#I sincerely adore the Tinies and I love how you're so kind and thoughtful in sharing them with so many people

[satari-raine]

If neither the tinies nor me are not mistaken, some celebratory cake is in order. Happy Birthday! 🫶🏻

Ahhh, Levynn, that's so sweet! ;; Thank you so much for the birthday wishes and the lovely Tiny Token, he's so adorable! I'll be sure to have some cake today in honor of Tiny Ves here.

Thank you again and I hope you're having a wonderful timezone! Hope you get to enjoy some treats yourself, too - happy holidays! <333

[championwarnings]

ً HONEY LETTER ୨୧♡

warnings. fluff, a lot of fluff, fluff that rots your teeth, friends to lovers !, jack being so cute and huggable

plot. jack and you are starring in a romcom and you think it's a "great" idea to tell him your feelings when you're practicing your lines.

— ♪ hey stephen jack

a/n. DUDE THIS IS TOO LONG, IT'S HORRIBLE, I HATE IT, btw it's my first fic, be kind ><

💌 ♡♥︎ ………………………………..........

Something you loved about being an actress was the confidence you had acquired over the years, you were so sure of yourself that, without even doing anything, everyone felt confident with you and admired the way you were. However, you would like to say that you always have that confidence in yourself, because at this moment you found yourself with your legs shaking with nervousness.

You were on the filming set of your next movie, a romcom, this was the first time you accepted a role like this, because you have always been more into suspense and horror. Being the lead in a romcom was not easy, especially when your co-star was the cutest guy you had ever seen. You had acted with many guys before, but none like Jack Champion.

You met Jack months before filming began, the director had suggested that you spend more time together so that the chemistry would be noticeable on screen and so you did. With every shooting scene you could feel your own character take over you, acting like a schoolgirl in love trying to camouflage your feelings for the boy who stole your heart.

Remembering each of your moments with Jack was like therapy, you adored him, yes, and he could say the same. Right now you find yourself looking into his eyes, your lips trembling and your legs weak, Jack must think you're too deep in your role.

You hold up a letter written in your own handwriting, so neat and tiny so that you can read it smoothly in case you forgot what was to be read. You had decided to rehearse your lines before you started recording the scenes and boy had you practiced a lot, you already knew what the other was going to say.

Jack was watching you intently for your movements, anxious for you to start saying your lines, his eyes going from your eyes to your hands, and so it went on until you made a small sound, so inaudible that Jack had to open his eyes wider for you to repeat it.

"I know... we've been friends for a while now and it may seem very sudden but... I think I like you."

Saying that, you tried to look around, looking for something to entertain yourself with or distract your thoughts, but you couldn't, all you could do was return your gaze to Jack's, looking for a response to what you said, but you decided to speak again, ignoring your lines and giving him the letter your character had written for his.

"I'd like to know if you can hear my heart beating right now" you took his hand bringing it carefully to your chest, Jack looked at you in surprise, diverting his gaze to your hand and then to the letter he held in his other hand.

Jack could feel how fast your heart was going and your hands so cold as an ice cube, he didn't know if you were being sincere or just winging it. His gaze rested on your lips, noticing how you were trying to keep them still as you licked them to calm yourself. He smiled softly, trying to inspire peace and tranquility in you, you looked like a chihuahua from shaking so much and that was very funny to him. He moved a little closer to you, leaning his body to bury his head in your neck being careful not to be rough. He kept his nose on your neck, wondering how it was possible for you to smell so good, but quickly fizzled out any thoughts not befitting the scene and opted to speak so nicely.

"What do you say we get serious?" he whispered into your neck, his response surprised you and his breath caused your back to arch a little. You knew you liked Jack, but you didn't know you could like him this much.

You pulled away from him slowly, looking into his eyes, searching for some trace of a lie in his eyes, but they only glittered anxiously. That reminded you of the times when you both flirted with each other before the filming of the movie started and as you still do, it became a habit between you to be affectionate with each other, let out teasing or just hugging each other during breaks.

You looked at him doubtful of everything, you were proposing, but you didn't know if Jack had realized that, maybe that's why he answered that or maybe he just wanted to improvise.

"Yah, stop playing with that, it's just a rehearsal" you gave him a somewhat forced smile, pulling your hands away from his and taking back the letter he was holding. "We should go get something to drink."

Jack let out a laugh, hugging your shoulders and starting to walk with you, your heart was still pounding furiously and you felt so silly for not continuing to talk.

"You did great, for a moment there I believed it" You raised your head to find Jack looking straight ahead with a smile, you thought about what to say back to that, did he like you too?

Jack seemed to be deep in thought as well, until he shook his head several times and looked up at you, depositing a kiss on the top of your head.

And so the days went by, in each rehearsal you said something different, like he was the king of your heart or that he brought you flying in the clouds, but again, you denied everything and said it was just you improvising and of course Jack was not far behind, he answered you new things, he said that the girl of his story had always been you or that you were the light of his eyes. You were so happy with something you started and you knew it was fake.

But one day you decided to finally confess your feelings, that day you opted to put on light makeup and wear a small necklace, not so flashy, but you knew Jack would see it because he once told you he liked shiny things. Comically you checked your horoscope to see if it was your lucky day, you had never been one to believe in such things, but you were so desperate that anything good would make you jump for happiness.

Today you hadn't gone to the recording set, you both agreed that you would practice in your apartment, so you took the opportunity to do a quick cleaning.

Jack arrived at the agreed time, you were surprised how punctual he could be, when you opened the door you felt like melting, you were so lost for this man that no matter what he wore, he would look so good, you smiled at him and let him pass, noticing that his mullet looked a little lacy and the skin on his neck was brighter.

"So, honey, shall we continue with the same today?" he asked you with amusement, he called your name to see if you had heard him and you, softly answered yes to both questions.

You got into position, Jack was admiring every corner of your living room carefully and attentively, he smiled when he saw a heart shaped pillow on your couch, so he decided to take it in his arms and hug it to look at you attentively, he wanted to know what statement you would give him today. He moved his hands towards you, implying that he wanted you to talk.

You stuttered a little, thinking about what you would say today but this time, you took the letter in your hands, opened the envelope and began to read, you wrote your character's statement inspired by your crush on Jack. Several times Jack had held the envelope in his hands, but never checked its contents.

"Hey, you're probably thinking, did this crazy lady write me a letter?" you blurted out mockingly, recited her character's name and again stuck your nose in the letter. "Possibly in this letter I won't tell you half the things I want to tell you, you're so brilliant and unique, you make me want to love you like I've never loved anyone before."

"Everyone wants to have you, but I'll always be the only one waiting for you in the coldest moment, you make me feel like I'm not alone" You looked up, only to notice how focused Jack was on your lips, listening intently to everything you said, he was fascinated by your voice, how confident you sounded to him, but you were so nervous that you didn't notice how determined you looked in his eyes.

"You don't know how much I want to kiss you, you look like an angel, I love every part of you, you make me feel unique, the way you say my name is... indescribable" you formed a smile remembering the times Jack called you by your name and not a random nickname, he smiled for the same thing too, wishing he was the one the letter was addressed to.

"I know there are a lot of girls wishing to have you, but will they be able to write you a letter highlighting their love for you?" you laughed, looking at Jack again, you extended the letter to him, this time, with the intention that he would read it, he didn't know if he would, in the script it wasn't written that he would read the letter, but you, however, he decided to ignore it and take it, brushing his fingers with yours, you both smiled at that act.

You watched Jack closely, enchanted by his long eyelashes and the polka dots that adorned his smooth face, you directed your gaze to his lips, which he moved, pretending to read, they looked so cute, immersed in reading that you stayed watching him until he finished reading. Jack looked up, giving you the most radiant smile you've ever seen.

"It's amazing, our characters are so.... wow!" you noticed the excitement in his voice, he sounded like a child after being given his favorite toy, he could only laugh and smile like never before "Your performance captivated me, I thought you would improvise again, I mean..."

"Jack..." You interrupted, already tired of the whole thing, it was time, you had to tell him your feelings yes or yes, maybe they weren't reciprocated, but you needed to get that weight off your back.

"I'm sorry, I lied in every scene we rehearsed, the truth is I like you and I had no idea how to say it" With all the courage you could muster you blurted out your feelings, you wanted to die, throw yourself off a cliff and never see Jack again.

But he smiled at you again and started laughing, with the letter still in his hand, he rubbed his hands on his pants and looked all around before looking back at you.

"Are you being honest this time?" He whispered longingly to you, his cheeks turned red and you could swear yours were just as red, you nodded repeatedly which gave you a headache.

Jack turned around, releasing all the air he was holding and began to hop lightly, reaching towards you and taking your face in his hands, he kissed your forehead, your cheeks and your nose, his eyes were paid to yours, looking at you sweetly.

"Can I kiss you, I just really like you too"

He teased you, you laughed and hugged his abdomen, drawing him to you and resting your lips on his.

At that moment you could have sworn you were in love with Jack Champion.

!!

english is not my first language, sorry if there are some mistakes, i try to improve. also to mention that i don't write smut, just fluff !!, bc jack deserves respect. <3

[ajalholland]

Confessions (Zack Fair x reader)

Confessing feelings + some baby fever... I've got it bad

Zack watched as (Y/n) stopped to look at the adorable baby clothes in the store. He couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as he saw the tiny outfits and accessories. It was like a switch flipped inside him, and suddenly, he was imagining a future with (Y/n) where they had a baby together. His heart raced and his palms grew sweaty as he tried to control his emotions. Was he seriously thinking of a future with (Y/n)? And they weren't even dating..

(Y/n)'s gaze was fixated on the adorable infant wear, imagining how cute it would be to see her nephew in them... or maybe her own baby some day.

Zack watched as (Y/n) browsed the clothing section, her eyes sparkling with joy and excitement. It was clear that she had babies on her mind, and that made Zack's heart flutter. Without thinking, he approached her and said, "So, I guess you like kids, huh?" Zack tried to sound casual, but he couldn't hide the hint of hope in his voice.

(Y/n) was so captivated by the clothes that she hadn't noticed Zack approach her. When he spoke, she snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at him.

"Oh, yeah, I do. Babies are just so cute and precious," she replied with a warm smile.

(Y/n) looked back at the clothes, she held up two onesies, comparing the two of them. Zack chuckled at her reaction. "Yeah, they are pretty cute," he said, leaning against the rack of clothes. He couldn't deny it anymore, he was definitely starting to fall in love with (Y/n). "You ever thought about having one of your own?" he asked, his voice growing softer.

(Y/n) looked at Zack when he spoke, noticing the change in his voice. She smiled at the thought of having a baby of her own, imagining how life would change.

"Yeah, I have," (Y/n) admitted, running a hand through the onesies. "I've always wanted to have children of my own. It's kind of a dream of mine to start a family one day."

Zack's heart skipped a beat at (Y/n)'s words. She wanted to have children someday. The thought of (Y/n) being a mother made his heart race even more.

"That's really sweet," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I bet you'd make an amazing mom." He watched as (Y/n) continued to browse through the onesies, his eyes lingering on her hands running over the soft fabric.

(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed a light pink at his compliment. "You think so?" she asked, looking up at him with a small smile. "I like to think I'd be a good mom." (Y/n) put the onesies back on the rack, now satisfied with her choice. "What about you? Do you want kids someday?"

Zack couldn't help but notice the small blush on (Y/n)'s cheeks, and he felt a flutter in his chest. He cleared his throat before responding.

"I've thought about it," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "To be honest, I never really gave it much thought until recently. But the idea of having a family, a kid, just... feels right. I don't know, maybe I'm just getting older."

(Y/n) smiled at his answer. "You would make a great dad," she said sincerely, looking him in the eye. "You're kind and caring, and I can tell you have a lot of love to give."

Zack was surprised by her compliment, but his heart lifted at her words. He smiled back at her, feeling a bit bashful. "Thanks," he said, running a hand through his spiky hair.

