#I'm trying to prepare something but it'll be a while before it's done and i'm so scared it'll be awful and everyone will hate it hehe

[invoidvisitor]

Showing people literally anything I make scares me so bad

[amazinglyashy]

HI I LOVE ur lads headcanons ‼️ idk if u do angst but im feeling some angsty/hurt/comfort........... can i pls request the lads men's reaction to the reader rejecting their confession bc we think they deserve better...... someone who doesn't have a heart condition (like the mc) or something........

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! And oh man, I love angst and hurt/comfort, as long as I get to give it a tiny bit of hope/a happy ending! I felt this one though, I've thought about it before with my own MC…….. a few dozen times- Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request! <3

Love and Deepspace Li’s reactions to you rejecting their confession due to feelings of inadequacy

Rafayel -

Rafayel is… surprised, to say the least.

Not only do you not have any memory of him or the things you did together- the things you did to him- but you also are straight up turning him down when he finally realized that he needs to confess to you all over again.

He's pretty upset.

It'll definitely turn into an argument, and you know he's hurt. Damn, you're hurt too, just having to turn him down. He makes you feel something, like you're special. Like you're everything to him. Like you're not…

Broken.

And it'll come out eventually. Maybe not blatantly so, but in small ways, your feelings of inadequacy will start to leak through the cracks that are forming in your resolve as you try to refuse a man who has already been refused his love by fate and prophecy for far too long.

And somehow, that makes it so much worse. Because he can fight fate, he can go against the currents of time and the ever evolving cruelty of human nature. But he can't do anything about the feelings raging inside your own head.

He's sure going to try though.

Angrily but calmly, he will start firing off things he has done for you, just because he's loved you so much, throughout all of your time together and even before. He doesn't know if it'll make it worse, make you feel like he already does too much for whatever it is you see yourself as, but he's going to do it anyway. And slowly, it'll start forming into the things you two do together- the things you've done for him when he needs you.

And you're going to be there a while, because until you start to realize, until he starts to chip away at that dark feeling in the deepest reaches of your mind and heart, he's not going to let up.

Not now, not ever.

Sylus -

He's a bit taken aback, but he's not particularly surprised. He had seen this coming, mentally prepared himself for it, even. He knew after his treatment of you when the two of you had just met again for the first time, that any sort of official relationship between you two would be tricky to get to. Especially putting an actual label on it.

He'll be a lot more surprised when he reads between the lines at your words, and realizes it's not because you're still scared of him, but because you don't think you're good enough for him.

"You can't be serious, sweetie."

He's not going to force you to accept his confession, but regardless of how timid or aggressive you become, whether you escalate it vocally or try to exit the conversation, he's not arguing with you. He pretty much refuses to, as he instead begins to state snarky facts as he crosses his arms, watching your reactions as he does.

"When you patched my wounds a month ago, was I not deserving of your hands caring for me because they were shaky and belonging to you? How about that girl you muttered about that we saw at the café who was mad at her boyfriend to the point of shouting, when he didn't get her the right cake she wanted? Are you saying you're worse than her? Helping me on jobs simply because you want to exist near me is… not good enough for me?"

"Sylus, that's not what I'm saying-"

"Oh don't worry sweetie. I know exactly what it is you're saying. I just know it's a particularly misinformed, self loathing thought for you to be having. Don't you think it's insulting for you to decide who I give my love to? After every calculated decision you have witnessed me make?"

He'll finally soften, reaching out a hand to gently rest on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a gentle back and forth.

"You don't need to be concerning yourself with what I deserve in a partner. You should have faith in my opinions, if not for yourself, but for your confidence in me, sweetie. After that, the rest is up to what you truly want in your heart."

Zayne -

His reaction is definitely the most reserved initially, especially until he realizes why exactly you're turning him down.

He definitely has the passing thought that maybe you're just misunderstanding him again, just like back with the snow seals when the two of you were still kids.

When he realizes that's not the case, and instead, it's your own internalized feelings, he's first a bit relieved, and secondly- pretty perturbed.

"It's interesting to know that's your perspective, given how much you enjoy those fictional stories with ironic pairings. I would think that it would be the most romantic thing for a heart patient to be in a relationship with a cardiac surgeon.

His biting but well-meaning quips aside, he's not quite sure how to break it to you that he used to be in a similar boat, and still is to some capacity. Which is partly why he's a bit upset to understand your perspective.

He's genuinely surprised you haven't processed the timeline of the two of you and your lives. Your accident that caused the state of your heart, his leaving to study medicine and become a specialist in cardiology and a renowned cardiac surgeon- are you not able to see that it's not an inadequacy for him, but his own lack of knowledge when you first started having issues made himself feel inadequate? Why he left without a word for years in the first place?

And not just that- it also applies to other fields too. He has no issues helping you where you need him, because he knows the extent of your capabilities, much like he knows his own. And he will spend forever if he needs to, to show you that loving is not about who does more. It's about doing what your partner needs, no matter how much or how little that is, and loving each other through every hard moment.

And you're about to hear every ounce of his convincing, opinions, and own feelings, until you start to see. Until you finally see.

Xavier -

Unless you tell it to him straight, he's not going to know why you rejected him. He'll be hurt, but he'll accept your rejection graciously and politely, before trying to figure out just how to get you to accept it.

There's an increase in claw machine dates, movie night invitations, and how much he helps you with missions or even just around your apartment. Eventually, you process the weird behavior and you're all but forced to confront him on really truly why you rejected him.

It's Xavier, so you try to play it off as a lighthearted situation or a joke, but you can see his expression darkening, and you're not sure if it's because of him being upset at your words, or realizing just how much time he has sunk into you with how... broken of a person you are.

Turns out, it's the former!

It's hard to not realize such, as he's pulling you into the tightest hug he's probably ever grabbed you into.

For a while, it's just you and him standing there, with him squeezing you tightly and you not knowing what to do with your hands or the lump rising in the back of your throat. He doesn't really know what to say, but he does know he needs to say something.

"I'll definitely make you see that you're more than enough for me."

"Xavier- that's not how this work-"

"I know, and I don't care. I- I need you to know that you're everything to me. You're not inadequate, or broken, or anything you've been telling yourself. You're more than enough. You're more than everything to me. And I'm not going anywhere until you finally understand that."

[ghostlynightpanda]

Stupid Insecurities

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

Synopsis: Tendou's self-doubts and insecurities win over, causing him to make a surprise visit to his girlfriend, expecting the worst.

warnings/content: Tendou Satori x fem!reader, slight angst (insecurities) and fluff

"I want to see her," Tendou whined for the fourth time in half an hour, causing Ushijima to let out an exasperated sigh.

"Tendou," He growled, glaring at his friend. "Then go visit her. But for the love of god, give me a break." With that, he turned back to his homework, trying to focus despite his friend's persistent complaints.

Tendou, however, wasn't done. He sprawled across his bed, letting out a dramatic groan. "I want to! But I can't just show up at her school like that! What if I'm too overbearing? What if I annoy her?"

Ushijima slammed his pencil down with more force than necessary, gathering his books in his arms and preparing to leave the room. Yet, before exiting, he glanced at his friend, noticing his unusually distressed expression. "You two text day and night, call each other at all hours, and spend every spare moment together," Ushijima pointed out with a raised brow. "Frankly, you're both overbearing. What's your problem?"

"I just—" Tendou fidgeted with his phone, groaning softly as he buried his face into his pillow. His muffled words were unintelligible, causing Ushijima to grip his books tightly to resist yelling.

"If you have something to say, speak up," Ushijima said bluntly. "I don't have time to decipher your whining."

"What if she's embarrassed?" Tendou's voice was unusually quiet, tinged with uncertainty.

"What are you—" Ushijima cut himself off before snapping. He gave Tendou a moment to explain.

"She's training right now," Tendou muttered, lifting his head slightly. "If I wait for her to finish and then ask if I can visit, it'll be too late. But if I just show up unannounced…" He hesitated, staring at his hands as he twirled his phone nervously. "What if she hasn't told anyone about us? What if she's embarrassed by me and doesn't want her teammates to see me?"

Ushijima scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "Then she's not the right person for you." With that blunt remark, he walked out of the room. Ushijima wasn't the type to offer comforting words, but Tendou knew his honesty was always genuine.

After much deliberation, Tendou found himself at Karasuno High, trudging nervously across the school grounds. He ignored the curious stares of students as they noticed his Shiratorizawa jacket. After some wandering, he finally located the gym and peeked through a window. The team was finishing up their practice, taking down the net.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned against a pillar near the entrance, trying to appear calm while his heart raced. This was his first girlfriend, and everything about their relationship felt too good to be true. Sometimes, he still doubted it. After years of teasing and bullying, it was hard for him to believe someone like her could truly like him. What if this was some kind of cruel joke? But no, he had to push those thoughts aside. Thinking like that wouldn't get him anywhere. Just because he forced himself to think positively, however, didn't mean, that he wasn't nervous about her reaction for coming here unannounced.

The gym door creaked open, and Tendou straightened, plastering a small grin on his face. However, it faltered when the energetic orange-haired first-year bounded out, as lively as ever.

"Oh, hello!" the boy chirped, immediately approaching him with a wide grin. "You’re here to see Y/N, right? Does this mean you'll teach us those monster blocks? You were so quick! One second I looked and—bam! You were already—"

"Hinata," Kageyama interrupted sharply, glaring at the smaller boy.

"What? I'm just saying he was amazing!" Hinata shot back, annoyed.

"Yeah, and you'll never be able to jump high enough to block like that, moron."

"Oh, like you were any better, Crappyama!"

"You little—"

Tendou watched the bickering with raised eyebrows, suppressing a smirk. They were loud and irritating, yet somehow endearing. Maybe this was why Y/N spoke so fondly of her team.

"And you wonder why Y/N said she's too embarrassed to officially introduce her boyfriend," Tsukishima muttered as he passed, not even sparing Tendou a glance. The quiet, freckled boy following him gave Tendou a shy smile before hurrying after Tsukishima.

"Wah!" Hinata shrieked, abandoning his fight with Kageyama to chase after Tsukishima, with Kageyama trailing behind.

"Sorry about them," said a calm voice. Tendou turned to see the three third-years approaching. "They're a lot, but they mean well," Sugawara added with a polite smile. "I'm Sugawara, and these are Sawamura and Azumane. I don't think we've been officially introduced yet."

"Tendou," he introduced himself, a bit thrown by their friendly demeanor. He had laughed at their team during the match; shouldn't they be mad or at least wary? But they were nothing but kind.

"Y/N should be out in a minute," Sugawara said, still smiling. "She's just wrapping up with our coach. We'll leave you to it, but we hope to get to know you better soon." He patted Tendou's shoulder before leading the other third-years away.

Before Tendou could relax, loud voices rang out.

"Shiratorizawa's middle blocker!" "Tendou Satori!"

Tendou turned just in time to see two second-years—the bald one and the libero—rushing toward him.

"Teach us your secrets!" "Be our sensei!" "How did you get Y/N to go out with you?!"

Sawamura quickly appeared, grabbing the two by the backs of their shirts. "I told you two to behave," he scolded. "Leave him alone."

Tendou chuckled. "I didn't do anything," he admitted. "Y/N asked me out."

"Whaaaat?!" Nishinoya and Tanaka screeched, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Tendou!" Your voice cut through the chaos, drawing his attention. He turned to see you jogging over with a bright smile. "You're here!” you said happily, stopping in front of him.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you," Tendou said nervously. "I hope that's okay."

"It's more than okay." You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Tendou admitted, taking your hand in his. "Your team's… interesting. But they were nice."

You laughed. "Of course. They're good people. Did you think they'd be mean?"

"No, not at all," Tendou lied, though the knowing look you gave him made it clear you saw right through him.

"Well, they really want to officially meet you. After all, they are curious about the guy I fell for."

"Oh, you're soooo crushing on me," Tendou teased, though his heart swelled at your words. All his worries had been for nothing.

Masterlist

[silverynight]

Eight years and counting

Contains manga spoilers

The first year comes with so much planning and preparation, Katsuki barely has time to keep up with graduation and the agency interview. He's a war hero, he knows it'll be easy for him to get in any agency he wants and even though that'd make his middle school self excited, he's not that kid anymore.

He cares more about Izuku now. No, he only cares about Izuku now.

Katsuki watches closely as the last ember dies and Izuku pretends it doesn't take his last bit of hope with it; he wants Izuku to be more open with him, to tell him how he truly feels about being quirkless again, but Katsuki knows him well enough at this point to expect something like that.

But he also knows his Izuku won't be completely happy with being a UA teacher, no matter how much he loves that school. Izuku is meant to be a hero, like Katsuki. Actually, he's meant to be a hero and fight by Katsuki's side.

And Katsuki is going to make sure that dream comes true.

So he plans; Izuku needs a new suit, one that can emulate OFA to perfection because if Katsuki is going to give anything to Izuku, he's going to make sure it's absolutely perfect.

It takes a while for him to finish the design and as soon as he does, the first step is to show it to All Might. Katsuki knows he used a mecha suit during the final battle so he probably has an idea if Katsuki's design is possible or not.

"For young Midoriya?"

