#and yes i made a pun with the ages bit

[psychoana16]

It's been AGES since I last posted a drawing here o Tumblr, but since it's trending, I'll give it a try!

Here's Biolizard I drew yesterday, our big boi who's finally coming back!! We missed you!

[spicycinnabun]

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Eddie turned around, finding none other than the flower nazi. His nametag actually said Steve. 

He had a leaf stuck in his hair, and his nose was abnormally rosy. Going by that and his nasal tone, he clearly had a cold. He sneezed, then looked annoyed at himself for doing so. “Ugh, sorry,” he apologized. 

He was fucking adorable. It made Eddie smile. “Don’t be. I don’t really need help.” Not with flowers, anyway, just with everything else about his life. “I’m only browsing.” 

It was a weird response, he realized. A guy like him, who looked like he belonged anywhere else, loitering in a shop like this. Just browsing. Right. Steve probably thought he was a creep. 

Steve was surprised to hear that the man wasn’t looking for anything. Last time, he had bought something, so Steve had assumed he was a returning customer. He had been staring at the wedding arrangement, so maybe he was trying to figure out if Harrington Floral was the best place to get them from.

“That’s some talent you’ve got,” Eddie added, pointing to the display.

Steve felt himself flush. “Thanks,” he said softly, ducking his head bashfully. It wasn’t usually guys who were doling out compliments on the displays. Typically, they just asked for his advice on what they should buy for their significant others.

The redness that bloomed on Steve’s cheeks was just plain delightful. It could have been due to his illness, but Eddie was pretty sure it was a reaction to his compliment. His smile widened. “You made it, right?”

“Yes, I did. I make all the displays.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, missing the leaf by a mere centimeter. “I think I saw you last month when I was building one in the window over there. Are you sure you’re not interested in anything?”

Instead of answering, Eddie reached out and plucked the leaf out of Steve’s hair. “Sorry, you had a little bud-dy trying to catch a ride there. Was distracting the hell out of me.” Eddie showed him the small, curvy leaf. 

Steve laughed, which made him cough a little. After clearing his throat, he got back to business. Steve was all about closing a sale, so he pushed a little. “Are you or someone you know getting married? I can, uh…” he thought quickly, “give you a free bouquet as a testimony to how well our flowers will hold up. I was just pruning the roses before you came in. What do you think about a bouquet of them?”

Steve remembered Eddie. And he’d laughed at Eddie’s horrible pun. But Eddie was caught off guard by the questions and the offering. Steve was observant. “I can’t let you do that,” he said. “My uncle is getting married. Hopefully. He hasn’t popped the question yet.”

It would be kind of terrible of him to accept free flowers if it didn’t work out and they never ordered any.

“That’s exciting,” Steve responded.

Genuinely, he felt like it was. Steve loved love. Working in a flower shop would be hard if he was bitter about being single. Also, the fact that someone else around his age wasn’t getting married made him feel a bit better about his own love life. Lately, it seemed like all his friends were getting hitched.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, contemplating. He pocketed the little leaf. “I’m meeting the bride-to-be tonight. I suppose making a nice first impression wouldn’t be a bad idea.” He could give the flowers to Wayne to present to Kathleen when she came over. “How much for half a dozen?”

That was probably all he could afford, but he would be paying.

Eddie wasn’t selling as much anymore. Just weed, no powders or pills. Not since he’d discovered that one of his regulars had recently overdosed on Molly. He was at least partially responsible for that. He should have questioned the steadily increasing amount the guy was buying, but he had only been thinking about the money.

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.” Steve had no intention of taking any money for the bouquet. 

He walked around the store and started building it. Steve picked out four roses in red and pink, then added two pastel-dyed Asiatic lilies and sprinkled in a few strands of baby’s breath.

When he was finished, he went to the counter to put them down. He grabbed the twine and unrolled some tissue paper. “I’m sure there won’t be any more customers tonight. I’m kind of in charge, so I can totally give you these for free. Because I want to.”

Eddie pressed his lips together briefly, walking over and planting his forearms on the counter. He wasn’t some charity case. He didn’t like having debts, either. Maybe Steve had seen the type of clothes he wore and automatically assumed Eddie was trailer park trash who couldn’t afford it.

But Steve was smiling at him, looking sweet as a goddamn sugar cookie, and Eddie relaxed, rejecting the thought. That just didn’t seem right.

(Though why Steve wanted to give anyone, let alone Eddie, free flowers was a mystery.)

“You’re the boss, huh?” Eddie said. Steve looked young to own the shop, but maybe he was one of the Harringtons.

The name rang a bell. Steve Harrington. Dustin used to talk about a Steve during D&D. Gushed more than talked, really. Was he the same one?

“Technically, it’s my mom’s shop, but I’ve been running it for a while now,” Steve said. He couldn’t take all the credit.

Eddie gently drummed the counter, rings click-clacking as he watched those nimble fingers cut, tie, and wrap. His mom’s store. Well, wasn’t that precious.

Steve gave the bouquet one last critical look and a fluff with his fingers before handing it over. “With these, I think you’ll make the best impression. Maybe your uncle will even pop the question tonight!” Steve was excited for the groom to be even though he didn’t know him.

Eddie accepted the bouquet and looked down at it. “Thank you. It’s stunning.” Kind of like you.

He didn’t say that last part out loud, though he thought it hard enough that he’d probably projected it into Steve’s head.

Steve felt his face heat again. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way to the compliments. When women complimented his arrangements, he barely blinked.

Eddie brought the bouquet to his nose to smell its perfume. It brought another smile to his face before he lowered it. If Kathleen didn’t end up liking them, she was crazy.

Steve watched Eddie, grinning. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze flickered up. He lowered the bouquet. Why were they both smiling like fucking idiots? “Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie. Let me get you a card—you know, in case your uncle does propose and will need flowers from somewhere.” Steve grabbed one of the embellished business cards from the stack beside the register.  

Eddie reached out to take it, and Steve sneezed again just as their fingers brushed. It was a big sneeze that made his face screw up and nearly blew him backward. Luckily, he managed to cover his nose before he bombed Eddie. Eddie tried not to laugh at his irritated expression and soft whine as he sniffled.

Eddie pocketed the card and tugged his handkerchief out at the same time. “Here,” he offered kindly, holding it out to Steve.

It was his favorite hanky, his pirate one with the skull and bones, but it was the least he could do. 

Without thinking much about it, Steve took it and blew his nose. He let out a soft sigh, feeling a little better. Then he realized what he’d done. “Sorry…this is kinda gross now. Do you want it back?” 

“Oh no—no, that’s yours now,” Eddie said hastily. “I insist. Consider it a token of my gratitude.” He lowered himself in a teasing bow. “Farewell, Steve, fine sir.”

So, so fine. Even with all the snot.

Eddie backed out of the store, still bent over for extra theatricality. When he straightened up, Steve looked confused but was red in the cheeks again. Score.

On the ride home, Eddie almost missed a turn because he kept glancing at the bouquet.

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co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕

[quotidian-oblivion]

ok. fine. guys. Full disclosure.

I was a superman hater. Like I hated that guy. Big blue boy scout? All noble and never does any wrong? Beefy and handsome all brawn? Gets defeated by any semblance of brains? All of his fights consist of him smashing things around and yelling and grunting?

Nah. Don't like him.

But

But.

MAWS? Yeah no, I've seen like only four episodes and I already am a Superman LOVER is what I am now. Like that is characterization to the best!

LIKE YES! ANIME MAGICAL GIRL SUPERMAN? THAT IS EXACTLY WHO SUPERMAN SHOULD BE. HE IS A MAGICAL ANIME GIRL WITH THE SAME PERSONALITY AND AWKWARDNESS EXCEPT IN WHITE BOY FLAVOR. GIMME. NOM.

Handsome body, but cutie patootie face is exactly what he should look like. And a big damn softie and Good Person is what he should be on the inside and outside. I don't want him mean or confident or ugh Noble. I want him a little bit gullible and a little bit innocent, and I want him to be Confident in a way where he's confident in himself and feels comfortable with himself. And I want him to have a noble heart, not be Noble.

You get me? That is good characterization.

And him being THE most awkward and stuttery little buff cutie guy? Yes. That is exactly who Clark Kent is. Superman is Clark Kent's disguise. Clark Kent should not be Superman's disguise. Because Ma and Pa ain't raise no Superman nah, they raised a son. And Clark Kent is a son. Superman is a sun (to the people of Metropolis and also gets his powers from the sun, didja get the pun? OH MY GOD THAT RHYMED).

AND LOIS LANE?

OH DO NOT EVEN.

THAT IS A WOMAN WRITTEN RIGHT. LIKE YES SHE HAS HUMAN FAULTS WHERE SHE LEARNS TO OVERCOME THEM! YES SHE ISNT GIRLY BUT SHE ISNT COMPLETELY TOMBOY EITHER BUT COMFORTABLE IN HER OWN SKIN! YES SHE GETS EQUALLY FLUSTERED JUST LIKE CLARK AND ISNT ARROGANT OR LOOKING DOWN AT CLARK IN FAVOR OF SUPERMAN! YES SHE IS A STUBBORN LITTLE GAL PAL WHO NEVER GIVES UP BUT ALSO KNOWS WHEN IT IS RIGHT TO DO SO!

AND FUCK YES SHE FIGURED OUT WHO SUPERMAN IS HERSELF BECAUSE SHE IS AN INDEPENDENT AMAZING WOMAN WITH BRAINS!

And don't even get me started on Jimmy. I like that he actually is there and not pushed aside like he always is 😭 Please, I love Jimmy and I love that he and Lois are like besties so far. I really hope nothing bad happens to his friendship with the other two, I can already see him third-wheeling.

Also, I will never shut up about how the best characterisation I've seen of Superman in ages is him being a magic anime girl. He's a special little flower.

ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THAT HOW MA IS THE ONE TO GIVE HIM THE UNDERWEAR ABOVE THE SUIT BECAUSE I SUDDENLY HAVE A DEEP RESPECT FRO THE SHORTS NOW BECAUSE MA MADE IT WITH HER BARE FUCKING HANDS WHICH ARE HARDENED BY THE LOVE AND WORK SHE DOES FOR HER LITTLE BOY.

[mrs-kodzuken]

Can I have a timeskip!Ushijima comfort fic? Like Ushi doesn't understand the concept of skinship like holding hands and hugs so he often shrugs off reader's attempts in skinships, which of course made reader feel sad ㅠㅠ

Thank you and have a nice day! <3

Understanding you ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: slight angst to comfort/fluff

CW: fem!reader, inexperienced in relationships!Wakatoshi, slight angst from ushi :( , fluff and comfort all in the end :)) , maybe some self deprecation from reader, best friends with tendou, communication is always key

note: thank you for requesting this! I hope it’s up to your expectations, sugar!! <3

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Being the girlfriend of the Wakatoshi Ushijima was something I didn’t expect would hurt this much. As his girlfriend, I understood the importance of volleyball since it quite literally is his career path. However, being in a relationship is a whole other aspect to think about.

There never really was anything that really stood out to me about his wrongdoings. He always made it to every dinner plan, he didn’t forget the classic month to month anniversaries, he seemed like he was just a gift from heaven.

I knew it was too good to be true when I realized we, or I, was severely lacking in the physical department of our relationship.

Ushijima and I never really got closer within touching or skin-ship distance. That really sucked for me and hurt my feelings since he aced every other aspect of our relationship, no pun intended.

I wasn’t sure if he was just uncomfortable with touching me or if he had some kind of weird feeling about touching me. However, with physical touch being my number one priority of love language I wasn’t sure how to go about telling him my feelings.

Giving Wakatoshi free rein to plan out his schedule, except for date nights, was a must. He is a grown man and I’m not his mother, but I always felt bad when there was something important, like this, to be talked about.

I couldn’t help but to bite my lip as I stared at our private text messages. His contact name, ‘Ushi baby’ stared right back at me whilst I tried to work up the courage to send a text.

Deciding against it, I threw my phone onto my bed and sighed loudly. He was at practice and had a game tomorrow so I didn’t want to bother him or cloud his mind with meaningless things like what I need to talk about.

I couldn’t help to wallow in my own pity. The clock on my white painted walls doing nothing but making the sound of ticking throughout my room which eventually annoyed me enough to leave.

It was around the time for Ushi’s practice to be over and I really wanted him to come over, I just didn’t know how everything would go.

Whenever we had first started dating I got introduced, and interviewed, by Wakatoshi’s best friend, Tendou. And now, Tendou was one of my closest friends so I decided to call the Chocolatier himself for support.

After the phone had rang for three seconds it picked up, “Hello! Hello!” the familiar voice sounded throughout my kitchen.

“Hey Ten! I am in need of advice and company.” I admitted due to the facetime call revealing his apron on with some stains of colors on it.

“Oh really?” He asked, drawing out the ‘really’.

“Yes, really. I need to talk to Wakatoshi, I’m just not sure how. Any ideas?”

“That depends on what you’re going to talk to him about. Saying the wrong thing could make him easily misunderstand what you mean and vice versa.” Tendou tried to poetically explain, as if I didn’t already know that.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m feeling a bit.. lonely in our relationship lately. I need more physical affection from him and I’m not sure how to really bring it up because times that’s happened before.”

That little spill from me made memories pop up into my head of Ushijima rejecting my attempts for physical love.

I could only remember how he shrugged himself away from holding my hand or kissing me after I brought him a well-balanced lunch meal one day during practice.

