little notebook and keeps coming back to look at it. he knows he needs to be patient before he can collar you, so this settles his nerves. draws several variations whenever he's feeling super antsy--different poses, different collars, even puts himself in the drawing holding the leash!!

jack off - every! dang! day! but especially the nights when you talk long. he's painfully hard the entire time but refuses to do anything about it so he can stay calm and in control, can tease you for as long as he likes without worrying about staving off his own release. after every phone call he has to go rub one out now. lasts less than a minute thinking about everything you said on the call that drove him wild. sometimes they'll come to him in the middle of the day too and he'll have to get off.

kinks - besides the petplay sksks. definitely an exhibitionist, would love to show his obedient little pet off to others, but would NEVER share you, especially with strangers. i think he'd love to make an anonymous onlyfans for the two of you so everyone can see how good you are JUST for him! is your no1 fan and hypes you up in the comments in response to the fans!

wildcard - went through a brief phase where he was a pup, bcs ofc he did, but he realised he's much suited to being an owner instead, one that lets out their animal side too!!

[soupywrites]

bowuigi🥺

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Well, since you asked so nicely. This is set in an alternate universe, as I found it easier to write in. Hope you like it!

A Chance?: A Bowuigi Fanfiction

So, this is it. This is how the great Luigi Mario, the wannabe Brooklyn plumber, dies. Not a good look, if he’s being honest.

Luigi had just been intimidated by, quite possibly, the biggest thing he’s ever seen. And, quite possibly, that very thing is the king of the Dark Lands. And, quite possibly, that thing is going to kill his brother and many other innocent lives like the ones sitting in hanging cages next to him. But, you know, no big deal. Mario would find a way to save them all; this he was sure of. Still, it didn’t prevent him from feeling a little crazy cooped up in a cage like some sort of zoo animal. It also didn’t help how the cute blue star that was a few cages down was singing some not-so-cute lullabies of death. According to the penguin next to him, this star had been doing this since they all got locked up in this modern hell.

Luigi sighed and slumped down in his cage, putting his cap over his face; his attempts to hide from it all were futile, as it only took five minutes for the penguin and star to begin their shenanigans once more.

“Can you PLEASE cease this madness!” The Penguin King begged, covering his nonexistent ears.

“One, two, three, four. A few more hours and we’ll be no more!” Lumalee giggled, his smile growing to his eyes.

The Penguin King’s screaming was only a fraction of what Luigi had pent up inside after sitting through their nonsense. Without warning, the captives all fell silent as they heard a shrill cackle ring through the dungeon. Kamek swooped in between cages as Luigi pulled his cap back onto his head and shifted upright.

“Damn you!” The Penguin King shouted, throwing his flipper into a fist.

The cloaked menace flew his broomstick so he was face to face with the defeated ruler. “Ah, is that any way to speak to a stranger? What if I was here to let you out? Now I’m not going to!” Kamek laughed and flew away, the king’s mouth left agape at the sheer audacity. Luigi simply sat in silence, keeping his head hung as to not draw attention to himself. That didn’t seem to work so well, as the plumber soon found himself staring into the eyes, or rather goggles, of the new aggressor.

“As it stands, you, little human,” Kamek started, making sure to show his disgust with the whole ordeal. “Are wanted by our esteemed ruler, his royal highness Bowser of the Dark Lands.”

Luigi couldn’t manage to hide the horror on his face. What did the little wizard mean by “wanted?”

“He requests your presence in his personal study, post haste. So, I’m going to escort you. Don’t let it go to your head.” Kamek then flew to the ceiling, and, with no hesitation, he drew his wand and used a spell to disintegrate the chain holding the whole cage. Luigi screamed as he fell to the cold floor, and when only a second away from imminent death, Kamek casted another spell and caught the plumber, cage and all; He begrudgingly set Luigi gently on the ground. Luigi clung to the cool steel bars as the door popped open, and he opened his eyes to his newfound freedom. Everything in him told him he needed to run now while he had the chance. And yet, the little voice in the back of his mind was curious and convinced him otherwise. Kamek flew down to the cage and motioned for Luigi to follow. His legs were shaky, and he stumbled a few times. For this he was scolded by the cloaked aggressor, who, in fact, was NOT walking. Some hypocrite.

Luigi found himself walking on expensive carpet before he even became conscious enough to realize it. He hadn’t even noticed how the scenery had shifted from cracked stone walls to gorgeous tapestries. Kamek stopped in his tracks, causing Luigi to bump into his back.

“Hey!” Kamek barked. “Watch where you’re going, human.” Luigi shrank back and threw his hands up in surrender.