(Y/n)'s smile faded a little as her thoughts went to a different topic. "Have you... Have you ever thought about who you'd have those kids with?"

Zack esitated, wondering if he should tell her the truth. "Yeah," he said finally, his voice just above a whisper, "I have."

(Y/n) noticed the subtle shift in Zack's response, and her curiosity piqued.

"Can I ask who?" she asked, trying to sound casual but her heart beat a little faster as she waited for his answer.

Zack tensed up a little at her question. He knew what she was getting at, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it yet.

"Well..." he began, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "There is someone I like. Someone I could see myself having a future with. Someone who I could see being the mother of my children."

(Y/n) felt a sharp pang in her chest when Zack mentioned someone he liked, but she pushed the feeling down. "Oh, really?" she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Do I know this someone?"

Zack could tell that (Y/n) was trying to act casual, but he could tell there was something behind it. He felt a pang of anxiety, but he knew he had to be honest with her.

"Yeah, you know her," he said quietly, avoiding her gaze. "She's intelligent, beautiful, and kind-hearted. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman."

As (Y/n) heard Zack's words, she felt a mix of emotions. A part of her was hurt, knowing that he had feelings for someone else. But another part of her was intrigued, as Zack spoke of this mystery woman.

"She sounds like a great person," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Is she someone close to you?"

Zack took a deep breath, knowing that he had to get this off his chest. He looked at (Y/n), his eyes meeting hers.

"Yeah, she's close to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've been friends for a while now, but I've only recently realized how I feel about her. I'm drawn to her in a way I can't explain. She's always on my mind and my heart races whenever I'm around her."

(Y/n) felt her heart beat faster with anxiety with each word Zack spoke. It was clear that he had strong feelings for this woman, and the more he described her, the more it became clear on who she thought he was talking about.

She tried to stay calm and collected, but inside, she was heartbroken. She should have known. "It's Aerith, right?" 

Zack's heart dropped as (Y/n) said Aerith's name. He could see the pain in her eyes, but he didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out.

"No, it's not Aerith," he said softly, his voice quiet. "Why would you jump to that conclusion?"

(Y/n) felt a mix of relief and confusion. It wasn't Aerith, but then who was it? (Y/n)'s mind was racing with questions as she looked at Zack.

"I-I don't know," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "The way you were describing her just...reminded me of Aerith, that's all." She took a deep breath, composing herself. "Plus you guys were always so close."

Zack nodded slowly, understanding why (Y/n) would think that about Aerith. He took a step closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Yeah, Aerith and I were close," he said softly. "But now, not like we used to be." He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her. "Can I tell you something?"

(Y/n)'s heart raced as Zack drew closer, the distance between them shrinking. She looked up at him, her eyes studying his face as he spoke. "Of course," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can tell me anything."

Zack took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. He looked into her eyes, hoping she would understand.

"The woman I was talking about earlier, the one I'm drawn to, the one who makes my heart race..." he said, his voice low. "It's you, (Y/n).."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched as Zack confessed his feelings for her. She hadn't expected him to say that, yet deep down, she had hoped for it. Her heart filled with a rush of emotions at his words: happiness, surprise, but also a sense of sadness. He had feelings for her, and she couldn't ignore that anymore.

"But...what about Aerith?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Zack felt a pang of guilt at the mention of Aerith's name. He knew he had to explain, and he wasn't even sure where to begin. "Aerith and I, I do care for her. A lot," he began, his voice softer. "But it's not the same as the way I feel about you... I never realized how deep my feelings for you ran until recently." He took a step closer to her, his eyes locking on hers.

"(Y/n), you're the one I can't stop thinking about."

(Y/n)'s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Zack had feelings for her, and he had chosen her over Aerith. It was hard to wrap her head around.

"I...I don't know what to say," she said, her voice shaky. Her mind was spinning with a million thoughts, but mostly she felt...happy. Happier than she had been in a long time.

Zack saw the mixture of emotions on (Y/n)'s face and he understood her confusion."You don't have to say anything," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes. "But I just wanted you to know how I feel about you. I can't keep it in any longer. I have to be honest with you."

He reached out and gently took her hand in his, his touch gentle yet firm.

(Y/n)'s hand tingled at the touch of his. His fingers on her skin sent shivers down her spine. She looked down at their hands, his rough and calloused, much different from her own soft and delicate. Yet they fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

Looking up at him, she searched his eyes for any hint of deception, but all she saw there was sincerity."I.. I like you too.." she confessed, her voice still shaky.

Zack heart leaped upon hearing (Y/n)'s confession. It was as if a massive weight had been lifted off his chest. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes locked on hers.

"Really?" he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "You do?"

(Y/n) smiled at Zack's reaction, his excitement mirrored her own.  "Yes, really." She said, her cheeks turning a light pink. "I've liked you for a long time. I just never thought you saw me as more than a friend."

Zack chuckled softly, his heart swelling in his chest. He took another step closer to her, their bodies just inches apart now.

"I guess I've been pretty dense," he said, a small smile on his lips. "But I see you, (Y/n). Really see you. And I like what I see."

He reached up and gently pushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trailing down her cheek.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat at the gentle touch. His fingers against her cheek made her skin tingle, and she found herself leaning slightly into his touch. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and her heart fluttered at the tenderness in his gaze. She suddenly became aware of how close they were standing, their bodies only inches apart. The warmth of his body seeping into hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

They were so caught up in their discussion they didn't realize they had an audience. "Oh, aren't you two a cute couple," an old lady said in a sweet, raspy voice. "Are you expecting?"

Zack and (Y/n) pulled apart as the old lady spoke, both of them blushing and flustered. Zack chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Expecting?" he repeated, his voice a bit higher than usual. 

The old lady chuckled, gesturing to the baby clothes they had been looking at. "Well, you were looking at the baby section," she explained, her eyes sparkling. "And you make a lovely couple."

(Y/n)'s face turned a deep shade of red, and she found herself tongue-tied. She glanced at Zack, hoping he would come up with some way to explain. 

Zack felt equally as flustered, but he managed a smile at the lady's comment. "Ah, well…" he began, trying to find the right words. "We're just..."

He trailed off, realizing that they really looked like a couple in this moment. They were standing close together, looking at baby clothes, and holding hands. It was easy to misunderstand. They didn't get to talk about being official yet.

The old lady chuckled again, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her voice lilting. "I remember what it was like to be young and in love. You've got that certain sparkle in your eyes."

(Y/n) wanted to protest, but she found herself at a loss for words. She gripped Zack's hand a little tighter, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "We were looking for some outfits for my nephew." She explained, at least that was what she was doing before Zack and her conversation.

Zack squeezed (Y/n)'s hand in return, hoping to reassure her. He was caught off guard by the old lady's assumption, but he didn't mind it. It felt...right, for some reason.

"Yeah, exactly," he said, agreeing with (Y/n)'s explanation.

The old lady laughed again, clearly amused by their awkward explanation. "Of course, of course," she said, winking at them. "Just remember, there's never a wrong time to start a family, if you catch my drift."

Zack chuckled nervously, feeling heat rising to his cheeks.

(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed even deeper as the old lady's comment. It was clear that the woman knew something was going on between them, and her words were definitely not helping.

"Uh... yes, right," (Y/n) managed to stammer out, her voice a little shaky.

The old lady chuckled again, her sly smile still in place. "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," she said, giving them both a wink before walking away.

Zack watched her go, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment. He turned to (Y/n), a sheepish grin on his face.

"That was... something," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

(Y/n) let out a sigh of relief as the old lady finally walked away. She let go of a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Yeah, she was quite a character," she said, a slight chuckle escaping her lips. She looked over at Zack, her expression turning a little more serious.

"What she said...about us."

Zack's heart skipped a beat as (Y/n) brought up the topic. The old lady's words still echoed in his mind. "Yeah..." he said quietly, his gaze meeting hers. "She was just being... nosey, I think."

He could see the serious expression on (Y/n)'s face, and he felt a pang of nervousness. He knew they needed to talk about their relationship.

(Y/n) nodded, but her expression remained serious. "Yes, she was," she agreed. She took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. "But she was onto something, too. We need to talk about us."

Her heart was pounding in her chest. They had confessed their feelings, but they needed to define what this was. What were they to each other now?

Zack felt his chest tighten at (Y/n)'s words. He knew she was right. They needed to define their relationship. His feelings for her were clear, and he knew she felt the same. He took a step closer to her, a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, we do," he agreed, his voice slightly hoarse. "We need to decide...what we are."

His heart was racing, the reality of the situation sinking in. But he was ready to talk, to figure things out.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, her throat felt dry and her heart was pounding in her chest. This was it, the conversation she was simultaneously dreading and hoping for.

"I... I know how I feel..." she began, looking up at him. "You're one of the most important people in my life. I care about you deeply."

She took a deep breath, preparing to say the words she had held back for so long. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I want you, Zack. I want us. Officially."

Zack's heart felt like it was about to burst. His heart was swelling with her words, love and desire coursing through his body.

When she said she wanted to be with him officially, a surge of happiness and relief washed over him. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his touch gentle but firm.

"I want you too, (Y/n)," he replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long, I was just too afraid to say it."

(Y/n)'s heart leaped in her chest as Zack confirmed that he wanted her too. His touch on her cheek sent shivers down her spine, and she leaned into his hand. "Good," she said, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Because you're stuck with me now."

Zack chuckled, his heart overflowing with happiness. The way she leaned into his touch, the smile on her lips... It all made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

He pulled her in closer, his arms holding her close to him. "I guess I am," he said, grinning. "But to be fair, I think I've been stuck on you for a while now."

(Y/n) felt her cheeks turn pink as Zack pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. She smiled at his words, and she knew he was right.

"You're never getting away from me now," she said, a hint of teasing in her voice.

She looked up at him, tilting her face towards his. "Not that I'd let you go anyway." And with that, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a soft, gentle kiss.

Feeling (Y/n)'s lips against his own was like electricity coursing through his body. He pulled her even closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he kissed her back. It was all he could do to not completely melt on the spot.

When they finally broke apart, Zack let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, his heart racing. He rested his forehead against hers, a smile on his face. "You really are something else," he murmured, his words filled with tenderness.

"I know."

[angstymdzsthoughts]

I just seeen this post:(https://angstymdzsthoughts.tumblr.com/post/695113850639499264/i-just-saw-a-post-about-nhs-going-to-lqr-for-help)

And i want to add more!

During his time in seclusion, Xichen is really not well. He has been betrayed in the worst way, his trust and kindness have been abused for years by A-Yao.

When he was suffering of his uncle's rejection (that he didn't understand. He didn't understand what he did bad, why his uncle seemed to not like him anymore so suddenly), A-Yao was always there to recomfort him, telling him it was a misunderstanding.

Except it wasn't a misunderstanding…His uncle thought he was A-Yao's accomplice. The only present parental figure he had all his life seen him as capable of so horrible acts. It hurted so much. Maybe that's why he stopped to be so patient and gentle to only give him lectures and judgments. For years he suffered of his rejection that he didn't understand, for years he craved the affection who had vanished. Affection that his uncle gave Wangji, but not him.

And now he was alone.

Mingjue was dead. A-Yao had never really cared about him, had used him, had betrayed him, had the audacity to say he had never wanted to hurt him. Wangji was busy living the love story he always wanted. The elders didn't care. His uncle didn't love him anymore.

He stops eating, he hopes (a tiny and desperate hope) that his uncle will get worried over it, that he'll come to see him. He just wants that someone shows him that he's loved, that someone sincerely care about him. That someone cares over him and loves him without wanting anything in return.

But nobody came.

After a conference, Wangjj returns to Cloud Recess with Wei Wuxian and decides to visit his brother, because he never answered at his letters (because Qiren and the elders didn't give the letters to Xichen, as punishment). Lan Qiren tries to distract him, saying that seclusion means isolement, but Wangji is subborn. He's horrified to see his brother so pale, so thin and so depressed.