I never felt more embarrassed or ashamed in my life. My own boyfriend rejected my advances to give him, and to receive love from him in front of his entire team.

It wasn’t the only time that that had happened. I tried doing it behind closed doors just in case he didn’t like publicly displaying affection. However, that didn’t work either when he moved away from me one night after being out to dinner.

From that point on it’s just been messaging, very little facetime, some phone calls, and occasionally visiting each other’s apartment. I wasn’t sure how to proceed with this, and I certainly didn’t think it was anywhere near enough to breaking up.

However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt my feelings nor have been continuing to hurt them. Whether on purpose or not.

With Ushijima being a member of the Schweiden Adlers, I knew some of his teammates and occasionally talked with them about how my boyfriend was doing time to time.

However, I couldn’t help to not reach out to them within the last couple of weeks. I didn’t have the courage to confidently ask about him.

Tendou’s voice brought me back to where I needed to be, which was having this conversation to communicate my needs across to him.

“And since knowing him for a while helps my understanding, I think a simple conversation would do the trick. Honestly, I’m not sure why you called if you knew that too?” He questioned me, eyes peering dangerously close to mine through the tiny phone screen.

I bit my lip, “It’s just… he has a game tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin that by spouting dumb nonsense about how I’m not feeling this or that from him.”

Growing up, I’ve always considered other peoples thoughts, opinions, feelings before mine. It was just the kind of person I was, and now it hurts me the most when I need to express myself.

“Girl. Fuck that game.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Yes Wakatoshi loves his career and it’ll always be there but you’re something in his life that can disappear at any moment. I think he’d want to know,” Tendou tried reasoning with my dumb logic as he pointed a wooden spoon in my direction.

I gave up. I knew in the back of my mind that Tendou was definitely right and I wasn’t but it was my own self that was keeping me from doing what I needed to do.

“Alright, I think I’ll ask him to come over tonight then.” I tried to say confidently after I made up my mind of what needed to be done.

“Great! When I’m in Tokyo next I’ll be sure to bring a little something for you and him.” Tendou winked at me before ending the facetime call.

That only left me to do one thing, text my boyfriend. I quickly sent him a text asking if it would be okay for him to come over after practice.

My nerves were all over the place as I waited for the tall, olive haired man to show up at my place.

Soon the door bell brought me out of my mind trance and when I opened the door I saw the one and only Ushijima.

“Hey Toshi, come in,” I widened the door after taking a good look at him.

It seemed like he came here right out of practice, he was still in his whole practice uniform. His usual stoic face didn’t change once I sat down on to my living room couch.

“Is something the matter, (Y/n)?” He bluntly asked, getting straight to the point with me.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, “Yes, Toshi. There is something the matter. My feelings are hurt and have been hurt for a while due to the lack of physical touch in our relationship.” I paused for a moment to look over his face.

He seemed to be intently listening on every word I was saying which gave me the impression to keep going.

“I just want more skin ship with you like hugging, kissing, hang holding, or even just sitting beside you with arms touching. I feel deprived of that because you seem to always move away when I try to initiate it. Is there a reason or..?” I trailed off, finishing what I was saying and asking a question to see his side.

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, (Y/n). I don’t understand the idea of that. It makes you feel more loved than usual?” He asked, trying to work around in his head of what I had mentioned.

“Well, yes. Without it I feel upset or rejected by you sometimes.” I hung my head low a bit, it was embarrassing having to discuss this. However, I was always one to get embarrassed or ashamed at anything I needed.

“I will try, for you.” He promised, his large hand reaching over to me and placing it on my knee. He was very warm and it traveled through my body.

I smiled a bit, “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

I scooted closer to him on the couch and he gave me his one million dollar small smile that I love. His arms wrapped around my shoulders whilst I hugged his torso. His lean but built, very built, body touched my soft one, I loved this feeling.

We stayed like that for a minute, nothing heard but the low volume of my living room TV and our breathing.

“Thank you, Toshi. I really appreciate that you’ll try for me.” I pulled away, already missing the hug but needing to say that to his face.

“Of course, love.” His hand came up to caress my face and I leaned into his touch.

The aching in my heart and body went away after discussing that with him. It was all just a bit miscommunication which was easily fixed after I expressed what I needed to.

I couldn’t be more content.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed anon!! I’m terrible at writing for Ushijima but thank you for helping me extend the people I can write for :))

you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!

[rememberingliampayne]

Dear Liam,

I'm going to miss you so very much. I'm going to miss opening your snapchat stories, I'm going to miss watching your tiktoks and I'm going to miss hearing your new music. You were such a huge part of my life, even if you never knew me.

I was around 6 years old when what makes you beautiful was released. I live in Canada and One Direction was the only thing every girl in my class talked about. I was wearing one direction pajamas to bed every night and had a 1D backpack just like every other girl my age. However, I wasn't able to fully appreciate everything the band was, I was mainly invested into the singles, and LOVED zayn, especially as a indian girl in western culture.

That is until I was around 12 years old in 2018, where I became a full blown stan. As I learned more about the band, watching every interview and memorizing the entire discography, I imediately fell in love with everything about you (no pun intended). You were always so sweet and funny, which is why YOU, liam, became my favourite. I started getting fully emerged into everyone's solo music, but bedroom floor and strip that down were the songs I played the most.

I was so excited for LP1 to release, I remember staying up all night (no pun intended again), just to be one of the firsts to listen. However, even then I recall everyone hating and comparing your music to the other boys' releases. I didn't care and stood by everything, I remember using the lyrics of 'heart meets break' as a part of my romeo and juliet english presentation in ninth grade LOL.

Then when COVID hit YOU were the only thing keeping me going. I felt completely isolated and lost, but you going on tik tok live, the LP show, the weekly roundups on youtube and everything else you were doing at the time helped me get through it. Every bit of content you released brightened my day, and it gave me something to look forward to ESPECIALLY during those uncertain times. I remember seeing the tik toks you made like wap/wmyb one with abby, or the other one captioned something along the lines of "the meeting after zayn left the band," and i rmr you posting and talking abt Eitan. I remember every tiny detail because of how much it meant to me, and how much I enjoyed your content.

On a lower note, after the logan interview, i rmr distant friends who didnt even listen to 1D text me to debrief the interview, because everyone was hating on you. I however, always defended you to everyone I know. I was truly upset by people who ridiculed you for saying sum along the lines of the band being built around simon's promise to you. Yes I agree everyone in the band is so talented and successful in their own ways, and everyone has come a longg way from then, but I told everyone who approached me abt this that you were probably the most comfortable and strongest vocally during XFactor. You are so so talented Liam, and I have always defended that. I was truly upset by the hatred being sent towards you during that time, and although I missed your regular content during that break, I'm so glad you were able to take some time for yourself.

Fast forward to this year, I was so excited to be signed up for whatsapp updates officially, and thought that was the coolest thing ever!!! I listened to Teardrops as SOON as it was released after waiting forever because this was the start of a new era :). I couldnt wait to hear new music for the first time in a couple of years, the hype with the stickers and everything was also super super cool. The song felt so authentic and I couldnt wait for you to drop a second album. I imagined you'd go on tour next year to promote a new album, but I guess we'll unfortunately never know your plans.

One day when I was opening snapchat stories from my friends as I normally do, I clicked next and stumbled upon a story from you! It was so surprising and shocking, I mean I've subscribed on snapchat to u since I made my account in like 2020, but I've never really seen you POST. Eventually this became a regular thing, the snapchat stories, and I rmr you even posting on your instagram story telling fans to watch the snap content lol. Even up to the days before you unfortunately left us, I would watch those stories over and over because your content has always brightened my life.

I love and appreciate you so much Liam, thank you for everything you've done for us as fans. I hope that one day I will meet you, and that I will be able to thank you for everything. I hope you're happy wherever you are and know that you have always been loved :)

[vintage-vermin]

I like Ongezellig, it popped up like half a decade ago on my feed randomly. Thought it was cutely done, saw Maya and was "oh no, she just like me fr fr" Waited and saw part 3 show up and then the rest.

I sometimes just have stuff that I love, but don't even bother engaging the fandom in any way. There are shows that have helped me be less of a cunty teenager decades ago that i love, but I have never gone to a fan forum or searched tags on any site. Sometimes I only search out the creative parts of the fandom and don't bother with discussions.

I love the random little things you can find on sites like Tumblr or other art-focused platforms for Ongezellig. Redraws, OC's in the shows style and fun pieces of some of the background characters Because oh, oh no, I'm not a fan of the rest of the community. But we'll hit that up later. Later. The creator made webcomics before. Had a little youtube channel with YTP's and some random reviewy stuff. Had an old Deviantart with some furry and the rare pony thing. Did an interview for a dutch comic collection ages ago that was a fun read.

(So, you only have to mail this letter) (Mailbox has a colloquial word where it's shortened to 'bus', same word as the vehicular one. "To put a letter on the bus") (... Yes, the one without wheels) He had a little comic named 'Caiasos' that was a bit of a disjointed adventure. Followed with Mayo & Curry. Simplistic 3-4 panel comics with a bit of a newspaper format.

(One day, Mayo wondered what ink tasted like) (You know that's poisonous, right?) (The box reads "Correction Fluid") A lot of the Mayo & Curry stuff is dutch snackbar puns or kinda standard early webcomic 'sleaze' as I can only describe it. Ever read like Chugsworth Academy?

(Hey Curry, it's not really clear what our relationship is in this comic. Are we family, girlfriends, roommates...) (Haha, silly Mayo. If you read the comics well it's very obvious.) (Anyway, time for walks!) Cute enough I suppose. I used to read Sexylosers when I was like 15, who am I to truly complain.

The creator did some creative & animation schooling and made a fun project. Some of you may have seen this one fly by, too!

Somewhere around the same time, he also made a little bumper for a comic festival.

He would also do little bits on dutch history, wether it be the Dutch History Iceberg video that got popular a bit ago or his more comedic Stille Willem videos. Studio Massa, the creator, was looking to get the Ongezellig show picked up. Some of the early episodes do throw in a school shooting thing and some very dutch middleschool discrimination to the Belgians. Granted, these are pilots. Would it have been picked up, I'm sure a few things here and there would get a fix up. This did not come to pass after a long time of trying to showcase it and even finishing his pilot series. However, he did land a job at a national tv station. I hope to see new projects of his over time, maybe even bring 1 or 2 of his old characters to new life in another show.

Little write-up on my experience with a subsection of it's fandom and community under the cut, feel free to ignore at your own discretion.

I went on a little deepdive to find out more a bit ago, I didn't follow the Petje-af or the Discord at the times of their inception or popularity. One of the first places you end up is imageboards and booru's. What a treat. Some of the ' documentation' of the shows reception online is very muddled. Encyclopedia Dramatica kinda stuff. Inane terms and barely understandable references to sites or people. He also has a KF thread that lists a large amount of uncomfortable information. By the time I found a few of those boards and booru's, it was already clear that they had some mass-extinction thing happen a few years ago and had to rebuild an imageboard and a booru or 2. Dragging myself to the very first page already got me greeted with "WE WILL REBUILD" sentiments. I get that there's a certain combination in the show that will bring in a specific audience. Underage characters and some historically charged discrimination. There's an underlying edginess to one of the characters that brings in a certain type of people. I have seen multiple posts and write-ups spanning a few years between eachother where people sort of announce they are done with the shows fanbase on this level. Lot's of adult art of these characters. While most places seem to be purged of this and plenty of (THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED) messages all over by this time. There's a sentiment shared across a lot of these types of fans. "fucking tr00ns ruined my fucking show" I've come across plenty of junk where some one makes a call to action because they found some one with a trans flag in their bio and posted some art of the show. I can't really find the root of this problem. All that seems to have actually happened is that a buncha people were being massive bigots in the discord, got banned for it and then they got indignant about it. There's mention that some one spammed some boards with the show ages ago and somehow invited tons of transphobia into the room. Like I said, it's all muddled and written from certain perspectives.

It's like that one part of the K-on fanbase really. I just find strange and a bit of a shame that there's such an active and hostile subsection of this little fandom. I have come across multiple write-up from people who just can't interact with their fun little show without some out-there types showing up. Even little videos that try to bring this show to a larger audience find their comments littered with bizarre callouts to the small imageboard groups. A prized possession of that snippet of the community is a game about Mymy shooting up her school. I understand this is supposed to be a niche layer of fandom that's still pretty isolated to 4/5 sites at most. I understand that there will always be outliers. I dunno, frustration about a fun little show made manifest.

[mishy-mashy]

Shinomori is cute. Here's a post.

He is so baby-faced. He hasn't changed at all since he was 22, to when he died of "old age" at 40

(Old age? With a face like that? 40 years old?? Gimme that kind of youth and hotness Shinomori-)

He has tiny eyebrows. Like a puppy's (rottweiler's, for example). So cute and tiny and fuffy

He naturally frowns. Look at him and his mouth and his lil nose

He has a thing about keeping his arms near his chest. He sits with his arms crossed, introduces himself with his hands over his torso, and even walks with his arms crossed toward Midoriya

He has such clear skin for someone who lived the rest of his life in a forest??? Why do Hikage and Yoichi have such nice skin despite living in terrible environments? (forest and vault + abandoned streets respectively)

Is easily scared

They knew their Quirks could be used, but Shinomori got scared of it when it happened. Even though he gave Midoriya his support and access to his Quirk beforehand. Depending on the translation; "it startled me", "you scared me", "it surprised me"

I'm not going to hold running from AFO against him because he knew he was running for his life. Who wouldn't run for their life when it's in danger? Shinomori was being chased by the strongest person in the country (and likely the world)

His sense of self-preservation is probably heightened by the nature of his Quirk to keep him out of danger too. Which makes him all the more sensitive and jumpy to danger and anything that startles him, especially when he has no warning

He's actually extremely tall, but is so socially inept and jumpy it's adorable. He's taller than Bruce.