All Might already knows it's for Izuku, but the question is not exactly about that and Katsuki is perfectly aware of it; he can see it in the soft smile of Izuku's mentor, he can see it in the way his blue eyes shine with knowledge.

Katsuki blushes, but he doesn't look away from the former symbol of peace. He's not that middle schooler hot-heated kid anymore. He's done hiding his feelings behind anger and he's not ashamed about what he feels for Izuku. He's pretty sure All Might knows about that, he's probably waiting for a confirmation.

Katsuki nods, blush spreading down his neck.

"It'll take years to make something like that."

"I'm aware."

"And a lot of money," All Might keeps staring into his eyes, and Katsuki suddenly feels like he's being tested, but he doesn't care. He's going to get Izuku his suit no matter what. "A lot."

"I'll work hard. I can pay for it."

All Might smiles fondly at him before putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You should talk to young Midoriya."

Katsuki shakes his head with a fierce determination. He's not going to get Izuku's hopes up only to shatter them when something doesn't work. This is just an idea and he's not sure how long it'll take.

Katsuki will rather stab himself than breaking Izuku's heart.

"I can't do that. Not until it's ready."

"I'm not talking about the suit."

His cheeks are warm again as what All Might is trying to say finally sinks in.

"I will, but not yet."

***

By the second year he's already mailing the designs to All Might's friend in the US and constantly sending texts and visiting Hatsume in her new lab. She's excited about it and happy to start working on it; she's fond of Izuku too and loves challenges so Katsuki knew she'd say yes.

It takes a little bit more to convince Shield, but she agrees after reading Katsuki's long mail, that looks dangerously close to an essay about the amazing things Midoriya Izuku could achieve with it.

Maybe Izuku is right after all; he's kind of a nerd too.

She agrees to the project and assures Katsuki he can send her low amounts of money every month until the suit it's completely done. After a few weeks, both Shield and Hatsume start working together on it.

Then he contacts his former classmates, because All Might told him they'd want to know about it.

Not only they seem really excited about the project, they offer their help and tell Katsuki they'd like to give him a bit of money for the suit too.

He agrees gladly because he knows Izuku will be happy to know everyone participated in the making of the suit. Besides, he knows it's important to let people help when they can and want to.

***

He's not going to lie, the third year is harsh for him.

Between the videocalls with Shield, the visits to Hatsume and the extra hours he has to work to make more money, Katsuki barely has time to hang out with his friends, although it's not like they have much time either.

He stills sees Izuku a few times a week though because he's physically incapable of being away from him for too long. Sometimes Katsuki wonders if he has noticed, and then he remembers he's a nerd who won't recognize unconditional love even if it hit him in the face.

They talk about Izuku's students, about the UA and Katsuki's hero work; he was a bit reluctant to say anything about his job in front of the nerd at first, but he realized that Izuku genuinely gets excited and happy about Katsuki's pro hero journey.

He notices the nerd gets a bit sad sometimes, especially when he mentions their other friends, because they all are professionals now and Katsuki knows Izuku would like to share that kind of feeling with them.

It only makes Katsuki want to work even harder.

And he does, even if he ends up half dead on his couch after a very long shift; he somehow manages to wake up early next morning with Izuku's dream in his mind.

It's enough motivation to keep him going.

However, his body does get tired and it shows sometimes in the way he acts around others; that's probably the reason why he starts snapping at annoying fans and the videos end up on Tiktok and Instagram; his hero name trends for a while, but he honestly doesn't give a fuck. He's still making money and saving people.

Although, even if he doesn't care, he knows others do.

Because of that, Aizawa starts scolding him about his public image and the way it'll affect to his current ranking.

But Katsuki doesn't care about rankings anymore; Izuku is not there to compete against for the number one spot so it's not remotely interesting to make an effort now.

He'll save that for when Izuku becomes a pro hero.

***

By the fourth year, Aizawa decides to play dirty and use Katsuki's only weakness, so he starts showing Izuku the videos of him growling at civilians.

"Kacchan!"

It's ridiculous how Izuku's sad puppy eyes and his worried expression is the only thing he needs to make Katsuki do as he pleases, but Katsuki has been acting that ridiculous since the war ended so it doesn't matter.

It's not like he's gonna stop now.

"Fine! I'll try not to punch them in the face!"

"Did you actually do that?" Izuku finally snaps his head up from the homework he's grading and looks at him with shock, concern and disbelief at the same time.

"Of course not!" He rolls his eyes. "No matter how much I want to sometimes..."

"Kacchan!"

He does behave a bit better after that and Ashido makes fun of him because of it.

Then All Might figures out he's working too much, and also uses Izuku to make Katsuki take a break.

"Are you overworking yourself, Kacchan?"

Again with the sad puppy eyes! He needs to develop a shield against them. Izuku can't keep using them like a weapon all the time.

"I'm fine!"

The nerd is even better at handling him; Izuku nods and smiles before changing the topic to one of his students (he adores them as much as they adore him) and Katsuki visibly relaxes.

Which is a huge mistake.

"When's your next day off, Kacchan?" Izuku casually asks three days later. He smiles sweetly at him and Katsuki wonders for a moment if he actually knows how much power he has over him. "I would like you to stay over at my apartment someday. We can watch a movie and order takeout!"

"You mean like a... sleepover?" he clears his throat, cheeks turning slightly pink. He crosses his arms over his chest as a shield because he doesn't want to think of any of his multiple daydreams about spending a night with Izuku. It's too dangerous.

"Yes!"

It's not fair. Izuku looks so excited he basically has stars in his eyes as he looks up at Katsuki.

The next thing he knows is that he's asking Hawks for a day off and the whole agency starts gossiping about it because he hasn't taken one of those in years.

Only when he's sitting on Izuku's couch, completely relaxed and happy, it occurs to him it was a trap to make him take a break. And even though he knows now, he keeps falling for it every single time.

Because he can't say 'No' to Izuku.

***

Izuku's gauntlets are completely ready five years after Katsuki designed them. They look exactly like the ones he used before, but they have OFA's puch power and release energy threads he can use as he did with Blackwhip.

They're perfect.

Katsuki stares at them for a moment with a stupid, fond smile on his face and he decides to do something sentimental and even more stupid because he's an idiot.

"Can you change mines?" He asks Hatsume after a while. "I want them to look like Izuku's."

"You want them to match your boyfriend's?" She says so casually that Katsuki realizes she's been thinking of Izuku and him as a couple for a long time now. "Sure! He'll probably love that too!"

Katsuki can tell her she's mistaken, but he doesn't. Instead, he thinks about how it'll look when Izuku finally wears his hero suit and stands next to him.

His grin becomes even wider.

Izuku tears up when he sees Katsuki for the first time wearing his new gauntlets; he immediately recognizes the design, even though they're a different color.

He doesn't ask why Katsuki decided to change his gauntlets, he just walks towards him and pulls him into a tight hug.

"It... it doesn't bother you?" He's so drunk in Izuku's scent and physical closeness, his voice shakes a bit. Katsuki hadn't realized how starved he was for Izuku's touch until that moment. "I mean, are you okay with them looking almost like the ones you used to wear?"

The last thing he wants is to make Izuku upset with his own need to feel close to him, even if it's something stupid like making his gauntlets match his.

Izuku shakes his head, smiling up at him.

"I think it's really sweet."

Blushing to the tip of his ears and making Izuku giggle in the process, Katsuki realizes how much he has changed over the past years.

He's a completely different person from who he was in elementary, middle and even the first year of high-school.

The old Bakugo was made of various layers of anger issues and insecurities that were falling off of him as he grew as a person, leaving only Bakugo Kacchan in their place.

He's Izuku's Kacchan now. The version of himself that was born the moment he met little Izuku and wanted to be a pro hero with him; he's always been Izuku's Kacchan.

And he's mature enough to admit and embrace that now.

***

It's the second time, in years, his parents pay him a visit; Katsuki has been avoiding that moment as much as he could, going to their house instead, but his mother probably got suspicious and decided to find out what was going on by herself.

She takes a look around and quirks up a brow at him, even though Katsuki is doing everything in his power to ignore her.

He focuses on his Dad instead, but Masaru has a terrible poker face so Katsuki can tell he's noticed his son lives exactly the way he did when he started working as a pro hero.

"You haven't redecorated the place yet, huh?" he offers kindly, prompting Katsuki to roll his eyes.

He's aware of what's coming. It doesn't matter how much his Dad tries to dismiss the subject because he knows his son doesn't want to talk about it.

But Bakugo Mitsuki doesn't like that type of approach.

"Why do you still live in this crappy ass apartment?" There it goes. His mother crosses both arms over her chest and Katsuki knows she will not leave until he gives her a good explanation. "I thought you made good money! It's been years, brat! Don't tell me you somehow got attached to this place?"

Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep breath, sits both his parents on the couch and offers them tea as he start explaining everything to them.

By the time he's done he looks up only to find them staring back at him with a very proud smile on both their faces.

Masaru hugs him before his mother starts ruffling his hair in a way she hasn't done since Katsuki was in elementary.

"He's going to love it," his father assures him; a little bit of the weight Katsuki has been carrying over his shoulders vanishes because even though he knows Izuku, part of him was sightly afraid he wouldn't like it.

They spend the rest of the afternoon looking at Katsuki's first designs as he tells them in detail how each piece is going to work.

"We've been testing them for a while and they work quite well," he says with a satisfied smile.

"What about the measurements?" Mitsuki asks then. "If you want to keep this a secret from him, how do you plan to make this fit to his body type?"

"I know Izuku's measurements," he says with a confident smirk that quickly vanishes as soon as he watches his parents exchanging a look. "Not like that! I've know him my whole life! I know him better than anyone!"

There's an uncomfortable silence before Mitsuki shakes her head with an amused grin on her face.

"You know an engagement ring would have been way cheaper than this, right?"

"Shut up!"

***

The UA students know him quite well now, especially Izuku's students. Uraraka and Todoroki help Izuku too every now and then, but Katsuki is the only one who's always available when Izuku calls.

And no, not all the students are fond of him, especially because he plays the villain quite often and he easily defeats them in the blink of an eye.

"Don't be too hard on them, Kacchan!"

"How will they learn what a real battle looks like if I'm not, Izuku?"

After a while, Katsuki hears a couple of students calling him Midoriya-sensei's boyfriend and he doesn't correct any of them.

Then the rumor reaches social media and Katsuki doesn't bother to deny it during interviews either; he only says he doesn't like to talk about his private life, which only makes everyone think it's true.

He's being selfish and he knows it, but he doesn't care at all.

However, Izuku apparently does because he corrects his students when they call them a couple, and even though he's telling nothing but the truth, it hurts Katsuki a bit.

"What is it, Kacchan?" Izuku notices immediately of course, and looks back at him with concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he manages to smile, reminding himself that Izuku's suit is almost done and they'll be hero partners soon.

It's all that matters.

"You're an idiot!" Ashido hits him on the back of his head as they have lunch together outside her agency; it's been years since he has actually seen her face to face, and that's the first thing she does? He shouldn't have come. "Why haven't you told him?"

Katsuki huffs, getting slightly irritated.

"We have already discussed this. If the suit is not rea–"

"Not about that!" She rolls her eyes before taking her phone and showing it to him, almost shoving it to his face. "I'm talking about this!"

It's a picture of Katsuki in his hero suit talking to Izuku; they're in the UA so one of the students must have taken it.

Katsuki doesn't need her to say anything else for him to understand what she's talking about; it's written all over his face, in the fondness of smile and the glimmer in his eyes.

He's sure out of all the pictures of pro hero Dynamight on the internet, that's the only one in which he's smiling that softly.

Because it's the only picture of him looking directly at Izuku.

"I will tell him... eventually," he mumbles in a tone that lets Ashido know he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

Izuku needs to focus on fulfilling his dream first.

***

It's been eight years since Katsuki started this project and now that Izuku's suit is finally done, he has decided that the right person to hand it to Izuku is All Might.

"You should be there too," the man insists, giving him an encouraging smile.

Katsuki shakes his head, looking at the floor; it'd be too overwhelming for him, he's sure he'll tear up if he sees Izuku's face when he gets the suit.

He asks All Might to tell Izuku that everyone funded his suit, that they contributed the same amount to it.

The next day he's back at the agency to keep himself busy; he's about to head to his first patrol of the week when Izuku walks in, wearing his hero suit.

Katsuki chokes, blushes and almost tears up at the same time.

He looks perfect.

"Thank you, Kacchan."

The blinding smile and the happiness in his voice is what ends up undoing him, because what he realizes in that moment is that Izuku hasn't smiled so freely, so sincerely in years and Katsuki is the reason he does now.

He starts tearing up the way he did that day at the hospital, the only difference is that it's happiness what makes him so emotional this time.

Izuku takes a few steps closer and presses their foreheads together.

"Thanks for making my dreams come true."

"It wasn't just me," Katsuki manages to say, but his voice sounds choked. "Everyone-"

"I know you planned it, designed it, got everyone together to work on it and paid the most for it. All Might told me everything."

"The old man can't keep a damned secret now..."

