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7ndipity · 2 days ago

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Them With A Plus-Size Partner

Ot7 x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What the members would be like with a plus-sized partner

Warnings: mentions of body image issues and fatphobia (I tried to keep it light tho), slightly suggestive, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to my darling @bethanysnow for this request. This is something I’ve actually wanted to write for a while but for some reason hadn’t gotten around to. It’s essentially just more dating headcanons but with a focus on plus sized partners bc we need more representation in the fandom dammit!

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Jin:

He’s said in the past that his ideal s/o was someone on the chubbier side, but I honestly think he might struggle a bit with what all that actually entails? Not that he’s shallow or anything, but with the Korean beauty standard as harsh as it is, I think he would be confronted with a fair bit of internal stuff he needs to address.

He would absolutely adore you, though. I see him becoming friends first, just based on his personality, instantly becoming each other's comfort person, but I also think it takes him a while to fully trust and let himself be open with someone. He tends to internalize a lot in favor of keeping things light and unserious, so if he allows himself to be vulnerable with you, you’re a member of one of the most elite clubs ever.

I know a lot people think he would maybe have quite a bit of ��culture shock’, for lack of a better term, when it comes to things like the treatment of plus sized people, but as we’ve seen on his more recent solo content, he’s a lot more observant than we realize. Not to say there won’t be moments where he’s caught off guard or misses something passive aggressive, but I think he’s a lot better at navigating those situations than we’d expect.

Like, we’ve seen how he handles a lot social conventions and pressures, he very polite but genually dosen’t give a fuck. He’s really good at casually reassuring and defending you(like when he shut down the guy on run!Seokjin who was teasing his co-host). He knows what it's like to be judged only by how you look, and so I could see him being pretty defensive/protective over you at times because of that.

Would be the type to discreetly have clothes at his place that would fit you and waits to bring them out when the opportunity presents, like “oh you’re cold? Here, have this sweater!”

If topics like diets and weight loss make you uncomfortable, he would be very diligent about changing the topic, regardless of who was around. Your comfort is always his top priority no matter what.

He would love date nights in together where you can cook together. Even if you’re not into cooking necessarily, he’ll happily turn it into your own personal cooking show,(he would totally have one of those ‘kiss the chef’ aprons)

He’s surprisingly touchy-feely with you. Like it’s not even in a sexual sense, he just takes a great deal of comfort in feeling you in his hands. Love love loves laying on you, you’re his new favorite pillow, and he loves having you lay on him as well. He won’t hear of you trying to argue and say you’re too heavy, he thinks you’re perfect and he wants you on him at every possible opportunity.

Yoongi:

It’s well known that Yoongi’s very introspective and understanding. He’s the type of person where body size either doesn’t even cross his mind or he’s very conscious of it.

Not in a bad way, though. It’s moreso in the sense of yeah, he’s aware you’re bigger, but it’s usually just a simple detail about you like your hair or eye color. But if you’re having a bad body image day or someone’s trying to give you shit, he’s all over it before you can even blink, hyping you up and shutting down any negative comments.

On a more intimate one-on-one level, this mf doesn't give a single fuck about how you look. You could be dressed to the nines or vegged out in sweats on the couch and he would still be swooning over you

He loves how soft and squishy you are? Like we’re talking peak cat behavior with him laying on you, doing the squishy paw move as he buries his face in your chest. You’re basically his favorite napping spot and stim toy

Always encourages you to eat well and not waste a thought on diets. You’ll come home after a shitty day and your favorite food/dessert will just be waiting in the fridge for you. He’ll play it off though if you ask him.

“What’s this?”

“It was on sale at the store,” He replies, barely looking up from his phone. “Why? Do you not like that one anymore?”

“No, I do-”

“Good.”

And that’s it, no questions, no admitting he went to three different stores to find it, just his secret little grin when he sees how happy it made you.

If you’re feeling bad about yourself, he always addresses it very quickly and simply, not wanting to dignify them much by giving them more of your time than absolutely necessary. Just "That's bullshit. I think the real issue we need to worry about is your eyesight, because if you think you’re anything other gorgeous, we need to get you some fucking glasses.” And that would be it, he’d give you a kiss on the head and walk away.

If it was really serious tho, he would listen and try to help and comfort you. He knows he's not gonna change how you feel with some grand gesture, it takes slow, consistent work, and he's committed to being there with you every step of the way reminding you how much he loves you.

He would 100% make sure that there are clothes you can wear in his closet but will never say anything about it.

I imagine him being very clingy in the mornings, arm looped around your waist keeping you close. If you try to get up, he’ll yank you back into the bed, half-laying on top of you now like a stubborn cat, face buried in your chest as he grumbles about it being too early and you ‘can’t leave him here like this’(this being alone in bed).

Hobi:

As soon as he laid eyes on you, he was smitten. Everything about you just drew him in. Your eyes, your smile, your curves. God he bet you look beautiful when you danced…

Cut to Jimin smacking his arm to snap him back to reality and him immediately coming over to introduce himself.

There would be no friends first phase this time with Hobi, or if there is, it’s extremely brief because he genuinely can’t keep a secret worth shit, especially not when it involves how head over heels he is for you. Like, even he doesn’t fully understand it, you’re like his muse or something(Mona Lisa starts playing lol)

All that aside tho, I think he would have the most like random(?) hurdles to get over in regard to dating someone bigger? Not that he’s oblivious or anything, but I think growing up with the Korean beauty standard being drilled into their heads so much, he’s gonna have some slightly skewed perceptions and ideas about bigger bodies that he’d have to unlearn in order for the relationship to grow properly.

Like, there are just so many little things that affect bigger bodies that some people don’t seem to realize, like even something as simple as whether or not the chairs at a restaurant have arms, or if a shop has really narrow pathways can affect whether we can navigate those places or feel comfortable? Once he becomes aware of those things tho, he’s watching for them everywhere.

Is appalled at how restricted and isolated plus size fashion is. Like excuse the fuck outta you, his baby will be wearing whatever designer brand they want, even if he has to threaten a few of his brand deals to get his way(lowkey mafia au Hoseok right here, just saying)

I think the main place he might struggle would be if you had trouble with keeping up with his lifestyle. Like he’s constantly on the move, going to events, working on new projects, touring. It’s hard for even the fittest person to keep up with, let alone if you have mobility issues or get tired more easily. It might take some work to figure out the balance between the two of you, but it honestly helps him remember to breathe? Like it’s okay to not go at breakneck speed through everything,

Is your biggest hype man ever tho, always gushing over how gorgeous you look and how lucky he feels to have you in his life.

Gives you soo many happy squishy hugs. He’s such cuddly softie and you’re literally the perfect hug shape in his opinion, so you’re getting cuddled, snuggled, and squeezed at every opportunity

Namjoon:

Man has written too many lines about bigger/thicker partners in his songs for him not to be into plus sized partners, alright? Like the proof is literally there in black and white.

He’s definitely the type to be friends first, not for lack of interest in you, but because of his own hesitancies and trust issues. He’s had his trust betrayed enough in the past that he tends to keep people at arms length at first till he knows that he’s safe with them.

Once you’re together though, the man is obsessed with you. Like his hands are constantly resting or holding onto your hips and thighs or caressing the sides of your waist. Like for someone who’s claimed to not be very into skinship, he’s very into it with you.

It’s no secret that this dude is BUILT, okay? Like those arms are made for lifting and manhandling you about. And he loves that with a bigger partner he doesn’t have to be worried about breaking you. Goodness knows one good spank from him would probably send a person flying across the room if they don't have some sort of padding.

On a more innocent level though, he’s also very soft with you. You regularly end up staying up half the night talking about thoughts and feelings that you don’t usually feel safe or comfortable sharing with anyone else. He values intellectual intimacy even more than physical intimacy.

I really see him dating someone in the arts, but maybe not necessarily in the music industry. He would enjoy a slight level of separation between your two worlds. Like if you’re an artist, one of the things he loves about going to events to support you is how in your spaces he’s “Y/n’s boyfriend”. Not RM, not BTS, just Namjoon. Your Namjoon.

I also think despite how observant and in tune he thinks he is, he would still catch himself falling for and having to unlearn certain fat stereotypes. Just like “My being fat does not inherently mean that I can cook.” “Right, sorry…”

Honestly I think he’s the most casual with his partner? Like he will accidentally call your bro or dude(or not accidentally, if you’re cool with it). There will be moments where he needs to talk about something and he'll just be like “Can I have a bro moment?” “Sure, *makes show of dabbing him up* whatcha need?”

He’s also soo fucking protective of you though, like he will not tolerate anyone even looking at you the wrong way. If you’re having a tough day or not feeling your best, he will do everything in his power to make you feel better, or at least make sure you know that he’s there for you.

Jimin:

Tbh, I think out of everyone, Chim would struggle the most with dating a bigger person. And most of it is because of his own internal complexes.

Like he grew up doing a lot of martial arts and dance where there is such a focus on what your body can do and how it looks. That combined with how he’s been critiqued in the past for looking ‘chubby’(which is such bullshit, but anyone who has rounder features is labeled that way regardless of their actual weight bc people are dumb) it’s made him think far more critically and not constructively about body.

Despite his own issues, he has a very soft image about what he sees as beauty. One of my favorite clips is him telling Joon about how he saw this elderly couple and how their soft, caring manner for each other really resonated with something in his heart, and I think he really wants that for him and his partner as well. He wants a love that is gentle like that, where you are each other’s safe landing point.

Which is why I think that he would date a teddy bear. Like I’m picturing soft, kinda nerdy science teacher/librarian vibes(totally not leaning into his kindergarten teacher vibes lol). He’s drawn to your cozy aura, and loves how comfortable and safe you make him feel. Lowkey think it plays a little bit into a noona thing? But that’s a topic for another day lol.

Y’all definitely have the whiny boyfriend - calming partner vibe(I just picture that meme of Grizzy from we bear bears crushing NomNoms to his chest lol)

He’s lowkey soo protective of you tho? Like he knows that you can technically take care of yourself, but if you’re ever feeling uncomfortable, or if someone is treating you poorly, he’s stepping in and quietly, but effectively, shutting it down.

He borders on overprotecting you sometimes, though. Like how he doesn’t like anyone talking about dieting of things like that around you, because he’s aware of how toxic these cultures can be and how easily they can get under your skin, so he doesn’t want to even give them the chance. Doesn’t matter how many times you tell him you’re okay, he still worries and watches out for you everywhere you go.

He loves how casually intimate the two of you are. He’s always touching and caressing your hips or waist or arms, and is soo happy if you’re the same with him. Similar to Jin, there’s nothing even sexual about his touches(most of the time) he just loves feeling you close, each little touch is like a silent message between the two of you like “I see you, I love you”

Taehyung:

I totally see Tae dating a muscle mommy, bc he is baby. Like if you can carry him? Ooooh he’s gonna koala you soo fucking hard, lol. Loves being wrapped up in your arms more than almost anything else in the world.

He doesn’t really pay too much mind to your size honestly? At least on a surface level. He falls in love with your energy and personality first and then your body. Which yeah sounds cliche and a little frustrating honestly, but that’s just how he works. It might take him a while to realize that comparing you to statues and paintings from the renaissance doesn’t quite answer your question of if he finds you hot, but he catches on eventually.

He’s kinda obsessed with you tho honestly, he’s always touching and cuddling you, nuzzling into your chest or tummy, and leaving little kisses on any bare skin he happens across.

Gives extra love to the places he notices you’re more self-conscious about, tracing over your stretch marks or caressing your rolls with an almost reverent tenderness.

Being with him is just so domestic tho? Like he is just this big ol' teddy bear(especially now that he’s bulked up from the military). He brings you flowers all the time, takes you out for brunch dates every weekend, buys y’all matching pajamas, etc

Loves how you take care of him, whether it’s making him dinner or just holding him when he’s feeling down. He feels soo safe and protected in your arms.

He really loves it though when you’re open and vulnerable with him. Being plus size, you tend to develop a thick skin to protect yourself because people, and society at large, can be ridiculously cruel. And so it’s a little harder to let people in sometimes. But with Tae, he wants nothing more than to be your soft safe place where you don’t have to pretend. It doesn’t matter what’s bothering you, he’s always ready and waiting with a hug no matter what, and it makes his heart swell with so much pride and love when you let be there for you.