"Why are you caring?" "You"re my brother, of course i care!" "Don't lie, you think too i'm guilty. that i helped HIM. You wish i was dead in the temple too"

It doesn't take long to Wangji to understand. His uncle really thougth that his brother helped to kill Mingjue, when it was obvious that he was in love with him? That he didn't care that Jin Rusong dies, when he adored this child? That his brother who had always fought for justice authorizes Jin Guangyao's horrible actions? He remembers how much his brothers are broken, horrified, angry in the temple. How was so broken that he almost considerate to die with Jin Guangyao, because he couldn't forgive himself to have been so blind.

He also remember how his uncle has suddenly stopped his kind advices toward Xichen, to become stern and cold, like if Xichen had done something bad. How he refused to give him even a bit of affection. How Xichen had, little to little, stopped to ask for advices since he had only lectures and judgement when he asked for help. He remembers to have see the sadness in his brother's eyes when Wangji had the right to have affection but that him was rejected without reason. How Xichen must have felt so alone and abandonned. And him didn't see that before, or rather he didn't understand.

He felt angry. How his uncle could believe that Xichen had helped Jin Guangyao to kill the man he loved? How could he think that his brother could be so horrible? It was obvious that he was manipulated and emotionally abused.

And now he re-think how his uncle and the elders seems to think that he should take the post of Sect Leader at his brother's place. He felt really angry: since how much time his uncle planned that? How he tried to stop him to visit his brother.

"Brother, come" "I'm in seclusion, i can't" "You're sick, you need help"

He bring back his brother in his home and they speak, a lot.

When Lan Qiren comes to the house, learning that Xichen is really unwell, Wei Wuxian blocks the door "ho? now you care about your nephew? You realize he's a victim of Jin Guangyao, who was a master of manipulation and only showed his helpless side to your nephew!

"it's not your business"

"It is if it hurt Lan Zhan. And i'm pretty sure that Nie Huaisang didn't ask your to emotionally abuse Xichen-ge"

" I didn't..."

Wangji comes and asks his husband to watch his brother while he speaks with his uncle.

"You treated him so badly fore 10 years uncle" "I thought he was helping…." "That he had helped to kill the man he loved with all his heart?" snaps Wangji "that he was so horrible that he let a man marry his own sister and kill his son? that he would have let Jin Guangyao kill so much people?" "Wangji" "NO! You WEREN'T here in the temple. You DIDN'T see his face when he learned everything, when he sees Nie Mingjue's body, when Jin Guangyao admitted his sins. He has been manipulated, used, his trust and kindness have been abused for years!" He takes a deep breath. "and all those years, i thought you felt bad about my punishment but you just thought my brother was a traitor and tried to tear us apart, to make me sect leader at the end. To win my trust so i would reject him too. But hear me, i will NOT become the sect leader, my brother is the leader and i'll never take his place! I just replace him while he's sick. The ones who will try to hurt him again will be banished from the sect!"

"Wangji!"

"Between you and him, i choose him."

"Wangji"

"I'll forgive you the day where my brother will forgive you for the unfair and cruel way you treated him"

"I told you, i thought he helped..."

"Except he wasn't uncle"

And then Wangji looks at Qiren with a disgusted look, turn his back to him, and close the door of his house behind him.

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[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟTill death do us part → Ginji Kyuma x reader ˚₊· ꒰🥀꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊After Arisu defeats the King of Clubs' team, you believe that even after so much slaughter, you deserve at least a dignified farewell.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Ginji Kyuma x fem!reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊angst, main character death, no happy ending.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊mention of death, blood, trauma.

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊1,03k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊ This is a SUPER old chapter I wrote, and I only just realized I never posted it here on Tumblr. Hope you like it! Just a heads-up, English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Happy reading! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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─── Damn, it seems like Kyūma messed up.

One of his bandmates mutters with an apparently frustrated sigh upon hearing the screen announcement that points had been exchanged. You don't really pay much attention to what your friends are saying to one another. Instead, your thoughts are consumed by where all of this is heading and the fact that you must find Kyūma—at least one last time.

Your body moves before your brain can catch up, running as fast as you can because you know your final moments depend on this. You're breathless but don't stop, tears blurring your vision and making it harder to see.

Running for your life had become routine at the Borderlands, but now, more than ever, the tightness in your chest, the rapid thudding of your heart, and the sweat dripping down your forehead somehow fuel your determination. You need to find him because you know he would want to be with you in his final moments, too.

After all, he promised you.

Like that day, before all this started, before the Borderlands mercilessly invaded your lives.

You were sitting in the tiny apartment you shared, more specifically on the balcony. Kyūma was perched on a chair, jotting down a song for his collection of potential tracks for future shows, while you lounged comfortably on a beanbag at his feet.

You observed every detail about him, every expression. You thought his love for music was beautiful, how it consumed his life in a way that seemed to give him a kind of freedom. You adored his dedication—like now—his brow slightly furrowed as he assessed some lyrics, his hair falling lightly over his face, or the way he pushed it back in that effortlessly attractive manner. You loved how he rested his notebook on one leg, which was crossed over the other and bouncing cheerfully to a rhythm only he could hear in his mind.

“I love this, you know?” you murmured with a smile, not wanting to break the calm atmosphere.

“What exactly?” he asked, glancing at you with curiosity, showing his usual interest in your thoughts and feelings.

“How passionate you are about everything you do. Whether it’s being an amazing boyfriend or even just little things like writing a good song for the band. I love that about you.”

He smiled shyly, something that only happened when he was around you. Normally, he was someone who wasn’t afraid to show how he felt when complimented, but with you, he got nervous—maybe because of the effect you had on him.

“Oh, my love. You’re making me all flustered now,” he replied playfully, laughing with you.

He lowered his raised leg, placing the notebook on the small table beside him, and gestured for you to sit on his lap, which you did. He cupped your face, pressing a sincere kiss to your lips, as tender as could be. His lips felt like a comforting embrace, a place where you could relax without fear. He pulled away, leaving one last kiss on your forehead, gazing into your eyes with care and affection, wishing he could hold this sight forever.

“I want you to know that you’re my greatest joy. My passion, my partner, my love. I’m in love with everything about you because I want to be with you and take care of you until my last breath. Keep this promise in your heart,” he said, holding your hands and pressing them against his chest. “I’ll love you until my last breath, until the last beat of my heart. I want to spend my life with you, even when we’re old and gray. But if that doesn’t happen, just know that every particle of my being lives for loving you, my darling.”

When you finally reach the shore where the ocean comes into view, you anxiously scan the area for Kyūma. You spot him quickly, standing beside a tall man you recognize as Arisu. Your breathing falters as your eyes meet Kyūma’s. He smiles at you while walking backward away from Arisu. You’re just a few steps away from them, so you sprint the remaining distance to him.

You stand face to face, Kyūma still smiling as he gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. The two of you join hands, and with his free hand, he cups your face, kissing you with both urgency and care. The kiss is short but profound—like every goodbye when it’s time to part. He pulls away, stroking your hair gently.

Kyūma turns to face the ocean, and you follow without hesitation. He lets go of your hand for a brief moment, raising his arms as he breathes in the cold ocean breeze one last time. You watch him, closing your eyes and sighing deeply as you smile softly.

─── I don’t regret anything.

His voice is calm, carrying the weight of everything left unsaid.

─── I had a good life with the band and the love of my life. It was incredible… Thank you. For living it with me until the very end.

He turns to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You press a kiss to his neck, silently returning the sentiment.

─── Thank you, Kyūma... for always loving me.

A deafening noise comes from above, followed by a bright red light descending from the sky. In that instant, both of you are swallowed into the vastness of the blue ocean.

Arisu watches, his legs trembling as he witnesses the end of a love that lasted as powerfully as time itself, ending with nothing more than a game.

─── …I’m so sorry.

He covers his face with his hands, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

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[iyliss]

And Edo or Mizuchi if I'm not being too annoying all at once~

nooo you're not!!! I love talking about all of them. Thank you so much for giving me an excuse.

I already did Edo over here but let's go for Mizuchi ~

Why I like them/why I don’t: Absolutely most incredible ygo character to ever be created. A shrine maiden with psychic power that lives in a cave and who has advanced hacking skills to the point of easily getting into one of the most powerful company's internal system AND a war sattelite?? Who's first reaction to needing help from people is kidnapp and beat their loved one so they have no choice but to help?? i love her she would be a terrifying villain if she didn't care first for her very nice brother's feelings.

What I like about their appearance: honestly a very solid design, i love how she's very clearly saiou's sister while having her own identity... she's also just a bit uncanny which is very nice. Also closest thing we get to a girl wearing pants in that series ig.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? Both Mizuchi and Sarina are such cute name... i wish she was talked about a bit more so I could read Sarina more often.

OTP That is a whole aromantic woman who would rather die than get in any kind of form of relationship and who generally has very not positive thoughts on peolple and is most happy alone in a cave. Outside of that well yeah her relationship with saiou is so dear to me, there's much to do with Edo and i do like her dynamic with tenjoin siblings because on one hand you have the tf scenen with Fubuki and on the other the things she could talk about with Asuka...

NOTP : Anyone she isn't approaching love.

OT3 : actually once more not a romantic one, i love the childhood development with her, saiou and edo. Little tiny kids with no one else in the whoooole world.

Favourite card they use: HER MAIN IS SO like in a world of ygo girls always have cute or pretty or nice-looking card her is a BIG GIANT UGLY DISGUSTING GOD OF DARKNESS. It's such a nice opposition with saiou's cards. And it reminds me a bit of the gods that mizuchi and him are in the bujins. Look at this thing. Mizuchi I love you.

Favourite moment they were in: When the virtual world is colapsing and everyone escape and Judai tells her to leave with them... And she's so SURPRISED because she didn't realize that anyone would ever want to just... listen to her and help her. Like she really didn't think about just asking for help because she sincerely expected to not receive any.

Least favourite moment: I adore Saiou's appearance in season 4 but uuugh I wish it wasn't at the cost of Mizuchi being a damsel in distress... Im glad it's at least portrayed as both of them wanting to save each other but still... She deserved so much more.

[nuggets-and-stars]

Lee!Flutters and Ler Mane 6 of your choice? :3

Sorry this took so long :( but I'm here now so enjoy the cutie that is Fluttershy

Lee: Fluttershy

Ler: Applejack

(Fluttershy and Applejack are dating in this I hope you don't mind

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Applejack felt the heat rise up to her cheeks as Fluttershy adorably giggled to a story she just finished sharing about a mishap that happened in the last Apple Family Reunion.

The two mares were going on a nice, calm nature walk through the orchard in the middle of fall. A perfect date idea if you ask Applejack.

The earth pony stared at Fluttershy in awe. How could she not? The pegasus was pretty, kind, soft spoken, and not to mention adorable! What isn't there to love?

"Applejack?" Fluttershy interrupted her thoughts. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Applejack shook her head with a tiny giggle. "No, no. You're alright, sugarcube. I just… really like your laugh. It's cute!"

Fluttershy blushed a deep red and attempted to hide behind her wings. "M-My laugh?"

"Mhm!" The farmpony nodded sincerely, feeling her own cheeks get warm.

When Fluttershy didn't say anything, Applejack took a couple steps forward, the only thing separating the two mares was the pegasus' wings. Applejack leaned forward with a mischievous grin, forcing Fluttershy to put her wings down against her sides again when Applejack kept persisting.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Applejack asked in a teasing tone, booping their noses together.

Fluttershy avoided eye contact. "Well… I don't think you'd lie… it's just… hard to believe- EEP!" The pegasus let out a surprised squeal when Applejack had poked her in the belly, quickly covering her mouth.

"Applejack! You can't- *squeak*" Fluttershy got cut off by another poke, she tried to swat away the orange hoof with a strained smile.

Applejack let out a laugh as she kept poking the yellow-coated mare in the belly. "What? What's wrong? I can't what?"

"Nohohoho… you knohohow what!" Fluttershy exclaimed through tiny giggles, twisting her head in order not to make eye contact with the farmpony. But wherever Fluttershy's head went, Applejack wasn't too far behind.