Izuku chuckles and his laughter is music to Katsuki's ears; it's true, he doesn't care how sappy it sounds. Izuku's happy chuckle is the best kind of music to him.

Then, Izuku takes his face in his hands and makes him look down at him.

"I love you too, Kacchan."

Katsuki is sure he's dreaming; it must be getting late, he needs to wake up.

But then Izuku kisses him and the kiss is clumsy and wet, but it's perfect because it's their first and now Katsuki knows it's real.

***

He doesn't need to work extra hours now, which means he has time to help Izuku train to get used to his new suit and the quirks it comes with.

It takes him just two months to accomplish that, and another one to feel ready to apply to Hawks' agency.

"I'm ready to get a hero partner now."

"Really?" Hawks looks at him in disbelief before grinning. "Alright, I have a few suggestions..."

"I want Deku."

Hawks rolls his eyes, but doesn't look surprised in the slightest.

"At least wait for me to hire him first," Hawks continues, staring up at Katsuki with a little bit of irritation. "I just got his application."

"Well, when you do, make him my partner," he's aware that he sounds demanding and although he's not like that anymore, he can't hold back the urgency in his voice because he has waited for that moment for eight years.

"I can't," Hawks says, taking a deep breath, bracing himself for a long discussion. "Even though Deku is a war hero and I'm sure he'll become an excellent pro hero, he has to start at the bottom, like everyone else. However, if I put you with him, you'll have to endure all those boring patrols and easy missions that are given to new heroes in training."

"I know that. Just put me with him. We'll get to the top in no time."

Hawks stares at him and blinks a few times before chuckling.

"Well damn. Guess they weren't rumors after all," he smirks. "Alright. Just invite me to the wedding."

"Will do."

***

Katsuki hears Izuku ramble excitedly about being hero partners and their first patrol together in the comfort of their shared apartment, one that his mother finally approves of, although he has the feeling that she doesn't care that much about the place, but the person her son is living with.

Mitsuki has always loved Izuku.

They have breakfast, Katsuki prepares two bentos for the both of them and they head to the agency, directly to the locker room.

Even though it's not his first patrol, Katsuki notices his heart beating faster as he walks out as Dynamight, right next to Izuku wearing the suit he worked so hard for.

The suit that made their dreams come true.

"Come, Deku," he says, because he can do that now, he can offer his hand to Izuku, knowing he'll take it without hesitation and a blinding smile on his face.

They're partners now, in more ways than one.

It's been eight years to get to this point, but Katsuki know it's just the beginning for the both of them.

***

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[dovveri]

can you write sana and reader scissoring in the back seat bcz the car can drive automatically ?!😋

knee deep in the passenger seat

synopsis: once again, exactly what req asked for :)

warnings: smut! scissoring in the backseat, some thigh riding, semi-public sex, cunnilingus implication, curse words

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: every author has their hardest type of fic to write and i fear mine is smut... still fun tho! enjoy stay safe dont plagirise etc etc :P

"how much longerrrrr?"

you look over to the passenger seat, laughing a little at your girlfriend's antics. she's been getting more and more restless as the drive went on. she'd already gotten through her entire collection of netflix downloads, taken various naps, and grown sick of her road trip playlists that she had specially made in preparation.

you place a hand on her thigh, "almost there baby. 2 hours to go."

"2 hours?!" she exaggerates, whining and putting her hand over yours, squeezing slightly.

"you can take another nap?"

"not tired." you don't have to look at her to tell she's pouting. but you would have to look at her to pinpoint the look she gets in her eye, coming up with an idea that would entertain her, and you for the remainder of the drive.

"hungry? there's still some snacks in the- w-what are you doing sana?" your grip on the steering wheel tightens as you feel her drag your hand up her thigh slowly.

"mm i'm not really feeling like the snacks we brought. i could go for something else though..." there's a suggestive lilt in her voice, and your grip around her thigh tightens out of habit. she smirks, knowing she has you wrapped around her finger.

"b-baby i'm driving."

"doesn't this car have an auto drive feature?" she inches your hand further up, her voice dropping an octave, using that tone you know she only uses when she wants something from you.

"y-yeah b-but- um- i-"

"hmm?"

just before she reaches her centre she brings your hand up to her mouth, taking your fingers in slowly, one by one, slicking them up and humming around them. you don't dare look at her, the feeling of her mouth wrapped around you enough to make you squirm in your seat.

"there we go. nice and wet. you'll help me out now won't you?" she doesn't wait for a response, bringing your hand back down, except she's unzipped her pants and shuffled them down already so your hand meets the skin of her inner thighs. you can feel the heat emanating from her core, anticipation building while she traces your fingers lightly over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"b-baby-"

"c'mon let me have some fun honey. it'll be fun for you too i promise."

then she presses the tip of your finger directly above her clit, gasping at the barely there pressure, feeling her own arousal spike instantly.

you curse, using your other hand to quickly turn the auto-drive feature of the car on, while sana traces your finger down her clothed cunt, rutting into your hand when you start to feel her panties soil with her essence. she drags you slowly back up to her clit, making you press down fully this time, circling it and letting out a full blown moan. the sound goes straight between your legs, the feeling of her hot skin, the little nub under your fingertip.

when you're finally done with the settings and inputting your destination in the navigation system, you whip your head around to face her, expecting, but still completely unprepared for the look of sheer sex on her face.

she's got the hand that's not controlling yours in her mouth, sucking on her own fingers to try and muffle the sounds of pleasure she makes with each stroke of your fingers. her pants are shoved down to her thighs, you can see her thigh muscles straining to spread her legs wider for you, but the material only allows her to open herself up so much. she's got that lidded look that she knows drives you insane, her top messy from her wriggling and squirming. with wide eyes you realise she decided to forgo wearing a bra today, her nipples hard and visible through her thin camisole.

sana notices your gaze linger on her chest, pushing it out further with a smirk. "like what you see?"

"you didn't wear a bra." your voice is low, now that you have your full attention on her, you're hyper-focused on the way her breathing has gotten progressively heavier, the rise and fall of her chest and the increasing wetness under your fingertip.

"it's a roadtrip. i wanted to be comfy."

"or you planned this from the beginning?"

she smirks again, "you're delusional honey. now are you gonna help me or do i have to do it myself?"

you growl, leaning over and capturing her lips in a rough kiss, sucking her bottom lip into your mouth and biting down lightly. she moans, pressing your hand down against her cunt just a little harder to give herself more pressure.

at the reminder, you rip your hand away from her, ignoring her whine against your lips, sucking away any other sounds she tries to make. instead, you work at pulling her pants down fully, helping her out of them so her legs were now bare and spread for you.

you break away, glancing down briefly, your eyes darkening at the sight, a wet patch obvious on her panties as she whines and squirms against you.

"backseat. now."

you push yourself off of your seat, climbing into the backseat a little clumsily, earning a giggle and a cheeky slap on your ass, but you were needy now so you didn’t care how you looked, the mess between your thighs was all her fault.

once you’re sat you look at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow.

but she takes her time, making sure your eyes are on her before pulling off her top slowly, letting her breasts bounce down, knowing your eyes were glued to them. then she leans onto the dashboard, bringing her legs up onto the seat so her ass is facing you, teasingly pulling her panties down her legs, slow enough you can see the slick clinging to the material desperately as she reveals her cunt, pretty and soaked. you lick your lips in anticipation, the throb between your own legs growing almost unbearable.

she looks over her shoulder back at you when her panties are off, the most seductive look in her eyes, lips curled up. she crawls onto the middle console, then she's on her hands and knees in front of you, completely naked and dripping, hair falling to frame her face perfectly.

you lean back, rubbing your thighs together to generate any sort of friction, feeling the temperature of the car heighten.

"take off your clothes." she husks out, getting up so she's still kneeling but has her hands holding onto the sides of the passenger and driver seats to support herself.

you hasten to follow her instructions, yanking down your pants and pulling your top off over your head, undoing your bra and shuffling your panties down your legs. you waste no time, unlike her, too desperate for her touch to tease.

the way she's kneeling in front of you, means all the movements of the car translates directly onto her body. every small bump or rough patch of road the car drives over, her tits bounce along accordingly, nipples hard and pointed, just aching to be tugged and pinched. your gaze is fixed on them, completely obsessed.

finally, after you're both completely naked, sana slides forward. you're too eager to get your skin on hers that you grab her hips and pull her onto your lap harshly. her yelp transitions into a moan as soon as your heated skin meets.

she immediately starts grinding down into your thigh, you're completely mesmerised by the way her chest bounces, finally close enough that you can reach both hands up and cup them.

"f-fuck you can touch."

your hands squeeze, brushing your thumbs over her nipples gently, earning a moan from sana again.

you can't get enough of the sounds she makes, determined to hear more, squeezing her tits a little more harshly, playing around with them in your hands, then coming in to pinch her nipples simultaneously.

sana throws her head back at that, gushing at the feeling, rutting down faster, harder onto your thigh, fully riding it now.

you take the opportunity with the extra space to lean down and wrap your lips around a nipple, still tugging and twisting at the other one. you alternate between sucking motions and running your tongue over it in all sorts of directions, switching to the other nipple and repeating, hands never leaving her tits, never getting enough.

when you detach from her, you realise you've started thrusting up into her unconsciously as well, your body only reacting to the arousal and intense need to get off right now.

you latch back onto her tit, only able to break away for so long, but taking in your surroundings a little better now. you flush, tilting your head to the side so you can continue suckling on her nipple, taking in the highway. thankfully there weren't many cars on the road but the thrill of being caught, or anyone driving close enough to just peek in through the window to see the both of you, completely naked and enthralled with one another, sends a spike of arousal down your spine.

you can feel when sana gets closer to finishing, her breaths and moans picking up in pitch, her movements growing more frantic, hand on the back of your head, keeping you at her chest, curses falling out of her mouth.

you hum around her, pulling back and looking up, adoring the sweat that's built up, bits of her hair sticking to her forehead, eyes lidded, mouth open.

"close?" your voice is raspy, overrun with lust.

"m-mhm-"

at the confirmation, you suddenly move your hands down to her hips, grabbing them and forcing her still.

"w-what?! what are you doing?!"

"shh- just- let me-" you awkwardly shuffle around the backseat, trying to maneuver your bodies in the limited space, lying down and pulling her on top of you.

her breath hitches as your bare chests meet, faces suddenly close together, and then your shifting your legs and you mutter out a small curse, grinding up into her cunt, both your pussies drenched and gliding against one another, clits catching as you frantically bring her down into a kiss.

you both moan into each other, sana understanding what you wanted immediately, not wasting another second and rutting down into you, rubbing your cunts together.

it's wet, and hot, and scratches just the itch you need to have your back arching, desperately thrusting up into her, briefly wondering if your car was shaking from the frenzied humping, if other people could tell what was going on just by the movement of your car.

your nipples perk up when you feel sana's saliva-slicked chest rub against yours, the tight space making you feel all the more closer to her, chasing your highs together.

"f-fuck i'm- oh god- i-"

"c'mon- cum baby. that's what you wanted right? you entertained yet? you wanna cum all over me? all over my pretty pussy? fuck you're gonna make me cum too-"

she whines, burying her head in your neck, unable to continue kissing you, only focused on the primal need to reach that high.

"oh fuck you're so pretty baby- wanna see you cum- please? for me?"

sana's panting into your ear, grinding down, each thrust feeling rougher and faster than the last, and when you practically beg her to cum for you, she does exactly that, crying out and releasing.

you grab her hips and continue to rut up into her, chasing your own orgasm which comes easily when the girl of your dreams is writhing and coming undone right on top of you.

you come down with heavy breaths, holding sana in your arms and running a hand through her hair softly.

eventually sana peeks out from the crook of your neck, a hazy grin on her face, hair a mess, she's never been more beautiful.

"thank you."

"of course baby." you smile, brushing strands of hair that have fallen onto your face behind her ear.

she sits up, still on top of you, stretching a little. there's a twinge of arousal watching her body move. she looks back down at you knowingly, lightly trailing a hand up and down the valley of your chest and your stomach.

"how much longer do we have?"

you sit up as well, grasping her hands and interlocking your fingers, looking to the dashboard and squinting at the time to destination.

"like an hour."

sana hums, then pushes you back down so you’re lying flat on your back.

you raise an eyebrow in question.

she smirks, "enough time for me to eat you out. you know i get peckish after sex. you're the perfect snack."

and then she's lifting your legs onto her shoulders and diving in. you found it hard to find reasons to drive anymore when the auto-drive feature allowed sana to have you like this, not knee deep in the passenger seat and eating you out, but just as good.

[triptuckers]

on the bottom of the lake - percy jackson

Request: yes! "I love ur writing!! could you write something w Percy helping anxious reader?? I’ve been super stressed lately and idk this show is keeping me sane lmao" Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  you've been stressed and percy knows the perfect way to help you relax Warnings:  reader being stressed, some swearing, anxiety Word count:  917 A/N: I drew so many pjo characters yesterday I cant wait to share them when I'm done with them :) thanks for your request, enjoy!

you don't know if you've ever felt like this. sure, you'd been stressed before. but now you're losing sleep over it. and not a few hours, just nights without zero sleep at all.

you've got a big project you need to do for school over the summer. if you call, it'll be your last strike and you'd be expelled. like it was your fault you had trouble reading and concentrating.

when you arrived at camp half-blood at the start of summer, you thought some of your worries would go away.

the opposite happened.

you saw everyone around you having a good time. they didn't have to worry about some project. they slept peacefully from night til morning.

even if you can't work on your project, you're constantly thinking about it. your mind never rests.

percy noticed you've been stressed and tries to talk to you about it, but you always shut him down. it's enough to think about it all the time, let alone talk about it.

after a couple of days, percy tries again. he really wants to help you, but he don't know why.