“Anyway, we’re here. Don’t get your hopes up. The King of the Koopas doesn’t just let anyone go that easy.” Kamek knocked on the sleek wooden door. His announcement of their presence was met with a low growl from inside the room, and Luigi shuddered at the thought of being locked up with that thing. Kamek cackled before swinging open the door and shoving the plumber inside, slamming the door behind him. The room was well lit, lined with bookshelves on the right and the left. In front on the right side lay a small white couch, probably only large enough to fit half of the king who owned the study. On the left, there was a large desk adorned with stacks of clearly unfinished paperwork. And in the center lay a concert grand piano. Sitting at the matching stool was a large figure, whose disgruntled composer had no right to be playing as gracefully as he was. Luigi instantly recognized the song as ‘O Sole Mío. He couldn’t lie, the arrangement was very impressive. Luigi simply stood in front of the door while he waited for the king to finish his piece.

Bowser ended with flourish, and opened his eyes slowly. His evil grin met the scared grimace of the plumber, and Bowser pushed his chair back as he stood.

“Tell me, mustached human, was that impressive?” Bowser worked his way to where Luigi was standing.

“Uhm, yeah, sure! Very impressive!” Luigi laughed nervously, watching as Bowser inched closer and closer.

“Was that impressive enough to win over a princess?” Bowser was towering above him now, his grin now replaced with a frown of sorts.

“Uh- yes! Sì, if I was a princess, I would-a totally be impressed!”

Bowser stood for a minute, scrutinizing Luigi’s face. “But, you’re not a princess. Or rather, you’re not the princess.” He sighed, shifted back so he was no longer hovering above the scared Italian. Luigi stood up straight now, looking at Bowser with a newfound curiosity. He noticed how the king’s eyes were saddened by something, and his fiery hair seemed untouched by a brush. Bowser’s melancholy soon turned to rage as he stormed to his desk and threw the papers to the floor. Luigi stepped back further toward the couch, throwing his hands up.

“Woah! Uhm, your-a highness, since-a clearly you’re going through something right-a now, I’ll just go ahead back to my cage and-“

“No!” Bowser shouted, turning himself to face the plumber, who was now across the room. He cleared his throat. “No. You can’t leave yet. I… I need your help.”

Luigi stood still now. Bowser walked over to the couch and dropped down in a huff, motioning for the plumber to come and sit next to him. Noticing the lack of space, Luigi opted for sitting on the arm of the couch instead.

“What- uhm, what do humans like in a man?” Bowser hid his flustered face in his hands. The sheer absurdity of the question hung over the pair as they sat together, side by side. “I- well, I really like this girl. No, woman. I really like this wonderful woman, but all she does is turn away.”

“Uh, permission to-a speak freely?” Luigi asked, looking down at the red carpet beneath the couch.

“Granted.”

“Well, uh, most humans prefer for-a their partners to-a be kind-“

“I can be kind!” Bowser growled. Luigi looked in the king’s eyes as shame crept in his face. “Uhm, carry on.”

“We-a also like our partners to-a be considerate. And, uh, for-a them to-a be themselves. Yeah, something like-a that.”

“Well, when I am myself, she sees me as a monster!” Bowser cried. “Tell me, Luigi, was it? Do you see me as a monster?”

Luigi’s blank stare didn’t help with the king’s ego, and he tried to fix his face. Bowser threw his head back in his hands.

“I-a think that everyone deserves a chance,”

Luigi started. “We all deserve-a room to grow.”

Bowser looked back up at the plumber. A question burned in his throat, but he dared not ask it.

Their eyes locked for a second, and, feeling vulnerable, Bowser turned away. Luigi was curious now. His face must have showed that, because Bowser sighed and turned back.

“Would you, uhm, give someone like me a chance? Room to grow, maybe?”

Luigi’s eyes grew wide. What was he asking right now? The awkward tension in the room only grew as the weight of the question set in around them.

“Uh, what?”

Bowser’s face grew with horror, and he shoved his head in his hands. “Forget it, stupid question. Never mind, don’t know what I was thinking.”

Luigi thought for a minute. Sure, the king had captured hundreds of innocents in his makeshift dungeon. Sure, he always put up a persona that made him seem like some big, bad terror. Sure, he always seemed like he only had eyes for one person and one person only. But, sitting there alone in such a defenseless state with Bowser, who was showing his true colors, was making him rethink all of that. What if he doesn’t know any better? What if he really DOES need room to grow? Would Luigi be willing to give him that? Would he be just as bad if he wanted to? Would Mario call him crazy? Asking the important questions, here.

Luigi sighed. Then he smiled. “Yeah, I-a think I could do that. IF you decide to let everyone go.”

Bowser stared at the Italian. His face grew pink, and he looked at the floor. “Yeah, I think I could do that.”