So soft and encouraging. He’s always doing cute little gestures to cheer you up, like the ‘when life gives tangerines’ pose thing. Anything he can do to get a smile out of you is worth it.

Jungkook:

I honestly think he would be in denial that he likes you at first? Not because of your size, he’s like this with everyone he likes. Like he flirts with you constantly, teases you, even engages a lot of casual skinship, but he always holds off on calling it anything more than friendship. He’s just afraid of commiting and then fucking things up, so he thinks it’s better to stay as just friends, until you finally corner him and get him to fess up.

I feel like he thinks he’s above having any sort of toxic perceptions of bigger bodies, until you call him out one day for some offhand joke or comment that he made. He may not have meant anything by it, just trying to tease you like he does his other friends, but once you explain how those comments come across and how they’ve been weaponized, he’s horrified and begging forgiveness.

But once you get through those early rough patches, you have the biggest dork and hype man on your hands.

Quietly squeals and does lil happy hands every now and then because he randomly remembers like “omg, I'm dating this person!!”

Quietly supports everything you do. Like, he’ll hide outside the door when he hears you singing, having his own mini hype party for you, bc he knows if he comes in, you’ll get shy and stop.

He dotes on you all the time and is soo fucking touchy. He loves just laying on you, squishing your face in his hands and kissing you whenever you start to complain. He can’t help it, you’re just so soft and warm, he’s practically addicted to touching you.

He would work really hard to better educate himself about that actual science and facts about plus size bodies, and to try and be more in tune with your needs and any subjects that are particularly sensitive for you.

But also, everybody know that boy is soo fucking strong. Like he we’ve seen how much time he spends training and building up his body, he would love being able to show off to you by picking you up and manhandling you just a little bit(or a lotta bit, hehe)

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munsonify · 2 days ago

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sunsets and silence

pairing . bob reynolds x reader

summary . you decide to join bob in admiring the sunset one night

content warnings . so much fluff, a quick mention of combat fighting and death (no detail, literally one sentence), like two sentences of dialogue, no established romantic relationship, mutual pining, hand holding

word count . 958

a/n . writing for bob again cause i need this idea out of my mind its consuming me. also not proofread my bad bro

requests are open!

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an arrangement of pinks and oranges casted against pale blue, painting the new york skyline in a way bob still hasn’t quite gotten over. even past the greyish pollution, the colors of the sky were alluring. new york sunsets weren’t quite the same as the ones in florida - gorgeous and sharp as they reflect off of the rippled ocean shores - though the ones he’s admired since living here are strong competitors. he could stare at the colors for hours. orange is his favorite color.

the book bob had been reading merely 20 minutes ago was forgotten in his lap, bookmarked and closed the moment the natural light began to dim to daze out the large windows in front of him. he didn’t bother to turn the small lamp on beside him just yet. he still had a while until the sun fully set.

he was so content and immersed in such a simple activity he almost didn’t notice someone had joined him. still, bobs heart nearly jolted out of his chest when he realized the persons presence, peering over his shoulder quickly to see who it was. there was a downside to living with people who fight and kill and defend for a living. they were quiet, even if they didn’t mean to.

that especially applies to you. trained in stealth and combat, walking undetected was like second nature to you. unless you were intentionally sneaking around, you never quite realized just how silent you roamed around. no matter how many times you’ve accidentally scared the living daylights out of bob, it still sometimes startled the man.

the soft smile you give him makes up for the way his heartbeat was racing. you were always so kind to bob. sometimes it was simple gestures like including him in conversations with the team, other times it was giving him advice he accepted with open arms. you never pry anything out of the man, either. you always listened patiently when he had something to say, and you never made a big deal out of any of it. that’s why he liked opening up to you, there was no pressure on him.

“it’s pretty tonight,” you spoke softly, eyes drifting from the man to the slowly fading sunset in front of you. he let his gaze follow yours out to it, the sides of his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“isn’t it?” bob agreed, eyes shimmering as he scans the tops of the buildings. the sky was a slightly darker blue now, stars perching upon the pastels that were slowly inching their way down the horizon.

you slipped your way around the loveseat he was sat on, gently settling down in the empty space beside him. bob let himself do the same, his once stiff shoulders slouching as he leaned up against the comfortable cushions. he was quick to offer up the other end of his blanket, a small act that made the tips of your ears burn hotly. the heat of your skin only grew when you accepted the blanket, sliding over just enough for your arms to graze each other, thighs placed side by side. his touch always set your skin ablaze, no matter how little.

bob smelled nice. a soft woodsy vanilla scent always seemed to radiate off of him, mixing with something that was uniquely him. it was comforting to you, welcoming you in with open arms. so was his presence. during nights like these, calm and peaceful and quiet, you loved spending time with him. there was no expectation to speak. you could just sit and enjoy his company.

you hadn’t quite realized you’d zoned out until you felt bobs knuckles gently grazing against the back of your hand. it didn’t startle you, only stealing your attention away from your thoughts for a moment. his hand’s a little shaky, whether from nervousness or the brisk air in the tower you weren’t sure. either way, it shook a little as his fingers found their way to yours, entangling together in a gentle hold. this was new.

your skin tingled, goosebumps sprouting on your arm at the feeling of his hand in yours. heat spread through the rest of your ears and down your neck, breath hitching in a way bob might’ve been able to hear. you recoiled to yourself, expecting him to pull away, only to relax back down again when he stayed right where he was.

bob was just as flustered, you were just too caught up in your own little world to catch it. his heart was hammering inside of his chest again, his cheeks a rosy pink you usually loved to admire. it took the man a week to work himself up to such a small act of affection. he wrestled with himself in his mind for a while. now, even with how nervous he was, bob realized it was a little silly to contemplate as much as he had. you never pulled away from him or his touch.

content, bob let himself relax next to you completely, a shaky breath exhaling from his mouth, steadying to a normal pattern for the first time since you had joined him. he let himself enjoy your company the same way you were enjoying his.

one of these days, he’d finally get the confidence to tell you just how much more beautiful you were than the sunsets he loved to watch.

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the-bloody-ruby · 2 days ago

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Yan!Baldwin IV X Reincarnation!Reader

✎Summary✐ you got reincarnated as Baldwin's wife.

⚠Warnings⚠ historically inaccurate mentions of death, guy of lusignan, racism?(I don't if it counts as racism btw it has nothing to do with skin color).

✎Note✐ reader is a female in this. Author hates this but decided to post it anyway. This is not the actual historical figure but the figure from KoH movie.

✎Tags✐ @jsprien213

✎Part 2✐

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You don't understand how it happened.

How did you end up in Jerusalem?. It's Not our modern day Jerusalem, it's 1181 AD.

From what you understood, you are during the anjou household reign of Jerusalem, most likely during king Baldwin IV time due to Saladin's name being mentioned so it must be around that time. But that's just a guess, if it is true then The king must be about 19 at this point.

When you first opened your eyes you found yourself laying on an a soft mattress, According to who they seemed to be maids, you had fainted while walking through the garden. You do have some blur memories of walking through a grand garden even though you know for sure that you did not walk through such garden ever in your life.

the last thing you remember, that you know that you actually did, that you went to sleep on your bed in your home, that's it. You didn't die while sleeping, did you?.

maybe you somehow took someone's else life, a someone from history none the less. It may sound bazaar but it's the only logical explanation in this unlogical situation.

While you were dozing off, trying to think of a solution to this disaster, The door was pushed wide open. a woman with fine clothing and jewelry enters with servants following her in. "I see you have finally decided to wake up." Her tone was sharp so was her glare.

You stared back at her, not with the same coldness but with confusion. "Who are you..?" You do know that she has to be a noble due to her clothing, but which noble? And why did she visit you? Why is her tone was as if you two know each other?.

She scoffed "It seems like the maids were right, It seems like you actually went mad this time." 'This bitch-' you thought to yourself, you can only say such things in your mind because you don't want to insult someone who might has the power to execute you on the spot. "Who are you?." You ask again, this time with determination.

"Sibylla of Jerusalem." You face went pale, you thought knowing her identify would make you understand the situation better but it only confused you more, why would she visit you?.

You look away, you feel like you're gonna faint again. "Tsk.. Pathetic.." She mumbles as you grip on the bedsheets, she grabs your chin and makes you look directly to blue eyes. "Hold yourself better, you are no common girl, remember that you are queen of Jerusalem, wife to my brother, you are y/n of Jerusalem.. Even if I don't deem you worth of such honour yet here we are.."

You are not sure if she wanted to scold you or mock you, either way her words hurt you even though you don't know why, it just stungs.

"We're having dinner this evening, you should be fine by then." She stated as she turned her to leave. you wanted to protest, you are in no condition to join a stupid dinner. "But-" "absence is unacceptable." she cuts you, she doesn't even bother to turn around to look at you yet her words held a warning in them. With that she finally left you alone.

Now you know whose life you are in, yes life not body because you are 100% sure that this is your own body, whatever. In history her name was forgotten so she's only known as Baldwin's IV wife or the Saracen queen.

Basically Baldwin and her got married to secure an alliance between Jerusalem and some Saracens, and to prevent Saladin from getting anymore power since your people are also in odds with Saladin.

You pity her.

No one cared about her, she was just a tool for her family to gain more power, Jerusalem's court despited her because she is still a filthy Saracen in their eyes and not to mention that king Baldwin IV, her own husband did not spare her a single glance during the entire of their marriage. It's not personal, it's just she's the least of his concerns.

In the end of the day she was executed because she attempted to poison to Sibylla but failed, it is unclear whatever she was truly guilty or framed.

No.. No. You won't die like this.. You won't live like this! You don't want to die with sorrow and tears!.

You won't allow history to repeat itself, you don't care if it's gonna change tomorrow's history or not, you value your happiness more than history that you might not live to see.

If you want a peaceful life, you have two potions.

you earn the King's favor and then you will live peaceful as the queen.

Which you are mostly to take, run away after securing a good amount of money.

Just in case, you're gonna try to secure both plans. You will try to earns his favor while earning enough money to escape.

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Evening came fast.

You didn't want to leave bed but you also didn't want to piss off sibylla so it sucks to suck. Even though you still don't understand, how can she threaten you?! I mean yes she is a princess but you are the queen here for God's sake!. Damn was the old owner this weak that no one respected her title as queen?, however this will change, You didn't die to live again to take bullshit again.

The maids may not be fond of you but they sure did well in dressing you up, you don't like you're about to throw up at any given moment at all But the hard part isn't not looking like you're about to throw up, the hard part is not actually throwing up in front of everyone.

"Come on y/n!." You cheer up on yourself in front of mirror, you were right about the body thing, it is your body. you look like you, not like the actual historical figure (even though there is no surviving portraits of her but okay). 'I'm happy that i didn't lose you, my sweet sexy asf face' you wink at yourself before someone's voice interpreted your flirting session with yourself. "What are you doing?." God.. Why can't they leave you the fuck alone?. First Sibylla, now this?.

"wHaT aRe YoU dOiNg?." You repeat mockingly before turning around only to see Baldwin IV in flesh and blood standing in front of you, you recognized him easily due to the mask. Your face went paler then it went with sibylla, why is God doing this to you? You are praying for the ground to open in half and sallow you.

His blue eyes just stared into yours, it felt like he is staring right through your soul. "..." He didn't mutter a word, You don't know what he is thinking but whatever it is, it doesn't seems like something you want to know about.

You wanted to cry, really. But not in front of him because it would only worsen the situation, after all you just mocked a king.

"..."

It's been quite the few minutes, he didn't say anything yet. 'You know what? I already ate shit so let's just walk away and pretend that nothing has happened.. Maybe he will just ignore it and then I'll get to keep my head..' You thought to yourself.

You proceeded your plan and it actually worked! He let you walk away although you felt his eyes still watching you like a hawk.

Dinner was as awkward as you'd expect. You tried your best to just focus on your platte and ignore everyone else on the table. "Are you alright?." It's Sibylla, even though her words seems out of concern, her voice holds no kindness to it.

You looked up from your plate, you stare back at her but this time with more confidence since the last time you two spoke. "Yes, I am fine." You replied to her question with a calm yet confident note.

That caused sybilla to stare at you. You have never acted like this before, you were always quiet and shy, never once you looked right into her eyes with such directness.

"I heard that you fainted in the gardens today. you should look out for your health more your Highness... It would be a shame if you become so sickly like someone we know.." Said the man who is seated next to Sibylla, who you assume is guy of lusignan.