'hey, y/n?' says percy.

'what's up?' you say, looking up at him. you're supposed to help your cabin prepare for tonight's bonfire, but so far you're not helping much.

'about your project-'

'gods, will you leave it alone, percy!' you burst out. 'I think about that fucking project all day don't you start about it as well!'

percy takes a step back and you realise it's because of you.

'I'm sorry! sorry!' you say, getting up and grabbing one of his hands. 'I'm so sorry I didn't mean it.'

you feel tears slowly starting to fall.

'hey, it's okay.' says percy softly. he reaches up and brushes a tear from your cheek. 'want to go to the lake for a while?'

you nod. percy leads you to the lake. you close your eyes and let the breeze calm you down. but still the project is on your mind. if you go to your cabin now, you could get some work done.

percy tugs on your hand and you open your eyes to look at him.

'get in.' he says, nodding his head toward the lake.

'now?'

percy nods.

'percy, I don't want to go swimming right now.'

'do you trust me?'

'of course.'

'then get in.'

you sigh. what did you have to lose? maybe a swim would be nice.

'let me get my bathing suit.' you say.

'nope.' says percy, pulling you by your hand as he jumps in the lake. before you can stop him, you're pulled forward by his momentum. seconds later, the water surrounds you.

you want to yell at him for getting your clothes soaked, but you remember you're under water. once you get your bearings, you open your eyes, letting them get accustomed to the water.

you try to swim to the surface, but percy still holds on to your hand and pulls you further down, all the way to the bottom of the lake.

good for him, he's a poseidon kid. you aren't. you can't breathe underwater. surely percy knows that right?

he lets go of you hands and swims to the bottom of the lake.

you're going to have to go up for air soon.

you can see percy sitting down on the ocean floor, gesturing at you to join him. you squint your eyes. it looks like the water is less murky down there.

you let yourself sink down to percy's level. the water is less murky here because there is no water here.

'I didn't know you could do this.' you say, looking around the air bubble you're in.

'pretty cool, right?' says percy, smiling proudly.

'why are we here?'

'I mostly come here when I need to be alone. if you sit here in silence for a while, the fish will come up to you. and I always thought the waves are soothing to look at from down here.'

you look up and watch the waves for a while. sunlight pours through the water, giving it a soft glow.

you move closer to percy and rest your head on his shoulder.

the two of you sit there for a while. and percy was right. after some time, fish start to swim around your bubble.

percy tells you about the lake and the animals and after a while even two water nymphs come to say hello. percy knows them and introduces you to them.

you sit there for so long you lose track of time. it's getting late, so you decide to swim up to the surface.

normally you would have been soaked, but thanks to percy you're warm and dry.

you stifle a yawn as percy takes your hand in his and starts walking towards the cabins.

'thank you, that was nice.' you say.

'one of the bonuses of dating a poseidon kid.' says percy, lightly squeezing your hand.

he notices you hadn't talked about your project at all when you were in the lake. and you look genuinely tired. he hopes you can get at least one good nights sleep tonight.

'want to stay at my cabin tonight?' he says.

you smile and nod. 'yeah I'd like that.'

the two of you head to percy's cabin to get some sleep. and percy had been right, you got a good night of uninterrupted sleep. you dreamt of nothing but the comfort of the lake, and percy's presence next to you.

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[kari-sims]

All the sims from my girl's only occult orphanage i posted recently. I've been making them for a while now, and i'm currently going through the arduous building of the massive place where they'll live, which i was not prepared for (´｡• ◡ •｡`) thanks sm for the support on them, i'm happy you guys liked them! Also special thanks to all the cc creators, who idk what i would be without ♡

added some details about them bellow if anyone's interested (it's a wee bit long).

Characters:

Headmaster

Ruby: Despite her stern appearance, she's a lovely person who just wants to motivate the girls into following their goals, since she didn't have the same treatment growing up as an orphan herself. She'll be doing some paranormal investigation on the side, apart from working on her music to support the orphanage. I will allow small monthly donations to the orphanage as well to help her out. Traits: snob / music lover / family oriented

Teens

Anastasia (fairy): While we don't have fairies (yet!), she'll be learning a variety of skills to max level until she's allowed to learn the art of spellcasting. I'm playing the reaper event with her, so she has a few skills already. Traits: paranoid / practice makes perfect.

Ophelia (vampire): She'll be following the good vampire aspiration because she randomized with the vegetarian trait, so it was only fitting. She doesn't want to waste her immortal years being a meanie who's hated by everybody. Traits: vegetarian / cheerful

Luana (werewolf): Will be following the werewolf aspiration so i can explore that pack better, still unsure what her path will be, but i guess it's fun not knowing. Traits: loyal / lazy

Pre-teens

Bug (zombie): Didn't know what i was going to do with her, until my brother told me to do the strangerville mystery, and i thought it was sooo perfect! Traits: goofball / erratic

Hannah (spellcaster): Making her made me a little bit scared, so of course she'll be an untamed witch following the spellcaster aspiration to be a master of evil someday. Traits: hot-headed / evil

Sky (ghost): Died by lightening while saving a snake during a storm one night, and now they're bound forever. I'm still unsure what she'll do, but she'll work on finding a way to either enjoy her death or come back to life. If i get the new EP someday then i might explore it with her, but for now i'm okay having her roaming around. Traits: animal enthusiast / gloomy

Children:

Aloe (plant sim): I'll be checking out the new expanded plantsims mod with her, which is something i've been wanting to check for a while, it looks so fun! Trait: loves outdoors

Vera (elf): Don't know what i'll be doing with her, but, while i figure that out, she'll be doing all the base game aspirations since i haven't done that before, and being a companion in her plant sim friend's journey. Trait: genius

They'll each be doing their own thing while i explore the packs/mods, and i'll try to focus on only one of them for each sim day until they complete their goals and get adopted/moved out. Oh, and aging will be off, cause i don't want to stress myself. I really want to post some gameplay pics of them with no dialogue probably. I'm not a storyteller, so don't expect much 😅 it'll be just for memory keeping. Thanks if you read all this! This was more of a way for me to keep track of things too if i'm being honest.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂 (𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

After finishing a day of official duties, we finally had some time alone. While sipping tea before bed, Silvio brought up something interesting.

Silvio: "You know there's going to be a limited-time market in town soon, right?"

Emma: "Yes, that's the one you're organizing, isn't it?"

Silvio: "Yep. Normally, only shop owners and merchants can open stalls, but this time, I changed the rules so anyone can join."

Silvio: "Because of that, we got a crazy number of applications. Just sorting through them all might take me until evening."

As he let out a sigh, I felt a quiet excitement stir in my chest.

Emma: "Does that mean even amateurs can open a stall?"

Silvio: "Yeah. Some people are trying to start new businesses; others are just looking to get rid of junk from their homes."

Emma: "........."

Silvio: "Why are your eyes sparkling like that?"

(Duh? Because it sounds fun!)

(Besides, I've been waiting for a chance like this!)

I set down my cup and leaned in toward him.

Emma: "I want to open a stall too!"

Silvio: "That's so sudden. Don't tell me you're just saying that on a whim."

Emma: "Of course not! I've actually been interested in this for a while."

Silvio: "Interested in what, business?"

Emma: "Yes."

Emma: "And I've been wanting to try something new."

Emma: "Watching you jump into new ventures all the time made me want to start something of my own, too."

Silvio: "I see. In that case, I'll help you—"

Emma: "No! Can I try doing it on my own this time?"

Silvio: "What, are you saying you don't want me as your business partner?"

Emma: "That's not it! If I were gonna go into business with anyone, I'd trust you the most."

Silvio: "Then what's the problem?"

Emma: "It's not that I have a problem with you."

As he gave me a sharp, piercing look, I braced myself and finally said what I'd been thinking for a while.

Emma: "I just feel like if I keep relying on you, I'll never really grow."

Emma: "Ever since I came to Benitoite, I don't think I've done anything on my own."

Emma: "But if I can get experience doing something completely from start to finish by myself, I think I'll feel more confident—as your fiancée."

(Though that's not the only reason I want to try running a business. But I'll keep that to myself for now.)

Silvio: "............"

Silvio: "*sigh* that's so like you."

Silvio: "So basically, you want to handle everything—from sourcing your goods to setting up the stall—by yourself, huh?"

Emma: "Yeah. I know it's going to be tough, and there'll probably be things I'm not good at... but still, I want to try doing it myself this time."

As I waited nervously, Silvio finally broke the silence with a chuckle.

Silvio: "Jumping into business with zero experience and doing it alone is definitely reckless."

Silvio: "But telling you that is pointless, huh?"

Silvio: "Even if I tried to stop you, you wouldn't listen anyway. So fine, do it your way."

Silvio: "Whether you succeed or fail, there's no doubt it'll be a valuable experience."

Emma: "Thank you, Prince Silvio."

Silvio: "Even though it's open to the public, this is still a proper market."

Silvio: "If your business isn't up to standard, no one's going to stop by. Make sure you remember that."

Emma: "O-Okay."

Silvio: "Don't worry. If it all goes up in flames and you feel like crying, I'll be there to cheer you up."

Emma: "That's exactly why I'll make sure I'm prepared, so it doesn't come to that."

Emma: "I'll give it everything I've got and make sure I don't have any regrets!"

The next day

I headed to the courtyard and started planning for the upcoming market.

(They said I can open whatever stall I want, but what kind should I go with?)

(Since it's my first time running a business, maybe I should stick to something I already know.)

I closed my eyes and thought hard about it, but only one idea kept coming to mind.

Emma: "Books. I think that's the one."

Silvio: "A solid choice."

Emma: "Prince Silvio!?"

He placed his hand on my head and playfully ruffled my hair.

Silvio: "If you start thinking you've got all the time in the world and take it easy, that event's gonna sneak up on you real quick."

Silvio: "Once you've decided what you're going to sell, you should start looking for suppliers as soon as possible."

Emma: "You're right."

(In that case, it might be a good idea to head into town for some research. I could get ideas for my product lineup.)

Silvio: "Oh, and I almost forgot—I'm going to town tomorrow, and you're coming with me."

Emma: "Sure! Are we going shopping?"

Silvio: "Something like that."

(Silvio's going into town just to shop? That's pretty rare. I wonder what he's buying.)

(Still, the timing couldn't be better—I can do my market research while we're there.)

(..........)

Silvio: "What are you grinning about?"

Emma: "It's nothing."

(He says it's shopping, but maybe he's actually bringing me along to help with my research?)

(The way he invited me like that—it has to be his way of helping, right?)

Silvio: "I plan on dragging you all over the place tomorrow, so you'd better be ready."

Emma: "Okay! I'm looking forward to it!"

The next day—

We were walking through town for market research.

Just realizing he brought me here under the excuse of running his own errands made my heart flutter.

(It almost feels like we're on a date, but I need to stay focused!)

(Having an experienced merchant like him is a huge privilege for a beginner like me.)

As I pressed a hand to my cheek to stop myself from smiling too much, I heard him stifle a laugh beside me.

Silvio: "You're getting way too excited over a shopping trip."

(Ah…)

Right after he teased me, he suddenly took my hand.

Emma: "Prince Silvio?"

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jack Howl - Night Sky Chiffon Vignette

What's with that weird rule?

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Riddle: Now then, Deuce, let's get to it. Would you paint the walls with the colors of the night sky?

Deuce: Yes, sir, Housewarden!

Riddle: Once those preparations are completed, we'll use the wall as a night sky backdrop and set a multitude of lanterns aloft.

Kalim/Jack/Deuce: Yeah! / Yes, sir!

Jack: Okay, time to draw the picture of lanterns flying in the night sky.

Jack: For now, I have to figure out where the lanterns'll go. If I base it off the dimensions of the picture we're working off of…

Deuce: What are you doing, Jack? Why're you striking a weird pose with your thumbs and index fingers like that?

Jack: I ain't striking a pose! I'm trying to get an image of the whole picture by squaring it up.

Jack: If I do this, it'll be easier to figure out what size the lanterns should be drawn on the wall.

Jack: And that's how I realized…

Jack: All that dark blue you threw on the wall is painted a lot more vertical than the example we have to go off of.

Riddle: Indeed. I took that into account and make little marks where each lantern should be drawn.

Riddle: Could you draw an alight lantern at each of those little marks?

Jack: Right.

Jack: The paint colors I have here right now is red, blue, pink, yellow, and…

Jack: I guess I'll need orange if I'm going to draw some lanterns. I'll mix the red and yellow paint together.