And with that, it’s as if the takeover never happened. Sure, Luigi was still unsure of where Mario was. But spending a few months being free to live in the castle has made it all a little more bearable. Oftentimes, Luigi was alone in his new room gifted to him by the king. However, on the occasion, he would meet him in the same study where it all started. This is where Luigi worked on trying to “reform” Bowser. One night, Luigi found himself gravitating more and more toward the study. He stood outside the door and heard soft piano coming from inside. Once again, it was easily recognizable as ‘O Sole Mío. Luigi knocked on the door.

“Uh, Bowser? Can I-a come in?”

Silence. Then,

“Yeah. Door’s unlocked.”

He gently turned the handle and stepped inside the familiar room.

“I was just-a feeling bored. It’s-a lonely being, well, alone, most of the time, you know.”

“Come. Why don’t you jam with me?”

This was new. Bowser always played for Luigi, but never with him. Luigi cautiously made his way to the piano and sat beside the king, who scooted over to make space.

“I learned a new human arrangement today,” Bowser started, beginning to play Swan Lake. A classic. “Have you ever heard this song?”

“Of-a course.” Luigi was curious at seeing Bowser so calm. They’d been working on it the past month or two, but the king had never been in such good control of himself.

“Do you want to play the melody for me? I can play the chords.”

“Uh, sure? I’ve-a never played the piano before, though.”

“Here,” Bowser said. He took Luigi’s right hand and placed it over the F#. Luigi felt his face grow hot at the intimate touch. Bowser then guided his fingers over the rest of the keys. It took some trial and error, but eventually, Bowser managed to get the Italian through the first measure.

“See? Not so bad! Well, I wasn’t so bad.” Bowser laughed. There it was, the sarcasm. They continued in this fashion until they carried out the entire song. Each time, the king took the plumber’s hand in his when adjusting. And each time he did that, the plumber grew more pink. To be fair, Bowser grew the same shade, it was simply harder to tell when he exuded such confidence over what he knew best.

“Thank you for jamming with me,” Bowser said, smiling a crooked smile.

“You’re-a welcome, Bowser.”

“I hope we can do this again sometime.”

“I-a hope so, too.”

They both awkwardly stood near the door of the study, neither wanting the other to depart.

“Uh, wanna see my book collection?”

That was a good enough excuse for Luigi. Anything to kindle this growing crush.

[animeomegas]

There are programs where idols are left to take care of a child or look after several children. So imagine that in the world of BNHA there are such programs, but with heroes. Someone will definitely start a baby fever, someone, on the contrary, will postpone having children. Bakugou would show a cute side when he cooks and feeds the baby during the broadcast. Amajiki probably would not have gone to such a program, he would have cried when the child cried and would definitely be afraid to pick him up. Midoriya would definitely be called to this show often, he makes perfect family content. Please don't get Denki's transmissions like this, his Alpha will have to explain to him that they can't have children yet.

I think I know what you mean! Some PR management definitely push for some heroes to go on shows like that haha.

Here are my thoughts:

Bakugou charms the children without even trying. They love him and he has no idea why.

They follow him around like little ducklings, constantly calling for him to watch them do this cool jump! Look at what I drew!

His PR team have given him firm warnings about language and behaviour, but he still ends up pushing one of the pups onto the sofa when they try and run at him.

He has an 'oh shit' moment before all the pups cheer and ask him to do it to them next!

He makes a really good impression on the kids and they all cry when he has to leave.

The general public find his episode very cute.

...

Okay, unpopular opinion maybe, but Midoriya is terrible with children.

He tries so hard, but they just don't really like him.

Of course, when he's famous and number 1, none of that matters, children everywhere love him.

But if this show aired soon after his debut... yeah, it doesn't go great.

It is hilarious to watch though.

Midoriya tries to keep things orderly but the pups enjoy pranking him, messing around and purposely wearing Midoriya down.

He walks off set exhausted and covered in paint. He wasn't thinking about pups any time soon, and he's now doubly sure.

...

Denki walks into the room of children and they immediately crown him as their leader.

He could lead those children anywhere, he has their absolute loyalty in seconds.

The episode would be nonstop noise and colour everywhere. Denki leads improv arts and crafts, which goes as well as it sounds, but the kids love it.

They start to tear up when he leaves, like with Bakugou, but Denki is good enough with children to stop it there, making them promise to be committed to chaos in his absence.

He doesn't get baby fever though. As fun as it was, going home to his clean, quiet home where his alpha gives him their full attention is the most fun.

Denki is fun uncle material, not really parent material imo.

...

The children dislike Iida and he gets very stressed about it.