"What's the matter, hun?" Applejack asked with a teasing grin. "Come ooon~ talk to me~" The orange mare sang, which only increased the pegasus' flustered state.

"Applejahahack…!" Fluttershy whined, her giggles flowing through her mouth faster as Applejack nuzzled the side of her neck. "Nohohohoho…"

"No? But I'm just tryna show my appreciation for my cute little marefriend." Applejack's voice was muffled by Fluttershy's neck. She could've sworn she heard a snort during her sentence.

"I'm tahahahalleheher than yohohu." Fluttershy said, ears turning bright red as a blush began to take over her face.

Applejack let out a mock gasp. "You… okay, you want to do it like that, huh?"

"Applejack… Applejack, wahahaHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR!" Fluttershy had shrieked, but Applejack didn't mind. She did ask for it by blowing a raspberry on Fluttershy's neck.

Applejack didn't bother responding as she kept blowing raspberry after raspberry, they were the only things that got a reaction like this out of Fluttershy, and she wanted to cherish it. Applejack could tell her marefriend was blushing up a storm from the way the top of her head felt the heat, even through her signature hat.

The orange mare eventually took pity on Fluttershy and stopped with the raspberries and went for nuzzling her cheek right before she crashed into Applejack's chest with a deep sigh of contentment.

Applejack chuckled and went to kiss the top of Fluttershy's head. "You're cute."

"And you're mean!" Fluttershy retorted, sticking out her tongue at the other mare. Applejack knew there's no actual ire behind her words, since the pegasus was grinning.

"Maybe. But you're blushing~" Applejack couldn't help but tease.

Surprisingly, Fluttershy smirked. Uh oh. She only had that face when she had a comeback. "And you weren't when Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom teamed up on you?"

Applejack groaned and covered her face with her hat, now it was her turn to blush. She still remembered it clearly, but she mostly remembered the face her five friends had when they saw that, apparently they had needed Applejack's help with taste testing some of Pinkie's baked goods. Never in her life had she so desperately wanted to melt into the ground and never be seen again.

"Y'all are never gonna let me forget that, are ya?" She asked, voice muffled by her hat. Rainbow and Pinkie loved to remind her of that.

"Eeenope!" Fluttershy chirped in her Big Mac impression. "It was cute!"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Applejack booped her marefriend's nose with a chuckle, trying not to focus on her heating up face. "You had yer fun!"

The two stayed quiet for a second, before Fluttershy spoke up again. "So… how's Apple Bloom doing in school?"

Applejack smiled warmly at the mare, she loved that Fluttershy was getting closer with her family. She began to talk and Fluttershy began to listen with little hums of acknowledgement throughout the ramble. Those sounds were music to her ears.

[madisonpattonblog]

Immediate Plans In Contractor Licensing Exam - A Background

Previously this year I was persuaded by my loving other half as well as adoring youngsters that if I really enjoyed them I would have a swimming pool installed in our back backyard. Now, I directly think that if God had implied for human beings to hang out in the water he would certainly have provided us gills as opposed to ears as well as fins rather than fingers and flippers as opposed to toes, but that am I to argue with the desires of the water starving ladies in my life? For this reason the big concrete fish pond that now exists in my yard. The experience did introduce me to an interesting class of entrepreneurs jointly called, " specialists." I don't mean to generalize, yet the professionals I have actually been handling are a stereotypically number who drive truly huge pickup and also put on used job boots as well as filthy denims and torn tees as well as sporting activity three-day hairs and also pass names like Buddy, Bubba, Junior, Earl, and also obviously Tiny, who was the biggest individual on the crew. Side note: calling a fat individual Tiny is like naming a three-legged pet Fortunate or a one-armed male Lefty or a bald individual Harry. Sure, it's amusing at initially, however after that the joke, like the seat of Tiny's trousers and also the fuzz on Harry's head, wears slim. So I offered my other half the OK for the pool as well as the service providers started appearing of the woodwork. There was the pool specialist, the concrete specialist, the landscaping professional, the fence specialist, the dust elimination professional, the bug control service provider, the electrical specialist, as well as the plumbing contractor and contractors whose specialty I've neglected. After that the enjoyable started as the service providers began to disrupt our lives. And the one question that kept going with my mind throughout the whole challenge was this: exactly how do these guys manage to stay in business since they obviously do not offer much thought to the contractor licensing exam common policies of company, neglecting little points like scheduling, preparation, employee monitoring, licensing, top quality of work, and so on. Now I mean no disrespect to the contracting market in its entirety. I'm sure there are lots of upstanding, sincere, hard-working specialists in this world who take excellent satisfaction in their job and operate by the publication as well as give greater than a mug packed with cigarette spit about their client's fulfillment. Then there was the team that settled in my backyard right component of the summer. From them I learned a few important lessons regarding the contracting organization that I would love to show to you now. If you've ever before handled a professional of any kind of kind I'm certain these lessons will sound familiar to you. When a contractor states, "Yes, sir, we'll be out initial point in the early morning," he actually implies, "Well, sir, if you're fortunate we'll be out here at some factor over the next 6 to one year as well as we will not bother phoning call to allow you recognize that we're not coming or to reschedule.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

[nnatsume]

a rainy day w/ natsume had me crying omg... and since you're only taking requests for switch, how about a first date with all of them (separately)? your writing is adorable,, i will cry again

a / n : hihi anon! whew, rainy day sure is loved! i hope those were happy tears. thank you so much! this request took me a bit to complete as it's pretty lengthy. i'm not really proud of this one for some reason hmm.. hopefully it's still enjoyable. here's your sweet dreaaaams!

✦ — first dates with SWITCH !

☆ — SAKASAKI NATSUME

you'll probably have to propose the idea here, because natsume is perfectly content with simply being around you. if you want a date though, then he's happy to oblige, giving you a promise of a first date out of this world.

you won't catch him often for a while after that—it's like he disappeared from the face of the earth entirely, only popping up in the corner of your eye or the screen of your phone. trust me, he texts, and dress comfortably in two days.

"where is he..?", you asked yourself, looking down at your watch. it was way past the time he suggested that you be there—you've been waiting at the gates for nearly fifteen minutes. people have started asking you what you were waiting for. did natsume ditch me?, the thought made your head fall, maybe he did.

a hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts, and when you looked up, you stared into pools of gold. "sorry, sorry.. shu-niisan held me up.", he huffed, checking behind him. natsume hooked your arm with his, hurrying down the path. you didn't get the time to scold him for his tardiness. "hurry, hurry, i still smell his perfume. he's nearby, he's on our trail."

natsume popped up dressed nicely to whisk you away, at least. you could have a good guess why. on the way to your spot, he confessed how when word reached shu and rei about your date, shu went ballistic and dragged him to the dressing room, and rei was monologuing about young love in the hallway. you had a good laugh, he would have laughed a little too if he wasn't mesmerized by your smile.

before you arrived, he had you cover your eyes. guiding you through grass and branches with a hand on your back. just where was he taking you? when you asked, he simply said somewhere special.

and when he lets you open your eyes, you nearly couldn't believe them. a little blanket set in a tiny clearing, a few little baskets with treats that you've never tasted before. two little porcelain plates, one for each. the trees were decorated with little lanterns, charms and strings hung across the branches. there was even a little fountain, where the hell did that come from?

natsume created you a little bubble, your world, with the help of the other eccentrics. wataru was quick to jump out of the bushes when mentioned, sprouting a dove right into your face before he took off with kanata. to your amazing love.

☆ — AOBA TSUMUGI

even the thought of a date had him chewing on his fingernails. a date, oh god, he should take you on a date somewhere. that's what couples do, right? right?!, tsumugi has zero experience in that field.

he'll ask around and borrow books, as unhelpful as they are. he doesn't feel like he's worthy of you already and thinks that if this went wrong you'd probably ditch him—he's checking horoscopes and throwing all kinds of lucky charms into his bag days before.

"what are you doing..?"

tsumugi was hustling around the room, throwing various items into his bag and pockets. feathers, crystals, and jars with herbs. you were handed a maneki-neko, with a hurried whisper of 'this is yours, for prevention'.

"i'm preparing for our date!", he replied, tossing in an entire horseshoe. "i've read the horoscope, and tomorrow's the perfect day! it predicted a fortunate day for both of us.. ah! sorry if it's too sudden, i only found out now.."

you let him pick? he's going to faint. tsumugi goes around asking what you like, but unfortunately doesn't gain much from it. he sincerely hopes you like a café, because that's where he sees a lot of couples when he passes by.

he got you a nice table beforehand, right at the window so you have a nice view outside. tsumugi is twiddling his thumbs all the time—you really wanted to go on a date with him? it means the world to him, so he really wants you to enjoy it. get whatever you want, it's on him.

you only find out he arrived with flowers under the table when he dropped the whole bouquet, too nervous to give them to you. peonies, all for you—they mean love and good fortune. please say you like them or he'll die on the spot, he grew them himself. and the books that you've wanted to read? tsumugi's got the batch for you, neatly bundled up in white fabric.

you didn't think people could melt, but hold his hand across the table or on the way out and watch how he nearly turns into a puddle right then.

tsumugi is the kind of guy to drop you off at your house and when you think he's going to leave he turns back to say something. please take care!, he says, about to leave, then turns back, don't forget to do this!, and then he turns back again, i think you're very beautiful!

after that one, he runs off.

☆ — HARUKAWA SORA

sora is so pumped. he's always happy to be with you, but for some reason, the label—"date"—makes him even more excited. he can't contain it, glomping you when you say yes to his invitation. he has so many ideas, he nearly can't pick between them!

something you both can enjoy? sora can enjoy anything that is with you, you're lots and lots of fun. something you both really, really like? sora likes everything when he gets to do it with you. he really can't decide at all. wait a second..

"can we go to the arcade?", sora suggested, pausing your game to look up at you from where he was leaning on your shoulder. "they have many games—and new ones! there's something for everyone. sora thinks you will like it a lot!"

you gave it some thought. "sure. i heard there was a new game.."

his eyes sparkled, as he dropped his controller to loop his arms around your midriff. "haha, yeees! shishō said that it's really fun—sora wants to play it with you! it'll be way more fun, hehe!"

two of his favorite things in one place! isn't that great? he hopes he's your favorite too. sora isn't really nervous, but he is excited. for the days before the date, he'll be glued to your hip. for as long as he can, at least. sora can't wait!

he'll be up so early in the morning and there so much earlier than you made up. waiting was not an option—he had so much energy and nothing to do, so he went home two times and brought you something. a batch of your favorite sweets! there's a little chicken drawn on the corner of the package.

you're going to go through all those two-player games—he'll let you win on the games you have to fight each other in, but prefers team games a lot more. the rhythm games end up giving you a lot of arcade tickets.

a bag full of tickets. you filled his entire backpack with prize tickets. time flew by so quickly, you didn't even realize how much time you spent playing, you got carried away. worth it! at the prize stand, you could afford most of the things.

you ended up walking out with a bunch of matching items. plush animals, keychains—in all your favorite colors. he picked out a plushie similar to your color for himself—it's a comforting shade, so when you're not there, he can look at the plushie and remember your color! he really, really likes it.

[whumperooni]

Hii!! If you're up for it, could you write something about Katsuki-nii? I just wanna be his wittle wife, stealing his clothes, being bred full of his cum, constantly hanging of his arm and talking about how much I love him. People might think we're too close for siblings, but they know better than to say anything, just like i know better than to be anything but Katsuki-nii's good little sister-wife.👉👈💕

Despite being one of my favorite characters, I haven’t written Katsuki before so please be gentle! o( _ _ )o

tags/warnings: tw incest, a smidge of jealousy and possessiveness and insecurity, aged up characters 

You hear the whispers. You always do.

“She’s here again?”

“What kind of adult woman still makes lunch for her older brother?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird? I mean...why is she always over him like that? And the way she dresses...it’s like...”

“Don’t they live with each other? That’s a bit strange, right?”