Bruce is as tall as a vault door that the 2m AFO used.

(Meanwhile Kudo is down there-)

He has such a bad sense of humor that it's cute (his puns off Danger Sense)

It's also adorable how Shinomori just doesn't understand social conventions sometimes. He lived in a forest, so it made sense, but also— Midoriya shows up in the void to the vestige platform for the first time. He has no mouth, no clothes—and Shinomori's first idea is to stand in front of him menacingly and go: "I shall explain. I am Shinomori Hikage." SIRRRR

This.

His Ability is basically like glorified anxiety. What if something is coming to hurt him? If something can hurt him? What if that tree falls while he's under it? And the ideas come so hard they hurt (although yes, it does detect ill intent and that's what sets it off)

He talks weirdly. Formal? Old-fashioned? Listening to him speak Japanese compared to others, it just sounds a bit different. (Translated subs don't show it very well, it's the voice itself methinks)

"This too, is destiny." *about Midoriya having OFA*

Kinda wise or sage-y. He did spend his life in solitude in the forests so he definitely spent a lot of time with his own thoughts. Maybe he found the meaning of life in a centipede or something one day

For someone so cute, he is also such. A fine. Specimen???

Look at those back muscles, dang.

LOOK AT HIS CALVES AND ARMS DANG.

[neth-cactus]

iiiii ummm uhhh little drawings from the fic cus i fixated on my own writting jabsjwhdhe i have a looot to talk about so i will do it under the cut, the fic link will also be here

my girly pop, its weird posting stuff on ao3 but like shes there, the whole fic is me posting random little stuff i wrote on a whim so it will be noticeable dhbfjsjd also warning I might have made everyone a biiit out of character so im kinda sorry lols

now for fun notes and stuff about the chapters i did not add to the end notes

"The sun shines bright" not much to not other than after this clover's hand hurt for like a day and flowey bullied the peck out of them,,, also this is the only time flowey calls clover an idiot on this fic

"The flower pot incident" after the end clover spends like 10 minutes explaining everything about flowey, but he explains it like a little kid would, making it confusing as hell, so ceroba gives up and just like pats him and tells them to be good or smth, it was the same with everyone else

also bad quality comic of how the pot came to be

"What kind of milk were you?" the song came in as i was finishing the chapter and it fitted so well i named the chapter after it, as i mentioned it was me like poking gently to clover's life before the underground, his thought process was mostly thinking marlet was angry at them over doing the dishes in "secret" idk how to explain it but yeah :( poor little fella, also as noted at the end, flowey observed all happening and just like kept in mind

"Sewing back the pieces" I loved imagining how clover's room looked, and i had to include it, more joking around from the best friends, id like to think clover knows how to sew but they are just a bit clumsy with the needle, also those things are slippery...

"The calm before the mall" I feel proud about the title pun(? but this is also what i kind of meant with flowey keeping things on mind, by the time of this chapter a bit of time has passed of them living with humans, and flowey knows how stuff can be and how clover is a biiit shy so thats why the warning was persistent, it didnt work but meh

"Fertilizer is a fun word" IT IS A FUN WORD i love writing it lol, but seriously, i tried exemplifying more the thing of clover not speaking a lot so flowey does most of the talking for them, they do speak a bit but its short sentences and very quietly,

"You are just a boy, you are no man" this one will be long again the song fitted and it came on while writing the middle lol, clover does not know very well about the whole story with chara, but they do know that buttercups are meaningful in some sort of way for flowey so thats why they picked them, now is fun to note that the comments about their friends being monsters did bother clover but the one comment that like spilled the cup was the age one, that one hit deep and thats why they reacted that way, also the amount of people did not bother clover that much when they arrived but like the panic and stuff made them very aware of everyone around and med everything worse so ye, lastly, another time flowey calls someone idiot, this time dalv (sorry king)

i think thats all, if there's a specific choice yall are curios about feel free to tell me :3 i will probably have an answer for it

[monocle-teacup]

On Writing Mandroid

So an actual in depth explanation about this meme I made summing up my feelings when looking at most fanfics Mandroid is in. When I read fanfics for any piece of media, I want the characters to be IN CHARACTER. Yes, I understand the concept of headcanons, but it's another thing to blatantly ignore the character's actual behavior/mindset unless there's an AU involved where you specifically want it to be a different take. "Just don't read it then!" some of you may say. Trust me, as soon as Mandroid starts acting OOC, I immediately abandon the fic. I just want to address common misconceptions about his character.

The main things I see pop up in fics that make no damn sense for Mandroid are:

-Him acting like a pervert just because he uses mind control and the tentacle draining device

-Him attacking/targeting random humans

-His speech patterns

There's NOTHING in the show that indicates he'd act like #1. He's a scientist specializing in robotics that wants to rid the world of Transformers aka machines that run on fuel. If anything, he'd find the idea that TFs are capable of sex interesting in a "I just discovered the beings I'm studying have this attribute" kind of way. He views them as monsters and machine parts so the idea of him having his way with one makes no damn sense not even with the intent of torturing/dominating. He prefers making them suffer in other ways like taking them apart while they're still functioning.

As for #2: Mandroid only targets humans that interfere with his plans or treat him like shit (which Croft found out the hard way). He didn't have a problem with Dot until she fucked with the laser while he was removing Megatron's arm. He also ignored the Maltos in Prime Time until Mo got up in his face. Yet, I see the same thing multiple times where a fanfic author has him kidnap/target a random person that didn't do anything. His mindset/viewpoint on how he interacts with other humans is summed up in this line in Age of Evolution:

"If you Maltos side with my Cybertronian enemies, then I'll destroy you like my enemies."

So he's not an asshole 24/7.

As for #3, this is a huge one. Mandroid has a sophisticated way of speaking with the occasional pun thrown in when he's doing something villainous. I could post multiple examples from fics I've read where if I didn't know it was Mandroid speaking I'd have no idea it was him. This man isn't going to talk like a thug or casually swear. The most I can see him swearing is using 'hell' or 'damn'. That obviously falls into headcanon territory, but it's in line with what the show has given us.

Just listen to the way Mandroid speaks in this scene from the very 1st episode of the series:

Look at his mannerisms as well. For the most part, he's calm and reserved until the Mandroid bit. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he's the kuudere personality type.

Thankfully, I've also read fics where the author nails his characterization but those seem to be few and far in between.

[anotheroceanid]

Oh my gods thank you for answering me I'm about to sleep so I'll annoy you more tomorrow if you keep answering my asks, Kronos thoughts on Percy? Just because of the Rhea dress up series I'm now starting on your ask blog

Don’t worry, it’s nice talking ✌️

Hm… okay, but as I said, Titans can be creepy. (this can be considered a bit darker than the previous snippets, and it gets a bit of titan lore from WTHB, but nothing that counts as an spoiler)

You know these old guys who will look at you and tell you that you look just like their deceased wives? That was Kronos. But at a much younger age, Percy thought it was super normal being compared to a long-recluse titaness.

See, everything was happening so fast ever since he got to camp, that never once he reflected much on the “you look like your grandma” talks. He thought it meant in a “she sided with the Olympians too, now they’re not even on speaking terms with her anymore”, and coming from the guy who ate his kids, Percy wasn’t paying much attention.

Years later, it definitely snapped to him.

Probably talking to one of the other elder titans, he’d come to realise how much Kronos used to really compare him to his former wife. Even in the way he spoke to Percy. Weird. Weird. Weeeeird.

The thing is: after a millennia or two living on Tartarus (and worse, without a body), you don’t end up well. Kronos, all his siblings would confirme, was never in a good place… mentally speaking.

Their father detested him more than he detested anyone else, and in the meanwhile Ouranos worshiped the ground Rhea walked on. And Kronos had a huge, huuuuge crush on her ever since… ever. No need to say that Ouranos was 100% against it, that was his little girl, his favourite, the jewel of his world, one good thing about having kids is that one of these kids were Rhea.

But Rhea liked Kronos too, when he was just that silly guy that made her laugh, so she hoped eventually Ouranos would soften a bit to this potential relationship. Well, it never happened. The whole thing with the coup went on. Rhea could’ve told his father that her mother and brothers were conspiring against him, but turned out she liked Kronos more than she liked their father.

Kronos was very smug about it.

About the time the coup happened, some of the titans were already married. Tethys and Oceanus had a lot of kids already, Hyperion and Theia had Helios and Selene already, and it was just a matter of time before Koios and Phoebe started having kids too. Krios was trying to woo his violent sea lady and Iapetus was doing just alright as a bachelor (until Clymene was born, but that’s an entirely different story), and the other titanesses were still in their “Boys??? Ew!!!” era. So, Rhea and Kronos got together. Everyone knew it’d happen. Happy ending, right?

Nope. As stated before, Kronos never been in a nice mental state. But Rhea loved him very much, and thought Kronos’ turmoil was just a matter of time (yes, a pun) and that he’d be fine sooner than later and would like have kids just as much as Hyperion but a little less than Oceanos (she didn’t want to have that many kids).

Then, she got pregnant. And he ate the baby. Then again. Then again. Then again. Well, we all know the story about how it got to the rock.

But Kronos… not so much. Maybe something deep (as Tartarus) down, he felt bad about it. Maybe he did want to have kids. Maybe he even liked the kids that he had. He made a joke about his daughters’ future weddings on the day Helios got married to Oceanos’ eldest girl, Perseus, who was Kronos’ favourite niece. He spoke about them like they were sitting just beside him, not in the bottom of his stomach. That was terrible. Rhea cried a lot.

So everything to say: Kronos is not very aware of reality as it is. He’s a terrible person (titan, whatever), but he’s also a very confused one. So at the sight of Percy, he didn’t see Percy… At least, not all times. Usually, he’d see Rhea playing in a younger, boyish figure. Sometimes, he’d see his enemy. And sometimes, it’d mix. And if Rhea was a bit wilder, well, he wasn’t exactly the same either, so whatever.

And if if Rhea had loved him more than she loved her father once, maybe it could work again, right?

But Luke didn’t want to cooperate with this part of his plan. Thankfully.

[floofanflurr]

My contribution to let Papyrus say fuck day!

Honestly, it came at the perfect time, because in my main series Heart on the Table, Papyrus very much deserves to say fuck right now. ...And maybe a bit of arson.

This is a spin off from chapter 12 of Heart on the Table (it's not canon!)

TWs in the tags.

Papyrus paced his room. Back. And forth. Back. And forth.

Across the carpet. To his bed. To the desk. Back again. 

He was, maybe, perhaps, just possibly, a little anxious. Frisk was still sick after all. They were doing better, but they were still sick. And if they didn’t get better soon, then their HP cap might fall.

And if it fell too much… They might fall down.

Papyrus bit down those thoughts. Frisk would be fine! They would be completely fine.

Papyrus’s phone rang, and he looked down at it. …Undyne. He’d been avoiding her.

His hand shook at the sight of her name, but he ignored that and picked up the phone.

“Hey Papyrus! It’s been AGES! Is… Is Sans still sick?”

She looked worried, but only in that ‘I’m worried, but I’m also going to make sure I look enraged and threatening at the same time, because worry is for LOSERS’ way. Normally Papyrus would reassure her. …Normally, Papyrus wouldn’t have lied to her about that in the first place.

His smile was tight on his face as he chirped out a response.

“HE IS! HE’LL BE OKAY, BUT IT’S BEST TO CONTINUE TO STAY AWAY IN THE MEANTIME! NOW, I HAVE TO GO TAKE CARE OF HIM! I’LL TALK TO YOU LATER!”

“Papyrus, wa–”

Papyrus clicked the phone shut. 

And then he took a deep breath. In. And out.

He stared at his hands. No blood. He reached for his bond with Frisk. They were alive. He could feel them. Undyne hadn’t killed them.

…This time.

He paced his room again. And then he decided he needed to do something. Anything to get the restless energy out. (The energy that was telling him to go find Undyne. To hurt her.)

He walked over to his desk and clicked onto his computer. He could–update his followers! (His -2 followers.) Or he could see what Dr. Alphys had posted! Her posts were always very engaging.

And then his eye caught sight of the date in the corner of the screen.

…June 16th.

…

Hm. Yes. That was. A thing.

Papyrus clicked his computer back off. And then he stood up from his desk and pushed the chair in. All of his earlier shaking was gone as he walked calmly to his bedroom door.

His strides covered the distance between his room and Sans’s in no time at all, and soon he pushed open the partially open door to see Sans sitting on his mattress next to Frisk. Sans was reading through one of the human health textbooks that he had found, and was petting Frisk’s hair as they dozed next to him. He looked up when he heard Papyrus enter.

“SANS! I’M GOING OUT FOR A LITTLE BIT!”

Papyrus was very calm right now. And the smile on his face completely reflected that. (Unhinged glee was a normal expression, right?)

Sans looked at him long and hard. And then he sighed with a smile on his face.