Nothing he does makes them like him, and they disobey him enough to give him an aneurysm.

Whichever PR person decided on this is fired.

Iida comes across pretty badly lol. It's still fun to watch the children plan a mutiny though.

...

If we're talking about baby fever though, Kirishima is the one that comes to mind first.

He walks out of the filming and straight to his alpha like 'please? 🥺'

The kids are apprehensive at first when he walks in, but they all love him and keep running up and asking for a hug from him.

Kirishima melts at how cute they all are.

...

That's all I have for now, but this was a fun idea, thanks anon! <3

[onlyjaeyun]

This chapter took me alllll the way apart. I feel like there are two conversations going on between them right now. One is with their words and the things they say. The other and (dare I say) more authentic one is with actions.

Their relationship started as a pairs skating partnership. That is an incredibly intimate (not even in a sexual way—I mean they were kids) relationship and the primary way you communicate is in a relationship like that is with your body. You trust each other with your body. You support each other with your body. It’s all in what you do and how you physically relate to each other.

Their words are so harsh and fierce (at least they were until this chapter) but what they DO is what is REALLY revealing their story.

When Hoon left her the first time with no aftercare, it broke her. Because they did something so intimate and then he did not ACT in a way that was considerate of her. That wrecked her. She can’t even be in that same position again. But that messed HIM up too honestly. Because he IMMEDIATELY did something to make up for it. He beat up Jaemin. He had to. Was COMPELLED to because he could never truly just take from her and walk away.

The next series of action play out like this beautiful unspoken dance... He restored balance by wrecking Jaemin and immediately went after her. Separated her from Fuma systematically. Established their connection to his face. Kissed her lips after he saw her kiss Fuma. Put her in his clothes…That connection that they have is like a gaping hole when they aren’t together. They grew up together. It was a part of them. Once they reactivated it there was never going to be any going back.

Nearly every day they were together. Then those boys came for her and made her cry and he went 3 against 1. Wrecked. She’s his girl. It’s just that neither of them recognize it yet. She doesn’t want anyone else. She said it herself. (Lowkey I am DYING for some possessive moments from Hoon—like during intimacy—as well as their other interactions—there have already been many but I sense—especially after this—that there will be more. (Especially with her staying with Shotaro 👀 —I mean the TaroFlake relationship is mad platonic buuuut Hoon may not get that.)

Anyways this night is just a huge culmination of all those things. He comes to her space. They stare at each other. Snowflake physically reacts to his laughter (I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS OMG). They verbally protest Hee’s dare but never physically do because they need to be close to each other. And then… THE NOD—

The moment he answered her with the head nod… That was huge for me. For both of them, their body responds when their words can’t. (I love the parallel you drew with them both having to nod to answer the hard questions—the vulnerable questions THIS is what puts you a cut above the rest) It’s just so clear that the foundation of what they built together all those years ago is still there. Their connection is just too deep. And those moments when they almost unintentionally (physically) access it again—it just hits so hard. I’m—🥺

He came to her space then he calls her to his.

The way he HAS to know if she is ok. I can’t wait till she finds out he beat them too 💀—and she’s honest with him… honestly I feel like this interaction is one of the first if not the first time their verbal exchange truly begins to mirror what is going on with their bodies (and hearts).

She finds out that he fought for her and she is immediately ready to come back and meet him with her own actions. Telling him the truth about why she cried. Riding him without protection… Yes it’s hot but it’s EVERYTHING.

She never let the others do it.

Because they weren’t HIM.

They haven’t fought for her like he has. They haven’t bled for her like he has. They haven’t built a part of their souls together like the two of them have. Letting him into her is not like it is with other people because HE is already there. In way too deep. And of course he’s never let anyone as close as he let her. Of course. This act of vulnerability is just so huge for both of them. Because I know they swore they would never be vulnerable to each other again but they were and they are.

And don’t eeeeeven get me started on the mirror. He built her up where she could see herself. It’s breathtaking. He puts her in a position of power with both his words and his actions and MAKES her SEE it. Freaking Poetry.

And when he says “please I don’t want this to end”—I feel like he’s not just talking about their encounter—he’s talking about really—truly—being CLOSE to her again.

And the kiss. Such a beautiful intimate act.

Showering together is really a very intimate act. Trust me. That is not something you just randomly share with people. Like there is a strange sort of domestic closeness there that is just lovely to put them in. And he offers it to her because he doesn’t want her to leave…

And he talks with her. There’s conversation (DYING to know what they talked about!! Riki? The team? When they first suspected Heeki was happening?)… The verbal barriers are finally coming down.

But he send her home in his clothes again. A sweatshirt this time. Covers even more of her body than the t-shirt in his clothes—casually possessive. And she puts it on…

I love how you ended it with him FINALLY questioning his own feeling in a truly meaningful way.