At his words Baldwin looked up at him, that caused guy to shift uncomfortably in his seat, he hated everything about Baldwin, especially his blue eyes when they stared right through his soul.

'God.. It's so awkward...' You thought before deciding to gamble with fate again. "Your majesty.. Your food will get cold.. Please eat." You hold his gloved hands in yours as you tried to give the kindest smile you could manage. He moved his eyes from guy's to yours before he pulled his hands away and continued his meal.

That went as smooth as possible.. You could feel Sibylla's glare but you couldn't care less, what matters now is to earn Baldwin's favor.

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Im back from the dead 💪🏻.

Idk if you guys will like this but enjoy and if you got any notes for me then go ahead 💃🏻.

#king baldwin x reader #yandere baldwin iv #yandere historical characters #yandere king #baldwin iv #king baldwin iv #yandere history #kingdom of heaven

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jungkoode · 1 day ago

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Reblogging because I just finished reading Part 1 and I need you to hear my SCREAMING from across the timeline. CHERRY. LOOK ME IN THE EYES. YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY REVIVED EVERY DERANGED CELL IN MY BODY.

Listen. I was a Klaus Mikaelson girlie through and through. The second he said “You’re mine” with that unhinged serial killer glint in his eye? I was DONE. FINISHED. CALL THE CORONER. (And I don’t care how you look at me from now on but TO>>>TVD okay? I couldn’t with Elena. I just couldn’t.) And you—YOU—have given us that exact flavor of destruction but made it Jungkook. And I fear I have never been less safe and more willing in my life.

The way this man watches, the way he memorizes the fucking nail color you wear like it’s scripture, the way he practices his little sentences like he isn’t already ten steps away from tattooing your name on his undead chest? Unreal. Unholy. Unforgivable. I’m here slobbering on my screen like a pathetic little blood bag and I’m not even ashamed.

And don’t even get me STARTED on the domestic delusions this fic injected straight into my bloodstream. Cooking dinner? First name basis with Mocha? Already memorizing her fucking schedule? Nah. Restraining order? Never heard of her. I am living for this “he’s one bad night away from biting you and claiming you for eternity” energy.

Also, I’m not saying I’m a huge Twilight nerd, but I kind of am. I KNOW. DO NOT SIDE EYE ME. I WILL BURN YOU ALL IN THE STAKE. But yeah mama over here has seen the movies 12 times (I counted, yes) and read the books 5 times. No shame. And don’t get me started on Supernatural…

Can’t wait for part 2. I’ll be here. With garlic cloves in my bra. Fake safety only.

────꒷꒦ 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 [ s & c ]

︶♱︶︶♱︶ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺︶♱︶︶♱︶︶

part of ɳσƈƚιʋαɠαɳƚ

↳ ❝ [ vampire!Jungkook universe] ❞

✎ summary: he´s observant, watches his prey like an experienced predator, but in 125 years of age, Jungkook had never craved someone as much as you. he had to have you.

note from cherry: warning!! Stalking., obsessive jungkook, crazy PATHETICALLY DOWN BAD jungkook. part one of our sexy obssessed stalker vampire. We love him here. Mini slow burn? Idk.

︶♱︶︶♱︶ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺︶♱︶︶♱︶︶

In the habitual sunday walk through the lush emerald park, the birds accompany your rhythmic heartbeat with their singing. Sunday matchas always taste better once the sun reverts to glow dimly at the horizon, dissappearing goodbye in a tortuously slow departure.

You were never fond of the sunsets as you were sunrises, steadily feeling a clench in your heart at something as radiant as the sun taking it's might to part from the world, vowing to greet you in the early hours of life's next morning. But in the unleashing dark, sometimes the return of the sun felt uncertain.

Almost ashamed to admit it- on rare, eerie occasion, you still feared the ominous that roams empty streets at dead hours way past midnight. Unlike a fairytale or a badly written horror novel- these creatures found themselves in every nook and cranny. Every slither of space, you were brought up to fear them. Never walk alone after sunset. Never look behind the treeline if you felt the presence of their piercingly colorful eyes stalking you every little step.

The world has become much less judgmental nowadays.

"Matcha latte to go?"

The fair skinned man calls out from behind the counter. His purple eyes dull of boredom in typical barista fashion, the smile he shoots you no less polite, although small, pointy fangs flash from it's corners.

"Thank you -" your eyes flicker to his nametag, "Nathaniel. Here's your tip, have a nice day" you reply, automated in that slightly raised frequency you twinge when talking to a stranger.

Your steps take you back through the way you walked initially, crunching on the freshly breeze grass beneath your soles, tracing the familiar route back to your apartment.

It had become utterly familiar to him too. The route was the same- sunday after sunday. On occasion during the week- mostly during exam season, when your body called for an added fuel.

He may have gotten used to the steps he took, synchronizing them alongside your own. However, he'd never get used to your pink lips cupping the straw in their little hold. How you sip the drink with the innocents of a little dove, unaware of the shudders that go through his body, stirr in his abdominal region.

It had captured him wholly. Unexpectedly but calculated nonetheless.

It must have been planned. Seeing your precious little blush, the shirt that snuck up your torso as you put back a book into the raking shelve of the bookstore he works at. It must have been no less than fate, the blood red string of fate that is tugging his nervoussystem in your direction. Letting something awaken inside of him- something of his roots. Akin to his nature- to taunt him of his designation, the realization that he was not merely a simple man.

And his madness grew with each breath of air that filled your lungs. Even when he wasn't around to watch you take them, as long as you inhale the same oxgyen- he craved to breathe you in as though you were his source of essentials.

Chance encounters don't exist- not in 125 years has it happend to him, not a singular interaction devoid of purpose or contrary, filled to the brink with the naked, uncanny urge to engulf this very thing into his chest. That's how he knew you were his calling.

"Hey, sorry, you dropped this"

He taps on your shoulder, unguarded, you spin around, glancing at his face, down his large, faintly colorless hand that held something dear to you.

In the midst of beautifully ordinary walk, you hadn't noticed the drop of your keys.

"Oh god- thank you. That could have ended badly" you offer a small giggle, airy, light. He tries to not let his eyes roll back at the melody, handing you your keys with an aching heart. Soon enough- he told himself- soon enough he will get to enter your space.

"Yeah. Cute guy you got on there. Has he got a name?"

The little, blue bow adorned monchichi keychain catches your eye for a second before they naturally wander up to his deep red eyes. They glint slightly, taking notice of his pointed fangs that he charmingly flashes through a grin.

"Mocha" your answer is polite, small. He knew better than to pry too deep, settles to hum,

"Mocha" he recites, tilts his head the slightest bit, "I think ive seen you at my bookshop before. But i never got to know your name, pretty?"

The instant he asked, he wanted to answer this question for you in place of his theatrically put on questioning expression. Replace it with genuine lust in his voice as he lets the syllables of your name roll over his tongue, just like he's been chanting them in the dark- when no one's watching - when there's no eyes to graze the beautiful sinner he's become once his stiff cock stands proudly in his hand.

You tell him your name regardless. How could you have known that the shadow who seems to follow you around, internalized it like a favourite poem all along.

You were oblivious to his ways, clueless even. He failed to hold back a miniscule slip of tongue, wetting the metal ring in the corner of his pale rose lips.

"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Jungkook"

You bless him with your little giggle for another time, remarking in your head about how easy it was to talk to the handsome creature. The one who's face had been burned into your imagination for quite some time now, tucked away into some box, beneath the litters of faces you've seen at the morisaki bookshop.

"Suits you"

"Is that good?" he asks, showing of his signature grin to which you nod,

"Its elegant"

"Vampires tend to be" he says, vaguely gesturing to your cup, "You like matcha? I could treat you to one, if you like?"

Satisfaction courses through his bloodstream at the airbrushed pink that dusts your cheeks, taking note of the way your pointy gel nails fiddle slightly with your jeanpocket,

Alongside the pleasure, relief floods him in it's soothing tide- he had finally uttered the sentence he meticulously practiced to say over and over again- watch his micro expressions in his reflection to tweak each subtle give away, enhance every unique feature he held within those constructed words.

"I'd like that" you reply, choosing a demure answer that attempts to hide your attraction to Jungkook, your girlish excitement at meeting him again.

"Same time next week?"

Succumbing to his natural charm was inevitable. Nothing could have prepared you for the lull in his voice, how every word he pronounced sounded like those of an ancient spell. The strike in his unusually colored eyes differed so drastically from the fairness of his flawless skin. It was drowning you in its hues.

Jungkook walked home with a use of his speed inflicted upon the pace of a human step. The sight of your lips trembling slightly as you gave him your number, the one he had memorized weeks ago, still playing in his mind's eye like a movie. It would become his favourite memory until he created more explicited ones- though he grew acustom to cumming at the simple sound of your name in his head- spoken by his own voice, now blissfully interchanged with the way you offered it to him earlier.

Patience is a virtue he had mastered inescapably, it grew into his life through vicious blessings, beautiful curses. 24 hours that multiply and blend into unexciting memories.

All strings had gotten loose upon your arrival. How would he be able to await another seven days without seeing you, without hearing you pronounce mundane words or viewing your camera app being opened over a little flower on the pavement.

He couldn't wait, no matter how much patience he had.

His shadow casts itself behind the many cars parking up your street, he zones in on your surroundings- the little shoulder look you give in the dark, as if to spot anything that could endanger you. It made his heart wrench,

"I'd never let you get hurt" he whispers to himself, watching the cold air manifest into transparent smoke as he speaks.

You rattle your keys, unlock the shabby apartment door with stiff fingers, suffering the low temperatures. From your peripheral, it almost looked like a blow- a gust of wind running by your side.

But when you turn around with hitched breath, its empty.

Jungkook exhaled once your figure disappeared into the building. Carelessy, he swung by, wanting to get just an inch closer, an inch away from having his highly receptive senses flooded with your gentle scent. For his yearning heart to get a fraction of gratification.

The closer he is, the more he needs to have. It clouds him like the smoke of a stormy night, rips him into the unknown, the unexplored and hidden desires of digging his teeth into the graceful skin of your neck.

Sunday finally comes around, the end of the week igniting him with a new flame. He'd been painfully dragging himself around in those remaining hours, holding himself back from standing in front of your bedroom window to watch you pick out your outifit, pace around nervously like you did before meeting with your friends on Wednesday nights. A tradition of getting cocktails at least twice a month, you appeared lovely, casual even. But jungkook saw it all behind the curtain of effortlessness, the pile of discarded outfits, your hairbrush thrown on your bed in frustration. The sweet, winged eyeliner that took three songs and four retries to draw on. He'd seen it all, every inch of your skin as you try on dress after skirt, shirt after blouse, no matter how much he restrained himself to avert his gaze.

Now, he's seeing you approach from afar, walking tentatively in the beautifully dim sunlight.

He skips a few steps to be in your vicinity quicker- you blink confused, before breaking out into a small laughter.

"Right, you can do that"

He returns your smile, his heart races at the sight of you so close to him, so attainable.

"Its pretty efficient"

You hum, tracking your gaze from the top of his pierces eyebrow, down his plump lips, taking your line of sight down the contours of his sharp jaw before your focus shifts on the unbuttoned top part of his silky black shirt. His prominent collarbones peak out just enough to make you elicit a barely audible sigh,

In his mind, he's been drifting to your bedroom, to his hands that let the pretty grey fabric graciously fall down the dips of your figure.

"You look really pretty, grey suits you"

Jungkook's smoothe voice guides you through the rest of the joint night.

Along his gentle nature, there is some sort of belonging. A shiver of closeness that runs down your back, even when it's just his knuckles that gingerly bump yours while you walk around the blooming trail. You catch him from time to time, in the midst of your conversation, how he lets himself wander off in thought a bit, yet, he's attentive, responsive, dancing the line of being completely entranced by the string of words leaving your lips.

"Youre easy to talk to" you tell him truthfully while throwing away the empty cup. He chuckles a little,

"Yeah? Well, you make me feel comfortable, i think thats why"

"I do? I feel like i'm so awkward" you chuckle- honestly, maybe you were a bit awkward. Trying your hardest not to let him pay and telling bad jokes about his vampire qualities that he'd probably been told multiple times before. Nothing shy from enticing in his eyes.

"I think youre adorable"

"You're way too honest. Is that a vampire thing?"