“...i swear, you never forget this day, do you?”

No. No, Papyrus was going to take full advantage of this. It was a sign. He wasn’t even going to dignify Sans’s horrible pun with a reaction.

“OF COURSE NOT! CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING. I MEAN IT, SANS! I WANT TO KNOW IF ANYTHING HAPPENS WITH FRISK.”

Sans chuckled and then made a shooing motion with the hand that held the book.

“got it, got it. you go have fun.”

The amount of fun he was going to have! Was probably not very much! (...No. That was a lie. Papyrus was going to enjoy this, much more than he should.)

“I WILL!”

Papyrus gave another glance at Frisk sleeping next to Sans, so tiny and frail. He could see the raised flesh of their scar on their shoulder where their nightshirt began to slip down. And then any hesitation Papyrus had left in him flew away.

Undyne killed them.

…What was a simple house in exchange?

Papyrus walked back downstairs. He made his way across the living room, and stopped to snag a lighter from a drawer in the kitchen.

Snow swirled past Papyrus as he shouldered his way outside and made his way through town. He waved cheerfully at all of the monsters like he usually did, and some of them even waved back! He made sure to chirp out thanks and greetings whenever he saw any of the monsters that had sent care packages or well wishes for Frisk while they were sick.

And then Papyrus made his way to Waterfall. It wasn’t very long before he got to Undyne’s house, either.

She wasn’t home yet. She would still be out patrolling for at least a little bit longer. And Papyrus was going to take full advantage of that.

He walked in the front door.

Papyrus. Was. Completely and totally fine! He was so okay. He wasn’t mad at all. (Frisk, in his arms as they bled out. Frisk, with bright blue energy spears that Papyrus was so familiar with from sparring, stabbed through their little body. Frisk dying.)

Papyrus’s smile was tense. His skull rang as he walked over to the wall. And then he calmly brought the lighter up and flicked it on.

The flames were mesmerizing as he stared at them. And then he tilted the lighter back, and after a few seconds and some charred patches, the wallpaper lit up too.

It took a few tries, and the blaze didn’t start off very fast, but Papyrus was persistent. And flames wouldn’t hurt him either. He took the chance to walk to the other side of the room and did the same to the wallpaper on that side. And then he walked to the stove and cracked it all the way on to the highest heat and tossed a few of Undyne’s towels on top and watched as they caught on fire. 

Next he walked over to her carpet and flicked the lighter onto that too, watching as the flames grew in size as they crept along the floor and billowed out with black, acrid smoke.

He stood there for a long moment, in the middle of Undyne’s kitchen. He stood there as flames whipped around him and spread across everything until the bitter smoke made him lightheaded and he was sure his bones radiated heat. (Like Frisk’s skin as fever burned through them. Undyne’s fault.)

The smoke wouldn’t hurt him. Neither would the fire. He had no intention of hurting himself, and so the only harm that would come from standing here was severe discomfort. He thought maybe he would watch the fire for a bit longer. (Watch as it burned through her items. What was a little property destruction between friends? It was so much nicer than what she had done.)

But then there was a screech outside.

“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!”

There was some quiet murmuring that Papyrus couldn’t hear over the crackle of the flames. Probably the training dummy. It was easy to hear Undyne though.

“Papyrus? What do you mean, Papyrus? He’s taking care of Sans right now!”

Papyrus decided that was his cue and he spun around to face the door. He walked out, flames billowing behind him and he calmly patted down some of the smoldering patches on his clothes. He looked up to see Undyne gaping at him, and he smiled brightly. (His hands were shaking again.)

“UNDYNE! WHAT A SURPRISE TO SEE YOU! OR! WELL! MAYBE NOT SINCE THIS IS YOUR HOUSE.”

She looked at him in shock for another long moment before a wide grin spread across her face. Undyne never did care much for property did she?

“Papyrus! What the heck are you doing?! Did you get started on our super private, one-on-one training lessons? WITHOUT ME?”

This wouldn’t do. Clearly the message wasn’t getting across. That was okay, though, Papyrus knew just what to say. It was June 16th, after all.

He walked up to Undyne and stopped just in front of her. He stopped before he got closer. (Before he hurt her for real. Despite how much he wanted to hurt her… She was his best friend.)

“NOT QUITE! BUT UNDYNE?”

She quirked a brow at him. “Yeah?”

Papyrus clenched his hands at his sides and he gritted his teeth together. Undyne’s expression changed as she seemed to catch on that there was something wrong.

“YOU FUCKED UP.”

She sputtered, confusion clear on her face as she stared at him. “What the hell do you mean?”

Papyrus squeezed his sockets shut. And then he opened them and leaned forward, his magic thrashing around him. Undyne took a small step back.

“I MEAN, UNDYNE, THAT YOU KILLED MY LITTLE SIBLING! THE HUMAN. IS. EIGHT! AND YOU KILLED THEM! YOU ARE VERY, VERY LUCKY THAT THEY DIDN’T STAY DEAD! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH THEM AGAIN!”

Papyrus was shaking from how loud he had been shouting. So he took a deep breath in and tried to compose himself. It didn’t work very well, and now Undyne had an odd look on her face. Papyrus could tell she was trying to process what he just said.

He didn’t wait for her though.

“SO UNDYNE? …FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU, AND FUCK OFF, AND STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING KID.”

He spun on his heel and walked off before he did something he would regret, Undyne’s sputtering form and burning house quickly shrinking in the distance.

Heart on the Table:

[unmanageable-day]

Better with you

Summary.

pairing: S.Coups x female reader

genre/contain(s) : non-idol!au / friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love

an alternative plot of come to me

word count: around 5k

warning: one suffering from panic attack and anxiety disorders; mention of suicide (important notes: i'm not a doctor or psychology practitioner, thus i'm not familiar with medication procedures. i have never encountered people with anxiety disorders irl either. this is my very first time writing and mentioning about anxiety disorder. if any of you feels disturbed or uncomfortable with the inaccuracy, please do hit me up and i can fix or even take down this chapter. other than that, thanks for reading!)

"Is it strange that I always feel better when I'm with you?" Before you could respond, he quickly corrected himself. "I mean when I'm talking with you."

You smiled softly. "Glad that I can help. I think that makes me a good friend to you, huh?"

This time it was his turn to draw a sheepish, gummy smile. A smile that makes him Choi Seungcheol.

The first time you and him meeting was only a few months ago. It was when one of his friends, Joshua brought you to a routine dinner party held by his circle. He remembered the slightly cold aura lingering around you. How you bowed to him and Lee Jihoon to say your greeting with a little smile, only to show politeness to the dinner hosts. The only words you said to each other were merely hi and good bye. Other than that, he didn't see get to see you again as you were fully occupied with Joshua, while Seungcheol went back to his room and stayed there all day.

The second time was when he learned that you and Mingyu were close friends. One day Seungcheol texted all his friends to gather for a casual dinner since he didn't feel like being alone. Mingyu was the first one to say yes. Then he came with you, surprising everyone in the room. This time, he noticed your different attitude. You looked more relaxed with Mingyu. You kept flashing a warm smile every time you talked. He was flustered when you suddenly made eye contact with him.

"Hi. We have met before, right?" You were the one initiated talking. "Jisoo's same-aged friend, right?"

A shy smile slowly curved on his lips. "Yes. We're a bit loud, but please try to enjoy yourself."

"I should thank you for having me. Mingyu dragged me here. Sorry if I'm being the unwanted guest."

"No, you're not. You're friends with Mingyu and Joshua after all. So, yeah, suit yourself," he said, raising his beer can, offering you to toast.

You softly nudged your can to his without making the clinking sound. "Thanks," you said before sipping your beer. Then you turned to talk to the others.

His eyes secretly kept following you. How you always laughed at Soonyoung's lame puns and his unstoppable attempts to make fun of Seungkwan. How you suddenly got involved in between Mingyu and Jeonghan bickering over small stuff. And how you suddenly changed into calm and serious mode when you talked to Joshua and Vernon, making you three look like you were planning to take over the world—when you were actually discussing where Vernon bought his tie-dye clothes collection.

The third time, it was when you encountered him sitting alone in a cafe. You were supposed to go to a get-together with your classmates in the afternoon. You decided to set off early to have brunch at this particular cafe.

"Knock-knock," you quietly greeted him, who was sitting with his eyes closed, his back leaning against the sofa, and his arms folded.

Seungcheol slowly opened his eyes to find you standing before him. He blinked twice before getting himself together after a quick nap.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" you asked, looking apologetic.

"No, no. I was just closing my eyes." He almost stuttered while letting you to take the seat in front of him. He quickly adjusted his position sitting up straight. "Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, actually I'm waiting for Joshua. Our lecturer is holding a get-together to celebrate our graduation."

"Oh, right. Shua told me that. He's probably getting ready too by now."

You told him that you still had around one hour before Joshua came. Little did you know, his expression turned brighter knowing that he could spend more time with you. At this point, the butterflies in his stomach started flying around and he didn't mind the ticklish feelings making his heart fluttered.

"Are you free tomorrow? Mingyu is trying a new recipe. You should come and have dinner with us," he asked before you left. He was quick to acknowledge his own feelings. Although there was hesitation and uncertainty that he can't ignore, for now it seemed better to not miss this opportunity to start something new.

"I feel honored." You smiled.

Since then you befriended all the guys and became a regular visitor either to Seungcheol's, Mingyu's or Seungkwan's apartment. The boys basically often held dinner events just because they didn't want to eat out or eat alone. Other than that, they would just make up some random ideas to do movie nights, baking days, and even picnic at the Han river. At first, it was always Mingyu, Joshua, or Soonyoung who got to sit beside you during dinner or during movie nights. Seungcheol had to find his moments to get to be with you. It turned out after meals was the perfect time when the guys usually would play paper-rock-scissors to decide who would wash the dishes. You were automatically dropped out because they treated you like a princess. Seungcheol was also often excluded because his house was the most used as the host for dinner.

Seungcheol's moves were always subtle but he had been consistent. Until he finally got to claim the spot next to you at one movie night occasion. You and him shared so many little conversation followed with giggles throughout the movie. When the others were knocked out and fell asleep, only you and him were still awake. You two ended up talking all night long, from random and light topics until some deep conversation that made you think whether he was a philosophy enthusiast.

Seungcheol knew you would be the perfect listener. This was the first time he was not afraid to show his flaws, to tell someone his worries, to expose his weaknesses, to share all his thoughts that had been consuming himself ever since only God knows. He was ready to go all out and reveal his true self, layer by layer. Your presence changed his life that much. That he was sure this time he wouldn't need to take medication regularly for his anxiety anymore. That he wouldn't be a burden for Joshua and Jeonghan to take care of himself when he was a wreck. He believed you could get himself together effortlessly.

—  ⌘ —

"Seungcheol doesn't seem to know you have a thing for her," Jeonghan said, referring to the bestfriend who actively initiates to approach you in every chance he sees. Seungcheol might have been subtle, but no one can fool Yoon Jeonghan's eyes. "You never told him?"

Joshua shook his head. His eyes were staring at nothing.

Being the closest ones with Seungcheol, this twin-like buddies sensed the progressive move he made towards you. If only Joshua was never a man with limitless patience, the whole situation would be getting on his nerves and he would let his emotion take over. Jeonghan was definitely in the hardest position. Basically he always supported both Joshua and Seungcheol for everything they do. Never had he imagined that those guys would fall for the same girl.

"But you have been pinning after her for a long time." Jeonghan sighed. "And now she's finally showing some signs. I really think you and her can work this out."

Joshua smiled weakly. "I heard him telling you how his day now has become much brighter, and he feels better and lighter—healthier, inside and out." Joshua's eyes were locked on his remaining full latte. "These days he always comes home from counseling with such a big smile. Do you think you can bear to see him lose that smile we've been longing for? He's finally at ease now that he's slowly bringing back himself together. You and I know that y/n has a significant role to his progress."

"But Jisoo, you deserve to be happy too."

"I'll figure it out."

Joshua had been contemplating to tell his roommate about his feelings for you. He really wanted to be honest to his best friend. Yet he could not imagine how Seungcheol would react. What if things don't go smoothly after that?

"Hey, do you think you could ask her to come by and join us for dinner?" Seungcheol shyly asked Joshua when they were eating lunch with Jeonghan.

The tan-skinned guy smiled at him. "Sure, I'll let you know later, okay?" He could never found himself saying no to Seungcheol who had been asking him the same favor several times. He knew Seungcheol often asked Mingyu that too. Especially when it was only several guys gathered instead of full team. It had been months yet Seungcheol never really asked you to hang out privately. It just made Joshua wonder if he really liked you that way. One thing he was sure of was that Seungcheol had this sparks in his eyes when he looked very fondly at you.

These days you had been hanging around with these three buddies of your age. Mainly it was Seungcheol's request via Joshua, of course. Joshua would often use this chance to steal dates and go out with you—just the two of you, before or after hanging out with the boys. A part of him felt guilty that he had to hide it from the other guys, especially from Seungcheol. But he thought it was best to keep it secret for a while.

As you grew closer with Jeonghan as well, this pretty man often initiated to text you first without telling his friends. Until one day when you were taking a stroll at a park with Joshua, and you had no plans of visiting one of the guys' house that day.

"Isn't it funny that Jeonghan told me to stop by at your apartment to check on Seungcheol and make sure he has his meal, when you are literally his roommate?"

"Jeonghan did what?"