She didn’t just make him feel good in bed. She made him FEEL good. Just feel good.

And that’s everything.

Passion is such a strong overarching theme with them. They shared a passion for skating. They passionately hate each other and they passionately are drawn to each other again and again. I am just sighing and kicking my feet. I really do be daydreaming about them.

I physically cannot wait for what is next. I (think I) saw you were taking a break for a few days after putting out this chapter and that is so well deserved. I hope you have a wonderful rest and do amazing on your exams! Thank you so so much for this chapter. It was (somehow) even BETTER than I could have hoped for.

here's the second part of said ask mentioned previously and i think you guys understand what i mean when i say i keep rereading them because of how amazing they are. it will forever leave me mesmerized but also incredibly impressed and actually quite proud to see such deep analysis and thoughts regarding something i wrote and ive actually been thinking about what to respond for so long but every time injust find myself stuck because i'm so 🥺 speechless??? i love your interpretation of things and the way you view and love my characters, you're giving me one of the biggest gifts a writer could receive and i hope you know that. no amount of words of gratitude will ever be enough to express what these asks mean to me. thank you so much baby 🥺 i will forever keep these close to my heart 🥺💗

[peaky-shelby]

hi hi hi I’ve been missing your writing a lil extra this week so I was wondering if you could give us a lil Drabble like you did after psg vs al nasr

the scenario would probably be kylian stressing out way too much and loosing confidence in himself and beating himself about it while Taylor calms him down as he’s pacing around borderline looking like he’s about to have a panic attack cuz all the pressure is on him recently (this would perfectly conincide w the fact that psg has been on a bad streak this month.) maybe a lil peak into how she’s the only one who can get him to calm down and say stuff that actually means something to him and maybe have a lil touchy moment if you’re feeling generous 🥺

ps: miss you and your writing so much I hope Uni’s going well and you’re not stressing yourself out a lot take your time we’ll be here for you 🤍

(sorry it took this long. Thank you for the love, you're amazing 💞)

New Romantics — blurb: "it's ok"

Taylor followed him in the hallways, he left without even shaking anyone's hand, pissed and angry at himself and the team. Reporters tried to stop him, to get an interview from him while walking. He almost snapped at one of them, waving his hand and almost hitting him on the face. Taylor saw that, her eyes wide open. She rushed to him and pushed him to go faster in the closest room she could find. Pushing him in and locking the door. It was one of the changing rooms. He threw his jersey on the floor, yelling words in french and cursing. She could only make out half of it and yet he kept going, having a full meltdown in front of her. And she knew he wasn't just saying random words by the way he spoke and moved his hands.

"ky-” she tried, an attempt to remind him she didn't speak the language. But he continued yelling, not at her, just at the world,just so he could get it out of his chest. She drew closer, trying to hold his arms, but he'd shake her off and keep going. She didn't have to understand the words to understand why he was that angry. The team was getting worse everyday, the bad streak getting longer.

Her eyes followed his, darting left and right, trying to make eye contact while her hands reached for the hem of his shirt. Pulling it down, to get his attention. It worked for a second because he looked in her eyes. But then he continued and she slipped her hands under his shirt, her hand coming in contact with his skin. That distracted him, his words getting tangled with each other as she pressed and stroked on the side of his stomach and they started stepping backwards until he was with his back on the wall. His back crashed on the wall and She cupped his face with her one hand, squishing his cheeks, so he'd stop talking "i have no idea what you're saying!” she stated.

He let out a deep sigh, focusing on her eyes. Her hand crawled up to his chest, right over his heart. He closed his eyes. Laying his head back and she placed her other hand on his hip. She stepped closer, her leg in between his.

"fucking hell..." He mumbled. She laid her head on his chest, kissed it over the shirt, then looked up at him. Her fingers now crawling under his armpit, pinching him so he'd look at her. He did look, his eyes finding hers again, a little calmer now.

"it's ok" she whispered. He held her face, pulling her up and leaning down, tasting her lips as of she was alcohol to numb the pain. He entered her mouth with his tongue, sucking any bit of her he could and borrowing her air. She gave it all to him, no hesitation, cause she knew he needed it.

They pulled away slowly, his hand on her back now, their foreheads stuck together.

"get a few breaths. Meet us in the locker rooms. Calm, please. Last thing we need is to start fighting with each other. They are your teammates, not your enemies. We are gonna go through it together."

He leaned in to kiss her again, another long sip. She gave it to him, before pulling back. She raised his hand to her lips, leaving another kiss on his fingers.

"can i come to your place tonight?” he asked, his lips ghosting over her ear.