His hand brushes a little strand away from your face, stalled in front of the acquainted doorstep of your apartment. The soft hair glides through his slender fingers like liquid gold. From the back of his throat, a small groan of approval sounds,

"No, but I'm bad at lying anyways"

Your lips curve into a grin, mirroring his expression. The thumping in your chest rings so loudly, you're almost sure he's able to pick up the frequency with his immaculate hearing. Its a pounding you haven't yet felt before. It may be the deep night around you- adding to his sexy mystique, the way his eyelids seemed to drop the least bit, following the lure of the moon.

"When can I see you again?" He asks with a quiet, breathy tone. Goosebumps threathen to plaque his dull skin as you bite into the corner of your lip,

"Whenever you want. Just.. text me"

He nods, "Okay pretty"

With that, you smile and disappear into the walls of your home.

Jungkook exhales a long, deep breath. His eyes fall closed, body slumping against a nearby tree. Utter delight crashes his head, grounds him into the world that he is slowly, meticulously creating for you to be part of. For you to be the sun of.

Similarly, you collapse right against the closed door. Smiling stupidly like a giddy teenage girl, running your hand through your hair, you break into a fit of giggles. Immediately pulling your phone out to text your best friend about what had just happend in the last long, dreamy hours.

But before you get the chance to click on her chat log, a message lights up your screen,

Jungkook >.< : cant wait to see you again

He bites back a smile, the reflection of you getting excited over his text dances in his pupils as he stands off to the side of your slightly parted curtains,

"good night sweetheart" he mumbles, gradually turning back to resort back into his own home.

Messages like these had crept their way into your normal days.

Good morning texts, little things that reminded you of each other- mentions of movies to watch together or selfies with meaningless captions like "hard work day :( " decorated your chat in extensive loads. Despite not much time having past since the first date, time has acquired another meaning in its entirety. So much so that you find yourself aimlessly wandering inside a grocery store after suggesting Jungkook should come over for dinner.

He slipped into your life with ease, fitting into a space that seemed to be cut out just for him, and how much you adored him was almost embarrassing to admit.

You had never invited him to your home before, but he didn't mention it. Instead, he typed back that he'd be there at 7 pm, until he remembered that he isnt supposed to know your exact address- quickly adding the question onto his last message.

His breath quickens the instant he's greeted with you facing him, the tulips in his hand feel heavy all of a sudden, wanting nothing more but to drop them and engulf you into his selfish hands instead.

"Come in kook", while wrapping your arms around his taller frame, you can sense the way he tenses, his busy hand clenches the boquet with restrained power, the other one makes it to your back, carefully pulling you into his chest. He inhales your scent in pure ecstasy, button nose nudging the top of your freshly shampooed head.

Once inside- he's looking around the confined space with curious eyes. As many times as he had seen glimpses, being on the other side of your windows felt like a perverted secret. After hours of studying your schedule, analyzing common places, people, interests that are woven into your life, he would finally solidify himself as the most important.

Lucky was an understatement. Jungkook felt blessed- divinely touched to be able to move around the four walls of his angel- his very own godsend gift. His, only his.

The sigh he lets out almost serves as a way to release his overflowing happiness into the atmosphere, let go of his orchestrated hours that took him to his destination- you.

"Pretty place" he compliments, watching you pick out a vase for your favourite type of flowers, "hm, thank you. I love tulips, crazy how you picked them" you say, sparkling innocently as your fingers adjust the petals,

"Good guess right?"

The air thickens with his approaching steps, his aura carries itself over you, there's an undeniable chemistry brewing between you. Presents itself in the quickening of your heartbeat, the tension in his beautifully otherwordly features.

"No garlic i hope?" he jokes, pointing to the ingredients spread on the counter. The thin fabric of your tanktop collides with his cotton tshirt, his muscular arm holding onto the cupboard in front of you. The yearning inside of you leads you to turn around, facing him and essentially, trapping yourself between the kitchen island and his steady body.

Perfect, he thinks.

"Very funny" you giggle, looking up into the deep red you would never get used to. Its mesmerizing to see the color intensify from time to time.

Jungkook reaches his hand out to take your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up into his direction. His face is relaxed but the slight quiver of his lips, as if holding back from letting his canine teeth dart out, doesn't get past your observing eyes.

It doesn't get past him either, how you seemed to nibble on your lip a little, taking deeper inhales with the duration of his gentle touch.

"You're so pretty" he mumbles, growing an inch closer to your face with patience. The proximity makes his blood heat up, he barely has the chance to touch you before every single thought of raw and uncontrollable desire overtakes him,

Your gaze flickers down to his parted lips, the lip ring shines with a slight coat of saliva and you wish for nothing more than a deep collision, just as jungkook craves the taste of you all over his tongue.

As much as he has his instincts under control, he cannot deprive himself any longer.

Rationality vanishes from his thoughts- as his lips press gently against yours, he begins moaning in pure satisfaction. A slight taste of you was all he ever dreamed of having- but he should have known better than that. There was no way of not needing more- he had to have you, taste you, kiss and claim everything you had to give him.

The deep moan makes you whimper into the now passionate kiss- hands having found their way into his tousled hair, tugging at the roots with care. His lips clash to yours over and over, nipping at your bottom lip, licking over it to ask for premission.

You grant it to him immediately, the need to get as close as possible is indescribable, it is more than desire, more than a feeling or a simple word, you pull him in deeper and he whines at your desperation, seeing himself mirrored in you.

"Taste so fucking good. I need you, i need you so goddamn much" he groans against your lips- tongue pushing and tangling with your own, his hands wander up and down your sides as if to soothe himself, holding on to his control for all he's worth.

He steadies himself by breaking the kiss for a breath of air with his forehead meeting yours in a moment of isolation. It was hasty, messy and nonetheless perfect. He craved more, longed for another taste.

You're the first to break the silence, barely letting the words run past your lips in the midst of hightend breathing,

"I like you so much"

He doesn't recall when he last felt this intense amount of pleasure, he doesn't waste another breath on words, kissing you with newfound but always present lust, exploring the softness of your skin hidden beneath the tanktop- his shaky fingers itch at the brief shiver that passes through you- wanting to make you shiver again and again,

"You have no idea how crazy i am about you" he mutters while shifting his attention to kiss along your jaw, his mouth remains open and wet against your skin- running his tongue down your neck so, so gently.

The validity behind those words are something he cannot bear open to you in this moment- but he swore to himself he would eventually.

It takes all his willpower not to sink his pointy teeth into the delicate skin, feeling the pulse running wild like it was begging him to bite.

"Wanna make you feel so good"

Moans of his name fall from your lips, he recriporates each one with needy whimpers of his own, working to touch and worship whatever he has beneath his hands at the moment- already tugging at the bottom of your shirt, before you register it, its lying on the tile floor,

"Hold tight sweetheart"

The nickname adds to the heat pooling in your underwear- supported by simply one of his hands, a reminder of his inhumane strength. You´re lifted to the kitchen island, sitting with your thighs open for him to stand between. The thick bulge that's been present from the moment his lips met yours presses against you every so slightly- providing both of you with tiny amounts of pressure.

His lips run down invisible paths to your bra covered chest, submitting to his urges like a man devoid of free will- of any power.

"Wanna bite you s'bad" he rasps, unfastening your bra and attaching his plump lips to your stiffend bud, rolling the oppsite one in his skilled fingertips,

Institutiavely, your thighs clench around his hips, seeking more friction at the thought of his pretty fangs snaking into your skin. Jungkook completely surrounded you with his scent, his words, his presence.

Serving justice to all the mysteries and tales about his kind- his passion, his groans, his possessive hands are far to good to be the ones of a weak human man- his teeth ghost over you and in that instant, he becomes everything.

"You can- just not - mhmm- too hard"

Interrupted by your own noises of satisfaction, the words come out without any fear. Replaced by the sheer pleasure he lays upon your body, the look of desire in his features as he keeps grabbing, kissing, moaning for you.

He looks at you through his lashes, mouth leaving your chest wet and glistening, his lips are swollen as they breathe out his next words,

"You're a dream, my beautiful angel"

His lips return to your neck, suctioning harsher than previously, grazing the sharpness with every sloppy suck of your skin- and when he finally, ever so slightly indulges in sinking his teeth in- you make the most wonderful noise to him.

The moans of your name fall from his lips naturally, like a continuous prayer to your body, letting his fingers toy with your breasts- allowing his teeth to leave little lovebites in pretty shades of red spread across your neck.

"Youre so pretty, the prettiest angel" he whispers lovingly, gliding his fingers down your arm while admiring his work of art.

His skin burned- burned with the helpless devotion he cannot restrict.

"You´re mine, you´re mine angel all mine, do you understand?"

Posession creeps into the kisses to your stomach- he is touching you, his hands are the ones wandering your body, his lips are the ones marking up near every inch that falls victim to him, but it hardly registers in his head because you scratch along his muscular back- nodding without a doubt in mind,

"Feels so good- oh fuck jungkook please"

You whine- you whine for him and it gets him to nuzzles his nose into your slick lace panties, inhaling deeply to submerge himself in your femininity,

"Anything you want, im gonna fucking worship you baby. Gonna make you come until you beg me to stop"

Jungkook hooks his large hands on the underside of your thighs, kneeling in front of you as though he was actually praying to you- letting your legs dangle over his broad shoulders.

The sight of your wet folds, red and swollen clit all due to him- all in front of his very own diluted eyes made him salivate, he marked your entire thighs with deep red and purple bruises that you met with loud moans, trembling throughout your body- wandering until it´s coming out in your whiney tone of voice that kept asking for him- asking as if he wouldn't burn down the world for you.

"My pretty little pussy, look at that, look at how wet you are for me"

It was so overstimulating to him, hightend all his feelings, blurred his extensive vision at the first drop of your slick on his greedy, relentless tongue.

"Fucking angelic- taste so good" he whines into your pussy- laps and laps at the stickyness with vigour and precision when licking a long strip up to circle your clit.

In between closing your eyes, your droopy sight caught vision of jungkook sitting there, hugged by your thighs, his eyes framed with disshevld strands, glazed and cloudy- mouth wet with messy pleasure smeared along his skin.

"Mhh- kook- you look so hot like this"

The praise thrills him- diving into your need with the large overcast of his own, his cock twitching and aching so badly beneath the blue jeans but somehow- being on his knees for you, listening to your beautiful voice call out for him- it was better than any contact he ever dreamed to experience before.

His eyes roll back into his head upon the arrival of your first orgasm- overcoming you with a loud cry, your thighs clamp around his head, trap him there like you dreaded the separation as much as he did.

"Kook- fuck- ohhh fuck"

You shook, plead for more and his tongue obeyed, thrusting the wet muscle into you fast, his thumb rubbing tight circles on the throbbing pearl of your crying cunt,

"Good girl, good, good girl, come for me- let this pussy know who's it is"

He heard the second high before he saw it- the broken sob, the sniffling that send shocks into his constricted cock, made it beg for attention. It worsened as he glanced up,

"god baby- so fucking cute" he groans so loudly, smashing his lips to your cunt - sucking harshly on your oversensitive clit that endured so much of his suckling and gnawing.

Your moans continue to flow, changing into meek cries of his name, the pearly tears roll down your reddend cheeks ending on your quivering lips that are now covered in the salty liquid.

And at the thought of tasting them, oh so pathetically, Jungkook's cock pulses angrily - leaks with cum all over himself, coating his length in warm, milky pleasure, meeting the sensation of your tangy sweetness blessing his mouth.

"ahh.. mhh.." you stumble out, slowly dropping the slight grinding on his numb and swollen lips, just as jungkook pants and whimpers, having finished untouched- because pleasing you was his priority, his greatest achievement- and he hasn´t even gotten to feeding you every inch of his cock, hasn´t even seen it disappear into your tight, pulsing pussy,

"oh angel, you´re so beautiful, so good, did so so good baby" his lips run his trails back and forth on your thighs, calming their shaking with the addition of his big hands stroking your hips,

You tug at his shoulder and he recieves the silent question, bringing his body up to stand upward, dazed and bathing in your afterglow

It doesn´t take long for your eyes to find the wet patch,

"See that? All because of you. All yours" he says, pulling you into him by the small of your back, like a puzzlepiece, your hands wrap around his shoulders- both of you relish in the company of one another,

How right it truly felt to be held by his magical hands,

To meet his lips in another soft kiss, tasting the remains of yourself on him.