"Yeah, he just texted me." You showed him your phone.

'Hey, Jisoo is going out today. I also need to be somewhere right now. The guys seem to have their own stuff to do. I want to ask you a favor.. Could you please go check on Seungcheol? Sometimes he can't really take care of himself. If you could get him a dinner, or maybe have dinner with him, that would be great.'

Joshua's eyes got wider as he read it. He was aware that Jeonghan had always paid extra attention to Seungcheol ever since they learned that Seungcheol had to deal with anxiety disorders. As a matter of fact, Jeonghan and he himself always checked on Seungcheol, to the point of both of them knew the password and had an extra key of his apartment. The three guys almost became roommates, if only Seungcheol wasn’t being stubborn convincing he could live alone. Joshua knew he shouldn't be jealous that Jeonghan would prioritize Seungcheol.

"Did you not tell him that you're going out with me?" you asked, distracting him from zoning out.

"No, I didn't. Should I?"

You shrugged.

"It's almost dinner time. Do you want to get dinner or go straight home?" Joshua asked hesitantly.

"I think I'll stop by to see Seungcheol and drop some food. I mean, I don't want to get into troubles with Yoon Jeonghan later."

Joshua faked a laugh. "Of course. That's very wise of you."

—  ⌘ —

It was another day of you fulfilling Joshua's request to have a lunch together with him, Jeonghan and Seungcheol at his place. You were getting more kimchi from the fridge and you stopped by at the dining table with a small container filled with some first aid kit and other medicines. "Oh, are those sleeping pills? Is it yours?" you asked, making the three guys exchange looks to each other. How you managed to have knowledge about the sleeping pills remained a mystery to the guys.

"Yeah. I have a problem sleeping at night," Seungcheol answered calmly. While Jeonghan and Joshua still took glances at each other, worried that this topic might make Seungcheol uncomfortable.

"Are you on medication? I think I notice you often take some pills throughout the day. Or are they supplements?" You sat down, looking at Seungcheol with concern.

"I am actually. But no worries. I'm getting better." He beamed, showing off his signature gummy smile. I think I owe it all to you. "I start to cut down the sleeping pills too."

"That's great. I think being surrounded by good people helps too. I see you can rely on Joshua and Jeonghan a lot."

"Do you think you can be one too?" His doe eyes quickly found yours, seemingly almost forgetting that the twin-like buddies were there too. "Someone I can rely on."

That was the first time you recognized the pretty details of his eyes. The long lashes were definitely something. His eyes might be not as big and round like Joshua's. But there was something about his eyes that hypnotized you at a point. While Joshua's gave an angelic and pure image, in Seungcheol's case, it was more of a mixed impressions of warm, playful, innocent, a generally boyish personality with a hint of fragility that was often shown.

"If I can help, why not?" you softly said, smiling warmly at him.

Joshua choked hard on his food. He made an excuse the food was a bit spicy when you got a bit panic giving him water. Patting Joshua's back, Jeonghan tried to keep calm although he was concerned a lot. It wasn't how Joshua almost failed to breathe that made him worry the most. It was how Joshua always tended to keep everything to himself with all his pent-up feelings in his chest.

"You okay?" Seungcheol asked, looking worried as well.

"I'm fine, guys." Joshua forced a convincing big smile, nodding his head then back to chewing his food. "No need to call 911, okay?"

"Anyway, Minghao and Junhui just arrived this morning. Earlier they asked if we're down for some drinks tonight and I said yes." Jeonghan silently took a glimpse at Joshua and Seungcheol. He looked unsure before continuing speaking. "Uh, but, Seungcheol, by 'we' I mean Joshua and me. I told them you still need to rest."

"Wow, thanks for the invite, bro." He chuckled.

"Uh, y/n, while you're still here, do you think you can stay longer and accompany Seungcheol while Jisoo and I go out?"

"You mean like babysit him? What's in it for me?" you teased.

"What do you mean babysit?" Seungcheol protested yet he looked happy as his smile was getting wider.

Joshua could only giggle softly listening to the rest of bickering between you, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol. He didn't feel like talking. Swallowing the rest of his meal was difficult enough. In the end, he couldn't even finish the fried rice that was only eaten half portion. He had to make up lies that he wasn't that starved.

Jeonghan cleared his throat and quickly tidied up the plates. He subtly dragged Joshua to wash the dishes, which they did in utter silence. Only the sound of running water accompany them in the sink. This was a nice idea apparently. Joshua could take off his smiley mask for a while. From the corner of his eyes, Jeonghan kept taking a look at his best friend. He noticed the drastic expression change when Joshua finished washing the dishes, and the angelic smile returned when he was about to go back to the living room.

"Joshua and I will leave now, okay? Call us if you need anything." Jeonghan pat Seungcheol's back.

The house owner nodded and escorted the two guys to the front door. "Be careful on your way. Tell Minghao and Jun I say hi."

Joshua wordlessly walked out of his apartment. He managed to wave at Seungcheol, while previously he just stared at you who was standing behind his roommate.

"Jisoo, I'm sorry.." Jeonghan slowly muttered after spending 15-minute walk in silence as they headed to the bar he mentioned earlier. Joshua had been walking as if he didn't have sufficient energy in his feet. His eyes were looking down and his expression was somewhat bitter.

"Keep it." A bitter smile curved on his lips to console himself. "I would do the same."

"I don't mean to be sappy but it breaks my heart seeing you like that. I just had to get you out of the house. I'm sorry again if this just does him a favor, and.. uh, you know, give him more advantage in getting closer with her."

"Don't worry about me. Seungcheol's health is what matters right now."

It was past 10 PM and you complied to Jeonghan's words to keep Seungcheol a company. This particular mom friend even sent you text messages as reminders, or more like instruction, to send Seungcheol off to bed if possible. You were puzzled. Jeonghan really asked you to babysit his friend. It would be much easier if it was a baby or a toddler, or a school-aged kid. But this? A young adult who was on a medication, for a reason you had been curious about yet you thought it would be inappropriate to ask such things. Him having sleeping pills already gave you hints of what he was dealing with. Moreover Jeonghan mentioned about 'still need to rest', when you could see that Seungcheol's physical condition did not seem to be really an issue.

You two sat on the couch in the living room. Seungcheol let the TV on just to fill the room with random sound from whatever show was airing. He used this time wisely to keep talking to you. As usual, he would start with random, light, non-sense talks to bring laughter in you. Eventually when the topic started to get deeper, he brought up his current condition, what had been his concerns, what he had been through to survive. And how he found it easier to sleep these days, especially when you were present in dinner time. Although he still depended on his drugs, at least the frequency of waking up suddenly in the middle of the night had decreased.

"I guess having someone to talk with before bed time makes it different," he told you.

"You don't do this stuff with Joshua or Jeonghan?"

"They have their own lives too. I feel sorry. I've been a burden to them for a long time. They had been losing sleep before the doctor gave me prescription for the sleeping pills."

"Those guys genuinely care about you."

"I know. I'm extremely thankful and I don't know how I can pay them back."

"They won't think of you like that."

He pursed his lips. His hands were fidgeting on the pillow. "It's getting late. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"If you do, you're only going to make me go into troubles with Yoon Jeonghan."

He chuckled, asking why.

"He told me to send you off to bed and make sure you're sleeping. I think they're going for the second round by now. Josh won't be home this soon to check on you."

"You don't have to." He hated the idea of being a burden for you too. But he would be lying if he didn't enjoy your company. In fact, he might need it more than he thought.

"Too bad I said okay to Jeonghan. If he finds out I'm not able to do my duty, he is so going to after me for the rest of my life." You smiled reassuring him. "I live nearby. It's fine, okay?"

"Why are you so good at taking care of others? Let alone me, a random guy you met not long ago."

"You're not a random guy I met on a street." You chuckled at him, hoping you could lower his tension. This was the first time you could sense his insecurity. "You're Mingyu's and Joshua's friend. So I guess that makes you my friend too. I may not look like it, but, yeah.. been there, done that. I could say myself that I'm quite experienced. I.. actually lost some people who couldn't bear any longer trapped in the darkness in this life, so they chose to end it. I cherish them a lot. I thought I have reached out my hands to help, but I guess it was not enough."

Seungcheol looked at you in awe. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. Since we're here now, I’m offering you my hand, and I guess you can count on me too." You flashed him your best smile. "I mean, I should be proud to say that I'm Yoon Jeonghan-approved, right?"

He let out his signature chuckles. What do I do to deserve you?

—  ⌘ —

"Do you think she would accept me? I mean, she already knows my flaws and my weaknesses. I have nothing to hide anymore. And she's still there. Do you think I have a chance with her?"

"We can't guarantee that. But it's worth trying?" Mingyu said.

"Even if things go wrong, I promise she will still be a good friend," Jeonghan added.

Joshua remained silent. He was thinking of saying what Jeonghan said, but he was afraid it would hurt Seungcheol. Probably when it comes to Yoon Jeonghan, even if it was the meanest words, everyone would tolerate him.

How can it go wrong? What can go wrong? If I make a move and she chooses me, does it count as things going wrong? Gosh, I can't believe I'm thinking such a selfish thoughts. It looks like I'm the one who doesn't stand a chance now anyway.

"Shua? What do you think?" Seungcheol locked his doe eyes to a pair of big eyes that was losing focus.

Smiling while nodding his head gently, he gave reassurance and encouraged him. "You should go for it."

Jeonghan couldn't hide his concerned expression looking at Joshua encouraging Seungcheol. Joshua had been maintaining his angelic smile the whole time he listened to his roommate speaking so fondly about you. He didn't deserve any of this, but they can't bear Seungcheol suffering any longer either. Seungcheol had became very dependent on you. He was doing okay thanks to the counseling session he had been attending regularly. But clearly he was beyond better when you were around. Especially when the last thing he did before going to sleep was seeing you or talking with you.

Jeonghan once was overwhelmed when Seungcheol got his panic attack in the middle of the night and Joshua can't handle him alone. It rarely happened since you often visit the guys. So both Joshua and Jeonghan were panicking as well when they noticed Seungcheol was running out of his medicine. The next morning Jeonghan found himself rushing to your house at 6 AM and literally dragging you to Seungcheol's apartment. He couldn't even explain what was happening properly as he was just blabbering on your way. The only words you caught were 'Seungcheol needs you'.

You quickly made your way to his room to find Joshua sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the bed. He was closing his eyes but he looked tense, and exhausted too judging from the way he put his hand on the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Seungcheol was asleep yet his looks, the curled eyebrows and the twitching eyes, it just made you concerned. The blanket only covered up to his chest, which was showing a rather fast up and down motion. A sign that he was breathing rapidly. You had to tiptoe entering the room. But just in time, Joshua woke up. He saw you, then he flashed you a smile. He quietly got up and reached to you, pulling you into a quick, tight hug.

"He just went back to sleep 1 hour ago. All night, he woke up in panic every 1 to 2 hours. Once he was up, it was hard for him to sleep again," Joshua told you in whispers, afraid to wake Seungcheol up.

"It must have been hard on you," you whispered too. This time you embraced him with your arms looping around his slim waist.

He pressed his lips on the top of your head—an act he might ask himself later why he did that. "Watch him for me, please? I'll help Jeonghan prepare breakfast for us," he muttered as he released himself free from your hug.

You nodded as you let him go. You tried to step as light as a cat approaching the bed. To your surprise, Seungcheol abruptly opened his eyes when you were about to sit on the edge of his bed. The very first thing he did when he noticed your presence was throwing himself at you and wrapping you in his arms. You can feel him shuddering. By instinct you returned the hug, your hand caressing his back gently. His large figure became small as you repositioned your arms around his shoulders because he kept lowering himself, burying his face on your neck.

"There, there.." You pat his back again as if you were trying to put a baby to sleep. "You okay? You should get more sleep," you whispered to him.

He powerlessly nodded. "Will you stay?" he asked, sounding hoarse.

You nodded. How can you say no to those puppy eyes that looked terrified?

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked again after lying down and adjusting his pillows. He had scooted over to give you some space on his bed.

You took that as a sign and you moved, sitting up against the head board. "Sure." Smiling, you let him engulf your hand in his, fingers intertwined and your other hand rested on top of it.

The room that was designed to be door-less made both Jeonghan and Joshua easily witness everything. Jeonghan was relieved to see Seungcheol finally calm down. On the other hand, he now was worried about his another best friend. Beside him, Joshua had to hide his fists in his pajama pockets.

—  ⌘ —

"What do you think about Seungcheol?"

"How am I suppose to answer that?"

"He has confessed, right?"

You let out a short yes. Not gonna lie, you were quite taken aback when Jeonghan asked to meet up personally that day. Although it didn't surprise you that he was aware of Seungcheol's doing, it just never crossed your mind that he would interogate you like this.

"What about Jisoo? You do realize that he's been head over heels for you."

You gulped as soon as Joshua's name was mentioned. "Yeah, he's not very subtle about that. Honestly, I feel bad. I've been trying to figure my feelings out since he's always being so obvious." You smiled as you recalled the old days when you first met Joshua. You used to be awkward around him. On the contrary, he kept being straight forward with the numerous attempts to hang out with you. All that without even once he ever officially confessed his feelings. But you recognized it. That's why you with open heart decided to see how it would go. "I was certain that we definitely had a thing. In fact, the idea of me and him was not bad at all. When I thought I'm finally sure that we might work, this whole situation came up."