She nodded. Left a kiss on his cheek and left the room first.

[funtimespringscare101]

@ponds-of-ink I was remembering those FNAF Novel Trilogy AU ideas I told you about in some asks I did so I drew up a concept. Basically it’s if Michael and Baby survived their respective books and Well…

Headcanons:

Michael moved out of Hurricane to go to Art School in California and has been living in an apartment since then.

Mike's the one with working brain cells both in the main group and in this trio besides Jess and Marla.

Michael volunteered to give Elizabeth a place to live after the gang convinced her into changing sides by some miracle. Cassidy just hitchhiked.

Cassidy can’t be left alone for five minutes without her causing some kind of arson.

Elizabeth disowned William and doesn’t like to be associated with him anymore.

Bonuses: Charlie: *vibing* Phone: *Ringing* Charlie: ?? Charlie: Hello? Michael, from his apartment: CHARLIE! Michael: I THINK ONE OF THE GHOST KIDS GOT INTO MY HOUSE! Cassidy: Lol, you’re such a crybaby. Michael: Michael: SHES SO MEAN!… 🥺 —————— Michael to Charlie and Co during TFC: I relax for what, five minutes? And it all goes to shit… —————— Michael: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder? Elizabeth: Stop romanticizing the past. —————— Marla: Michael,Hey! We mayyy need your help here! Michael: … Michael: Carlton? Marla: …Carlton. Michael: Michael: God Damn it.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

I think my most controversial Warrior Cats opinion is that I actually really like the Cinderpelt-heart reincarnation plot. Or at least I would really love a version of it without all teh ableist implications. StarClan realizing that teh “no kits for medicine cats” rule is hurtful, and also that disabled cats are often pushed into roles they don’t want and aren’t suited for, and they reincarnate Cinderpelt for those reasons, not because a disabled life isn’t a full one. Cinderheart feeling pressure from teh clan, maybe even her family or even Lionblaze, to be a medicine cat when she finds out. It has potential idk.

I liked it at first, because... Admittedly, I read Po3 before I read TNP and before I finished TPB.

So Cinderpelt was this mysterious, not quite known character to me. I went and read TNP and thought "hmm. I wish it had been more 'this is happening because your life is going to be cut short now due to the move to the lake and that isn't fair because you were supposed to live a long time so go become your niece, really sorry about the badgers, xoxo PS sorry about your mom slowly starving to death in the forest'"

Instead it hinges on her having had "not a full life", which.... When I went EVEN FURTHER back and finished TPB.... She did. She loved Medicine. It was HER choice. The Erin's forgot, made a weird retcon that has become her entire character: "I loved my teacher and didn't tell him", and had Lionblaze be the... Reward for that?

I liked it, it was just done for a stupid reason. Another one of those "we wrote this plot point to make sure a character does xyz" instead of just... Writing it. Snowkit's death is the most egregious example of these writers pretending they have no control over these fictional cats.

I have some controversial opinions of my own.

The Lake territory is cool but also sucks. We need to either leave the Lake or start redoing things about it. It has no landmarks to hang out at or have what I call 'set pieces' whatsoever, and more importantly no threats (thunderpaths, snake rocks, gorge, the tree with a huge Owl, Carrionplace) and I'm pretty sure the writers feel this way too since we leave the Lake once an arc. I wouldn't mind moving territories again, to a more dangerous but still natural place.

Breezepelt should be a permanent Queen. I know it would mean seeing less of him (which I dislike) but him being a gentle parent and helping others raise their kits would be a PERFECT wrap up to his arc. As much as I desperately want Breezestar I think he would fit more as a perma-queen.

A trip to the distant future or past would be both good and bad. A whole new cast would be kinda cool but let's be honest, these writers suck. What is needed is a whole new writing team of people who actually LIKE the books.

I never really liked canon!Riverstar that much, we really didn't know anything about him because DOTC is less Dawn of The Clans and more "pwease like our power trip fantasy oc who knocks up a girl his son's age 🥺". I genuinely cannot remember anything River Ripple even does. He just... Isn't there. Maybe more prevalent in the last 2 books but I never got past the first 3 chapters of book 5 and never opened book 6 aside from looking at its last scene and rolling my eyes. Petal's death was where I drew the line, the narrative bending over backwards to make Clear Sky a poor sad baby crossed it.