[mixes paint]

Jack: That should be good enough. I'll start drawing the lanterns with yellow first…

[paint, paint]

Jack: Then I'll put on a layer of orange that I just made… Hey, that actually came out pretty good.

Riddle: You're right. The flame of the candle burning in the center of the lantern is shown well by the gradation you gave it.

Riddle: You've got some talent here. I had no idea you were so good at art.

Jack: Oh, no, I'm not good at it at all. All I really did was just scribble around with my siblings when I was a kid.

Jack: I more preferred to outside and move around, so I haven't really drawn much outside of my classes.

Riddle: You say you're not good at all… but I think you've done a good job.

Jack: Well, that's… probably because I've seen a bunch of lanterns before.

Jack: Not the ones that fly through the air, but I'm more talking about the ones that you'd use to go camping with.

Jack: When I was a kid, I'd find the flickering flames a little mesmerizing…

Jack: So I kinda just colored it like how I felt it was in my memories of back then.

Riddle: I see. So your observational skills are to thank for this completed picture, then.

Riddle: They do say that looking at the real object you are depicting leads to a good rough sketch of the subject… I feel as though I've learned something new.

Jack: The Princess of the Tower must've seen those strange lights flying in the sky once a year every year on her birthday...

Jack: And used those observations to draw them like this on the wall. All the while, she's curious as to what those lights were.

Riddle: Indeed. Even while she had been locked up in the tower, I'm sure she allowed her imagination to keep growing.

Riddle: And that is something that is absolutely essential to a competent mage. We cannot allow ourselves to become complacent.

Jack: Right. Our imagination abilities should be getting a good workout by thinking of how the princess acted, or what she saw.

Jack: I ain't gonna leave anything half-done. Everything'll get done just as…

Jack: Hm? What just hit my cheek…? HEY, WHAT'S WITH THIS PAINT!?

Kalim: 'Kay, I'm gonna draw a lantern with this color next!

[splat]

Jack: Kalim-senpai, you're using too much paint! Plus, you're waving your hands around too much…

Jack: You were the one who just splattered paint on me, weren't you!?

Kalim: Eh, did the paint hit you!? Sorry, sorry!

Riddle: I am relieved that I thought to use protection magic before we started painting. This library was in danger of becoming covered in paint…

Jack: I don't really want to get paint on this uniform. I guess I'll work a little further away from Kalim-senpai.

Jack: Hmm, where's the next mark Riddle-senpai put up…? Ah, here it is. I'll draw a lantern here.

Jack: This little yellow dot looks like a paint splatter. Guess I'll paint over with the base blue color to fix that.

[paint, paint]

Deuce: …Hey, Jack! Did you just paint over the stuff I just drew!?

Jack: I was just gettin' rid of the paint splatter. Nothing worth getting upset about.

Deuce: That wasn't a paint splatter, it was there to show how the light's glinting!

Deuce: Plus, if you're gonna paint over something on the wall, you gotta use a bigger array of colors than what was originally there.

Jack: What's with that weird rule? Is that one of your Queen of Hearts' laws?

Jack: Besides, I'm gonna be painting a lantern that's got more than 3 colors. That should be enough, right?

Deuce: …Fine, then. Guess I'll go work over there.

Jack: Huh, he backed down pretty quickly. He was spouting all that nonsense of spray painting the walls earlier, too…

Jack: I feel like it's way too easy to imagine him doing something way too ridiculous.

Jack: Geez. Why's he gotta start talkin' bout stuff that only makes sense to a couple people?

[paint, paint]

Jack: Alright, that's the last lantern painted.

Riddle: It seems as though the number of the lanterns, as well as their placement have been painted according to the drawing. I'd like to think that it comes quite close to the reference, but…

Kalim: Don'tcha think the painting's a little boring?

Riddle: I don't think there's any reason to make it too extravagant. However, I do also feel as though there's something missing.

Deuce: Oh yeah, Jack did say something about how the wall art was a little too long compared to the drawing in the book.

Deuce: Maybe that means the margins are a little off...?

Deuce: I'm more worried that it doesn't look like a painting of lanterns flying through the night sky.

Deuce: More like… It feels it like the streetlights when I'm riding a blastcycle at night, or the lights from oncoming cars.

Kalim: I mean, the Princess didn't know the lights flying in the sky were lanterns, and just drew what she saw, right?

Deuce: Right… Then I guess this painting is good.

[Jack thinks]

Jack: No, wait, I have an idea.

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Deuce: Right… Then I guess this painting is good.

[Jack thinks]

Jack: No, wait, I have an idea.

Kalim/Deuce/Riddle: What idea?

Jack: Yeah, so, I'm gonna draw a mountain at the bottom of the painting.

Jack: I'll take blue and yellow, and then mix this paint together… Alright. Now I just gotta draw near the bottom of the painting…

[paint, paint]

Jack: …How's that?

Riddle/Deuce/Kalim: WOOOOOOAH!!

Deuce: The lights are flying. Before you added that, they just looked like streetlights and headlights to me!

Kalim: Yeah! The lanterns are really flying in the air! That's amazing, Jack!

Kalim: The mountain's a pretty dark and boring color… But because of that, the lantern's lights look even more brighter!

Deuce: Yeah, I see it now that you mention it… I think I can definitely understand why the Princess of the Tower would've longed to see them.

Jack: You guys are laying it on way too thick. All I did was kinda draw what felt like a mountain line and colored it in.

Deuce: Don't get all shy on us, c'mon. But man, it's really strange.

Deuce: The lantern's lights weren't touched at all… So why do the lanterns actually look like lanterns now?

Riddle: That's because we now have the added information that those lights are higher in the sky than the mountain line.

Riddle: In what we had depicted prior to this, there was no context clues to inform us that the dark blue portion of the drawing was the sky.

Riddle: That's why Deuce could see streetlights, or headlights.

Riddle: After all, abstract art can be viewed differently based on the person.

Jack: …I get it. Everyone understands that mountains are large, tall objects that are firmly on the ground.

Jack: So that's why just by drawing a mountain, we can conclude that the dark blue area is the sky, and that those lights are flying.

Deuce: Huh, what, you drew that without knowing that?

Jack: It's not like I get art or anything.

Jack: For me, it was just that I'm used to seeing scenery that's got mountains in the background. Whenever I look up at the sky, they're just always there in my field of vision…

Jack: So I just thought that maybe the reason why our painting felt like it was missing something was because it needed mountains, is all.

Riddle: Ah yes, you have mentioned that you come from the Shaftlands.

Riddle: That region is rather mountainous. This could only have been conceived by someone who sees mountainous landscapes on a more familiar basis.

Riddle: You also drew the light of the lanterns quite well. I marvel at your powers of observation, Jack.

Riddle: Perhaps I would do well to spend more time looking into things that are not just textbooks and reference books.

Kalim: Hey, Jack. You got any more good ideas?

Kalim: It's already lookin' so much better than before! So let's try and make it even more awesome!

Jack: Any more ideas…? Hmm, what if we drew trees on the mountain?

Jack: The colors'll be darker, 'cause it'll be more in the shadows, but I think that'll brighten the lighter colors more.

Kalim: Okay. Then I'll draw some trees around here.

Deuce: I'll draw them over here.

Riddle: I'll do the same here. Since Jack drew the mountain, we should pitch in and draw all the trees.

Riddle: Kalim, Deuce. Let us finalize this drawing with this.

Kalim/Deuce: Yeah! / Yes, sir!

[paint, paint]

Jack: …Looks like I got nothing to do, now. Guess I'll start putting away the paint we used up.

[clatter, clatter]

Jack: …......

[FLASHBACK]

Kalim: Yeah! The lanterns are really flying in the air! That's amazing, Jack!

[FLASHBACK]

Deuce: Yeah, I see it now that you mention it… I think I can definitely understand why the Princess of the Tower would've longed to see them.

[FLASHBACK]

Riddle: You also drew the light of the lanterns quite well. I marvel at your powers of observation, Jack.

Jack: Never thought there'd come the day I'd be getting showered in compliments just for drawing something.

Jack: …Right! Let's keep this up, and find our way out of here!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[thezombieprostitute]

Hi Zombie ! Tell me, how are Jake and Sharky ? Are they still working on that contract loophole ? Did their parents force them to celebrate Valentine’s Day ? Are they getting closer ?

Lots of love ❤️

I'm so glad you asked. I've been trying to figure out how to get back to these two and this ask gave me the spark I needed!

The Arrangement - Part 14

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Ableism, Bad parents and siblings, Drunk character, Talking about abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Part 13 -- Part 15

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"Look, I'm glad to know I've got options, but what about her?" Jake please with Clay. "If her testimony leads to the marriage being nullified, what safeties does she have?"

"I can appreciate your concerns, Jake," Clay replied. "I'm sure, when you win the case against your own parents, you'll be able to afford to keep her safe from hers."

Jake shakes his head, "those cases take time. They'll destroy her!"

Clay sighs at Jake's puppy dog eyes. "Maybe we can hide her away when she ain't testifying. I'll talk to Aisha."

"Thanks, Clay. I know it wasn't part of the original plan."

"When have any of my first plans ever worked out?" Clay retorts. "Besides, that was before we knew about her situation."

"Thanks for understanding."

"Just make sure you keep takin' good care of her."

"Travis, please, I'm trying to help you," you softly sob.

"You just want to rub it in! Tell me off for all those years I made fun of you!"

"No! You're my brother, not my enemy!" you assert. "The nurses say you haven't been eating. I know you always loved the eggplant parmesan I made so I brought a plate of it for you."

Travis throws the food onto the floor. "You're not better than me!" he yells, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "You've always thought you were better than me! That no matter what success I got, you could always outdo me! Cooking for all my friends so they wouldn't want to go out to eat with me. Getting your Master's degree while I had to buy a Bachelor's. First to marry. And now! Now I can't even walk!"

Travis breaks down into tears and you rush to hug him but he pushes you away. "Just leave me here to rot like Mom and Dad did."

Quietly crying you start cleaning up the ruined dinner, not wanting the hospital staff to have to deal with it.

As you go to leave you remind him, "if you need me, please call me."

Clay greets you in parking garage. "I was just on my way out. Fair warning, little lady, your parents are waitin' on you."

"Thank you for letting me know."

He nods and heads to his pinto while you get in the elevator.

You mentally prepare yourself for the barrage of complaints about your lack of manners. Never mind you were looking after your brother. Never mind that they didn't tell you to expect them. You weren't there when they arrived and you're now derelict in your duties as a good daughter.

Your mother's voice is shrill, a sign she's been drinking. That means it'll take a lot more work to keep her from throwing things.

One step inside the penthouse and she yells, "where the hell were you?"

"Visiting Travis," you admit. "I'll go get you something to drink."

"Don't bother," your father interjects. "We're not staying long."

"Ugh, Travis," your mother slurs. "He just had to break his spine. Wasn't getting enough attention so he got himself hurt. We put so much time and money into building him up and now this."

It was an accident, you think, but you keep manage to keep quiet.

"And so now, we're reliant and you and Jake," your father adds. "We need the two of you to do more events. Become the representatives of the family. Show people we're still strong and whatnot."

"Can't Travis do that?" Jake chimes in. "The guy survived a car accident that should've killed him."

"He's a cripple!" your mother shouts at Jake. "Cripples are meant for purposes of pity and charity. We don't want to be associated with that!"

Though you could've guessed this was how they would respond, it still hurts to hear your parents talk like this. You want to defend your brother, but it would just add to the mess they're handing you and Jake.

"I know that children haven't been discussed yet," your father says. "But it would go a long way in showing our resilience as a dynasty. As such, we will be talking with the Jensens about an addendum to Jake's contract. We're visiting you today to give you a sort of 'heads up' in case you want to try for one of your own volition."

"Just think," your mother sneers, "you'll finally have an excuse for getting so fat."

Jake jumps to his feet, "well thanks for the heads up. We've got an event to get ready for."

"Ah yes, the Valentine's Day party held by the Thrombey family," your father nods.

"Make sure to keep her on a leash," your mother tells Jake, pointing to you. "Can't have her embarrassing us by eating the entire buffet on her own."

Jake's face is crimson, his jaw tight with anger. "I promise you, Carol, she won't embarrass you."

Your father helps your mother stand and exit the penthouse. Both you and Jake wait for the telltale sounds of the elevator.

"Holy shit," Jake sighs, letting his shoulders relax.

"I'm--"

"Don't apologize, Sharky," Jake cuts you off. "You had no idea they'd be here, that she'd already be drunk, whatever. There's nothing for you to apologize for."

"I still feel bad you had to put up with them."

Jake nods. "How's Travis doing?"

Tears form in your eyes and Jake immediately opens his arms, offering a hug. There's no hesitation from you anymore. You let him hold you while you sob and tell him about what happened. He doesn't let you go until you ask him to.

A couple hours later, as you're getting ready for the party, Jake knocks on the door to room.

"Come in," you call. It still shocks you how much you trust Jake these days. Even more surprising is how he's kept all of his promises to you, including not entering your space without permission. In every interaction, public or private, he's a gentleman.

Jake opens the door, looking good in the deep red suit you picked out for him to match your dress.

"Do I look okay?" he asks as he slowly spins, letting you see him front and back.