It was right,

He had done absolutely everything in and beyond his power to secure that, now that he had it in his grasp, black and white,

He would always make sure it stays that way, even if it meant digging his teeth into your neck until you bled.

#kiki recs #🍒

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yo-ri-su-ki · 1 day ago

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The blade can also tremble

Jealous!Vergil Sparda x shy reader

An: here's your first story, thanks for 250 likes!!

The sky outside was the color of bruised lilac, heavy with rainclouds. It had been raining all day—soft, persistent, and cold. Water trickled in slow streams along the stone pathways of the ruined fortress, dripping through the cracks in the old roof and pooling near broken columns. The fire in the hearth crackled quietly, offering the only source of light and warmth in the vast room.

You sat curled up in an armchair far too large for you, legs tucked under your body, a worn blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cocoon. A book lay open in your lap, though you hadn’t turned the page in what felt like an hour. Your hands were too busy clinging to the warm mug of tea Vergil had left for you earlier without a word.

He was always like that—silent, composed, distant. A shadow with a sword and eyes like sharpened ice.

But he had brought you here. He had protected you from the chaos, the demons, the bleeding sky. And while he never said why, you had stayed.

Across the room, Vergil stood by the broken window, watching the rain. The faint wind tugged at his coat, the dark fabric fluttering like wings around his tall frame. He was impossibly still, as though carved from stone. The only movement came from the faint rise and fall of his chest.

You glanced at him, heart skipping. The silence between you was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Just full of things unsaid.

You liked it that way, honestly. Words were hard. You were never good with them, especially around someone like him.

Vergil’s voice, low and calm, broke through the hush.

“You’re trembling.”

You startled. Not because of the words, but because he had noticed.

“I-I’m fine,” you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. You gripped the mug a little tighter, heat seeping into your cold fingers.

He didn’t move from the window at first, but his gaze flicked to you, unreadable. Then, slowly, he walked across the room—his steps silent, measured. When he crouched by the hearth, you could feel the temperature shift. Not from the fire.

From him.

“I told you before,” he said, his voice as calm as ever. “You are safe here. No harm will come to you while I draw breath.”

You swallowed. It should’ve been comforting. And it was. But it wasn’t fear that made your hands shake.

“I’m not scared,” you said, softer than before. “Not of you.”

Vergil turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing with interest. “Then what is it?”

You hesitated. Every instinct screamed to retreat, to deflect, to stay quiet. But the words came anyway—fragile, halting.

“I’m just… not used to someone like you.”

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened—curious, perhaps even cautious.

“Someone like me?”

You met his gaze for a moment, the intensity of it stealing the breath from your lungs. But you managed a small nod.

“You’re… controlled. Strong. Quiet. It’s intimidating. Not in a bad way,” you added quickly, eyes darting to the fire. “Just… different.”

Vergil stood slowly, shadows licking at the hem of his coat. He said nothing at first. You wondered if you had said too much, crossed an invisible line. You always worried about that.

But instead of walking away, he moved to stand beside your chair.

“You think me intimidating,” he said, voice low. “Yet you speak the truth to my face.”

You blinked up at him. “I… don’t want to pretend.”

Something flickered across his face—a shift so subtle, you might’ve missed it if you hadn’t been looking. He turned slightly, one hand resting on the back of your chair, fingers curled loosely.

“I find… no reason for you to pretend,” he said. “Your presence does not demand masks. It is… honest. Quiet.”

You weren’t sure what to say. A part of you didn’t believe him. Another part, the smaller, braver one, clung to those words like a lifeline.

He looked down at the floor for a moment, as if lost in thought. Then:

“You remind me of stillness,” he said quietly.

Your breath caught. “Stillness?”

“Yes.” He straightened, folding his hands behind his back. “In the eye of a storm, there is a moment of calm. Silent. Untouched. That is what you are.”

Your heart thundered.

Vergil’s gaze returned to the window. “I’ve chased power my whole life. Lost myself to it. But when you are near…” His jaw clenched slightly. “There is quiet.”

You couldn’t move. Could barely think.

He turned back to you, eyes softer now—less like ice, more like mist.

“You don’t need to speak if you don’t wish to,” he said. “Your presence… is enough.”

That was what undid you. Not the poetic metaphor. Not the fact that Vergil—cold, stoic, unreachable Vergil—had just compared you to the eye of a storm.

It was that he meant it.

You looked down quickly, cheeks burning, fingers tightening around your mug. “I’m… glad,” you said, voice trembling.

He was quiet for a moment, watching you.

Then, slowly, he reached out—fingertips brushing your shoulder. Light. Barely there.

But it was deliberate.

Your breath hitched. The contact lasted a heartbeat. Maybe two.

Then he pulled away.

“I will return before nightfall,” he said, already turning to the door. “The wards will protect you in my absence.”

You nodded, still too stunned to speak.

The door creaked softly as he left, the cold air swirling in after him before it settled into stillness again.

And you sat there, tea cooling in your hands, heart still racing.

Because despite all your doubts, despite your quiet, awkward nature…

You were not just tolerated.

You were seen.

And to Vergil Sparda, that meant more than any declaration.

It meant you mattered.

The days blurred after that moment.

Vergil continued to vanish for hours at a time, leaving you behind in the forgotten fortress, guarded by invisible barriers and the echo of his words. But something had shifted between you. His glances lingered longer. His silences felt less like walls and more like invitations.

You noticed the small things first.

A second mug of tea placed beside yours without a word.

A book, carefully left on the table, written in your native language despite the region’s ruins offering only old demon-tongue scrolls.

A blanket, folded and left on the arm of your chair—not just one of the tattered ones from the storage room, but his cloak. His cloak.

You touched the soft blue fabric hesitantly, heart fluttering. It still smelled like him. Steel, rain, and something ancient. You never quite had the courage to wear it, but its presence was enough.

Vergil never asked questions, never demanded conversation. But one evening, as the rain stilled and the clouds began to part, you found him sitting—not standing—by the hearth for the first time.

A book rested in his lap, unopened. His gaze was distant, eyes reflecting firelight.

You hesitated in the doorway, unsure if you should speak.

“You always hover,” he said suddenly, voice soft. “Come closer.”

You flushed but obeyed, padding silently across the stone floor. You sat a little closer than usual. Close enough to feel the warmth of him. Not just from the fire.

Vergil didn’t look at you at first. “I find myself… restless when you’re far.”

Your heart skipped. “I don’t want to get in your way.”

“You don’t.” He turned his head, gaze cutting to yours. “You never have.”

You looked down at your hands, shy. “I don’t really know what I am to you.”

He stood slowly, as if needing to move just to think. “You were once a burden,” he said bluntly. “An inconvenience I accepted out of necessity.”

The words stung, but he wasn’t finished.

“Now,” he said, turning to face you fully, “I find myself searching for your presence the moment you’re out of sight. I notice when you don’t speak. I wait for your quiet footsteps down the hall. I listen for the sound of your breathing at night to remind myself I’m not alone.”

You looked up at him, lips parted, heart in your throat.

“I do not understand this attachment,” he said, voice tight with restraint. “It weakens me, and yet… I cannot bring myself to let go.”

You stood then, nerves buzzing, and approached him slowly.

“I never asked you to let go,” you whispered.

His breath hitched. His eyes searched yours, and for the first time, his hand reached up, hovering near your face—hesitating, as if waiting for permission.

You gave a tiny nod.

His fingers brushed your cheek.

It was such a gentle, reverent touch—like you were something sacred.

“I don’t know how to love gently,” he admitted.

You smiled faintly, heart racing. “That’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m not fragile.”

The days grew warmer. The fortress, once cold and dead, now stirred with quiet life—flowers growing through cracked stone, moss softening sharp corners, and the ever-present fire that never seemed to burn out anymore.

You noticed Vergil spent more time within the manor walls, staying close to you. He didn’t say it, of course. But you saw it in how often he stood outside the door while you read, or how he’d walk in with some half-destroyed object—an old carving, a page of poetry—and silently place it on your desk as if gifting you a piece of a forgotten world.

Then one morning, while collecting water near the ward’s edge, you met a traveler.

A human. Lost, scared, clearly out of place in the demon realm. He was kind, though—a bit loud and nervous, but friendly. He kept talking to you as you guided him back toward the safe boundaries. Asked your name. Offered his. Told jokes.

And you… you laughed.

Not much. Just a little.

But it was enough.

Vergil was standing at the edge of the courtyard when you returned, Yamato gleaming on his back, his coat fluttering gently in the breeze.

His eyes locked on the traveler. Then you.

And something shifted.

The man’s words slowed as he looked nervously between you and Vergil’s piercing stare.

“Uh, thanks for the help,” he mumbled to you before hurrying away. You turned back toward the doorway—only to find Vergil still watching you, unmoving.

You swallowed. “He was lost. I couldn’t just leave him.”

“I didn’t say you should,” Vergil replied. But his tone was too calm. Too sharp.

You stepped closer, frowning. “Are you… angry?”

His jaw clenched, just slightly. “No. But I find myself… displeased.”

You tilted your head, trying to read him. “Why?”

Vergil looked away, gaze cast toward the horizon. “Because you laughed.”

You blinked. “Is that… bad?”

“You laughed for him.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Vergil finally turned, stepping closer. His presence was magnetic—intense and overwhelming.

“He looked at you like he could touch you,” he said, voice low. “Like he had the right.”

Your breath caught. “And you don’t?”

That made him freeze.

His eyes softened. For the first time, something cracked. The mask slipped.

“I want to,” he whispered.

The admission felt heavier than any weapon. His fingers twitched at his side, unsure.

“I see the way others look at you,” he continued. “Like you’re someone to be claimed. Possessed. They don’t know what it means to deserve you. I have killed for less.”

You stepped forward, heart thudding. “And what do you see when you look at me?”

Vergil’s breath hitched. Then, in a voice raw with restraint: “Peace. And peril. A calm that undoes me.”

You reached for him. This time, you were the one to touch first—your hand gently resting over his chest.

“I don’t want anyone else,” you said softly. “Just you. Even when you’re cold. Or cruel. Or distant.”

His hand came up—slow, deliberate—and cupped your cheek.

“This… thing inside me,” he murmured. “It burns. It claws. But when I touch you…” He leaned forward, foreheads nearly touching. “It goes quiet.”

And then—finally—his lips brushed yours.

Soft. Careful. But desperate in the way he trembled.

You kissed him back, shyly at first, but the moment deepened when his arms came around you—pulling you close as if he feared you'd vanish like mist.

He kissed you like he didn’t know how, but wanted to learn. From you.

When you parted, he pressed his forehead against yours, breath shallow.

“I will never let anyone take you,” he said. “Not while I breathe. Not even from myself.”

And for the first time, you saw it.

Not just his power.

But his fear.

Of losing you.

Of loving you.

And it only made you hold him tighter.

Vergil’s gaze burned, locked on yours. “Yes, you are. And still you remain.”

You leaned forward, just enough that your forehead touched his chest.

He froze—but only for a moment.

Then, his arms came around you. Slowly. Carefully. As if he were afraid you'd disappear if he held too tightly.

You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek—steady, controlled… but faster than usual.

“I don’t need grand gestures,” you said softly. “Just… don’t leave me behind.”

He bent his head slightly, lips brushing the crown of your hair.

“I couldn’t,” he whispered. “Even if I wanted to.”

There was no kiss that night.

But his arms around you, the way he held you like a promise, said everything you needed to hear.

Made by @yo-ri-su-ki, do not copy or translate my work! Reposts and likes appreciated!! Also if you like this post and want to see more like this, consider following!!

an: YALL PLEASE REQUEST MORE VERGIL STUFF I FUCKING LOVE HIMMMM UGHHH

#devil may cry #dmc #yo ri su ki #fanfic #heh...#what...#vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil devil may cry

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zarvasace · 1 day ago

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Linked nexus four questions from an artistic perspective:

Does he have ears? Anything that will poke out through his hair?

Are his eyes any different from a regular human?

Is he expressive like a normal human, or is he somewhat limited?

Can he cry...? 👀

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I figured the best way for me to answer this would be to compare and contrast! On the left above is Four as he is, and on the right is what I figure he'd look like if he were Hylian instead. Major differences include the saturated, slightly unnatural colors of his skin and hair, the markings, and yes lack of ears! (Four does tie his hair back a lot.) If he was Hylian, he'd also be taller.