• I've come around thanks to Bonefall but I genuinely hated Star Flower as a kid. The way she was described was uncomfortable, annoying and made it feel like the writers were trying to force you to think she's this gorgeous, perfect cat, it made her boring, bland, and anything with her in it a slog to get through because of the way Thunder spoke about her, going on and on about her beautiful she was, getting worse when Moth Flight's Vision described her with purple eyes to go with her star-shaped pupils... Also, I was really attached to Petal, who died suddenly when Star Flower entered the picture, and I was on the assumption Clear Sky and Petal were going to get together, while I didn't like Clear Sky, I just wanted my favorite to stay alive unlike every other female character. Starf also suddenly becoming a helples damsel in distress added to the annoyance so badly that I actually never finished DOTC, and it made me take a break from the series altogether. I really wanted her to be playing the long game. A sincere thank you to Bonefall for helping me reread who this character is, and while the way our 'Camera' describes hee is still annoying, I can at least look past that and see the roots of this character.

I love Leafpool, and Hollyleaf. Met a lot of Leafpool fans who seem to think Hollyleaf is this monster when she very much reads as someone who cannot handle their religious and emotional abuse based trauma and lashed out at the wrong person. What she did to Leafpool was awful but she was basically an irrational teenager. Just like apprentice does not always equal child, warrior does not always equal "grown ass adult who should get over it". Her own existence went against every single thing she believed in and was told by her own mentor to never ever question.

As sweet as the scene with Dandelionkit and Juniperkit in Starclan was... There was really 0 point in giving Squilf 2 dead kids, other than "the writers hate her". The only thing I can see a point for it is for a long-shot setup to Squirrelstar for some lives seeing as you just know they absolutely forgot about Squish's friends.

• I think Ivypool has somewhat of a right to be upset with Dovewing. HEAR ME OUT. She is allowed to be upset, NOT take it out on Dovewing. She also needs to learn that she helped drive her sister out, but the writers are allergic to that kind of thing in favour of "make character a background conservative. If female = mom. If mom = soft until politcal debate scenario." She is allowed to be sad and upset that her only sister is gone, she just needs to acknowledge she messed up, as well as lots of Thunderclan cats messed up.

It's time to kill Brightheart, Brackenfur, Thornclaw and Cloudtail. Enough is enough, start retiring cats who were full warriors when TNP started. Tawnypelt should be in the Elders den and Oakfur should be rotting in hell for what he let happen to Berrynose. On that same note, I hope Russetfur went on trial for that and her attempt on Firestar's life. I like her but good GOD, that was egregious, and looks even more pathetic when Yellowfang's Secret reveals she herself wasn't Clanborn.

Tigerheart's Shadow is a good book (aside from that one 'territory' bit, you know the one) and this series could go FAR if they embraced the mysterious mystical elements they set up, people are far too harsh on the experimental things.

Moonkitti makes good points sometimes but I need younger fans to stop taking everything she says as gospel and start thinking for themselves; case in point the recent Mapleshade drama that REEKS of "if I was Orpheus I wouldn't have turned around". The writers call the Moonstone the Moonpool every time we revisit the forest, do you really think they remembered The Bridge? Did YOU remember the bridge or did Moonkitti point it out? Also, with how cosmically doomed from the start the story was, the water probably would have overtaken the bridge and STILL swept them away. For every one good take Moonkitti has they seem to have more than a few bad ones.

My silly one. FERNSONG SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED AFTER HONEYFERN AND BEEN A HONEYFERN CLONE APPEARANCE WISE. No problem with him being named for Ferncloud but could they PLEASE acknowledge that Cinderheart is Honeyfern's sister too? Poppyfrost named her baby boy after Molekit and Lilyheart named her daughter Honeykit despite never having met Honeyfern, and those don't feel like coincidences.

I dislike the Tribe as its concept, but I like some of the characters that came from it, know what I mean? I like OG Stoneteller (though I always pictured him very differently. I saw him as gray tabby with white paws!) I think he is an interesting character, and Outcast was a huge letdown with having him be wrong. It would be a nice change in story if the Clan cats had tried to push their way, only for it to NOT work, for there to be a different way to do things, or a trick the Tribe used in the past that they "could give another crack at", and for the Clan cats to learn that their way of life is not a golden standard. Could you imagine Hollypaw learning this? I also really like Brook. I dismantled her and I know she is a play on the stupid "Indian princess" trope. I love how sweet she is, though I hate how it was painted against the Tribe. I plan to keep that wisdom and kindness, while also making The Tribes just as good a place to live.

I don't think Tawnystar would've been a good idea, as good as a name like that sounds. She, like Bramble, is too old, and the writers can't stand killing off Arc 2 characters in favour of killing off Arc 3 and 4, we would have been stuck with her and the writing for leaders atm SUCKS. Tawnypelt also just... Isn't that great. While I like her, I don't think she would be a good leader. Same goes for Mothstar, though I feel like they could have it done better if they do have it happen by making her not want the 9 lives. After the absolute Christian slog ASC has been about "non believers" it would be cool to see her prove that wrong and put this shitty arc's hinge point in the ground once and for all.