They whisper. They whisper, but they never really give voice to the uncomfortable thoughts and suspicions clouding their minds and filling their drum, dull days with the scandals they crave.

They whisper and you? You don’t listen.

You don’t need to listen- they don’t matter, their opinions don’t matter, the stares and gossip and mindless speculation don’t matter.

The only person who matters is Katsuki and, to a lesser degree, yourself.

Why should you care about others when your shining light- your sun, your heart, your darling big brother- is there to eclipse them with all his love and adoration?

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“Don’t you think they’re a little too close?”

More whispers, more gossip, more nosy busybodies trying to forget their own troubles by trying to bury themselves in you and your brother’s life.

It’s sad, really.

You ignore the raised brows and mouths hidden by hands and snuggle a little closer to your nii-san. He rolls his eyes, huffs, but his arm wraps around your waist a bit more firmly and his hand squeezes your waist, his fingers dig into your hip with a little flex.

“Nii-san, should I make curry or yakisoba tonight?”

“Mabo Dofu.”

You hum and you nod, mentally tack on the chore of going to the grocery store after you’re done here. You need to pick up his dry cleaning, too, and you need to remember to press Katsuki’s suit for his meeting with the hero commission in the morning.

Oh, and you need to lay out your dress for the dinner with the Todoroki’s tomorrow night.

Ah, tomorrow is going to be busy.

“Oh my gosh is that Dynamight?!”

Fingers dig into your hip again and you know that your big brother is irritated without having to look. He’s tired today- annoyed- and you know that the squealing call of a fangirl is not exactly what he wants to hear.

Poor nii-san- it must be tough having to deal with so much attention sometimes.

(Though, he does deserve the attention- he’s such a good hero; strong and handsome and eye catching without even having to try.

He’s perfect.)

“Dynamight! Dynamight! Will you sign my planner?!”

Two girls pop up right in front of- eyes sparkling and wonder on their faces, their proximity much too close. They don’t seem to notice you at first, but that’s okay- nii-san is the one who deserves the attention after all.

“Oh my gosh, I just love you so much! You’re so- oh.”

Ah, and now there’s disappointment on both their faces- expressions falling and pouts pushing rouged lips out, something almost irritated crossing over them.

Again, that’s okay- you’re used to it.

One of them- clearly the bolder of the two- eyes you without restraint. Her head cocks and her arms fold across her chest, her brows furrow.

“Is this- I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? Oh, that’s cute.

You’re much more than a girlfriend.

Before your big brother’s temper can snap, you fix a sweet smile on your face- head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder and a giggle slipping from you.

“Oh, no- I’m his sister!”

“Sister...?” the other one asks, brows knitting together to match her friend’s.

Her eyes dart to the strong arm keeping you firmly against your big brother and you let your smile grow when she looks back up at you, give her a nod.

“Yep! Dynamight’s one and only little sister,” you chirp.

Katsuki snorts and you have to stifle a giggle when the girls exchange a look between them. Before they can say anything else, you nudge your big brother- smile softening when you feel him pull you just a little bit closer.

“Katsuki, sign her planner!” you urge him. You smile at the girl who hadn’t asked for any autographs and she seems to startle a little, flush whenever you prompt her with, “Do you have anything you want signed?”

She hesitates before giving a small nod and you watch as she starts digging around in her purse, detach yourself gently from your brother so he can carry out his duty to his fans.

He does so, with some grumbles and huffs, and the girls are aware enough not to push for a photo- scurry away with eyes lit up once again and excited squeals leaving them. You watch them with a smile and then reward your brother with a kiss to his cheek.

That gets him relaxing, just slightly, but you make a mental note of being extra attentive to him once he gets home from work.

“Nii-san,” you murmur, “I’m going to head off, okay? I need to pick up groceries.”

“Fine,” he grunts. “Just make sure to get some sansho.”

“I know, nii-san,” you huff, fondly. Another press of your lips to his cheek and then you squeeze his hand, smile at him with all the warm love you have. “I love you.”

“...love you.”

It’s rough, quiet, but it still has you beaming all the same.

You flounce off to run your errands- mind swirling with all the ways you can make your big brother happy.

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It’s not too big of a surprise whenever you run into Sero at the store- he works in the same city as your big brother and you do run into him every once in a while.

What is a surprise is the way he rubs his neck sheepishly in the middle of chatting, when he smiles at you with a spark of hope in his eyes and a nervousness you’re not quite used to from him.

“Hey, I was wondering- are you free on Saturday? I thought maybe we could grab dinner or something...”

Your head tilts and you blink at him- surprised by the question.

Is he asking you out on a date?

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sero- on Saturday Katsuki and I are going to the movies. And we have a lunch with Kirishima planned.”

For a moment, Sero looks a little dejected. But then he’s smiling again and nodding.

“Oh, yeah, I get that. What about Sunday?” he asks- persistent but not quite pushy.

You smile at him and it’s guilty, a little apologetic.

Sero is nice. Friendly. You’re sure he’d make for a great date.

Maybe in another life...

No, in another life you’d still find your way back to Katsuki.

You shake your head, fingers flexing on your shopping cart and your expression softens even when his own smile wanes.

“Sunday we’re having lunch with the family. And Katsuki promised he’d take me shopping...”

“Ah...”

It’s quiet for a moment, awkward. Sero scratches his cheek and he forces his lips back up, rubs the back of his neck again in a way that seems a little...frustrated.

“You, uh, you spend a lot of time with your brother,” he says, words coming out in a near mumble. “Don’t you ever have time to yourself? Time for a boyfriend or anything?”

A boyfriend?

You almost huff, but you just smile instead- big and sweet as you shake your head with a soft laugh.

“Why would I need a boyfriend when I have my nii-chan?”

And, with that, Sero’s face falls completely- features distorting with something that you can’t quite name, something that almost almost has you feeling ashamed.

“Right...”

More awkwardness after that. Sero makes his excuses to leave and he detracts himself- a frown on his face as he leaves you all alone with your shopping cart and a faint, quiet sadness that you quickly push away.

You shake your head and clear your thoughts, look down at your shopping list.

Right, you still need to get the sansho. And you should pick up some beer for Katsuki, too.

With a hum, you continue your shopping- the exchange forgotten for thoughts of domesticity and all the plans you have with your big brother instead.

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“Fuck.”

Your lips quirk into a smile at Katsuki’s groan and you wander over to him with a beer in hand, press a doting kiss to his cheek before sliding into his lap.

“Long day?” you ask in a murmur, hands running over his chest.

You get a grunt in response- Katsuki’s head lolling back with another groan whenever your hands begin to knead at his shoulders, soothe tight knots.

“Fuckin’ reporters got the jump on me,” he huffs. “And goddamn Deku wouldn’t stop talkin’ to ‘em.”

You make a sympathetic little noise and run a hand up until you can stroke your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. Something close to a sigh leaves him when you begin to massage there and you feel your heart melting a little as you watch the tension so very slowly begin to bleed from him.

“I’m sorry, nii-san,” you tell him- sincere, voice soft. “That sounds like a pain.”

Another grunt and you hum, drape your arms over your big brother’s shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You need to relax, nii-san,” you mumble, pressing closer when his hands grip your waist. “I wanna help...”

“Then help.”

It comes out as a growl and you shiver from it, rock yourself against your big brother and slot your lips against his.

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“Is that what you’re wearing?”

You blink and look over your shoulder at your big brother, look down at your dress.

It’s simple- form fitting, yes, but not overly tight. A pretty dress with pretty flaring pleats and a cute sweetheart neckline, heels and stockings to match. You’re wearing one of the necklaces Katsuki has bought you- a copper choker with an o-ring in the middle, tiny and shining rubies dotting along the copper band.

It’s one of your favorites- something he had bought you when he first started the agency. The dress is new, but it’s a favorite, too.

“You don’t like it?” you ask him, frowning just a tiny bit.

Katsuki huffs and he walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head with a scowl.

“I like it,” he grumbles. “I’m sure Icyhot will like it too.”

Ah, now you see what the problem is.

A sigh leaves you and you gently place your hands over his, look him over in the mirror.

Slacks, a button up that’s not quite buttoned up. Simple and not his style, but something that makes him look so very handsome. You love it when he’s dressed up a little and you know that he likes it when you dress up, too.

“Nii-san,” you murmur. “I don’t care if Shoto likes it or not- I only care if you do.”

It’s true- it really is.

The words have Katsuki’s scowl softening, just a little, and you turn your head so you can press a kiss to his jawline, hum whenever he tilts his head back so you can lay another on his neck.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he huffs- still so grumpy, his arms tightening around you. “Don’t like the way fuckin’ Natsuo looks at you either.”

“Katsuki...”

You turn around before he can grumble any more and you cup his face, kiss him and try to show him just how much you care for him and no one else.

“Nii-san,” you tell him, soft and adoring and sincere as can be, “it doesn’t matter if they look at me. I don’t care. I love you. You’re all that matters to me.”

Katsuki’s expression flickers with something fond, with something near vulnerable. It’s gone in a second, though, and then you’re backed against the wall, your brother’s lips are meeting yours.

“You’re mine,” he breathes against you, fingers digging into your hips and your dress bunching up underneath them. “Mine.”

His lips find your neck and you’re left mewling, clinging to him and rocking against a thick thigh whenever he slips it between yours.

“Yours,” you gasp out- Katsuki’s teeth nipping at you, his hands dragging you up and down his leg. “I’m- oh- I’m all yours!”

Katsuki grunts and then one of his hands are gone, then there’s the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He lifts you and you moan at the display of strength, wrap your legs around him when his cock ruts against you. It takes just a quick second for him to push your panties to the side and you shudder when you feel him pressing against your entrance, cling to him and claw your nails into his back.

“So fucking wet.”

You are- you really are. How can you not be when you’re held up like this- your big brother lifting you like you weigh nothing, vermilion gaze burning as he takes in how quick your cheeks flushed and how fast your face falls needy and hazy? How can you not be when he looks at you as if you’re everything- a beautiful bounty, a delicious treat, a darling little sister, a perfect wife?

“Please, nii-san,” you mewl, beg. “Please- I need you!”

A growl and then your big brother is sliding into you- stretching you open with his big cock and making you moan, whine his name.

“Gonna fuckin’- shit- gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts- no time wasted as he starts to thrust, sends your head spinning as he fucks you against the wall. “Fill up my girl’s cunt.”

It’s a promise as strong and sure as anything. You whimper, nod, and press a needy, clumsy kiss to his lips, clench around his cock at the thought.

“Gonna rip off these panties,” he growls- near snarls. “Fuckin’ drip my cum all over the Todoroki’s house- show them who you belong to!”

Oh, fuck.

The thought of that has you keening and you nod along to the words, gasp and hold onto him desperately as heat sears through you- as overwhelming pleasure has you choking up, almost sobbing.

“Yes! Nii-san, please! I’m- please- show them-”

Katsuki moans and it’s hot against your neck, broken up by an open mouthed kiss and his lips sucking a deep bruise over your flesh. You start to come- lashes fluttering and a sob slipping past your lips- and his teeth dig in deeper to your throat, the snapping of his hips gets faster, harder.

“Good- fuck- good girl. My good girl- comin’ on nii-san’s cock like a good lil slut- you’re so fuckin’- shit- say you’re- say you’re-”

“I’m yours, nii-san! Yours! Yours! I love you!”

A growl, a groan, a slam of his hips and then Katsuki is coming coming coming- filling you up to the brim and over it. You’re pushed over the edge and then you’re coming with him- mewling and clawing at him, pressing desperate and frantic kisses to him.

You only stop when his hips slow down, when he’s finished humping his seed into you. You’re both left panting then- his forehead pressed against yours and his cock softening inside of you, his eyes muddied and soft as they look over your dreamy, fucked out expression.

He slips out of you and he sets you on your feet- big hands landing on your waist to keep you steady and his lips finding yours in a slow, gentle kiss. Katsuki straightens your dress for you and he swipes smeared mascara out from under your eyes, presses a kiss to your forehead and has you sighing, letting out a soft and sweet noise of contentment.