Four is essentially made out of cells that cannot replicate organic matter—the nanogems. But those do allow for very complex structures, so for example, while Four's skin is not actually skin, the texture is very very close, and he can vary the thickness and durability in different spots. That means his face is as expressive as anyone else's, at least mostly. But I think that just because he CAN make an expression doesn't mean that he DOES. His expressions are purposeful and come from a place of mimicking rather than emotion. I think he can probably forget to make expressions, especially when alone.

Four began with a body that was as similar to a Hylian's as the engineers could make it, including processes like breathing and crying (but not digestion...) He has since modified some of these, e.g. he doesn't need to breathe anymore. Regarding crying, it wouldn't originally be programmed in as a consequence of strong emotion (since he wasn't intended to HAVE those), but potentially something like cleaning his eyes. It's very possible that he's since modded that away, too, but I haven't made a decision one way or the other.

I also did color his eyes slightly differently! As an android, Four's eyes are essentially fancy cameras with some colors on top. There is a certain spark missing from them. I tend to illustrate this by drawing his eyes without pupils or the shine in the middle like I do with the others. His are... almost more bug-like. I imagine their appearance might change as he changes his vision away from normal light, to UV or infrared, for example.

@colascuties I'll answer yours here too since it's a very similar topic!! The little face markings are definitely something he wants there. He was intended to mimic a Hylian as closely as possible, while having a few alternate processes, so the people that made him definitely did not give him those markings. The thing is, Four doesn't WANT to be a Hylian, and while he knows it can be valuable to look like one, he doesn't particularly want to be mistaken for one all the time. Other people get tattoos, sure, but I think for Four, this bit is him trying to stand out and pave the way for any androids who may come after him: it's okay to be different. Autonomy is definitely something that matters to him. I believe that his hair being a little longer is also something he did on purpose.

#my art #lu #linked universe #lu four #linked nexus

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mainblogonly · 3 days ago

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domestic timeskip!kita x houseplant lover!reader | fluff | lowercase intentional

shinsuke has always loved his routine — wake up before the sunrise, get dressed, eat some breakfast while checking his rice delivery logs, head out to the field, return for lunch, and head to the city for deliveries in the afternoon. it's constant and stable, something he finds more comforting than boring.

when he met you he knew his routine was bound to change, but he was actually excited for that. he was always secretly hoping he'd find someone who'd fit into his routine and even change it for the better, someone who would shine as bright as the sunrise and bring as much comfort as the evening breeze over the fields. that was definitely you. in his mind, you practically danced into his life with your love of plants mixing beautifully with his livelihood. you've brought so much color to his days and he's brought so much peace to yours.

today's a day like any other with his new routine — wake up before sunrise, give you a kiss on the forehead, get dressed, make some breakfast (setting aside some for you to wake up to, along with a sweet note), greet the numerous houseplants you've cultivated in your shared home, check delivery orders, head out to the field, and look forward to sharing lunch with you.

it was nearly noon and everything was normal, until he hears you calling out for him. you shout his name over and over, telling him to get home quick.

"darling, is everything okay?" out of breath, shinsuke rushed home, "are you hurt? is something wrong?"

he sees you crouched over something — a package? — and moved to peek over your shoulder.

"shin! look, it finally arrived!" you beam up at him, cradling a relatively large sack in your arms, "my new soil!"

he can't help but let out a relieved laugh, "is that what you called me in for?"

"yes! it's the soil i've been waiting for! look, it's a new mix and has better drainage so the tropical plants will love it — you know i've been saying that the monstera and the pothos need repotting. remind me to buy larger pots when we head out for the deliveries later. and this means i can also add some of the fertilizer mix we worked on last week! some of the ferns could also use—"

shinsuke lets you continue your excited ramble as he helps you set the soil aside. you two go through the motions of preparing lunch, so used to doing this together that you don't even need to talk about it — he can just listen to you (he jokingly calls you his "favorite podcast"). you cut the vegetables, he prepares the meat, you set the table, he plates the final dish, you both sit across from each other.

"i actually had to order the soil from a new place — could you pass the rice, shin? thank you! — so i was a bit worried but now that it's here i'm so happy about it! i think i'm going to keep getting all my supplies from this shop, the owner was so sweet. they might have some stuff you can use in the field, and i've also been needing a new aroid mix for the cacti. i think they might have some in store—"

i could do this forever, shinsuke thinks to himself. he could listen to you go on and on as the two of you go through life together, day by day. he would never get tired of the way your eyes light up when you're excited — just like right now. he hopes that they'll light up the same way when he finally gets down on one knee, holding out the ring he's been hiding in his nightstand.

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adara-of-the-flame · 11 hours ago

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"Wait, wha-?”

Hoggle had been taken just as aback as Mars at that little tidbit that Selva had dropped. What DID she mean by not wanting to risk someone like the Spring King being “gone” again?! Had there been a time some other season had gone “dead”? Or another realm that was important?

The dwarf is left blinking in bewilderment as his teacher seemingly changes subject on a dime, powering on through towards whatever lesson she wanted to get into that day. It took a bit of the Summer Queen’s sudden lecture about Cycles and Connections for Hoggle to realize it wasn’t actually a subject change. Selva was indeed continuing the previous topic, but was talking about it in a different way. Giving answers to questions he - they - hadn’t thought to ask yet while also not addressing what they wanted to ask.

Hoggle had gotten so used to Jareth over the years; taken for granted the Goblin King’s rather paltry attempts at double talk and metaphor to hide obvious motivations. He realized then that he really needed to get his mind in gear when it came to talking to actual court fae. Otherwise he’d be left in the dust navigating this whole Seasonal Court thing.

“If you remove a section from the wheel, it would stop. Maybe a wheel could keep going if a single spoke was taken out, but an entire quarter? That wouldn’t work.”

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"Worse, actually." Selva Roja backhanded the hoop, right on the section she'd marked as Spring pink.

What followed next was like a chain reaction: It was like a scream. Where the Summer Queen's hand fell, the rainbow shattered. Shards of pink light scattered to the grass below, flickered, and died. The swirling water, held in place by the ring of light, suddenly spilled and splattered as it reached the place Spring should be...then, running out...Spring follows Winter follows Autumn follows Summer. The other colors fading in turn, until they flickered out completely when the last drop of water fell. A vessel now empty and broken.

If Mars's eyes weren't hidden under volumes of ink-black bangs, one would see them wide open. "It's...all gone."

"I do not prevent Death or it's citizens from entering my kingdom. Life and Death must also follow a Cycle, and it is a vital one." Selva Roja eyed Hoggle intently. "That is another lesson. All Seasons have Life and Death, and it's important that they do for the sake of Balance. But, we, who are connected to Cycles ourselves have a Duty to keep that Cycle running. Or else, everything unravels. The rest of Reality follows."

"Um..is this kind of like the Butterfly Theory?" The half-Urru raised a couple of her hands again.

"Excuse me?"

"The whole theory that if you travel back in time, and step on a butterfly or something, history changes, and you're never born?"

The Summer Queen arched an eyebrow, but seemed to seriously consider this. "I suppose. In Time's Domain. But, Time isn't here at the moment, so we can't ask them. But, I see what you're getting at."

With a tiny *clink* of a talon, the rest of the dead, empty rainbow shattered to dust. "Saisho No Me understood what would happen if he died completely. We knew he hurt, we knew he needed Death. But, Death could not come for him without breaking the Cycle. He stayed alive for us, and what powers he transfered to us enabled his Realm to keep running while he rested. And, waited."

Selva Roja's giant gaze again fixed itself on the tiny dwarf. "Do you understand now, Hoggle Primavero? You are not just the Lord of all Springtime now. By your very life, you hold a peice of existance in place, and keep the rest of it from falling asunder."

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stench of this terrible blog…bleck!”

#the-name-is-hoggle #Hoggle #Mars #Selva Roja #RP #Bards are not borring #A kingdom for a kiss: or why you should really check the fine print before handing out real estate #Selva Roja lays down the hard facts #Hoggle learns his place in the Universe...Literally

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supremefloof · 2 days ago

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tbhx pokemon AU, pt. 4 - Enlighter/God Eye, Miss J

More Yap, explanations, extra imgs below cut

"A constant collector of information, this Pokémon is very smart. Very strong is what it isn’t." - Blipbug, SwSh pokedex

I went into this with the idea that most people, especially people in cities, just logically can't deal with a full six creatures. This is different for Heroes of course since battling is more important for them.

However, even Heroes often keep unevolved pokémon with them/don't have a full team. NOBODY ON THE PLANET in this AU will EVER see a standard meta VGC team for as long as I breath, I promise. No, Not Even X.

funnily enough, these two were the easiest to decide on for some reason. Qi Shi could've easily had a full team!

Qi Shi's pokemon, as seen here: Rotom, Inkay, Blipbug -> Orbeetle, Seviper. The little black critters are not pokemon but the Spotlight Org's drones! I really liked the idea that the robots in ep.4 look like miniature Rolycoly! there's no reason for this it just sounded like fun. look at it :D

Miss J: Meowstic-F, Klefki! she keeps them in Luxury Balls; she seems like she puts a lot of effort into her appearance. Klefki is always polished and Meowstic is always groomed!

all her underlings are terrified of that Meowstic.

Meowstic, Seviper, Inkay courtesy of @cedarwrought

Enlighter probably starts off with Rotom and Blipbug. picks up Inkay somewhere along the way, and Seviper around when he starts getting obsessed with investigating Nice. (he's different in ep.6... something happened to him in those 5 years...)

oh and blipbug -> dottler -> orbeetle

Rotom helps with all those techy things! Orbeetle and Rotom together are responsible for the Moon decoy.

idk if he should bring Inkay to the episode 4 fight, it just seems a bit too cute. However, a Malamar would eat him alive 😭he is never evolving that thing

maybe Spotlight pretends to be his Inkay instead of an octopus

I had an idea about the Spotlight Organization controlling Zygarde to some extent. not the whole thing, just a chunk of it?

dunno about this, thematically for SO and Enlighter it doesn't make sense - the only thing I could think of that's related is that Zygarde is meant to bring balance. so maybe if SO is balancing Trust with Fear or something. but its also like, about the environment, which SO is def not about. However, the point of this idea is that they can lend Enlighter a Zygarde 10%!

the color scheme matches perfectlyyyy. im a sucker for matching colors...

Zygarde 10% also breaks apart after a short while, like how Qi Shi's new drip stopped working for some reason. so that would be the random bs that lets Lin Ling win (+ GE's seviper getting... sidetracked), although it would be stacked against him anyways.

unrelated notes:

pleaseeee new episodes make genesect for yang cheng make sense some how im weirdly invested into the "reasonability" of the pokemon in this au. like i could just stick him with pikachu and call it a day but noooo the lore has to fit and stuff. my brain demands it.

for the first time in a while I used over half of my webglazes in a week? I've been super focused on drawing stuff lately because of tbhx and the amazing tumblr community <3. glaze your artworks!

what is up with pokemon sizes. you're telling me blipbug and orbeetle are the same size? why is seviper over EIGHT feet tall??

#to be hero x #tbhx #tbhx god eye #tbhx enlighter #tbhx qi shi #tu bian yingxiong x #凸变英雄x #supremefloof #pokemon au #tbhx miss j #tbhx juan jie #pokemon #hyperfixation go!!!

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killervelveteenrabbit · 3 days ago

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Reaction to “The Ruler” (S6, E15)

As I mentioned previously, this is the episode that prompted me to start reacting to the .to drops rather than the Disney broadcasts. This episode indirectly calls out some sins of Disney's own, so I strongly expect “The Ruler” to become a “lost” episode, like “The Gatekeeper” ep of “Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur”. This would disappoint me because the Nathmarc/Marcaniel dynamic is exactly what I needed to see when I was younger. Seeing a passionate, uplifting, and wholesome relationship between two boys would have helped me understand that love was not out of reach for someone like me… or at least, it would have made me feel like less of a freak.

We see relatively little of the Anciel household, except that it’s as colorful as Marc himself and it’s a supportive environment. Mostly, we see Nathaniel’s home, which quite frankly gives off Gabriel Agreste vibes: a monochrome palette with one parent holed up to themselves, lost in their design work.