"I know. I, too, never see this Seungcheol situation coming. Honestly, it quite surprised me that he's willing to open up to you. He usually had a hard time to click with new people. Especially his last relationship was messed up real bad." Jeonghan cocked his head slowly to his side. He paused for a while before continuing his words, with a much more cautious tone. "But do you... have the same feeling to him?"

"Honestly, I don't know. It takes time for me to see where it's going with Joshua. Do I just.. let it go, just like that? But a part of me also wants to take care of Seungcheol. There is something about him that makes me feel somewhat attached and I..." You sighed deeply. "I don't know, Jeonghan. What do I do?"

"Yeah, I can see that. He is definitely attached to you too. Jisoo and I have never been so conflicted like this. We always put him—his health on top of our priorities since he used to take care of us. But I want Jisoo to be happy too."

You gritted your teeth in silence. You cared about Joshua too. You and him spent time together a lot. It was something you can't just ignore, can you?

"Have you heard from Seungcheol, that he’s going to move out soon?"

"Actually, yeah, his new place is close to mine. He even told me the door password and will give me an extra key."

"He did?" Jeonghan looked flustered. "Wow. That escalated quickly. What could possibly make him do that?"

You were fidgeting, avoiding his eye contact. But it's Yoon Jeonghan. Even if you want to tell him lies, you would just find yourself blabbering the truth eventually. "Am I wrong, if I said to him that he and I have a chance?"

"Is that a what if or you really did say that?"

"I did.."

He nodded slowly. "Look, it's your feelings. Neither I nor Jisoo can control them. Maybe you can't even control it yourself. As long as your feelings are genuine and it's not because of pity—"

"I'm not pitying him," you cut him off, looking a bit displeased that he thought such an assumption.

He chuckled. "Okay, okay. You need to chill. I believe you. So, back at it again, I'm sure Jisoo will understand if you decide to be by Seungcheol's side. Jisoo has a big heart. He will be fine."

—  ⌘ —

"I thought Yoon Jeonghan was always lucky. It turns out Seungcheol is the lucky one. He surely will be the happiest man."

"Jisoo, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I will be mad if you say so."

You paused. Deep down inside you wanted him to be mad for real. Maybe it would be better for a Joshua Hong to be a bit more expressive. Maybe it would do him more good if you let him hate on you and pour all his emotions rather than keeping it to himself. "You're a good man. If anything, it's even beyond good. You deserve better."

"Seriously, stop. I really want to look cool for the last time being with you, as someone who has the biggest crush on you. Otherwise I'm going to regret why I didn't make a move sooner. If I did, we could have been something now." How he hated that term of 'could have been'. It's as if he didn't regret everything enough.

"Jisoo.."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Stop giving me that look, will you?" His brows slightly raised, flashing you his one of unique facial expressions that was difficult to describe with words. The angelic smile on his face tried to reassure you that everything is fine. He is fine.

"I wanted to say time will heal. But I'm not sure if it's the right thing to say."

"You don't need to say anything."

"Just.. don't get hurt. If you do, even if it's impossible, please try to heal and recover quickly." You knew you were talking non-sense. Of course he was hurt. What you didn't know was that he can't be happy if being with you means unsettling days are to welcome Seungcheol again.

No, he can't live with that.

"One thing, about whatever we had before you and Seungcheol, I cherish it a lot. I hope you too, but it's time to close that chapter. So, please, keep it to yourself and never let him know. If he does, he will blame himself and guilt will consume him. He will be shattered in pieces all over again. Both he and you have a new chapter to begin. Jeonghan and I will be the side characters who will always support you, and make sure Seungcheol is in good hands."

[axcel-lucci]

hello!! i love your works and i'm a huge law fan myself!!

I was wondering if you'd make a request for me (you don't have to do this if you don't want to). Law and his crew are on an island and Law meets this girl getting robbed by a few other older men. This girl is blind btw. Law saves her and almost instantly falls in love with her. Maybe she wants to repay him back for saving her and they go on a date?

Law x blind!reader (if you don't feel comfortable making the reader a female, gn reader is okay too!) fluff fluff fluff

Please and thank you!! <3 :)

I can see you now.

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/N: I've been thinking of this for a while now but I don't have any prompts to plot around, and yours is really cute! Sorry if it took some time to make since I'm still arranging some things for my school this year. Also, I kinda made law a bit ooc and a few changes to fit the narrative, I hope you like it regardless...

Law had to get away from those... Idiots he calls "childhood friends" for some reason.

So walking around the island was a good idea until he passed by a what seemed to be an empty park with a pond that has a lot of ducks.

He glanced around the empty park to think of he could have some peace here as he entered the small wooden gate, watching out for splinters before deciding that yes, this is peaceful enough.

He walked over to where he assumed the benches are only to find, in his mind, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in the world.

Her hair flowing with the wind smoothly, her skin as clear as day, her eyes... Her eyes were sparkling beautifully.

He can't help but stare but at the same time feels like a creep for doing so... And after some back and forth with himself, he scoffed to himself and slowly walked over.

He also noticed how she just looked straight ahead, as if she was just listening to her surroundings, though when he got a closer look in her eyes, he can kinda see something that he knew was probably something but shrugged it off

"Hey..." He called before sitting beside her.

"O-oh...! Uh... Hello!" She smiled, still not looking at him even though she knew he was already there.

He waved a hand on front of her and raised his brows, "you're... Blind?" He asked

"Ah... Yes... Were you... Um... Showing me something? I'm sorry... As you see, I am blind" she laughed

"A bad pun..." He smirked, "I like it" he chuckled, "what're you doing here?"

"Listening to the nature around me... It just makes me feel so peaceful... Compared to the village..." She muttered, "and uh... You?"

"Ahh... I just need to take a walk..." He shrugged only to realize she wouldn't see it, "I'm Trafalgar Law, and you're...?"

"Trafalgar... Oh! That famous pirate! I think that was..." She mumbled a bit with a hum

"Surgeon of death?" He mused making her nod

"Mhmm! I always hear about you... You're quite a star now aren't you?" She laughed, "I'm (y/n)... By the way, I hope you didn't come here to steal my eyes, they're quite useless" she smiled

It made him laugh, "I only steal the eyes of my enemies. And you're not an enemy." He hummed, amused at how light he feels around her, "anyway... I hope you don't mind me asking, how... Did you become blind? Is it some sort of tumor or were you born with it?"

"Oh, it's some tumor the doctors didn't want to risk taking out for a lawsuit, also... Too expensive for those who are risky... Haha" she laughed a bit

Law nods to himself, "do you have... Um... A boyfriend or girlfriend to help you around? Are your parents present?"

"Oh... It's just me, my parents died a year ago due to old age... And... No person would want to take care of a blind person, because apparently, blind people can't do anything because they're blind. But I get around, I'm currently living off of my inheritance from my parents but soon, I know it'll run out..."

He hummed a bit, "I see... You know... I'm a doctor myself, want me to help you?" He offered

"If you want, sure." She smiled again.

"Alright then, though it might take a while before I take you in for operation since I'll be researching a bit... Is that alright?"

"Go right ahead" she nods

"Are you always here?" He asked

She hummed, "why yes... I'm always here... I love listening to the nature in here, also, it's shady and cool, since... You know, summer?"

He smiled as well, "I understand... Well, I'll leave for now, I'll come back tomorrow? If that's okay"

"It's alright with me... Oh and uh... Thank you, for talking to me... It's not always anyone would talk to me" she smiled sadly making him nod

"No prob, I'll be back tomorrow... Okay?"

"Okay"

He ruffled her hair after getting up making her giggle

And so he did.

He came back the next day, then the day after that, and the day after that, and goes on...

It has been a week of him going out for almost hours everyday only to come back with a lighter mood.

It made the crew suspicious as to why the hell he's like this, but they will NEVER question it because with his lighter mood, they can get away with anything.

But one day, Law wanted to give the good news to (y/n) that he'd be able to operate on her only when he reached the park she was always at, he heard her scream loudly making him immediately rush inside to see two teenage boys trying to take away her walking stick and her bag

Only for one of them to kick her on her stomach causing her to let go of both items as the boys run off.

Seeing this made his blood sizzle and boil.

"Room." He casted as the blue dome covered the whole park, "shambles."

He motioned with his hand as the two boys suddenly appeared in front of him as they look at him with fear and shock knowing that an infamous pirate was going to steal their loot.

...

"(Y/n)-ya...!" He ran over after dealing with the now bruised and injured boys who ran off crying to their mommies.

"L-law...!" She gasped as she cried, "m-my things..." She cried as he held her tightly in his arms

"Don't worry... I got them right here" he smiled when she gasped.

"R-really?! Y-you have them??"

"I cought the boys who tried to steal them, here..." He handed the stick back to (y/n) and helped her up slowly before handing her the bag, "are you alright? That was a pretty solid kick."

"It was a kick...? I thought someone punched the living shit out of me..." She muttered, "b-but... Thank you for retrieving my things, Law..." She smiled at him

"You're welcome...." He smiled softly.

Meanwhile...

Shachi and penguin wanted to know so they followed him only to see two teenage boys run out of a park, crying and bruised.

Upon notice, they instantly knew who inflicted those on them so they rushed to the park only to pause when they saw Law, comforting and hugging a woman while smiling softly at her

"Okay... I guess we're late to the party and uhm... Captain's got a girlfriend, finally." Shachi whispered.

"Yeah... Let's go back before he sees us" the two nodded to themselves before rushing off, probably to tell the crew or not.

....

"Uh... Law, do you... Do you want to come with me? I can make you something back home..." She smiled, "you know... As a thanks"

"Oh... It's alright, you don't have to-"

"But I want to, Law... Please?" She may not know it but she puts on the cutest "please" expression he has ever seen on a human being.

"A-alright..." He muttered thanking whoever is in charge that she can't see him blush ever so furiously

They soon arrived at her small cottage just a few blocks away from the park.

Law observed how the front yard was well-kept and the porch having a rocking chair on it before hearing her open the door after fumbling with the keys.

"Please, come in" she smiled as she let him in and take off his shoes, "this way..." She smiled as she placed a hand on the walk before walking to probably guide him to the dining room that was attached to the kitchen.

"Nice house you have, (y/n)-ya" He smiled softly.

"Ahh... Thank you" she smiled again as she entered the kitchen

"Do you need help with that?"

"Oh uh... Can you cook the rice?" She asks, "and I hope you're alright with some curry?"

"Oh, that's alright." He smiled as he helped her in the kitchen before sitting down once he finished his job

She soon served him the most beautiful food in a plate with rice.

It also smelled nice.

He took a spoon and scooped a spoonful before eating only to melt at how delicious it is.

"Mmmhhh...!" He hummed in satisfaction, "this is so good!"

It made her smile excitedly, "really?? I'm so happy you think it's delicious...!"

Law finished his food before drinking some freshly made juice, "before I almost forget, I was going to tell you at the park something"

"Oh? What is that...?" She felt around for a chair to sit in only for law to guide her hand to a nearby chair as she sat in it

"Good news and bad news"

"And... What might that be..?"

"Bad news... We'll be leaving tomorrow, but good news, I'll be able to take you on that operation!" He said as she can hear him be excited.

"But you guys are leaving... How can that be..?"

"This part is where the decision you need to make is very important, either... You can come with us... Or not... But don't worry, we'll take you back here as soon as you recovered or drop you off at an island if you want."

"Law... I... I want to... And if you do help me regain my vision... I want to repay you as much as I can" she smiled making him smile again

"Alright... I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning... Then I'll introduce you to my crew" he said with slight excitement

She laughed, "okay. I'll be waiting for you..."

The next day, (y/n) had her things packed, which wasn't too much than just 2 bags of her belongings.

But it was enough to make the house empty...

Someone then rang the doorbell and she went to the door, "who's there?" She called with a smile

"It's me..." She recognised his voice and immediately opened the door.

"Law...!" She gasped with a smile before feeling arms suddenly wrapped around her tightly

"Come on, let's get going... It looks like it's about to rain" he smiled softly

"Yeah, like I can see it." She joked making him laugh as she stepped aside cautiously, letting him in

"Anyway... These are all your things? Just... 2 bags...?" Law muttered

"I don't have a lot... But... I hope it's not that heavy..." She smiled softly

Law picked them up, "not really..." He mumbled before shrugging, "well? Are you ready?"

She nodded, "though... I wish to stay with your crew when I regain my eyesight back... You know... Like me paying you back?" She smiled a bit, "and... It's nice being with you... I like your company, hehe..."

It made him blush softly before chuckling, "me too... I find your company rather... Comforting"

later...

"Here, let me carry you" he smiled before lifting her up into his arms then jumping into the sub, and as he was in the process of gently placing her down, she heard multiple gasps of surprise and shock

"What..." She muttered once he secured that she was safely

"Oh uh..."

On Law's side, he was too focused on (y/n) that he failed to notice most of the crew lounging on the deck.

So it came as a shock to them that captain, at least they think, recruited the blind girl Shachi and penguin told them he'd been visiting these past few days.

"What?" He grumpily said

"Captain...!" Bepo cooed first, "who's that?"

Law sighed before placing a bag down and holding (y/n) gently to face them making them make a sound of being in awe at how cute and beautiful they think (y/n) is.