“Mmm, I love you, nii-san...I love you so much...”

Katsuki huffs and he kisses you again- hand cupping your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek and you’re graced with a mumble in return- a quiet little “I love you too.”

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Twenty minutes later you’re sitting in the Todoroki’s living room- your big brother’s arm thrown over your shoulder, your panties stuffed in his pocket, his cum drying on your thighs and the last of his seed slowly oozing out of your cunt as you sit there and smile, lean against Katsuki.

You love your brother, you do.

You’ll always love your brother. You’ll always be his.

[stardustincarnate]

TOGETHER FOREVER // Asra x Reader

ASRA + A NON-BINARY MC

WORD COUNT: 2541

GENRE: Fluff

Water.

Flowing water, molded into ballerinas, swaying to the slow, dreamy rhythm of a harp, by a skilled magician, surrounded me as I stood in the middle of a vast, colorful oasis. It took me a while before I realized that I was in Asra's gate. How did I end up being there?

The plants sprung to life, engulfing me, filling my vision with a dancing of warm colors that reminded me of him as I closed my eyes. I could feel the phantom of warmth embrace me, and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with those deep and sincere purple eyes of his.

The world seemed to have slowed down, every action taking some time as if it was to savor the moment. I found myself loosely wrapping my arms around his neck as he caressed my other cheek, and I leaned to the feeling.

I could see Asra's magnificent aura combining with mine, making a beacon of blinding light that went up to the sky.

His tender touch never fails to send me flying over to the moon, both our magic combined as if speaking to one another, my heart reacting to his own.

He pressed his forehead against mine, a blush creeping up his face.

"I love you."

-

With that, I had unfortunately awoken. I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, soon realizing that Asra was not beside me anymore. The smell of my favorite soup wafted out from the kitchen to the bedroom, causing me to blearily walk towards it. The sleepiness soon ebbed my system once the smell got stronger. Asra wasn't aware that I already woke up, so I sneakily went on to hug him from behind, earning an adorable gasp from him and making me chuckle.

"[MC]? You're awake. Did you have a good sleep?"

I nuzzled his fluffy hair. "Mhm I suppose. I had a really good dream."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me about it."

"We were in your gate. But it didn't look like before.. it was more magical that time. Well, just us doing some romantic things.. Involving magic too!"

Asra let out a chuckle, "Why don't we make it real then?" He turned around, giving me that playful look of his. I grinned. "Ooh, I love the sound of that."

Soon, I found myself being fed by him as we ate our breakfast. Faust kept on squeezing us alternatively. She seemed excited about something.

"[MC], what do you say we go out for a trip today?" Asra asked, wiping off some remaining soup droplets on my chin which I hadn't noticed.

"Where will we go?"

"I thought about bringing you to the magical realms, but then I thought of something better." He casted a wistful look on me. "Let's forget about the realms for the mean time. Let's just explore the city. What do you think?"

"You know I'm up for it! But you'll have to let me take a bath first!" I chuckled.

"Take your time. I won't mind." He playfully winked at me as I headed towards the bathroom.

Some time later, we arrived at the city market. Vesuvians were partially rowdy and quiet. Though some even came stumbling near the two of us, but it was alright. Asra held my hand tightly as I saw him grinning at something— or someone. The market seemed a bit more playful today. Maybe that's why he decided to take me here? The fun in the atmosphere was tangible, especially when I heard the strumming of guitars— and the next moment, all I knew was that Asra and I were dancing in the middle of the street, accompanied by some other couples until the beat had stopped.

It was fun while it lasted. It's as if my body had a mind of its own when I let myself dance to the rhythm. I didn't care about anything else other than the joyous music. I knew what felt right, and it felt right to let myself sway to the rhythm with Asra. Abstract magic bubbled around the two of us. How I love feeling that way.

However, right after the dancing session, the world suddenly dissipated into nothingmess. I was left all alone in a dark, fathomless land where no one seemed to hear me. No Asra... no Faust. I tried to connect to them using my magic, but something was intercepting it. No no, I didn't feel something ominous despite the situation. So what, exactly, was stopping me? I called out to my magic once more, and there I felt a recognizable aura somewhere. Asra's. He was nearby, I could tell, but it's as if he was hiding behind a veil which I didn't know where to find. I was in distress, but then something dawned me.

Asra must've been playing tricks with me. I should've known from the beginning. Ugh, I am so going to get that rascal! I let my magic surround me, and then I was back at the market— but I was alone. If he was pulling a prank on me, I'd give him credits for the effort of making  the crowd disappear too. I clicked my tongue but later on grinned. What kind of prank was it? I got a little excited to know what to see at the end of the tunnel.

"Asraaaaaa!"

I called out for the nth time. I was aimlessly walking that I didn't realize I already bumped to a hulking figure. The smell of Myrrh...

"Muriel! Have you seen my sneaky magician?" 

He looked away as soon as I met his eyes. He didn't reply. He just walked away. I followed him with my eyes but then he stopped his tracks, reluctantly beckoning me to join him. And I did. And I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Asra really did execute a massive prank for me because the whole Vesuvia seemed empty of people. I was beginning to get confused when I still didn't see anyone, but when we turned to a corner, leading to which I presume is the docks, an enthralling scenery surprised me.

My fellow Vesuvians were scattered on the side. The middle was empty and I supposed I would be walking there, and I was right. I let out a confused noise when they suddenly started singing all together. Their voices were harmonious that it somehow made my heart feel lighter than it already was. I could spot a few familiar faces.

Selasi, our favorite baker, then came up to me, handing me something. I was surprised that it wasn't bread but a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I thanked him, but before I could ask furthermore, he hastily ran back to the crowd.

"Muriel, what's going on?"

What did I expect? He didn't even turn around. I guessed I wouldn't be having any answers until I see the mastermind behind all of this.

I spotted Aisha and Salim in the crowd. They gave me a meaningful smile, a sly look on their faces. I smiled back and proceeded to walk down the center even if I had no idea what was happening. Their attentions were all on me. It made me feel overwhelmed, as if I was the star of Vesuvia. And jeez, was the Countess and all the other courtiers somewhere in the crowd?

Speaking of, I soon found Nadia standing in a corner. Her elegant figure stood out the most. I was taken aback when she walked to me, and I received a bouquet of flowers once again. She gave me a playful look and then weaved herself through the crowd. I soon spotted Portia, and she did the same thing to me, winking afterwards. 

And by the time I had reached Julian standing in the middle of the docks, my arms were already full of bouquets, but he gave a blind eye to that and proceeded to put another bouquet on top of the rest that I could barely see what's in front of me. And as I expected, the strain in my arms made the bouquets fall to the ground. I regretfully looked at them. But just as I was about to pick them up, Julian intercepted, swaying his long, lanky arms that almost hit my face.

"Whoops! No no no no. We can't have our main star doing the work here, can we?"

He flashed a shameless grin and started picking up the bouquets. I didn't argue and instead chuckled. Then as I lifted my gaze, I finally saw Asra, standing at the edge and giving me a look as if to tell "I'm expecting you."

He smiled at me as I ran into him, completely forgetting the fact that he's at the edge. One slight move and he would fall into the water. But something unusual happened. 'Asra' bursted into fizzy bubbles and tiny butterflies that soon engulfed me, making me giggle. And once they gave way, I was greeted by a bunch of tiny ballerinas which emerged from the water. They were careful not to get too close and drench my clothes. My smile grew even wider as I recalled my dream. There were also dancing ballerinas surrounding me, but bigger. Asra must had taken note of that to pull the trick off.

I pivoted, seeing 'Asra' give me another bouquet of flowers. But they were much larger than the ones my friends had given to me. The other half was drenched though since it was given to me by the water in which Asra shaped himself to.

"[MC]." I heard a boisterous call, making me turn around for the nth time, and that time I finally saw the real Asra. Solid and radiating an immense aura of magic. Joyous but somehow perplexed. I threw myself at him, and we bursted into giggles.

"My, my.. You really know how to pull a trick off your sleeves. Is this really the real you, or are you just another one of his illusions?"

"I'm the real one you know," His airy voice tickled my ears. There was a playful tone in his voice. "Want me to prove it?"

"N-Not in front of everyone!" I flushed but eventually cleared my throat. "Uhm, mind explaining yourself? Please tell me what's gotten into your mind to do this."

He only gave me a smug look, but later on evaded my gaze as a blush crept on his face. The crowd had already stopped singing. They were silent and watching us as if expecting something huge to happen. I looked at my friends, who were only giving me playful looks. I frowned, but then it hit me. 

Or I might just be assuming things. It was just a massive prank, right? Asra didn't do it because of...

"[MC]."

"Yeees?"

"I.. You know how much I care for you.. Right?"

I heard someone in the crowd squeal.

"Yes. You told me about it when.. when we were at the fountain... during the most recent masquerade." I blushed as I reminisced the scene. It made my heart flutter when he told me that he loves me. It filled me with joy. We've been through a lot...

"We've been through a lot of adventures ever since we defeated the Devil. And I treasure the memories that we keep on making... I find it better to go on adventures with you by my side rather than going alone," He looked at me and smiled. It was my turn to look away due to our faces' proximity. "You showed me a different perspective of the world, [MC], and I can't imagine living a life without you anymore. I feel like as long as we're together, we'll be able to overcome anything." 

My heart erratically beated as he said those words. A mixture of Aww's and other complements came from the crowd, but Asra didn't seem to mind. He was staring at me. And only at me.

"I love you, [MC]. And I'll keep on loving you.." He widened the distance between us a little, kneeling down and as if searching for something in his pocket. I didn't know how red my face was at the time. I felt like exploding.

He really was doing it.

He was proposing to me.

Asra stopped his search and shyly looked around, but he was somehow distressed. 

"Now where did I put it...." He looked down, facepalming. "Faust, where are you? I told you not to play with it."

At the mention of her name, Faust slithered towards him, something shiny in her mouth. Asra chuckled and scolded her as she took refuge in his sleeve. Then, he averted his gaze back to me, his eyes gleaming with hope and love.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, [MC]. And I hope you do too... Will you marry me?"

He showed me the ring that flashed the colors of the rainbow before my very eyes. Milliseconds after he said that the crowd started cheering and squealing, and I didn't even utter my answer yet, and I couldn't due to all the noise. Portia took care of it though.

"HEY! Did we actually hear what [MC] said? QUIET!" And the noise dissipated. 

The more I looked at Asra, the more I realized how nervous he actually was. Even with a brave facade, I could still see through him. We were blushing so bad as he waited for my answer. But I felt like I couldn't speak at the time. I was overwhelmed with euphoria that I couldn't bring myself to utter a single word or even move. It took me a few seconds to calm myself, responding to his question with a smile.

"D-Do you even have to ask?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is! Yes! I'll marry you!"

Asra stood up with a wide, genuine smile as he put the ring on my finger. It was filled with an intricate design, the pattern carved meticulously. I was so amazed at how detailed it was. I looked at it with awe. I couldn't believe what was hapenning. I might've swooned.

"Good. I was beginning to think you wouldn't.."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." Asra laughed, pulling me into a kiss. His magic surged into me and when he pulled away, he immediately took me in his embrace. The crowd started cheering once again that I could barely hear myself over it.

"Did you make the ring?"

"Yes. Did you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" I flushed against his chest.

"The ring only?"

"Psh, of course you too! I love you, Asra!"

He chuckled and intertwined our fingers. I blushed even more. If I could explode, I already would've.

"I love you too. I loved you ever since."

"Asra! Stop making me blush.."

"But I was just stating facts! Right Faust?"

"Right!"

He really couldn't fail to make me blush, to create butterflies and grow flowers inside me, and to make my heart feel light and filled with pure bliss.

We were engaged, and I couldn't wait to see what the future stores for us.

The future that includes him and I, completely contented with each other's presence.

[acciocriativity]

Tetrachromat II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Summary: How would Cedric react when he discovers your little superpower?  