I'm tired of Med Cat protags. We've had one since TNP barring Dawn of The Clans when arguably it would have been the most beneficial from Pebble Heart or Dappled Pelt. Leafpool was cool because she was the first, Jayfeather was kinda cool still because of blindness and being part of the Prophecy, and while his POV in OOTS was a necessary evil, we did not need Alderheart. There is no reason to have Alderheart be the POV when Sparkpelt has the objectively more interesting setup and Alderheart's "anxiety" works better when we can't see through his eyes, as the authors don't know what actual anxiety is. Shadowsight and Frostpaw are alright, through Frostpaw's pov suffers around Nightheart and she does suffer from Camera POV Syndrome at times... Not helped by her being a Female Warriors Character with all the lovely things that come with it. Shadowsight was cool until the writers completely fumbled the bag and made him rude, argumentative, and dropped his epilepsy for no reason. All this is NOT helped by the new retcon that you're just "born different" with some kind of inherit special connection to Starclan, like it wasn't some kind of learned thing, hence Cinderpelt struggling with it as a lot of the time she was on her own!

Let Daisy retire and let Sorrelstripe take over the nursery. These new characters are in desperate need of personality, let Sorrelstripe be a feisty, confident midwife who won't let Queens be bullied into things.

[themightymoose]

Frenemies

So is this photo was from when Zoe first joined the pet shop

So is Zoe the last one to join

And if so, how much has passed since then. Because she looks like the same age

AND PENNY

WHO JOINED LAST

STOP DISPROVING MY HEADCANONS DAMMIT

Okay so it would be one year ago Penny joined The Squad

My headcanons 🥺

imma ignore canon >:)

Pepper and Zoe being so excited for her

Penny's just like "No, bitch they're gonna kill each other."

Blythe brushing Penny

Vinnie being excited about Penny's party

Vinnie middle name is Alfonso?

Huh

Vinnie almost fucking died

They all look so traumatized

He is legit scarred for life

"I think you look pretty cute without your tail, Vinnie!" :)

What parents Sunil? What are you talking about sir

Uh oh

Blythe is like "Well this is awkward. :/"

Guys your hyperfixations aren't Penny's hyperfixation

"And we all get a pie that we can throw at Zoe!" "WhAT-" damn 💀

Girlie just got shot into another dimension

Which is a reoccurring theme of this show

"I look terrible in lilac." NO YOU DON'T SUNIL

Russell looks so snazzy

"And then we have the skunk dunking booth where we can dunk Pepper!" "WHAT-"

The shaaaaadddeee

"Okay that's kinda funny actually-" at least she's taking it like a champ

Pepper's middle name is Mildred 💀

Yeah she seems like a Mildred to me

The fellas are just so silly :)

What's Minka doing during this

Buttercream just comes from out of nowhere

The awkward tension

They should just kiss me thinks

Pepper is so shit at lying

Russell trying to give confidence in his mongoose bf <3

Vinnie's cranky

Oh hi Minka

SUNIL'S MOTHER AND FATHER?????

I'm so confused

Vinnie drew the Mona Lisa

Vinnie is going through fucking hell right now

How the fuck did she get that hay bale inside

They're laughing so passive aggressively

Blythe has no idea does she

Vinnie is so sad he can't perform a dance for Penny

Blythe giving Vinnie some encouragement

Vinnie's so happy

Pepper just got flung into the wall

Damn hit a nerve there

Vinnie breaking them up to make the conversation about him

King

"HE'LL DANCE AT MY PARTY!"

They are so confused

Minka and Vinnie only joining Zoe's party for the food

Relatable

Sunil and Russell giggling

Damn this is awkward 💀

Did Zoe just flirt with Penny

Got some smooth moves I'll give her that

You can tell that even though they're literally about to kill each other they truly do love Penny

And I think that's beautiful

Penny feels like a child of divorce rn

The girls are fiiiggghhhtinnnngggg

I think the fire hydrant house night be everyone's comfort place

"Okay, you two. You're grounded."

They all probably think Zoe and Pepper are Blythe's favorites

"Blythe that's fucking stupid."

Okay this is so sweet I'll get cavities

They're sharing their feelings

Pepper and Zoe were just jealous of each other

Please excuse me while I rewatch this scene five hundred times

Now kiss

Did they forget Penny exists

I do too sometimes

Mostly with Minka though

Sunil is so happy for Vinnie

Penny and Vinnie's friendship means so much to me I love them

Vinnie's showing off his vocals right now

YESSSSSS GET IT KINGGGGG 😩😩😩😩😩😩