As for the boys’ updated looks, Marc’s eighties-inspired eye make-up slays (and as we later discover, it’s waterproof). As for Nathaniel, people have already commented on the color symbolism of the paint-spattered overalls, but I’m more interested in how his hair still looks good even though Alix isn’t there to touch up the red. And here’s something I noticed not just with Nath, but with Ivan in “El Toro de Piedras”: the new animation engine allows for the rendering of realistic freckles.

Mr. Kurtzberg cluelessly suggests having the knights fight for the affections of Deep Darkness, an obvious villain, claiming it’s “what people want to see.” Rather, it’s what he thinks people want to see. Like many corporate executives and self-appointed cultural arbiters, he doesn’t understand the value of stories told from a minority or niche viewpoint because they think most viewers or readers outside that community won't accept the premise. They don’t understand the transcendent power of a strong narrative to break down barriers and resonate with people, as demonstrated by how much Nathmarc's classmates love their comic, even though not all of them are LGBTQ+.

Some critics of this ep have called the subplot of Marinette’s cold distracting, even gross. But it makes a valuable point about brand-new romance. We try to show our partners our best and most attractive selves at all times, but no one can maintain the illusion forever. Eventually, you will see them (or they will see you) doing something inelegantly, unflatteringly human, and if there's anything to your relationship, it will withstand that shock. (Even so, you’d think Marinette would consider sewing herself a cute surgical mask for hygiene’s sake.)

Frankly, the metaphor associated with Nath and Marc’s comic hits harder than Mjolnir; it’s more than a little on the nose. Perhaps it was the best way the writers could articulate the angst caused by Shirel’s opposition to their relationship within the context of what is supposedly a children’s show.

Speaking of angst, the ending of Nathaniel and Marc’s comic foreshadows harrowing developments for Ladybug and Chat Noir. Rain-Piercer and Sun-Heart risk losing their powers if they reveal their identities, just like LB and CN. Will they also end up in a position where they must choose between their powers and their relationship? And if that happens, will someone be there to rewrite the narrative?

Nathaniel’s bedroom features a huge picture window, filling the space with morning light. But it only emphasizes the muted colors within that room, with only a few hints of color. It’s certainly not as cheerful as Marinette’s room, or Adrien’s, or Alya’s. It symbolizes how Nathaniel is trying to find some light of his own despite his parents’ influence.

Continuing the metaphor, plenty of LGBTQ+ people have accidentally outed themselves by leaving incriminating evidence where the wrong person found it.

Shirel shredding Marc’s manuscript is, of course, a karmic callback to Nathaniel tearing up Marc’s journal back in “Reverser”, the episode that introduced the latter. More upsetting is Nath’s attempt to destroy every trace of his comic, even badgering Marinette to hand over the proofs. Here we see one of the tragedies of homophobia: it forces people to self-censor the best parts of themselves, to destroy the things that bring them joy and make them special, to deprive themselves and the world of all they have to share.

Nathaniel and Marc, aside from Adrien, are the only people who ever figure out that Marinette is the “jet plane”. I can’t tell if this is more foreshadowing or just incidental.

When Shirel drags Nathaniel out of school, she makes at least two references to Nathaniel “going straight,” at least according to the subtitles. No comment.

I guess Shirel never heard about the comics collection the Louvre Collection co-published and showcased in 2009.

Not Nathaniel transforming and bursting out of a closet!

Shirel says she’s making Nathaniel give up comics “for his own good”. It's an argument too many parents have used to justify “tough love” approaches to their queer children, up to and including conversion therapy.

At the end of the episode, Cerise mentions Nathaniel by name, suggesting she’s figured out he’s a Miraculous holder. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been that hard. Ladybug yelled out his whole government name when she told him to scram. And then a Miraculer showed up, fighting the villain du jour with art supplies, going after her like he had a personal stake in the fight. Between all that, I fear Caprikid has tipped his hoof.

The scene on Marinette’s roof gives “Adrien: The Fragrance” a brand new meaning.

Shirel’s tearful reaction to her son’s comic suggests she didn’t even read Marc’s manuscript before destroying it, not unlike moral guardians who try to ban books they haven’t even read. The epilogue continues that theme, with Marc's observations about how their comic had “effects in real life” and how they were “attacked for talking about love.”

In that context, the mutual reveal of Nath and Marc’s superhero identities does more than parallel the events in their comic. It symbolizes the power of queer visibility. Marc helps Nath discover his bisexuality; later, Nath gives Marc the courage to reveal himself as Rooster Bold. Coming out does more than assert our autonomy; it supports other people who aren’t out yet, showing them that they are not alone and giving them the confidence to live their own truth, to follow their own path.

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 6 #ml season 6 spoilers #the ruler #ml the ruler #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #shirel kurtzberg #caprikid #rooster bold #nathmarc #marcaniel #lgbtqia+#homophobia #coming out #rain-piercer and sun-heart

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harpval002 · 2 days ago

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College au to get me through finals. (Sae.)

🌿🌸Spring Fair🌼🫧

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The end of the semester is here and you’ve just barely made it. You’re alive, your finals are done, and you feel like you’re thriving.

You catch a glimpse of the auburn haired boy, his back turned to you as he stand beside some of his teammates playing cornhole. A glistening white snow cone in hand. You think maybe it was lemon, but knowing the man it was probably just shaved ice. You recall his hatred of fries.

“Sae,” you call as you approach him. He’s the last of the three boys he’s standing beside to glance over, though you pay the others no mind. It’ll only be fast, and it’s the end of the year. They’re also probably drunk, maybe.

He greets you with a cocked brow, head turned over his shoulder.

“Did you need something?”

“No, but you do. Give me your wrist.” By this point his teammates had turned around, bickering about one of them cheating at the bag game. Sae’s eyes however remained on you.

“Pardon?”

“Sae, give me your wrist.” You motion with your free hand for him to hold out his. Reluctantly his arm is extended towards you, pale skin bright beneath the sun. Before he can pull his hand away you pull a small bracelet out from your bag—made from embroidery floss.

You feel his gorgeous turquoise eyes on you for the duration of the time spent securing the bracelet to his wrist. You’re relieved he doesn’t withdraw his wrist, and a little surprised he allowed you to tie something to his wrist without question. Much less the pretty bracelet you made for him at one of the sorority booths. A similar one—but not identical—also secured safely around your wrist.

The sun beams down on your back, adding fuel to the fire of your flushed cheeks. You hook a finger beneath the bracelet and give it a few gentle tugs for security, a grin finding his way to your lips before you meet his gaze once more. His eyes seeming to have never left you.

“I made it at one of the sorority booths.” You slip your hands into your back pockets, head cocked to the side as you wear your nervous smile with faux pride. You watch as he examines the bracelet, the sun casting light onto the flat of his nose bridge and the height of his cheeks. He looked heavenly, you’d bask in that glow any day.

“They hand this out?” His voice comes out stoic and dry.

“No, I made it.” You clarify a bit too fast. His eyes flicker upward, lashes lifting as he stares at you. Almost picking you apart. You knew he wasn’t mad, you’ve become accustomed to his strange reactions after working with him for the semester.

“Oh,” his breath escapes him as he looks to the piece of jewelry one more time. The colors deliberate, and the design intricate. He says nothing, though he notes every intentional detail.

“I didn’t get you anything.” He meets your gaze again with his head cocked to the side. A small crease in his brow, a small window into a minor frustration. You only smile, shifting your weight between your feet.

“It’s fine, it’s a gift. Wanted to do something nice for my semester partner, yeah?” Your words earn a small huff of air from him, instead of a laugh you can only assume. He nods.

He does in fact get teased by his teammates for the remainder of the day. Any time you wave at him they’re already poking fun at him. He doesn’t take the bracelet off, ever—just claims that he “forgets about it.”

You’re sad you can’t find him anywhere after that—meanwhile he’s already hunting the fair for something to get you. Thinks it’s all distasteful. Gets you a stuffed animal.

It was a piña colada snow cone.

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fruit-fight · 2 days ago

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YOU GET IT!

Hear me out!( Ramble that quickly turned into a dialogue mini fic)

Wukong finally starts to understand the beef when he starts attending PTA with Macaque, so he's like, "dw babe, watch this." And decides to show off their son's other 50% which as we all know is gremlin little shit(who also happens to be FILTHY rich). Imagine one of her kids is a fan of Monkey King(he's all over children's media), and another is a friend of Xiaoxing, so both get invited to his birthday. Linda has to go or she looks petty and can't pull the old "well you can't expect everyone to be available at the same time" bc Mac made a point to invite her and her sons, personally, in front of everyone including her sons. Her babies even got their own individual royal RSVP cards to feel grown up. She looks at the location. It's FFM and free, SAFE, transportation is provided. Wukong is standing behind Mac, looking far too pleased despite doing everything he can over the centuries to keep people out. Her sons are estatic. She can't refuse or bash it. But she's too stubborn to trust sending her boys only, so she's coming.

Wukong remodeled everything back to its glory days. The cave tunnel system are all rustic, beautifully carved hallways of the mountain that's technically a palace on the inside with modern touches in the more "commonly used" areas, like tech and plumbing(✨️Magic✨️) and hand painted murals. The mountain is literally a stone palace! The weather is perfection. The Monkies are perfectly mannered, gentle, and playful with all the kids Xiaoxing invited, and avoid Linda like the plague after she huffed and puffed about animals loving her. To the point it was almost comical watching them go out of their way to get away from her, a bold young one going so far as to throw a nut at her head to give another the chance to escape(theyre all over Macaque as usual tho). And the beaches are pristine.

Wukong worked on it for months just to see Linda's face as Mac had the time of his life rubbing it all in.

Macaque: "Oh, Linda, I'm sure your 5th husband would have party prepped an entire island, and payed for all the cantering, and bought a pile of expensive gifts, and payed for all the set up, and still be an amazing stay at home dad if you gave him the chance. Or was it the 3rd? Which one are you on now? I can't remember. At least you never get back with an ex, you're so much stronger than Wukong and I, in that regard. Guess we can't seem to let the other go" *sighs wistfully*

Wukong: *Slides up next to them with brightly colored drinks* Hey Mrs. ___! Hello, beautiful~ the Nannies you're sister recommended just arrived and bar is now open~

Linda, desperately latching onto the only thing she can complain about: Hello, Mr. Sun~ that sounds fun but I gave up most alcohol after my first litter, besides this is a children's birthday party. I wouldn't want that to be what breaks my streak. It'd be irresponsible of me.

Shadowpeach: *bombastic side eye*

Wukong: Well, that's no problem, everyone to their own. Virgin is an option for most drinks, and I caught that 'most', plum wine, and peach wine are both options available. Also there will be karaoke for the kids soon soooo

Macaque, genuinely surprised and pleased: *gasp* Plum wine?! You got my favorite? I haven't had that in forever!

Wukong: one correction, I made Plum wine with the grove I grew here for you. And yeah, I noticed you haven't had the chance to relax were you weren't to tired to bother with alcohol so I picked up a couple old hobbies. I had the time to kill anyway for a bit of research. Surprise!

Macaque, genuinely touched and lowkey forgetting the act for a second: Oh, mango, thats so sweet🥰

Linda:

Wukong: That reminds me, I'm also giving mango wine a go, so that'll be out of the cellar in a few months for taste testing.

Macaque, remembering himself and trying really hard(failing) to get his shit together: That'll be fun!

Linda, lowkey fuming as she watches the exchange: I'm sure. So what is that you have there Mr. Sun?~

Wukong, legit forgot she was there for a sec: oh! Right! *hands a rainbow drink to Macaque* This is a drink I saw online. Thought it would be fun to try.

They both take a sip.

Wukong: Oh!

Macaque: This is actually really good, what's it called?

Wukong, already giggling: Sex on the Beach

Macaque, rolling his eyes fondly: So Mature. Though that does remind me~ You worked so hard to make today perfect for Xiaoxing, how will I ever thank you?~

Wukong, caught a little off guard: *Stares. Looks down at his drink as though asking what was in it before deciding he didn't care rn. Looks back up at Macaque, processes. Glances down at the drink again before finally focusing on Mac and responding* I might be feeling inspired~

Linda, actually loosing her mind at being pushed aside so casually so many times: Maybe I will have a little treat for Mommy. Wukong, you seem to know your stuff, any recommendations?~

Wukong: I'm sure you'll get a much more interesting answer out of our bartender. Anyway, peach! You want me to adjust your dampening spell now or later? One of the kids seem really excited about Frozen.