"Looks good," you nod. "I um...I hope you don't mind but, I got you a little something." Jake's eyes widen as you reach into your jewelry box. You take out a specially made petunia boutonniere. "I hope you don't mind that it's pink."

Jake's eyes start tearing up. "That's...that's my niece's...Jadah's..."

"You talk about her soccer team a lot. And I know she's one of the main reasons you agreed to this marriage. I just, thought it might be a nice gift. An acknowledgement that you're doing this for a good cause?"

Jake starts sniffling as a tear drops down his cheek. "Thank you," he sniffles. "Thank you for...for listening to me go on about them. For looking out for me. I know this isn't what you wanted either so...so thank you."

Smiling gently you pin the boutonniere to his suit jacket and grab a tissue to give to Jake. "I'm just glad you like it. The pink really goes well with the suit and the whole Valentine's Day theme."

Jake nods with a smile. "It means a lot to me."

Your smile drops a smidge as you think about the upcoming event. "I should...I do have...there is...um...we should..."

"What's wrong, Sharky?"

"It's...it's a Valentine's Day theme. We're...we're a married couple. We're going to be expected to um...to join in on...um. Kissing games?"

"Oh," Jake responds. His eyes widen as the weight of what you're saying hits him. "OOOOOHHHH!"

"I'm...I'm sorry I didn't bring this up sooner," you look away, embarrassed. "I just...I was scared to bring it up and then there just never seemed to be a good time, and I'm so, so sorry!"

Jake nods, "I'll admit, this is something I'd have preferred more of a heads up on, but I get it." He holds out his hand, not quite touching your chin, but it gets you to look at him. "I hope you don't mind, but I...I'd rather our first kiss be...real? Real-er? I don't know."

You smile again, "I'd like that, too Jake."

His cheeks turn pink as he starts feeling shy. "Can I...can I kiss you now?"

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Since our honeymoon," Jake confesses. Your eyes widen in shock as you gasp. "The day after the wedding, specifically. When we got ambushed by the parents and you still looked out for me. Helped me. You were so much kinder, smarter, talented than I was expecting. I wanted to make a joke about 'I'm so grateful I could kiss you' but that...that would've been very bad timing on my part."

His sheepishness makes you giggle. "Yes, that would've been very bad timing. I have to admit, it hasn't been as long for me, but...I've wanted to kiss you too."

Jake's eyes light up and he starts trembling with excitement, making you giggle again.

You step closer to Jake, bringing your face closer to his, "would you like a kiss, Jake?"

"Yes, please," he whispers, eyes pleading.

Bringing your lips to his feels like the most natural thing in the world. As soon as you're touching, Jake returns the kiss with a gentle fervor. He wants to give you more but doesn't want to scare you. You wrap your arms around his neck and open your mouth just enough to encourage him. He brings his strong, muscular arms around you and, one hand at the back of your head, the other on the small of your back. The kiss grows more earnest with need. Your breathing grows shallow as you feel the electricity between you. It takes every ounce of Jake's strength to not let his hands roam. He's never had a kiss feel so good.

The alarm on your phone startles both of you apart.

Quickly turning it off you shyly smile at Jake, "I...it's time to get going to the party."

"You um...you...your lipstick," Jake stutters.

"Oh, yes! Thank you! You should probably clean up your lips, too."

Jake pouts a little, "but I like it. I like have your mark on me."

Your face heats up and your smile widens. "Well, I suppose we are going to be doing plenty more kisses tonight. It wouldn't hurt for everyone to know what we were doing before we arrived."

"Thank you, Sharky," Jake smiles, bouncing on his feet.

"I absolutely understand, Montgomery," William says. "Travis just isn't a good representative anymore. We'll need them to do more."

"I knew you'd see reason," Montgomery nods. "So how soon do you think we can have the lawyers here for an addendum to the contract?"

"Honestly, I could have them do it tonight," William laughs. "But I'll have them start in the morning. A grandchild would do wonders for both our families!"

"Let's just try to make sure Jake doesn't have his friend here to help him figure out more of the contract."

"That will be tricky, but possible. My son is smarter than I care to admit."

"At least my daughter never learned to question," Montgomery muses as he sips his whiskey.

"And hopefully she'll stay that way," William growls. "Jake is bound by contract while your daughter is bound only by a sense of obligation."

Montgomery huffs, "trust me, your son won't get rid of decades of her being trained to behave."

William nods, "then let's get them working."

Part 13 -- Part 15

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[tulippanes]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

v. — catch that dog.. again!

warnings: i've defrosted

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Bathing a dog can go two ways. Either successfully or it'll be pure hell. With Hank? It's always the latter option, so it's good to be prepared. Well, maybe you over prepared a little. Just a teeny bit.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Koushi asks as he narrows his eyes.

"I'm taking precautions."

"By wearing goggles, gloves, and a floatie?" He crosses his arms over his chest and raised a brow. Okay yeah, you were definitely over prepared. Quite dramatic too, but it's Hank of all dogs. The little troublemaking corgi that'll probably somehow manage to learn to bury you alive. That Hank.

"The hazmat suit didn't come in time."

"You're bathing a dog," he says in exasperation. He thinks you're being ridiculous. When does he ever not?

"Have you ever bathed Hank?"

"...Just take off the floatie. You look stupid."

"Yeah. Hot mysterious man might see you looking stupid." You flinch when Tadashi randomly pops up from behind you. Turning to look over your shoulder, you glare at him and he snickers. Couldn't he just let that mystery man go? It's starting to make you regret telling them about him. You should've known, especially with the way they all started obsessing about people you've merely breathed around ever since the breakup with your ex.

You like to think you're over him, over that relationship. It's a nice thought to have. But that's all there is to it, just a thought. A thought that aids in trying to push down that aching.

With a sigh you slip off the floatie and step out of it. "Will you stop bringing him up? I don't even know the guy," you mutter. You were about to pick it up before a dog darts over to grab it and sprints away with it. Koushi was quick to run after it, telling the animal off all the while.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Like how you haven't seen him since you met him?"

"Yes, Tadashi. That's what I've been saying." You roll your eyes as you take off the goggles and gloves.

Tadashi stares at you for a moment. He knows you're lying, that's what he believes. Of course you're lying to them about bumping into the guy that caught Hank. You've seen him what, three days in a row after meeting? But if you were to tell any of them that, let alone all of them, they'd go crazy.

"Are you really sure you didn't see him?" Hitoka asks from behind you, causing you to flinch once again in surprise. Damn, what was up with them suddenly appearing behind you so randomly?

You groan, "I'm sure. Don't you guys have dogs to take care of?" You shoo the two away and they let out protests.

"But there's just no way you haven't bumped into him again!" Hitoka says and Tadashi vigorously nods.

They were about to argue some more. Persitant, those two were. That is until Yui walks over and they scurry away. She shakes her head, a sigh escaping past her.

"They'll do anything but work," she mumbles.

She then turns to face you with a kind smile and the slightest glint of empathy in her eyes. "It's grooming day for Hank, isn't it? You don't need any help?" she asks softly. Really, probably the best supervisor you could ever ask for.

You ponder about it for a moment. The first time you bathed Hank, you gave up halfway through and Yui had to step in to help you with the rest. The second time... You don't like to think about the second time. Especially since he'd been unusually cranky that day. From then on, you've done alright. Bathing Hank is in it's own category of dog grooming and you're practically a professional in that aspect.

"I'll be fine," you shrug. She pats your shoulder and smiles in response. She looks down at the goggles and gloves you were holding.

"What are those for?"

"Safety precautions."

Yui opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. She carefully takes them from you. She places her hand on your shoulder again, this time giving it a small squeeze. "You'll be fine," she reassures and walks off.

Yeah. You'll be fine. Everything will turn out a-okay. Speak of the devil, Hank trots up to you with a toy in his mouth. Those beady little eyes stare practically right into your soul and he tilts his head to the side. He really was such a little cutie sometimes. You coo and lean down to grab him but then he dashes away.

He's not cute anymore. Little shit. It's like he has a 6th sense that you'll be bathing him today.

He has you running in circles before Kanoka was able to pick him up when he tried to speed past her. "What're you doing, tiring the poor girl out, hm?" she says as the corgi licks her cheek. She giggles at your out-of-breath form.

"Bath time?"

"Is– Is it easy to tell?" you ask breathlessly.

"He always has you running around before he takes a bath. It's like he knows," she smiles. Oh, so it wasn't just you who thought that Hank somehow knew it was the day you'd bathe him. She hands the dog to you and he squirms in your arms. You huff and take him to the grooming area.

"It's just a little shower, okay?" you say. Hank continues to squirm, even as you set him down in the stainless steel tub he tries to jump out. You grab a hold of him earlier than he could. It's a little feeling but he's probably going to give you a hard time today. Turning on the water and grabbing the shower head, you wet his coat. When you reach over to grab the shampoo, maybe it was a bad idea to let go of him for that one second.

The corgi shakes off the water, which unfortunately gets all over you, and leaps out of the tub, scampering off through the crack of the door.

You thought you fully closed that door.

You were quick to turn off the water and chase after him. You thought you caught him when he couldn't find an escape through the entrance doors of the Bone Zone. But then Tadashi suddenly opens them and comes through after taking out the trash.

Then Hank slips through.

Tadashi watches the small corgi zoom past. He turns to you and notices your wet shirt, awkwardly averting your glower. "Tadashi," you say and he stiffens.

"Move."

"Yes ma'am."

You're going to have to catch that damn dog.. Again.

Hajime leaves his gym a little earlier than usual. Mostly because he had to head to work a little earlier than usual. His phone vibrates in his pocket. He's been ignoring that forsaken groupchat since yesterday. All those three idiots do is get unwanted answers out of him. He wonders if it counts as manipulation of the sorts.

Reluctantly, he takes out his phone from his pocket to read the time. 10:32 AM. He slips his phone back into the pocket of his shorts. He chugs the rest of his water from his bottle, making his way towards his car. In all honesty his day started out okay. His workout was okay. Everything feels fine. Yet he can't get this strange feeling out of his system. It's like an odd sense of deja vu even if nothing's happened yet.

"Hey! Watch out!"

He sees a blur of fawn and white coming right at him. Maybe it's an instinct, if he can even call it that since he's only caught the fast little thing once, but he catches the dog before it could run past him. He grimaces at the feeling of its wet coat, that wet dog smell hits him in the face too. The same corgi he's seen for the fifth time now wriggles in his hands. He holds the dog more securely in his arms even if it gets his shirt a little wet. Guess this is what caused that deja vu.

Then his eyes meet hers. Guess his hopes were lived up to. He hasn't seen her in a day yet it felt like weeks. It's like their first encounter. She jogs up to him, out of breath, a grateful smile on her face. Whenever she smiles at him he always gets a weird tingly feeling. Her shirts wet and it's especially noticeable with the way it clings onto her skin, he notes. Actually he shouldn't be noting that. It's creepy. It's also rude to stare. He's still staring anyway, it's not until she speaks up that his eyes snap back to look at her face. Even looking at her face is hard though. He can't help but notice all her pretty features.

"Hey, you! This is the second time you've caught Hank, huh? I guess I owe you double now?" she says. She takes the dog from his arms and their hands brush again just as it did at their first meeting. It's still electrifying and makes him pull back quickly.

"Yeah. Uh– Wait no, it's fine. It's fine... You don't need to give me anything at all. Nothing." He's stuttering again. He's making himself look stupid again. Will there ever be a time where he doesn't make himself look like some complete idiot in front of her? Most likely not.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be so uptight!" she playfully scolds. Hajime tenses at her words. Uptight? He's not being uptight. Why would he be uptight? There's no reason to be uptight. Him? Uptight?

...He's overthinking this.

"You're a little silly, y'know," she says with a small laugh. He made her laugh again. There's that sense of pride whirling inside him once more. He only met her last Thursday and he's already acting all giddy about every smile and giggle he can get out of her. He's a goner, he has to admit that he is. Love at first sight only exists in movies, books, TV shows, everything but reality.

Yet here he is, living proof of it. Ironic, really.

Hajime awkwardly chuckles and couldn't find a response. But she always seems to salvage the conversation. "Thank you," she pauses, "I've thanked you a lot, huh? Well, how can I not when you've helped me twice now. Er, three times technically.. If you agreeing to walk with me that time counts."

"It's no biggie. You don't have to keep thanking me," he shrugs. He thinks about his response before quickly backtracking.

"Uh. Not that I mind. It's nice to help you– Someone. It's nice to help someone."

There's that laugh, a bright smile on her face shining more so than the sun itself. His throat goes dry, starting to regret chugging all his water. It's a little weird. Meeting her just last week and already having his hands go clammy whenever she's around. Having his heart race if he stares into her eyes too much. It's weird. But.. He kind of likes it. Kind of.

"Coming from the gym again? You're really persistent! You must go everyday then? Well duh since you have a really physique. You have really nice muscles!" He can feel his cheeks heating up. Didn't she compliment his figure the other day too? She's... Extremely bold. Or she doesn't second guess her words. It makes him feel embarrassed and a little fuzzy inside.

"Were you bathing him or something?" he asks.