"Everyone, meet (y/n)-ya. (Y/n)-ya, you may not see them for now but these are my crew... I hope you can familiarise them by voice?" He said as (y/n) hummed

She then nodded with a smile, "hello everyone...! Nice to meet you all, I'm (y/n)...! Lovely weather we're having, yeah? Too bad can't see them." She joked

It made them chuckle a bit before introducing themselves

Some... Sound the same to (y/n), while some are unique and easy to distinguish. But she was also glad that there's another girl in the crew, Ikkaku...

Ikkaku was more than thrilled to see and meet (y/n).

"Oh. My. Gosh... You are so CUTE!" Ikkaku gasped and held (y/n)'s hand, "I'm Ikkaku, nice to meet ya!"

It made (y/n) giggle a bit, "I'm (y/n), nice to meet you too, miss Ikkaku"

"Ah... No need for formalities, just call me by my name. And if you need me, feel free to find me" Ikkaku smiled

"Yeah, as soon as I get my eyesight back, I'll definitely find you." (Y/n) half joked making her laugh

"Captain...! You never told us your FRIEND is so funny" the crew said before earning a glare from the man.

"Come on (y/n)-ya, let's get you settled in and prepared for surgery. The rest of you, get back to work, let's leave before the marines come." Law ordered as he placed a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder and gently dragging her away

"You sounded so scary back there, haha" she laughed as they walked through the halls.

(Y/n) could hear the sub's low hum and buzz, some pipes, and metallic echoes of their footsteps and possibly others, too.

Law only huffed, "let's get you settled" he softly said, "then let me conduct a quick check up before I get you admitted and prepared for surgery" he finished, (y/n) could sense him smiling, in which he was.

Later, Law decided to settle her in the room across from his before leading her to his usual doctor's office to conduct some check up, hand in hand, they walked through the halls towards the office.

Some crew saw them and instantly knew that Law was growing close to (y/n), making them wish that (y/n) would stay forever.

Because truth be told, they've never seen him relax this much around the sub, only time he's relaxed is when he literally passed out from overworking.

So it was a great sight for them to see...

They soon arrived at the office as he placed her down on a small bed before grabbing his kit

"Just listen to me, okay?" He said before putting on his gloves and doctor's coat.

She nodded and unconsciously started kicking her legs since the bed was kinda high.

He noticed it and thought that it was cute.

The check up soon ended as he was currently writing the conclusion on the paper

"Hey... Law..." She called almost quietly as he hummed

"I'm... I want to stay with this crew... Whether the outcome of the operation succeeds or not... I... It's just been a long time since I've had people not wanting to take advantage of me being blind... And..."

"I understand" he cuts her off, "you're joining us anyway"

She could feel him smirk making her giggle before hearing him walk over, "come on, let's get you admitted for surgery."

Timeskip...

The surgery was a success, Law could feel himself brag all over that despite him doing this for the first time, he excelled in it.

So now Law was waiting for his little patient to wake up and see if it worked, hoping it did...

So that she can finally see the world again.

But while waiting, law started to reflect on those days...

Had he not taken a walk would he ever meet her, had he not talked to the woman staring into nothing, they wouldn't have known each other better.

He was proud of the choices he made, and now... The only thing to do is to confess what he feels towards her.

Though he kinda knew it's going to be for a few more months, years even, for him to do so.

While he was thinking deeply, he felt her hand twitch making him alarmed and stand up immediately.

"(Y/n)..." He softly muttered as he moved closer

(Y/n) groaned a bit before squinting her eyes to adjust to the light above her, "law...?" She called before looking to the side, her vision still hazy

She then gasped and her eyes widened, "law... Is that... You?" She muttered as she reached her hand towards law.

It filled him with so much joy that it worked, his intelligence helped him once more as he grabbed her hand

"It worked... It fucking worked!" He grinned before moving closer and kissing her hand

"Law..." She muttered, tears soon brimming her eyes as she sat up.

With his help, she sat up and immediately grabbed his face in her hands to observe his face.

"It worked... Law...!" She gasped while crying before hugging him

Law immediately hugged her back but tighter.

They pulled away a little bit after as Law wiped away her tears that kept spilling from her eyes

"Hush now... This is something to celebrate..." He smiled

(Y/n) nodded before smiling brightly.

The moment was there... Though none of them talked, it was clear.

"Thank you..." She muttered before feeling him start to lean closer, she sighed softly to calm herself before leaning back against him.

His lips pressing against hers in a soft kiss.

"Thank you, Law.." she smiled once they pulled away, "I can see you now... Thank you..."

He chuckled, "you're welcome..."

[lucius-morningstar]

Possible Next Gen (Maybe?)

So only one maybe two of these will be canonical for the next gen I'm working on. (One in particular will not be but will probably be put in a separate AU. First off let me start by saying thank you to LeonTheDemon on Toyhouse for designing these characters for me, they're honestly gorgeous and I can't wait to find a place for them. First off is one who will definitely be in it. I have decided to make Eris a little brother. The age difference will range from 2 to 4 years of a difference. Not big enough to really make a huge deal of it. He will also be the future love interest to Harper/Raziel. His name is Liam Samael Morningstar

Why him, honestly why not. Nothing would piss off Lute more then her first and only child being attracted to the son of her enemy. Say hello to Liam Morningstar. His personality leans a bit more towards his mama (Vaggie), he's stern a little grumpy and a bit of a realist in most situations. Gaining his trust and loyalty will earn you a good friend in the long run. He has his mama's temper as well, if you know what buttons to push you'll have hell to pay, pun very much intended. Little Quirks/traits - The x in his eye is actually not an issue, in fact the x works to his advantage, people mistake it for him being unable to see but it's fully functional and it's capable of sensing where the weakest spot on his enemy is. - He has a close relationship with his sister, to no one's surprise but his cousin and him don't always see eye to eye and often argue, he isn't huge on Molly either. -------- Next we have my possible replacement for Lila, Estelle Carmine.

She is the daughter of Zestial and Carmilla Carmine. Her buggy appearance from her father's side, shines in a lot more. I am not sure if she'll be apart of the next gen I'm working on. That's still in the air. Personality: She's oddly calm, very forthcoming and highly intelligent, she was and has been trained by her mother, do not let her looks fool you.. On second thought, let them fool you. She'll take more joy out of surprising you. Little Quirks/traits - She's actually quite flirty, which is another way she gets her enemies off their guard. - Estelle's antennae allow her to sense movement from all directions, she senses the air motion as well as vibrations. Yes they're also capable of smell and touch but that is one of the few things that bother her. ------ Last but not least.. I've jumped on the bandwagon and had a Radio Apple child made. Why because I have no self control and honestly the design potential is just too good. So everyone say hello to Minerva Mae Morningstar.

Everyone say hello to Minerva, so for her I really wanted to inherit some of the "Seraphim qualities" that Lucifer possibly had at one point and figured hey why not put it into one of his kids. Hence the blue iris colors, the red obviously comes from Alastor. Now I know looking at her she looks pretty intimidating right. Well don't judge a book by it's cover because she is actually different from many of the Radio Apple children I've noticed. I decided that while its fun to make a chaotic child, it's even more fun to subvert expectations. Minerva takes more after the angelic side of her family, she's got a pretty gentle and kind demeanor and prefers to talk out her problems instead of outright using violence. All in all she's a lot sweeter then she looks. Little quirks/traits. - She has Alastor's ears and smile but purposely hides them. She knows the smile is eerie to people so she does her best not too which results in her just looking rude when she has a solemn face twenty four seven. The ears, she just personally doesn't like them and they're super sensitive to sound. Sometimes her ears perk which often knocks off her hat. - Her outfit was designed by Rosie, yes she's aware pink stands out more but she doesn't mind. - Her eyes have a sense of holy magic in them, so she's capable of spotting honesty and virtue in the sinners she bumps into. - She is very insecure of her looks. Why, why not. However she does find a friend in a dog much like Lucius. I am trying to get some kind of pitbull demon lookin thing. Misunderstood babies who just need love.

[emeritus-fuckers]

“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

With special dedication to @copias-fluffy-asscheeks.

CW: 18+ content, this is honestly very self-indulgent. nihil and reader have a big age gap (reader is regarded as young). dick sucking. bit of masturbation (reader). vagina fingering. dick riding. very slight dacryphilia if you squint. nihil is a fucking simp but it's okay because i'm a simp too. reader has a big tattoo. reader is wearing a skirt, i dunno if that's a warning but just in case. bad seven inches of satanic panic jokes, puns and references. i am very bad writing actual smut. this is porn equivalent of slow burn, i swear. this took way more time and effort than it should.

Taglist: @firefirevampire @ouijaboardemo @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess

You relaxed against Nihil's chest, watching his fingers press buttons on his typing machine, text appearing letter by letter. You didn't pay any mind to what words he was forming, you enjoyed the sounds surrounding you. His slow, steady heartbeat on one side and the incredibly satysfying clicking of the machine as he worked. It was soothing, yes, but also incredibly boring. You wanted his attention to be on you, not the boring paperwork he had to do for his ex.

Were you jealous of Sister Imperator? Maybe a little bit. Although Nihil assured you many times that you were now the only one for him, he did spend half a century pining for her. And sometime it would get in your head, making you wonder if the few months you two shared together could, in any way, compare to the years with her.

It was, in a way, your insecurities that made you do something a bit over a month ago. Something that you wanted to show him tonight. You were originally going to wait until he was done working, but you craved his attention. You wanted his eyes on you, not the paper. You wanted his fingers on your skin, maybe inside you, just as long as they touched you and not the machine.

"Papa...?" you called out quietly and he looked down at you, his eyes softening as a loving smile took over his lips. He'd always look at you like this, like a child looking at the most adorable little pet. He just loved you so much, even seeing you was enough to make his heart melt.

"What's on your mind, my dear?" He asked, his hands leaving the typing machine to wrap around your waist, one of his thumbs stroking your hip as he leaned in closer to you. Nihil was a tall man, almost 190 centimiters tall, so he towered over most people, especially when he stood straight (which he rarely did, his posture became a bit more hunched over the years). And since you were curled up on his lap, you seemed really small compared to him, something he found absolutely adorable.

One of his hands moved to stroke your cheek. He could hear the love songs play in the back of his mind when he saw you. He wanted to take out his saxophone to play for you or sing to you. Anything to see you smile or hear you make the smallest noise for him. In his eyes, you could never to anything wrong. You could murder the whole world's population, and this man would still look at you like at the most perfect of beings.

"You've been working for so long now..." You pouted playfully, slowly dragging your finger from his collar and down his chest, stopping around his belly button before you moved around in his lap a bit so you could whisper directly to his ear. "Can't you please take a small break with me? I wanna show you something."

You got off his lap, giggling a bit at his disappointed expression when he could no longer feel you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to give him a kiss on the cheek before carefully helping him stand up. Once he stood, you sat down on the edge of his desk and began to slowly lift up your skirt, uncovering the colorful ink that covered the skin of your outer thigh.

Papa Nihil's brows slowly raised like your skirt did. And so did the corners of his mouth as he smiled widely, realizing what the picture on your skin was. And oh, how honored he was to see it! How delighted!

By the time the cover album of Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic you got tattooed on your thigh was uncovered, his hand was already on your knee and slowly moving up, with your permission of course. He hesitated a bit before his fingertips got to the ink, but when you gave him a small nod, he gently graced the lines on colorful ink, his mind running wild with adoration and just a few little perverted fantasies.

He wanted to fuck you right here, right now. On his desk, right on top of his paperwork.

He wanted to hold onto your body so hard his fingers would leave bruises on your skin so they'd match your tattoo.

He wanted to...

"Papa?" You calling out to him got his mind to abandon his imaginations and focus on the real deal in front of him again. He didn't realize when his hand made its way to your ass, but he didn't mind. And neither did you, considering your little smile when he squeezed your butt and pulled you just a bit closer so you'd feel his own Seven Inches of Satanic Panic through his papal robes.

"What's on your mind, my darling?" He asked, clearly excited to feel you up a little. He loved the way your plush body felt under his hands, how soft you were to the touch.

"Do you like it?" You asked with a cute little innocent pout, looking up at him in the oh so adorable way that he adored so much. He could just look at you for hours, for days even. If he were to die right here, right now, right on this spot, he would die a happy man because you would be the last view before his death.

"I love it, my sweet." He assured happily, his hands gripping your cheeks to pull you into a sweet kiss, his hand soon enough leaving your face so he could once again touch the masterpiece on the canvas that was your soft skin.

He slowly moved his kisses to the corner of your lips, then your chin, jaw and then neck. And then he started pulling on the collar of your shirt, very clearly informing you that he needed more of you. And you were always ready to give him more. To give him everything you had to offer.

And so you slowly moved away, holding his hand and pulling him to the bedroom, the sound of your steps accompanied only by the quiet squeaking on the wheels of his oxygen tank. The entire time, his gaze kept going back to your thigh as the material of your skirt moved with each of your steps, a bit of colortful ink showing.

Finally, you reached your goal he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you slowly kneeling between his legs, giggling quietly as you hid your head under his robes and moved his pants and underwear down his legs.

His hand found the back of your head even through his robes, which he was frantically trying to take off. He liked how playful you were, but he also enjoyed watching you choke on his own Seven Inches of Satanic Panic.

There was just something so special, so beautiful about seeing you go down on him.

Just like Holy Mary.

He needed a hit from his oxygen machine when he first felt your hot, wet mouth around his cock. He hoped you'd start sucking right away, but you were young and you loved to tease the old man you managed to date. So of course you moved your head back slowly. You knew exactly where the vein on the underside of his cock was and you traced it with the tip of your tounge pressed tightly against it as you moved back, stopping when only his tip was left tightly held between your lips as you gently sucked him like a sweet little lollipop.