Macaque, delighted by the way Linda's face crumpled at being brushed off by Wukong: I can wait until they pull out the machine, thank you mango~ *pecks his cheek just to rub it in*

Linda finally huffed and stomped off toward the bar as dignified as she can manage, leaving Macaque giggling into Wukongs shoulder. Wukong trying not to laugh as he watches her stumble through the sand on unfamiliar paws.

Wukong: Well pissing her off was fun

Macaque: Right! Did you see her face after she asked for a drink? I think she expected you to fetch it for her!

Wukong: I did! Dumb bitch. I'm literally a king. Even if I was interested, expecting me to wait on you is not how you flirt with me.

Macaque: I don't know~ you seem pretty eager to serve me last week~ you look so pretty on your knees.

Wukong: Stfu. I'm gonna go check on the other parents.

Macaque: Okay, I'm gonna go check on the kids and let the caterers know they can bring out the popsicles now.

When are you gonna drop a Linda design? I need to draw the beef!/silly

- @fruit-fight

Give me an animal to base her off of and I’ll get to work💃💃

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matts-girlfriend · 1 day ago

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It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 15

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

He left the house without looking back.

Didn’t say a word to her stepdad. Didn’t glance at the room they were just in. Didn’t breathe until he hit the street and the cold air slapped him in the face like a fucking reminder.

He lost. Again.

She meant it.

That whole speech, his whole fucking soul on display and she still looked at him with those glassy eyes and said,

“I think we need to just be friends.”

He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh, but it wasn’t funny.

Nothing was fucking funny.

He got in the car, gripping the wheel like it might steady him. Like it could hold him together when everything else was splitting at the seams.

His jaw ached from clenching it too tight.

“Friends,” he muttered, mocking her voice under his breath like a bitter asshole. “Sure. Fucking besties.”

But it didn’t help. Didn’t clear his head. Didn’t fix the feeling in his chest like something was sitting there heavy, unmovable.

It was her.

That look in her eyes when she said it—“I think we need to just be friends.”

She didn’t cry. Didn’t yell. Just said it with this quiet, tired finality that fucking wrecked him.

His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight the leather creaked. For a second, he just sat there, the engine off, staring at his own reflection in the rearview.

He looked like hell.

And all he could think was — What the fuck did I just do?

How did it get here?

He tried to rewind the moment in his head. Back to the moment he followed her up to the office, her hand brushing his arm like she needed him to shut up and just walk. The way she acted so normal in front of her stepdad — eyes flat, voice steady. Like she’d practiced being fine.

He didn’t say anything till the door shut behind them. He couldn’t.

But the second they were alone, she turned to him with that look guard up, voice sharp, and asked, “Why are you here, Chris?”

And he told her. All of it. The truth, finally. That he didn’t mean what he said in the hotel. That he got scared and bluffed and said shit he didn’t mean because feelings real ones weren’t part of the plan. Not for him. Not for her.

And she just looked at him like he was a stranger.

She talked about how from her side, it felt like a fucking joke. He was gone in the morning, and when she walked out, she heard him talking shit about her to his brother.

He tried to explain — tried to tell her he didn’t mean it, that he was trying to protect something, maybe himself, maybe her, he didn’t fucking know. But she scoffed like she’d already heard it all before.

She said they were stupid for even thinking it could work.

And then she said the worst part — “You don’t know me.”

And that… that was when something snapped.

Because he did know her.

He knew that her favorite color was green not just because it looked good on her, but because she said if the world could only be one color, she’d want it to be green. Said it felt like hope.

He knew she loved makeup, sure. But he also knew she wanted to be a social worker. That she didn’t talk about it much because she didn’t think she was smart enough or stable enough or enough, period. But she wanted to help kids like her. Like Ava.

He knew she blamed herself every time that asshole stepfather of hers so much as looked at Ava wrong. Knew she carried the weight like it was her fault. Knew she’d burn the whole world down to protect her little sister, even if it meant burning herself in the process.

And he told her all of that.

Said it right to her face.

And then he watched as she blinked — just once. A tear slipped out, quick. But she didn’t crumble. She didn’t break. She just looked at him like maybe, maybe for one second, she believed him.

And then she said it.

“I think we need to just be friends.”

No yelling. No drama. Just those words, soft and final.

And Chris nodded.

He fucking nodded.

Because what else was he supposed to do? Get on his knees? Beg?

He wasn’t the guy who begged. He never had been.

But now, sitting in his car with his fists clenched and his throat tight, he was starting to think maybe he would’ve.

If she asked.

Because now, after all of it, the weight hit him full force.

He didn’t just care about her.

He didn’t just want her.

He was in love with her.

Fuck.

He let out a breath that sounded like it got punched out of him.

“I’m in love with her,” he muttered. Like saying it out loud would make it less terrifying. Less real.

But it didn’t.

It just made him feel sick.

Because he was in love with a girl who wanted to be friends.

A girl who didn’t trust him anymore. Who probably never would.

He started the engine, knuckles white on the wheel.

No music. No noise.

Just the sound of his world quietly coming apart.

a/n: i feel gutted.

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lookinghalfacorpse · 1 day ago

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Unicorn!Dream being like one of those dappled horses, the ones who are born either black or grey and turn white with age, so he’s got this pretty coat of light grey with white spots that Techno later on realizes is essentially baby spots when he gets a dapple horse of his own. The person he got it from tells him “Oh it’ll turn white with age just letting you know, as youngsters they have that dappling before turning all white.” Queue him going through all the horse info books and rambling to Philza about all the info and the two going “Baby” every time they see Dream.

OMG yeah!!!! i also like the idea of brown/tan because it would look really nice with his green eyes :) just a light dusting of color around his shoulders and hips/thighs, maybe some spotting along his legs and neck. there was more when he was a kid, but it's been fading over time.

techno only discovering it from one of his horses fheipafhp. he rants about it to philza after he's teleported out of the prison. he's going on and on about how bad dream looks and the conditions that he's in and he just ends it with "and he's got baby spots like [insert horse name here]"

phil knows right away that things are going to change in a major way

#asks #unicorn thoughts

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tinyraptorhands · 2 days ago

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Just A Spark pt. 1

(CW: eventually smut, soulmate au, MDNI)

-Fly away-

The concept was terrifying.

More terrifying than flying halfway across the world.

More terrifying than learning a new language.

More terrifying than living in a new culture entirely.

And suprisingly, more terrifying than finding out you left your bank card back in your home country, in your childhood room.

Well. Thank God for turning over a new leaf and payments by phone.

So what was more terrifying than all this combined?

Soulmates.

Everyone had one. And it was inevitable you would find yours one day. You would share your pain, your life, and your death with them. They would die if you died, and visa versa.

The only way of knowing when you found your soul mate? Well, your parents explained it to you thusly;

"Your father and I met on the train station to New York. My eyes met his, and suddenly a burst of warmth overcame me. It was like I was seeing colors for the first time ever, like noises became amplified and even my nose could smell better." She had said, blushing like a school girl while she recalled it. Your father kneeled next to you.

"Shes right. Its like nothing can stop you from going towards them. Because the stars will make sure you run into them, whether you want to or not." He said, holding up a pinky. Your mother connected hers with his, both their birthmarks matched perfectly, glowing pink. They were shaped like a daisy.

That was another marker. The birthmark one was born with, would be in the same place as their soul mates, with the same symbol or shape. When aligned, it would glow that pretty soft pink-and give each of them a feeling of pure euphoria.

You looked down at your little foot. You had just gotten your mark at ten years of age.

It...looked like a...star? No, like a burning star. A spark. Your mother said it was beautiful.

And you hated it.

Hated having to be tied to someone. To share their pain, their very heartbeats. All aligned to you by some invisible fate.

Well, you weren't going to stand for it.

That day, you made a vow. You wouldn't ever let some random god or the universe fuck with your future!

So, you did research. Most, if not all soulmates found themselves in their own countries. This meant if you traveled overseas, the likelihood of you running into said soul mate would be next to nil.

Perfect.

So, your little ten year old hands scrambled to the computer that very same day, and looked up the farthest place you could think of.

Japan.

And with that in mind, you had a goal. Tangible, and possible.

Which lead you to here, in Musutafu airport, waiting for your bag to come off the carousel.

Genuinely, you had gotten into the idea of teaching English. You had wanted to be a teacher since you were young, and this was an amazing way to do it. You were hired at one of the most prestigious private schools in Japan-and it also happened to be a hero school.

U.A. High School.

While you were no hero, you found the open position for their General Studies courses-so there was no issue on that end. When you graduated your University with honors, they helped you get the position squared away.

So. 23 and fresh faced (thank God for hydrating face masks), you beamed as you saw your suitcases.

"Let's go." You said quietly to yourself. "To a new life, and to a new chapter!" You quickly made your way out of the airport, and towards the rows of taxis awaiting outside.

A few hours earlier...

"Ugh. Can't stand boring patrols." Katsuki Bakugo-AKA Dynamight-griped, biting into the spicy curry bun. He was perched on a rooftop with Izuku Midoriya, or rather Deku- who was eating his less spicy curry bun.

"Think of it this way, Kacchan. Boring means everyone's safe!" The green haired man said.

Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Sure, whatever sensei." He smirked. Izuku rolled his eyes. They peered down below at the busy streets, and Katsuki looked at his childhood rival. "Oh, yeah. Heard you found your soul mate or whatever?"

Izuku blushed. "W-well, yeah. It..uh, turned out it was Uraraka the whole time."

"Round cheeks?" Karsuki huffed. "Fuckin' knew it. You two always were googly eyed, even in high school." He said, bored. Izuku blushed harder.

"W-what!? We were!? I-I mean-" Izuku went into full flustered mode, and Katsuki barked out a laugh.

"Good thing I told you to actually wake up and smell the roses, nerd." Katsuki said. "...even though you basically told me to pound sand right after asking you to be a part of my agency before that." He added the last part quietly.

"Kacchan, I can't be a proper rival if I'm working for you."

"...Semantics." The blonde grumbled. Izuku laughed.

"Oh, right! We have a new english teacher coming to U.A. She's going to be a part of the general courses, but Principal Nezu and All Might want me to show her around the campus. Help her get acclimated." Izuku said, smiling enthusiastically. Katsuki rolled his eyes, his mouth full of his bun.

"Thaths Ooh Aye's golden boy for ya." He said, food spittle landing on his pants. He grimaced, wiping the food off. Izuku chuckled.

"Kacchan, I doubt I'm their...'golden boy'." He crumpled up his trash, holding out a hand for Katsuki's own wrappers. Katsuki gave him his trash.

"Seriously? Of course you are. All Might's little successor? Now quirkless boy wonder?" Katsuki deadpanned. Izuku laughed.

"Because all of you bought me this suit. I couldn't have done it without you all-especially you, Kacchan." He smiled warmly. Katsuki huffed.

"Well...it got you off your ass and now you're...eh, useful-I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Kacchan, I'm higher than you in the hero ranks-"

"AAAaanyways!" He got up, adjusting his gauntlets as he put them on. "So you're gonna be wasting time showing some extra the ropes of U.A.?"

"Oh, it shouldn't be too time consuming! She's coming from America on a permanent working visa."

"Oh. So that's why they're makin' ya a little tour guide." He said, pulling down his mask. "Some idiot foreigner is gonna take up all your working time, huh? Probably can't even use chopsticks and think everything's like an anime." He groused, "Just what U.A. needs..."

Izuku threw the trash out on the rooftop waste bin. "C'mon. Don't be like that. I hear she's extremely smart. Very accredited. And fluent in Japanese, of course." He looked over at Katsuki. "You're just mad that I took more time doing extra stuff that doesn't involve this." He gestured to his suit. Katsuki yet again rolled his eyes.

"Please. Whether you do shit with the suit or not isn't my problem."

"You just said before-"

"It just means I'll rank higher than you, dumbass." He smirked, and perched his foot on the rooftop lodge. "Now let's get going. Wanna get home early today."

"Oh!" Izuku came to his side, getting ready to take off, "for that All Might documentary movie?! They're airing it tonight, I'm excited for it, too!"

"N-no! I just wanna get some...me time!" He huffed, "besides..." he looked away. "I got it already set to record."

Izuku smiled. "We'll have to compare notes on it, then!"

"Oi, who takes notes on a movie!?"

The two took off, and Katsuki looked up at the horizon-a plane making its landing dotted the distance.

Just another day in Japan.

-All Clear For Landing-

#bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x female reader #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha

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