She nods, "Uh-huh. Sorry, did he get you wet? He got me a little wet too..." She switches the corgi in her arms to hold it with one instead of both. Then she motions to her shirt. It was dryer than it was before, thank goodness. He quickly shifts his gaze to look at the dog. The corgi's little paws were dirty.

"I'm gonna have to shower him again. Ugh, now he's stinkier than before," she grumbles, nose scrunching. He didn't even notice that he was smiling until she points it out.

"Oh! You have a nice smile. I like it." His face grows hot a second time.

"Are you hot? You're cheeks are all pink," she asks. She just had to notice the stupid blush on his face. He needed to change the topic.

"Yeah a little. Anyway, you were bathing him, right? Do you usually do stuff like that at a dog daycare?" he questions.

"Yeah! Well, kind of. We usually bathe them when their owner schedules for them to. Hank usually gets bathed around every six or seven weeks. It all really depends on the dog! You shouldn't bathe them too much though or–" She pauses and he looks at her confused.

She looks sheepish now and she holds the corgi with both her arms now, it squirms slightly before licking her chin. "Sorry. I'm rambling huh? It must be boring."

He blinks at her, "What? No. I like listening to yo– Er, to this stuff." This time, she blinks at him. Did he say something wrong? Okay, sure, he almost let it slip past that he liked listening to her. It was probably weird to hear from a guy she met last Thursday. Her short moment of silence makes him nervous.

"You're a nice guy– Uhm," she frowns. Now she's frowning right after complimenting him.

"Hey! I never actually got your name. Isn't that weird? We even took a walk together!"

Oh. His name. Right. Hajime doesn't even know her name either. "It's–" He gets cut off by an unknown male's voice, calling out to presumably her since she perks up and turns around. He looks over and sees a gray haired male who stops a few feet away from them.

"Huh? Koushi? Uhm, this is my coworker," she says and nods towards the other male. Her newly introduced coworker looks at Hajime before looking back at her, then going back and forth between looking at the two.

Her coworker looks like he would say something but she beat him to it, letting out a loud cough. "That's my sign to go. I'll get your name next time, yeah?" She waves at him, her coworker staring before she ushers him to walk.

He couldn't even spit out his name before he was interrupted. Still, she did mention a next time. So yeah, next time.

"Is that hot mysterious man?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." You couldn't believe Koushi had to have caught you and the mystery man talking. Right when he was about to tell you his name too. He has horrible timing. Well, maybe the best timing in his point of view. Since he got a glimpse of what he looked like and was full on staring. You were definitely taking too long to come back, Yui probably sent him to go out and check on you if you needed help.

"So you were lying when you said you haven't seen him since the day you met him?"

"You better not tell no one. Keep your mouth shut." Because of everyone were to know that you've been bumping into him almost 4 times in a row, all hell would break loose. They'd lose their shit.

"How many times have you seen him?" Koushi asks. You glance over at him and hold Hank a little closer to your chest. You can feel him squirming, wanting to be let down. He was definitely restless from you holding him for so long.

"...Friday, Saturday, Sunday," you mumble.

"Three times in a row? So what is this? The fifth time? That's practically fate at this point!" You purse your lips at his statement. See?

"He was cute."

"Yeah."

"So you think he's cute?"

"Why do you guys always do that?" you huff in annoyance. You both stop in front of the entrance to the Bone Zone.

"What? You don't wanna date him or something?" he asks teasingly. He was just messing around, but you still can't help the look on your face. The deadpanned expression in which he always mimics back at you.

"No, Koushi. I don't want to date him. I barely know the guy," she says with a huff.

"Are you still stuck on you know who?" You freeze at that question. You know damn well that Koushi was asking if you're still reveling over what happened with your ex. Sometimes you miss the guy. Just thew few moments where he made you feel wanted and wasn't a complete piece of shit. Were you still stuck on him? There was only one thing you can answer that with.

"I don't know," you whisper.

He gives you a soft smile, opening the door for you to enter. He places a hand on your back and gives you a small push. "C'mon. I'll help you bathe Hank."

"Ha! Like you can help with that," you snort. Hank almost jumps out of your arms but you securely hold him. Damn dog, such a cutie but such a handful. He scoffs and enters right behind you, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh? We can bet."

"25."

"Deal."

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

three musketeers miss their gym rat

yes. Kanoka physically dragged you out of the car

#strongbaddie

Hajime folding pt 22893749 (more to come next chapter)

omg ex lore but not really

still don't know each others names sad face emoji (will also happen next chapter)

koushi and you bet but the winner is obvious

can you tell the pov change with the lil dividers pls say yes

a/n chpt 5 now finished omg im so sorry for the 2+ weeks wait this should've been out ages ago but I got super busy i feel like those parents that promise their kid sumn only to never get it for them LMFAO anyway THANK U ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS WHAT i feel so famous should I do a special or sumn..... can u guys tell i lwk suck at 2nd person ugh anyway more chapters WILL be coming soon dw this isn't the only one i'll publish this week (hopefully, watch me not post until next month) i'll prob fix mistakes tmr i love u all MUAH

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[paperdice]

Um reader who is tried af but can't sleep ....with hayato suo ....fluff

𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭)

"oh mister, can you make me believe this is not a dream?."

જ⁀➴ ♡ It was rather frequent for you to have nights like these, sleepless nights where no matter how tired you are, you can't sleep. A literal nightmare to go through without needing to rest, how much longer will it take to finally shut down? Will it be longer than last time? Or will you be spared and get some Zs sooner?

જ⁀➴ ♡ This problem was no surprise to your boyfriend, you can try and hold back your "I'm so tired" complaints but he can tell your restraining the urge. He knows it's been affecting you a tad bit often as of late, so when he finally gets to the scene of the crime you trying your hardest to sleep, he helps.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Hes had a few irritating nights of his own, so he tries his techniques on you for starters, to test the waters. His first attempt was trying to drink tea before bed, the kind that makes you sleep quicker, so he pulls out a row of options that he has stocked up in preparation. As expected hes already done his research on which ones actually work and read the facts.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He'll try melatonin teas first to see if that'll knock you out, if you're already tired then it should work yes? No, if anything the aching for sleep seems to either stay the same or worsen, you say that you're too tired to tell.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Alright now there's a challenge, if that doesn't work he'll try to find something to fill your stomach. Hes heard that having a full stomach while being tired already will help, I mean it happens to everyone when they've been tired and just ate a warm meal. Though it's already late and it'll take some time to make food, it's better trying now than later, and even a few hours of sleep is better than nothing.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Usually by this time you'll feel some affect being done to you and yet when attempting to sleep again, it doesn't work. Annoyance grew and he can tell by looking at your dissatisfied face, he reassured you that you will get some rest by the end of tonight.

જ⁀➴ ♡ How about changing your sleeping position? Moving to the other side of the bed could also help, when he suggested this to you, to you it was like he was getting desperate. Why would that help when you do it all the time when you're like this? You toss and turn no matter where or how you lay down nothing works.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He agrees with you. "but this time you have me, I'll be sleeping with you tonight. maybe that'll help." He smiled so softly and unbothered by the words he struck your heart with. Man he gets you everytime when your hearts guard is down.

જ⁀➴ ♡ You agree with him. Now laying on the opposite side of the bed waiting for him to come back with more pillows. You don't know why but you get the feeling he's taking more time getting pillows than usual. If you try and get up to see what's taking so long, he'll return just in time, and give you a mocker coated smile. "Did I take that long? I'm sorry."

જ⁀➴ ♡ The final stage, the one that always works, cuddling with Suo. A thought he had in mind to help you sleep better since the very beginning, but he'd never say something so bold to you. Not now at least, if he did you'd become a blushing mess and it'll interfere with the process of helping you sleep.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He usually sleeps on his back with his hands on his chest, he never sleeps on his sides. But just for you he'll sleep on the side, hold your head on his chest, place his lips on the top of your head for easy kissing access and wrap his arms around you just the way you like it.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He would rather prefer you lay on top of him so he can still sleep on his back, but he believes it'll make you lightheaded due to your current state. He just wants to hold you close at the moment

You were so unbelievably tired, your body ached more than someone your age should be. Today had you on a time crunch and you overdid yourself, but oh was luck on your side, you couldn't sleep.

"out of all the days.. this whole week I had been just fine and yet the one day I'm tired I'm not able to sleep.." whining to yourself, right now you just got done with changing and getting comfortable. Hopping in your bed and all, just to realize the rather unpleasant familiar feeling.

Worst part was, your boyfriend was over and you just got done making a big deal about how exhausted and overstimulated you were. So when he suggested if it's alright he'll leave you be tonight, you said yes.

Great,, if you go back and tell him nevermind after the scene you made he'll give you that smile. A smile that looks friendly and kindhearted to others but you can see right through it, it's a good thing hes a gentlemen and won't push buttons things further. To you that is

"Whatever.." was what you thought while making your way towards the room he was in. "Your never gonna believe this but,, I can't sleep." When he heard your voice he faced at you with his eyes slightly widen, then smiled. But not the smile you were just thinking of a minute ago..

A genuine smile that felt like he was saying "that's okay".

"You having another one of those nights tonight huh, I feel bad for you, after all you were exhausted."

Nevermind. Smartass felt like pushing buttons.

"yeah yeah I get it" sighing at being both wrong and right of what you were previously thinking, "could you please help me sleep I really don't wanna deal with this alone again.."

Suo hums at your request, giving it some thought.

"How bad would you say it feels? Would just cuddling with you help enough?"

"I dunno,, we can try.."

Now here you were, laying on top of Suo holding him like a koala. Arms wrapped around his body, head placed between his neck and shoulder and legs caging his own. His arms were holding you, one hand wrapped around your body and the other on your head, your body slumped on top of his.

Unfortunately, you didn't feel as if this was gonna work. You felt just as awake as when you walked into the house, this realization had you huffing through your nose. "How was your day?"

".. it was way too much, I honestly didn't expect it since this week was chill." 'I thought we were trying to help me sleep, talking isn't going to help' "tell me about it, how was this day the most tiring than the rest of the week?" Internally questioning his actions, you told him everything.

Monday to friday, thoughts and feelings about events that occurred, new faces you met and other stories you remembered mid way through. Suo was brushing your hair as you spoke, commenting and responding to your words. Pouring expressions into the info you were dumping on him.

"..mmhaannd yeah,, pretty much I was trying to, you know- at least help her-" your sentence was interrupted by a yawn. "Hhaa-hum- hhelp her understand how to do things.." speaking was getting a bit harder now, words were sloppier and felt more droopy.

"Did she get a hang of it? I'm sure your effort in helping her made her grateful." He added, his voice sounded so calming. And yet he still sounded interested.

You always loved the shared warmth you and your boyfriend made together when curled up like this. It always made you melt feeling him this way, just the two of you, where no one could intervene. And his soothing voice helped your mind slowly shut down, a feeling like no other.

"Mhhmm.." Fighting the urge to just lay there silently breathing was getting tougher, by now your eyes have already been closed.

"You tired?"

"..Mmm.."

"Thats good to hear, goodnight.."

thanks for the request anon! Ive been working on a load of requests and double checking them like crazy, when I saw this one I knew it would run smoothly. And I was right! you asked at the perfect timing, come back again if you're thinking of rolling again!

[oh-no-its-bird]

This comment on the recent One Step Three Steps chapter possessed me and I ended up doodling Ichigo in one of those cute bo-peep dresses

This whole thing is made cuter by the fact that Ichigo's mother, Keiko, is in fact one of the clans sheep headers.

I am obsessed w the idea of the Hatake having sheep. I need it in my life. The Hatake wolves and their little known sheep,,, They are quite possibly the best protected sheep in all of the elemental nations, constantly surrounded by wolves (some summons, some normal wolves) who know to keep them safe

I can feel myself starting to itch with the urge for a Hatake lore dump so actually, that is what we are doing now. Sorry not sorry, I have too many thoughts and opinions to not take this opportunity to ramble now that I've found myself here

In the warring states, the Hatake were farmers-- they interacted with other clans very little because in general, everything they needed, they made or grew for themselves, Including wool products.

They would collect the wool in the summer, spend spring and fall preparing it to spin-- cleaning it, sorting it, dying it, etc. Then in winter, when there was little work to do compared to the rest of the year, they'd begin to weave. Blankets, tapestries, clothes, etc.

The wool is distributed among those who wish to weave based on a mix of merit and favor. The Hatake themselves are a very communal bunch, sharing pretty much all of their tools and resources, and their small size only makes them closer.

So, when it's time to hand out wool, the finer wool goes to those with the skill to make something truly great out of it. Then the slightly less as good wool goes to the next in line, and so on.