Word Count: 1,5k

N / A: Tetrachromatism or tetrachromacy comes from the mixture of two words of Greek origin,"tetra"means "four" and "Chroma" which means "color". A tetrachromat person has 4 cell cones, instead of 3, which is more common and this makes him sensitive to a wider color spectrum. 

Part I

 It was exactly two weeks ago that Cedric and I were going out, as I worked as a teacher and he was trying to follow his father’s steps at the Ministry, we agreed to meet on the weekends and in the meantime we exchanged several letters. 

Today is a Friday and I was expecting the last father to pick up her daughter so I could lock the classroom and go home. 

- Miss Wright, look at my drawing! It’s you! - The smiling girl got up from the plastic chair and came running excitedly to my table. 

- It is beautiful my love, you will be an incredible artist in the future - I replied with a smile, giving a brief pat on the top of her tiny head before she waddled back to her place. 

I took one last look at the stick pink woman before folding it carefully, but something caught my attention before I put the paper in my folder, it was as if my world had been filled with colors all at once.  

- Cedric? - before I knew it, my legs guided me to the half-open door, where he had knocked a few seconds after I recognized his presence.

My mind passed through a whirlwind of thoughts but my mouth did not open once. 

- I didn't think I was going to surprise you at that point - the sincere smile remained on his face - your father brought me, lucky me that he was home at this time - I could see a different gleam in his eyes when he looked at my dear student. 

She was looking at us since the door opened, her curiosity would not allow her to miss a second of the scene that passed before her eyes. 

- Is that your boyfriend, Miss Wright? He's more handsome than I expected - I felt the redness take over my cheeks and it didn't seem to matter to them. 

- Cedric Diggory at your service, and what's your name, miss? - he said as he approached the round table where the little girl was still seated, and then he held out his hand towards her, leaning about her height.  

- Marie - her little hand found his and her face was not far from mine, his charm could even conquer a stone and worst of all, he was aware of it. 

- It is a pleasure to meet you Marie - he straightened his posture and walked slowly to the nearest wall, decorated with various drawings and activities that we had done during this year, analysing them carefully. 

My agitation was gradually fading and again the silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, someone else was present with a knock on the door. 

- Daddy! - the man’s face lit up when he saw that little ray of sunlight running to embrace him and for a few seconds I witnessed a kind of love that is not found anywhere. 

- Hi my love - he picked her up with only one hand while the other was busy holding a black briefcase with no details - I'm sorry for the delay, Miss Wright, it won't happen twice.

- No problem Mrs. Jones, I understand that sometimes work is really complicated. Have a nice day and see you tomorrow Marie - I waved and the last thing I saw was her little hands waving back before the door was closed. 

I noticed a movement behind me and then I remembered that I was not alone as usual, when I turned around I found Cedric sitting in my chair, dedicating his attention to the drawing in his hands. 

- You forgot to mention that you worked with extremely adorable children - he didn't look up to speak to me, still focused on the paper.

- I am quite sure that I wrote this at some point, although most of the time it is the complete opposite. You were lucky today - I replied calmly approaching him with a small smile. 

- Does this mean that I should come again ?? - his hands went around my waist and brought me closer to him, even though he was still sitting on the chair. 

- Hmmm, considering that the whole class will end up knowing that anyway, why not? You didn't tell me you were good with children - I said as my fingers roamed through his locks.

- I didn't know it myself, it seems that it is a new talent discovered. You can make me your assistant any of these days - his expression was calm and satisfied, at a point I hadn't seen yet.      

- I'm going to think of a way for the coordinator don't deny this idea, but for now, we have to go Ced - I spoke seriously but I didn't try to get out of that hug, which is one of the best hugs I ever had the chance to receive. 

- Doesn't someone have to come clean before that? - His voice was muffled because his face was pressed against my belly while his arms remained firm around me. 

- The class is spotless, so it's not necessary, but I'll only be able to move if you let me go… Cedric! - I laughed softly as soon as I saw his expression of disappointment but he soon let me go. 

It was already around 4 o'clock, the sun was covered by clouds in the sky and a cool wind gently blew the leaves from the trees. I didn't realize that Cedric had stopped walking, as I was still enjoying the calm until I heard him. 

- How did you know I was at the door? - I turned around with a frown, finally noticing the distance between us.

- What do you mean? - questioning was my first instinct but soon the realization passed through my face, so he had heard me. 

- You guessed it was me at the door, how did you do that? You are not secretly a witch, are you? - his long steps soon reached where I was, his gaze never left my face. 

- Well, I already thought about that possibility but unfortunately not. I was waiting for the moment to tell you that. It's a little difficult to explain ... - Ced remained silent but took my hand.

- I have a rather special feature, not the talent of guessing things, but I see the world in a different way - I took a deep breath before continuing - the colors work differently for people like me.

- And how is this related to the fact that you see through the walls? - the amusement in his voice made me smile.

- I saw your colors first, this is the hard part to explain but basically everything here has color around itself, including both of us - I was unsure of what to expect from him, considering that many people considered me a liar or a freak when I told them this fact about me.  

- Really?? This is like a superpower! Why didn’t you mention it before? This sounds pretty cool - his face went through several emotions at the same time, but none close to what I expected. 

- Well, not many people know about it, I didn't know what your reaction would be - without trying, I was smiling broadly. 

- And what are my colors? It would be quite ironic if one of them is yellow - again his right arm found its way to my shoulders and we started walking again. 

- I've never seen this before, but you're all of them Ced. It was the first thing that caught my attention about you - the surprise on your face was evident and he smirked. 

- All of them? Well, that explains why you barely managed to take your eyes off me when we first met - and then I stopped walking. 

- What?? Certainly not, I remember the exact opposite of that - I crossed my arms looking at him and he had the audacity to laugh

- It is so easy to provoke you, come on missy anger, we have a date to go to - he took my hand and guided me far away from there.  

Later on, while we were eating, this topic returned and I confessed that people's negative reaction had made me extremely insecure and so, whenever possible, I tried to live like a normal person would. 

- You will never be normal but the way you see the world makes you more beautiful in my eyes and in the eyes of those who care about you too. It can be difficult but let's focus on that - he told me with his usual sweet voice and loving eyes. 

And in that moment, for the first time, I completely understood why he was a rainbow to me. 

Harry Potter Masterlist

[hikarilighty]

Katsuki Bakugou as a Boyfriend.

I don't know how to explain this one. Katsuki Bakugo as a boyfriend? A what? A cursing machine type of man? A bad boy? An arrogant, prideful man as your partner for life?

We all know that gentle will never be at his dictionary. He doesn't even know how to show his affection, not even a little care so he, being your boyfriend? Are you kidding with this one?

But no, he is really your boyfriend. Watching him as he got out from the door from your bedroom with only his boxer shorts, right hand on his messy ash-blonde hair which is still spiky, but yeah, it's really messy, and oh, did I forgot to mention, topless? His muscles flexing, especially at his arm with every action he's doing and even with his scowling face while looking at you as if blaming you for something you don't even have a piece of knowledge about, would you even ask for something more aside from this one?

Katsuki Bakugo as your boyfriend? That's a dream which came true.

“You didn't wake me up,” He said with his hoarse voice, telling you that the first time he did after waking up was to find you here on your apartment's living area, sitting on the white couch, watching your favorite anime show.

He crouches to the sofa once he is in front of you before he tried to push himself to your tiny body, hugging you through your waist that you don't have any choice but to put down your iPad to the side part of your couch, right before he placed his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent that gives shivers to your body.

“I miss you,” He whispered. You chuckled a little at how adorable he looks right now. You've been with him for the whole night but he's right here, telling you that he misses you already.

The smell of faint burnt sugar mixed with petrichor entered your nostril. He always smells so sweet that you don't have any choice but to let him do something this close because… admit it, you're loving the body heat he's giving to you at, and having him at your arms is the best thing you could ask at. You started brushing his soft messy hair as you felt his breath became even and deep again as if he's falling asleep. He looks like a child right now. A gentle child wanting to be close to someone he treats as home.

Gentle? It was never existing in his dictionary.

Only when he's with you.

Just as when you thought about him falling asleep when you felt him move, putting his hand inside a big shirt you're wearing that smells so much him, because it's his shirt, and you love wearing his shirts. You were so shocked, but you couldn't do anything but to be weakened at his touches.

A moan escaped from your mouth as he started playing with your peak under your shirt just as when your body instantly heated from feelings surpassing through. He started kissing your neck before he moved and right now, he's towering you again, just like how he caged you with his arms last night before you lost through the waves of pleasure you didn't know you'll be experiencing at with him. And only him.

Bad things that only both of you know about it.

And with him, you are willing to do every bad thing.

He gave you a lazy smirk before lowering his eyes at his hands that you only noticed that both of his hands are now playing wanders at your skin, watching how they move and play with your twin peaks that only him could touch. His eyes are so gentle right now, as it was mixed with heat and darkening at the pleasure he's feeling at.

“Wait… no, I'm still sore,” You pushed him a little through his chest, feeling your cheeks becoming hot from the choice of words you said, but nothing could be used at how you really feel right now aside from that one.

He didn't stop, instead, he's still towering you with his almost naked outfit, with his muscles all over the places, at his hard muscular chest, as your eyes stopped at those packs that could make you hypnotized just by staring at it. How about the bulk of his boxer shorts? You averted your gaze in embarrassment. Don't look or else…

“You wouldn't let me?” He asked the reason why your attention focused on him again. He trying his best to look cute but his eyes are betraying him. His eyes are sharp, and especially the way he looks at you right now, it's like a hungry wolf eyeing its own little prey, waiting for the right time to attack.

“You just had me for the whole night…” You said with your small voice. Your first night again after those months… with someone you truly love.

He moaned in disapproval before he lowered his body to hug you again. Here he is again with his way of asking your permission that in the end, you don't have any choice but to say yes.

“Please? I can't seem to get enough. I want more,” He said to your left ear with his deep voice before he started kissing it gently as if teasing you. You fought back a moan when his kisses go down to your neck, but you couldn't help it especially when he brushed something hard on your thigh, making you shudder with a loud moan escape from your mouth. You felt him smile while kissing his favorite spot as you sighed in defeat.

“Just be gentle, please…” You begged. Because of one thing for sure. Katsuki Bakugo may be gentle when he's with you, but he will never be gentle at the bed, no matter how much he wants to.

“I'll try,” He said so sincerely, but you know he couldn't. Not when it comes to you.

“Ah, dammit. You're so tight baby,” He whispered through your ears as you hold on to his shoulder to get some strength, and for your sanity as it's losing every time he's moving inside you.

“Katsuki… ahh!” You didn't even realize how he undressed you. You only realized that it's really happening when you felt him entered you, as there's still a small hurt feeling because of the size he has, and from the activities both of you did last night.

It's just reminded you of the first time you did it… at his birthday, inside his room in which you gave your virginity as your birthday gift to him… and for your third anniversary.

He gripped at your thigh as he moves harder, deeper, that you could almost think about breaking the couch with his movements. His face and body are kinds of sweaty right now which is the same as yours, as his expression looks as if he's suffering but you know otherwise. It's always been the same view every time both of you are doing it, and no matter how many times you saw the same view already, you can't deny the fact that it has become your favorite view, that you wouldn't get enough of it.

He's always been a beast… with a handsome face and you couldn't deny the fact that beasts always capture girls with a good personality that's making them do sins in every way. You don't even know the reason why you're so attracted to someone like him, in which, from other's perspective, is a problematic man.

But isn't that what's making you attracted to him?

In hope that you're the one who could melt that cold and arrogant personality of him.

And that hope finally came true. Because right now, he's your boyfriend.

He pulled your hair as he pushed himself deeper from your back, just after he made to roll and bent so he could take you from behind. It was both pain and pleasure that even you don't want to admit it, you know you're loving it already.

Your breathing became rugged as you could feel something that's trying to come out. You opened your eyes as it stopped at the full-length body mirror that's placed at the corner of your apartment, as you couldn't help but to feel the pleasure increased at how erotic both of you are looking like right now.