There's a whole weaving hierarchy within the clan, with some doing it just for fun and to kill time (and thus being given the more bottom of the barrel yarn) while others spend all year planning to make things intending to sell for the clan to earn coin (and then those people are given the better quality yarn)

I'm actually going to expose myself here, take something I wrote for a possible far in the future Here Before and After Me chapter, from what is supposed to be the Hatake's introduction:

Instead, Haruka was busy poking through the thick blankets presented to her. Piled up high on a wheelbarrow, the labor of love of so many hands over the winter. "Hoo, the weaving this year really is spectacular. I'm almost tempted to say we shouldn't sell them." She ran her hand across the thick pelt of a blanket lined with rabbit fur. Keiko's work, she recognized instantly. 'Good shit,' as the kids say. Besides her, Tetsuo, her young chosen heir, pet a blue and brown quilt thoughtfully.   "They could make for an impressive gift, if we're ever in the position to have to give one." "As good an excuse as any to keep one or three." Haruka chuckled, picking a more intricate blanket out of the pile and holding it up to admire its pattern.

^ When winter is done, everyone who made something will donate at least one thing they've made to an overall collection, which is then sorted through and (usually) sold.

(With occasional exceptions to save more impressive works to keep as a clan treasure, or future gift or bribe if they need one)

He sorted through them, trying to separate by quality and method of craft. But, seeing as they all shared space on the same wheelbarrow, there was really only so much separation he could do. "Ugh, Tsuki." Tetsuo cursed under his breath, picking out a tapestry carefully embroidered with near hypnotic spirals that seemed to go on forever. "We can't sell this, it'll end up cursing someone." He tossed the supposedly cursed tapestry over a shoulder, burrowing through more thick sheets before he paused. A disgruntled expression passed over his face as he plucked out an already tattered blanket, more bundle of half-burnt rope loosely woven together than anything. "Who let Sora donate to the pile again? She was supposed to be banned, after last year's disaster." When he examined it closer, it seemed like it was made only from scraps of the thick wool they'd spun specifically for their winter weaving. At least no one had given her anything valuable to destroy then. It joined the spiral tapestry slung across his shoulder. "Daisuke, at least, as good as always." He noted, picking up a thick weave of color. Seeing how brightly colored this year's project was, suddenly he understood why the man's hands had been dyed so thoroughly for most of the winter months. Although... Tetsuo brought the blanket up to sniff and then made a face. "Ugh, we'll need to wash out the tobacco smell. His nose really must be failing him, to have left it this strong."

^ quality will vary, and so you'll also have different works that get disqualified from being sold. (And, inevitably, some people who have been told to stop putting their disaster creations into the pile.)

The Hatake's weaving being really high regarded and high quality,,,, them doing something to the wool when they treat it that makes it extra good,,, I need it,,

Anyways, just. The Hatake and their sheep. I need it. There's so much potential there, like. From aesthetics to references of the relationships between sheep and wolves, and beyond.

I love it !!! Give those wolf people some sheep to protect.

[saurongorthaur9]

Right now, I'm decently sure that Galadriel is somehow going to succumb to Sauron's temptation at the end of Season 2.

I've been listening to the Season 2 track on repeat for pretty much the last 24 hours (and loving it) and the Last Temptation track has me thinking thoughts.

First, we know that there is going to be a confrontation between Galadriel and Sauron in the S2 finale, and Charlie has indicated in interviews that Sauron still thinks he can win Galadriel over and he hasn't given up on pitching his King and Queen idea to her. So, there's definitely going to be some sort of Temptation 2.0.

Second, I think whatever Galadriel is going to face is going to be ten times harder for her to resist than the S1 finale. I think this for two reasons. Firstly, in S1, Galadriel in a way had surprise and rage on her side. The fresh feeling of betrayal, the horror of the realization of what she's done, and her long-festering pure hatred for Sauron were all present and, in a way, I think made it easier for her to turn him down in the moment (though I still think she was tempted). This season however, she's going to have the entire season to marinate in all her feelings and the memories of how Halbrand made her feel seen and appreciated and her connection with him. She's going to have the whole season to miss it (and him) and yearn for it (and him).

The other reason is that Sauron will have more time to prepare to make his pitch Even Better. It's very obvious that he had already been planning his S1 finale pitch to her as Halbrand, but I think she figured him out sooner than he'd planned, and while he went along with it, he wasn't as prepared as he could have been. This time, however, he's going to have more time to prepare and he's seen what DIDN'T work already, so he can try a pitch that is more crafted to Galadriel's weaknesses. We also know there is going to be something going on all season with their psychic connection, so he's also had all season to play with her mind before their final confrontation assumedly.

So, from a character and plot standpoint, I think Galadriel is going to face something a lot harder for her to resist.

Now, from a narrative standpoint, I think it makes a ton of sense for the plot and for Galadriel's character arc and the structure of a TV show for Galadriel to succumb to Sauron's temptation (though I'm not sure what that will look like).

If they do go that route, I'm sure it's something all the lore purists will froth and foam over, but it just makes so much sense for the story that ROP is telling, particularly with Galadriel. From a storytelling perspective, it doesn't make sense to show a replay of the scene from the S1 finale. We've already seen her resist him, so it makes sense that if we get a similar scene in this season, it'll have a different outcome that shows us new aspects of the characters.

They've told us that Galadriel and Sauron's relationship and connection will remain central to the entire show for all five seasons. If that's the case, it wouldn't make sense for them to place the highest note of their relationship at the end of S1 and to merely show Galadriel rejecting him in various ways throughout the rest of the series. There's the challenge of finding new ways to explore different aspects of the characters, and having Galadriel resist in S1 only to succumb in S2 and then come back from it in S3-5 would be very narratively pleasing. Static characters aren't interesting to watch, especially over the course of a TV series, while characters who have rises and falls are much more riveting. Now, I do think there are other ways they could accomplish it, but having Galadriel fall would be a big, big way to do it.

They've also been pitching S2 as "the villain season." It's about the villains and about the darkness in each of the characters. We're going to be watching the fall of Celebrimbor and the fall of Eregion at the very least. We are most likely going to start seeing the fall of Numenor and Khazad-dum as well. It would be deeply thematically satisfying for the season to end on the note of our main heroine also falling and succumbing to the darkness that we've been watching creep over and consume everything else in Middle-earth.

Finally, it makes sense for the story they seem to be telling with Galadriel. We're seeing her growth from an ambitious, revenge-driven, impetuous warrior to become the wise, powerful, but also kinda scary elf sorceress and queen from LOTR. Given that arc and the darkness we've already gotten hints about in Galadriel, it makes sense for her arc for her to get a tiny taste of what falling would mean for both her and for everyone she loves. I could absolutely see her succumbing to her own darkness and accepting Sauron's temptation only to see the ramifications and pull away as a wiser person who carries the grief and burden of knowing what darkness does to her. I could see it fitting with that intangible grief and pain that Galadriel seems to carry in LOTR. And I think a part of her could like how she feels after succumbing to Sauron, and that feeling is something she would carry on, even after she ultimately rejects her darkness and Sauron. It would fit well with that incredible yearning and desire that we see in Galadriel when Frodo offers her the Ring years and years later, because she knows how good it feels, but ultimately she also knows the ruin it would bring because she's seen a glimpse of it.

Anyway, I'm prepared to be wrong, but right now, I'm really thinking this is the direction Season 2 is going to go (and maybe hoping just a little because it would be horrifying and gut-wrenching and amazing and awesome).

[prapaiwife]

Pavel's long message on Twitter for his award yesterday! It's worth the read he's so grateful for everything, and everyone is just so happy for him🥺

Today, boy naret prompaopun has done it successfully na my cat army. i never thought, not even a single bit, that i'd get this popular series actor award 🥹 and in addition pitbabe also got series of the year in the same day 😭 all the tiredness from everything we've done is gone now... ytd when i went to the event, i didn't think i'd get the award, tbh i did prepare a speech for the pitbabe award just in case, but my individual award? i really didn't prepare. i've been seeing you all inviting each other to vote all this while, and i've been seeing the numbers every day ... and every candidate was so superb 😨 and the night before the event i saw, and i thought i'd probably not get it already... so i didn't prepare but all of you surprised me alot, the staff told me after that the votes dropped alot :( i can tell you that i was shocked when the mc said my name into the mic .. at that time, there were a lot of emotions in my head, i was happy, excited, proud of all of you, and scared about what to say... Thus, i want to type it out now bc i won't be able to finish saying all of this...

i want to say that i love you alot pavel's kittens, all of you changed me alot, gave me the courage to do things and believe in myself and gave me the courage to love.... i want to thank you all for having my back from the start, some of you even before pitbabe staying with me for over 5 years .... no matter how long has passed, all of you are my top priority in life. very soon it'll be 1st anniversary of pitbabe the series, i wanna tell you all that i'm very happy and i try my best to make everyone happy. i want us to love each other and in times where we have problems arise that make us uncomfortable, i want us to love each other for a long time na. sometimes people will say that i don't care or something like that... but please dont think that way, i love everyone very much and i want to give happiness to everyone ❤️ no matter if you come to find me at events or support me from home, sometimes i can't do everything for everyone cuz there's too many people :( i want everyone to know that i love you na ❤️ all of you probably know right? that i do my best to produce good work for you all, non-stop and without backing out, i'll do it well whilst being happy and not stressed na ❤️ love you na please stay together like this for a long time na i'll be your strong meow dad and sulky mu na my cat army. no matter what the future will be like, i'll focus on doing my best in the present and i won't make my cat army disappointed na ❤️

Like I have said before,

Live,

Develops,

Enjoy.

PitBabe has ended, but the legacy stays.

But the new legacy will be born, soon.

Stay with me till you can. I’ll continue enjoying my life with you all.

Mumma, I fcking made it.

[certifiedsexed]

hey so i am a Rambler so i'm going to elaborate on why i'm asking but, what would you say is the adequate age to have partnered sex with someone of your age you're in a serious relationship with and trust very much?

i'm going to try to like, tldr it a Lot but basically my girlfriend and i have been dating for nearly 7 months (anniversary tomorrow! let's go), she currently lives to the city next to mine (like, 50 minutes away or so?) and while we've seen each other a good few times and our parents are friends with each other she's recently told me that her and her family is moving to my city, and fortunately actually pretty close to my house too (yay!). we're very good with communication (at least i think so 😭) so we've talked a bit about sexuality-related stuff and we both agree we'd like to try something like that when we both live near each other. both of our families are very sex positive and open about letting us do our thing if it's in private and we do research first but then my doubting comes in because what if we're like... not prepared enough? or not mature enough? though i don't actually know what exactly i think could happen (i think it's generally "what if we're not mature enough to consent" or "what if we get hurt somehow" but mostly it's just a strong Anxiety about, if i may say, fucking it up) i don't want any of us to be like, affected in any way because of that so i'm a little scared LOL. you're the best resource i have for this that isn't my parents (thought that'd be an awkward conversation) so i thought i'd try to ask you about it! :0

also since i just realized i didn't even specify on this at the start (😭), i am 13 and she's 14 with only a few months of difference, tho i'm pretty sure that when she moves here it'll be after my 14th birthday? (we are also both afab, i assume that doesn't really matter but just in case you wanna give any specific advice?)

thank you SO SO much in advance just typing this out has eased my thoughts a little bit

Hi! I'm a fellow rambler, so welcome. ^_^

My simple answer? There is no specific "age" that is "adequate" for you to have sex. There's also no specific age as a child where you "can't" consent to having sex with someone in your age-range.

If you both want to have sex and decide to have sex, that's great! That's an adequate time to have sex!

If you're not prepared enough, let me tell you what happens: you stop and you talk about it.

It sounds like y'all are doing well and there's no reason for your communication to suddenly die the moment sex becomes part of the equation.

If y'all can talk about having sex, then you can try to have sex and talk about it as you try. Not being prepared enough does not have to be a nightmare situation, Anon.

Realizing "oh hey I don't know how to do this" can be fixed simply by saying that to your girl and asking, "Do you know? Should we do some research?"

It's not a failure and its perfectly okay to realize you don't know what you're doing! You haven't done this before! In fact, your girlfriend might not be prepared and not know what she's doing! In that situation, you should be kind and explain if you know or say, "Let's do some research" if not.

If she wouldn't respond in a similar manner or would be mean about it, then that's a sign not to be having sex with her and that y'all need to have a conversation about respect. Still not a failure on your part.

As for maturity…Maturity is such a bullshit line to draw in the sand, Anon.

There's no specific "maturity level" you have to reach to have sex. If you guys try to have sex and suddenly stop communicating, or don't know what you're doing and just get mad at each other, that would be an issue but its literally just a communication issue, there's no actual "maturity" level you need to reach.

If you get hurt somehow, y'all are actually in a great space for that to happen! You have supportive parents, you have a girlfriend who communicates with you! It sounds like y'all will be okay even if you DO get hurt. That's actually great.

Much like fucking up, its possible but it doesn't have to be a nightmare situation or a relationship end. It's okay. People make mistakes, it happens. Sometimes that actually makes it better and/or more memorable.

Just keep communication in mind. If you decide on having sex, talk to your girlfriend about your worries! Let her know you're scared of fucking up. She might be too and that's a good conversation to have!

So is asking her if she has any boundaries or anything specific she does or does not want to try! This is a great chance to improve y'alls communication skills, frankly.

Certain websites [like Scarleteen or even Teen Vogue] have good information if you're trying to do research on sex, just for a starter. Also HUGE congrats on that anniversary. <3

I'm not sure how much this helps but let me know if you have any other questions, Anon. Wishing y'all luck. <333