His muscles are flexible with every move he's doing, and every move, it clearly shows how he's badly trying to control himself but failing as how hard and deep he's going into inside me with his movements. And I couldn't stop him, not when I'm loving it.

You uttered some incoherent words due to the feelings you're experiencing right now, but it just increased his movements as if he understands what those words are.

Gripping your tiny waist as he plunges himself in a much harder and deeper way, you exploded from the pleasures that you've been feeling that only him could do, follow by something hot that came from him before he gently pulled your weakening body into his embrace, placing his mouth at your ear before whispering something.

“I love you so much, my love,” With his breathing uneven as he's trying to calm himself. You opened your eyes as the first thing it caught was him, kissing your shoulder while looking straight at the mirror that's showing your reflection with each other.

As you closed the laptop before you lean on your chair, looking at nowhere, wishing that hopefully, Katsuki Bakugo is a real human and not a fictional character from an anime you've watched.

(Photo source from Pinterest)

[moonraccoon-exe]

Ooo, you're playing Dragon Age? That's seriously one of my FAVORITE series ever, I hope you like it!! I ended up accidentally romancing Josephine my first time around (I was trying to romance Sera at the time, rip) and I just finished a playthrough with Cullen. I can safely say the advisors are just,, sweethearts. I love them. If you love Cullen now, it'll only grow, he's such a cutie!

HELL YEAH, I’M PLAYING DA: I!! :D

Sorry for late reply, buddy!! As you may have seen, weekend and what’s gone of this week so far has been sorta messy, hahah. B^^;

But back to topic, yeh, playing Dragon Age over here! 

I always heard about the titles, but could never grab copies. Regarding Playstation, I never had 2 or 3 and couldn’t afford for neither, because I already had Nintendo stuff and couldn’t affor for more, so I always had the wish to play the series but could never actually do it. Inquisition is my first. I know I’m missing some things like getting excited over the appearance of certain characters, or some of the lore, but that’s okay! It’s understandable and enjoyable despite that :)

And BOY, I’m not liking it- I’m damn LOVING IT WHOLEHEARTEDLY!! Screw me, this game is PHENOMENAL and absolutely mindblowing!!! I’m going to post some of my thoughts in a second as to rant there and not overwhelm you with my answer, haha ^^ But yes, I’m loving it so much! It’s so epic, so good, so amazing! I’m having so much fun, I can spend an entie day gaming through it!! Aaahhh!!!

Josephine!! Josephine is adorable and has some sort of charm. She doesn’t have much character development so far I’ve seen, but she’s got this...something. I guess it’s something about how smart and sly she is, how passionate for her work, how- wow man. She’s just so strong, mostly mentally speaking. Mature, firm, kind. I’m not planning to romance her, but BOY do I flirt with her because she’s such an attractive woman! 

Sera? Oh my, that’s quite a surprise, haha!! I’m just bad at handling over-confident/over-extrovert people, mostly so...killer-sincere like her. Like, she has no shame in saying everything as she thinks about it! It’s sorta intimidating and can come off as rude sometimes. But damn, she’s fun. And now that I reached skyhold she seemed to have grown a little more mature, or at least more sincere. So I don’t blame you for romancing her. She has her own charm :)

HELL YEAH, CULLEN, AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MY SWEET SHY CUTIE PIE!!! 

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Sweet Cullen. I’m gonna talk about him in that post, too, but fuck, is he adorable.

And yes, the advisors are all sweethearts!! How I WIIIIIIIIIIIIISH we could romance Leliana, either as male or female (I think she’d rather go female, haha

I had some doubts when Blackwall started being SUPER CHARMING (like LEGENDARY SAIYAN LEVEL OF CHARMING) with my elf, so I googled no spoilers who I shoud romance first (lol sorry), and I did read that Cullen is apparently a vanilla, tender, sweet little cupcake made of adorableness. That, plus his first shy reaction? Hnhgnhnfg, I’m doomed to die in his arms, DAMMIT. I already had a weak spot for shy vanilla but not over-clingy men, and whent hey give one to me, they also make him super mature, super brave, and so...like...like...SO. CULLEN. AKLSJDF LKDJG AKLDJFA

I can’t wait to romance that stupid idiot, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH and it only gets better? Aaaahhhh, I’m going to melt like a little cube of butter in the arms of a warm, soft pancake ;A;

I already reached Skyhold, and I almost romanced Solas instead of Cullen. I didn’t know!! I just asked Solas to talk to me more about him and then he was “Yeah, but what about we talk somewhere nicer? :)” and I was like. Oh my god. Oh my god no- fUCK- FUCK WAIT I’M LOYAL TO MY NOT-YET-BOYFRIEND- WAIT AAAHHHHHH”. I mean, I know you can break-up with everyone as you wish, but I DON’T HAVE THE HEART TO DO THAT!! ;A;

Mostly when Solas is so cute and so wise and such a dear, good option. I felt so tempted to give in and romance him, but I really want Cullen for my firstplaythrough, haha ;u; 

So Imma be careful! I also have Blackwall very...attracted to myelf, so Imma take precautions with him even though I also want to romance him ahahaha.

How dare this game do this to me? Everyone is so charming and such good options, I want to date everyone!! Well, except maybe Vivienne. She disagrees with a lot of my ideas. BOY, she’s rude!! She has an iron fist, and I’m a soft cupcake!! ;u; She’s SUPER SENSUAL and attractive and I love her determination, but she can get sorta heavy aahhh.

But yeh! So far, I’m enjoying DA: I like CRAZY and beyond. It’s an EXQUISITE game!!

Thank you SO MUCH for this wonderful ask, my dear friend! It’s always satisfying to get the chance to talk about the stuff I like with someone. Thank you for giving me the chance to rant about this, it’s done good to my maccoonie heart. :)

Thank you for sharing your own experience with me, even if shortly! 

I hope you’re having a MOST FANTASTIC day or night, my friend!!!

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Duuuuude, you're wanting to talk about character design stuff? Can you give me a basic rundown on... Well, pretty much everyone? I love hearing about this stuff!

Of course I can! I don’t really do basic too well, so look under the cut X’D

To me Dolly’s changed a lot over the years. Her colors started off as the left thumbnail, with more of a sunburnt looking mouth and far redder brown coat, and in the first update she also had this kinda mullet mane look to her? Not to mention she rocked the big “Sombra Snoot TM” at the time with nubby sticks for legs and the brown under the green (I was trying to do that weird hazel eye thing lol). But, the overall look to her hasn’t strayed much from the first drawing I did of her. I really wanted Dolly to have a simple but appealing look, one with softer features and big eyes that would draw people in. She’s still just a little thing so as my proportions got better later on I realized she needed thicker legs, a little pudgier around the overall features, and so on and so forth.

I think the main challenge at the time was figuring out how I wanted little donkeys to look. We’ve only ever seen Cranky and Matilda in the show, and at this rate its safe to say they just won’t make more donkeys later on. I never had much to go off of beyond the old flashback they showed right here:

But, notice something. Smooth legs, pudgier body, a liiiitle more exaggerated around the snoots overall. And, the important string tail. I liked these features, but I remember trying this exact thing on Dolly and thinking it just looked odd? To me, kids tend to have nubby knees, big ears that they have to grow into later on, softer features in general! So I just rolled with that, and later when I added the little heart look to her ears… Honestly I just wanted to break away from the above, cause they kind of remind me of chihuahua ears whenever I tried to draw them lol. Plus, Dolly needed something a little more for me to sell the younger appearance, and I feel the little heart look in the ears helped a lot! But overall her palette has been tweeked slightly, her snoot got smaller like Matilda’s but became more centered on her face, and my crowning achievement personally:

I looked for a manestyle I sincerely loved and tweeked it from there. In the first reference of Dolly I openly said to draw what I lovingly call “The Scootaloo Swish,” which is a bit messy but with a little flare. Dolly, as a young donkey, needed something fun but short, and I remember struggling for months before the blog was even opened, trying to fix the hair into something I liked, until one day I took a break to draw ponies instead, and I realized I drew Scootaloo with too big of ears. I added more poof, gave it a more uniform look later on, and that’s just how I’ve rolled ever since! And I always draw the tail the same as I do the mane, it makes things easier and more uniform. Oh, and the bow… Well that’s for later, but at the time I thought I made her too boyish so I put a bow on her in hopes that people wouldn’t confuse her for a little boy X’D

LOOSEY BALL CHANGED A LOT TO ME FROM HER FIRST CONCEPTS LOL

Her first name was Nip, she was going to be more like this exotic servant in the area that Dolly was going to meet, and just, more like… Rarity, in a sense? She wasn’t originally designed in the sense of making a new species either- she was a regular diamond dog with still kind of a ball tail, but more like a tiny club, like in the show. Later on I decided to go with a more square jaw, a thicker neck to support her head, and the tail was fully influenced by the ankylosaurus since I wanted a stronger appearance. Later on these two features turned to two breeds of hounds, and I’ve just done my best to balance them as I’ve grown as an artist~.

Oh, and Loosey was originally going to have black markings over orange. And her blue text is a reference to the original collar and eye shadow she used to have lol.

I struggled with Diamond for a looooooong time, she was first designed with the intention of being Dolly’s best friend and fashionista extraordinaire. My main issue was always her colors, the first pass being called a Rarity rip off, she was blue with a yellow mane at one point- it was all a mess X’D

But her personality felt so forced. She was cute and bubbly at first, but the more I drew her the more I wanted her to become a tougher little filly. Don’t get me wrong: she still adores jewelry and frilly things and curses the fact she just has never had it. But back then she was a noble’s daughter who just kinda snuck into Dolly’s yard one day, with dreams of being a high end jewelry designer and using Dolly as her top model someday. It’s still a really cute concept, she just ended up growing in a far more interesting way! Hope to show you guys that side of her soon~.

Out of everyone Clippity Clop is the only one who has stayed the same since she was created, but that’s because I had a dream about her. Originally the group was gonna have two boys and Diamond Riviera, neither of which were Autumn Wind, and I was struggling with names and shoehorning them in. They were okay, but the two of them overall made the story more complicated for me, and I couldn’t connect with them right. Then one night I have a dream about Dolly instead meeting Diamond and this little filly, Dolly being shocked by her upbeat personality and the filly immediately trying to cheer her up through a little song and dance. My one regret is not making her coat a softer pink, but considering she’s been in the mines all her life the muddier quality feels better to me with the more matted look.

I really wish I was able to save all of Autumn’s old concepts, they were unfortunately lost when my last computer broke and any old pencil sketches I have are off in old sketchbooks.. But in a way, Autumn was developed from five different concepts of colts. The two original colts, Joey and Quack, one after they were scrapped was simply called Ram (he had a ram for a cutiemark and was gonna be a really good climber), after him was Winter Gust, and later Chill Gust… But, interestingly enough, he always had natural colors. I wanted the girls to be brighter, more vibrant, whereas he would be more of the anchoring point with more pleasing natural colors, all the forms having some sort of brown as the main base heehee. He did have a smaller snoot back then like how Pipsqueak or Featherweight kind of have in the show, but this specific concept was the only one with a bigger muzzle. I was worried that the look would make him look way too old, but there was something about it that just stood out better than all the others, and on top of everything it was the easiest to draw! And once I had his markings and coat color down I already knew the manestyle, so I went with more of a poofy crinkly look. And I remember staring at him and wondering what color to make it. And that conversation with myself ended up being like “He’s brown… Not dirt brown, that’s a pretty tree brown… I like Autumn, orange trees are pretty oH MY GOD–”

And, as for Sealed and Cana… They really haven’t changed? Cana’s hair got better, that’s for sure, but Sealed was the one who started it all. I designed him first, then Cana, and finally Dolly because I wanted them to have a unique daughter! The most he changed was height wise, when I made him Troubleshoes size! And, that’s about it for character design talk! Sorry that got lengthy, but I really am proud of how much they’ve all progressed, and I hope to make even better designs later on! ;w;