He whined softly, and you knew that whine well. You decided to show him mercy this once and got your mouth off his dick for a little bit and helped him remove his mitre and then his robes. He could take them off himself, yes, but he was old and it would take time. And neither of you wanted to waste it. No, no, time was definitely too precious for him.

He pulled you into another kiss, one much to heated and passionate for a man his age, yet he seemed completely unbothered by how fast and rough it was. Only at first, of course. Once you both broke the kiss, he needed his oxygen tank again. You let him get his breathing back to normal, giving a few soft kisses to his collar bone. You knew he would relax if you did that.

His free hand stroked your hair, giving you a subtle sign to get on your knees again. And you did, kneeling in front of him and looking up at the man as he put the mask away for a bit to observe you with a small, love-struck smile. It was endearing, the way he looked at you. It didn't matter if you were completely ruined and exhausted after riding his dick, he would always look at you like a child your look at a Christmas tree. Completely in love, his heart going crazy with adoration for you.

Anyone else would hear wedding bells, maybe even choirs of angels. Nihil didn't hear those. Well, maybe he heard the bells, but they were quiet and in the background. Instead, seeing you like this, kissing the tip of his cock, made him hear all your love confessions to him. All your pretty moans. They created their own symphony in his ears. A symphony that would soon enough be replaced by a different song, one that you'd sing while riding him. And while he took great pride in his own songs, he knew damn well they could never go against your sweet tunes.

Nihil's grip on your hair tightened as you gave him a long, playful lick, all the way from his balls to the tip, which you took in your mouth again, teasing it with your tongue. You could already taste a few drops of his salty precum, making you hum quietly. You couldn't help yourself, you were too wet and too horny not to touch yourself through your underwear. You knew he didn't mind, he could always encourage you to please yourself while pleasing him.

His fingers moved against your scalp as you slowly made your way to deepthroat him. Nihil was big, he knew he was. There was a reason the seven inches between his legs often made girls experience some (satanic) panic back when he was younger and much more sexually active.

He remembered your first time together, how he needed to hold your hips and slowly help you lower yourself until you took him all the way inside. He remembered wiping away your precious tears as you took your time getting used to the painful yet pleasurable stretch your poor pussy had to endure. You would still need time, of course, but not as much as the first time.

You let out a choked whimper, bringing him back from his memories to look at you, a few stray tears running down your cheeks. He gently stroked your cheek, observing you choke on his cock oh so prettily.

"You're doing really well darling. You're making Papa very happy..." he said quietly as you briefly looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes so adorably tearful. He loved how you looked with him inside your mouth. Your saliva dripping from your lips, accompanied by the lewd sucking noises. You didn't bob your head, he didn't like that. He used to when he was younger, but right now he was a man in his early 100s, his tastes and preferences have mellowed down by now. He was fully content with you just gently sucking while you kept him in his mouth.

He leaned back a bit, supporting himself with his free arm, his other hand still in your hair. He relaxed completely, enjoying the feeling of your mouth around his cock and the cute noises you made as you slowly moved your fingers inside yourself. You didn't intend to make yourself cum, no, you just needed a bit of stimulation, considering how wet you already were.

His hand pulled on your hair harder, making you whimper against his cock, the vibrations of your throat giving him a new wave of pleasure. He bucked his hips, making you gag a bit, but you knew exactly what that meant. He wouldn't do that unless he was close. Really close. So close in fact, he was losing control. So you weren't mad, you just accepted it, letting him make a few frantic thrusts into your mouth before his watery semen spilled into your mouth. You swallowed some of it, but quickly stood up and handed him the mask of his oxygen tank, holding it against his face until he took a few deep breaths. You gave him a few minutes before he was ready to hold it himself.

"Are you okay?" You asked, gently holding his cheeks and looking into his eyes to make sure he was fine. You knew how much an orgasm would take out of him. It took good fifteen minutes before his breathing was fine again and he was looking at you with the same lovestruck smile he always had when he saw your adorable face. This could mean that either everything was fine or that you've completely lost him. "Talk to me, Papa. Do you wanna stop now? Do you need to rest?"

He took one more big breath before putting the mask away and pulling you into a kiss. A short one, not as passionate as before, since he was still getting himself together. A sweet, brief kiss he used to thank you for how good you made him feel. He didn't mind the taste his seed left in your mouth, he was too old and too in love with you to care. In a way, he was honored to taste himself on your tounge. To know you had no shame in using your young mouth to please an old man like him.

Nihil pulled you into his lap, his arms (surprisingly buff for his age, it was clear he used to work out when he was younger) wrapping around you again. One of his hands moved your skirt up again, stroking the tattoo. It was gorgeous, a beautiful way for you to show you were his. A sweet way for him to claim you.

"Let me please you now, okay sweetheart? Let Papa please you." He whispered needily. He wasn't asking to please you, he was demanding. And who were you to deny him that? You couldn't do that to him, not when he needed it so much. So you whispered out an 'okay' before you got off his lap.

The elderly satanic pope moved back to rest against the headboard of the bed. You rearranged the pillows for him, making sure they would seperate him from the hard wood so he wouldn't get hurt. And once you were sure everything was okay (the pillows arranged properly, his oxygen tank close to you both so he could use him as soon as needed), you moved back to his lap, letting him take his time undressing you. This time there was no rush, no need to hurry this time.

He lazily kissed your neck. At this point he didn't care about how smudged facepaint was getting, he just wanted you now. His hands were shaking as he undressed you. Nihil didn't bite, not at his age. But he adored marking you with the black and white paint and dark red and purple hickeys all over your neck.

You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands explored your body, even though they already knew it so well. His fingers slowly moved down your chest, giving a playful pinch to one of your nipples, saving the cute little mewl you let out in his memory.

While he knew you'd take him to your mouth at your own pace, he also knew just how eager you were please him and start jumping on his cock, even if it hurt. Honestly, he once considered if perhaps you were a bit masochistic with just how eager you were to take the painful stretch of his cock inside you. And while Nihil absolutely loved that tendency, he didn't like seeing you cry unless you cried tears of pleasure. Which is why he'd always take charge when it came to you riding him. Just to make sure those were happy tears. After all, you both knew there would be tears.

And so his fingers moved down to your clit and slowly coating them in your juices before he allowed himself to shove his fingers inside you. Oddly enough, his hands weren't shaking anymore, as if the sexual motions completely fixed his health, giving back some of the youthful vigor he thought he's lost over the years. And yet here it was, back in him. Not all of it, of course. But just enough to make you feel good. Really good.

You were really eager to take him inside, he knew. He knew damn well. But he wanted you to relax. To make sure you'd reach your peak more than once. And he had long, skilled fingers.

He knew exactly how to tickle you internally.

And tickle you internally he did. It had no reason to feel that good, after all it was just his fingers. But Papa Nihil knew what he was doing. And he's proven it to you many times. He knew exactly how tu use his fingers. Where to move them, where to gently rub your walls, where and just how hard to press his fingertips against your walls... With just two fingers, this man made you squirm and whimper on top of him. All the noises and expressions you made... they warmed his old heart. He would remember and cherish all of it.

While he rarely masturbated, he fantasized about you all the time. If only you'd seen just how much he adored you, how he'd zone out like a teenager with a crush, all other thoughts completely absent as his brain replayed the beautiful movie that was your relationship, all the scenes with the most gorgeous actress - you.

He's randomly sit down somewhere and just remember your smiles, your little giggles. Your moans and whimpers. The expression of utter delight you'd have everytime you came, no matter if on his hand or his cock. How you'd throw your head back. He loved it all, he memorized it all.

And he'll remember this time, too. He's remember how you clinged to him,hiding your face in his shoulder, so adorably embarrassed with how loud you were despite being pleased only by his fingers. It was so cute that you'd hide your face, your blush, everytime. He loved that about you. Was it because you were so young and barely experienced? He was your what, second? Maybe third sexual partner? And not to mention the previous ones were nowhere near as good as he was. He did have more than eighty years of experience, after all.

You could feel his experience right now. And he could see you feeling his experience with how much you squirme With how many times you whimpered out his title, begging for more. And then, eventually, with how you came all over his hand with a small whine.

He patted your back with the hand that you didn't cover in cum as you whined softly into his shoulder. You were clearly upset with how easily he got to make you finish. You hated how it took him no effort to push you over the edge of pleasure. And he wasn't even malicious about it, no. He was still like a really old lovestruck puppy. An oddly cute old lovestruck puppy.

However, what's most important is that while he pleased you with his fingers, his cock got hard again.

And in your post-orgasmic high, you wanted it. You wanted him inside you, right now. And the pleading whimper combined with how you desperately moved your hips made it clear to him. And what kind of partner would he be if he refused?

He helped you move your body so his dick would easily slide into your warm and waiting cunt. Even if it hurt from both the stretch and overstimulation, you tried to move right away. You wanted to move right away. It felt so good, you could take a bit of pain for it! It was worth it! You wanted to ride his dick, and he wanted you to ride his dick, too! He should let you do that, right? Right?

Wrong, apparently. Because he cared about you too much to make you move right away. Because he hated to see you in pain.

"Papaa... Please..." you whined. You wanted him inside you, why wouldn't he let you get him inside you?

"Hey now, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek. You looked into his eyes with the saddest pout imaginable, hoping to use it against him. He would always give in to your pouts, surely he'll give in this time as well?

Somehow, he didn't. Because he cared too much about you to ever let you hurt yourself like this. And maybe, just maybe your pathetic little whines turned him on and made him even harder. You just looked so incredibly sweet, trying to move around to take him inside you, how you begged him to just fuck you instead of messing around like this.

But he kept you still, his loving gaze seemingly oblivious to your pleas. But he knew perfectly well what you needed, but he needed you to be good and calm down for him. He even offered you a huff from his oxygen tank to calm you down, but you refused with one last pleading whimper.

"There, there." He patted the top of your head with a small chuckle. "Papa needs you to calm down before you get your fun, alright?"

You nodded with a small pout, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you moved back down on his lap. He hugged you tightly, giving gentle kisses to your neck and cheek until your breathing was calm, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and held your face in his large hands, looking into your eyes. If a human's pupil could be heart-shaped, Nihil's eyes would constantly have hearts in them whenever you were around. Especially right now. The adoration this man held for you was leaking out with every moment he spent in your presence. Everyone could see it. The gentle ways he caressed your face and kissed you... They made it all clear.

And you loved him just as much in your young, energetic ways that he could barely keep up with. This, however... This, you both understood. A loving, intimate moment between the two of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Just you and him together.

"Good girl, my lovely, my sweet..." he muttered, kissing the top of your head. He stroked your back before gently patting your ass, giving you permission to finally ride him. You happily kissed his cheek, raising your hips again and letting him guide your body to the sweet pleasure his dick promised you. And you loved these promises it made because it would always keep them deep inside you as your fleshy walls squeezed it. "Doing so well for Papa..."

You both took a minute when you managed to fit all seven inches of his Satanic panic inside you. You had time to adjust how his size seemed to bully your tight cunt and he had time to get a puff from his oxygen machine. He was fine, but the incredible feeling of your body accepting him so eagerly, of your body craving more of him... it always knocked the air out of his old lungs. And you were always so sweet and quick to hand him the oxygen mask... How could he ever not love you?

He gave you a clear sign when he was ready, putting the mask away again and tightly holding onto your hips instead. And you responded right away, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. You've had enough experience by now to know exactly when to break the kiss so that he would catch his breath on his own. And you knew just how much time to take before moving.

You followed a rhythm he set, guiding your hips up and down as his gaze flickered between your expression and your very core. There was just something in seeing his cock disappear inside you that he loved. He loved the wet, squelching noises and all your moans, mixed with his own, as you moved your hips with the bit of help he was offering.

Nihil knew exactly what you needed. How hard you needed to slam yourself onto him and at what pace. When to tighten his grip and help you out just a little bit more so you'd have at least a tiny bit of rest before becoming more in charge and letting him slam against all the sensitive spots inside you on your own conditions. And he'd accept all the conditions, as long as he got to be inside your hot, tight insides. He loved this feeling. He loved how your body seemed to almost glow in the faint light of his bedroom as your body became more and more covered in sweat. Sweat that he embraced without hesitation as he pulled you into another hot kiss and pressed your chests together. His arms, surprisingly strong for a man his age, rocked your hips against him as you made out so you could concentrate on his lips while still getting the pleasure he was offering.

He smiled at the sweet 'I love you's muttered between your little moans. He could see how good you felt having your g-spot attacked repeatedly, over and over. He could see the hot tears that smeared your make-up and that he gently kissed away as you mewled quietly.

Of course, you weren't the only one losing your mind in pleasure. He was losing his, too. Or maybe he's lost it already all those months ago when you nervously confessed your feelings for the old satanic pope. Or maybe even when he first met you, a cute little assistant assigned to him by Sister Imperator to make sure he was doing his work properly. A cute little assistant who cared about him so much...

A cute little assistant riding his dick now.

He glanced down at your tattoo again, with a small chuckle between his own quiet groans. Trusting in your ability to ride him on your own, he moved one of his hands to stroke the glorious work of art on your skin. You were already a masterpiece to him, but now? Now he wished he was a few decades younger so he could properly fuck your brains out.

Fortunately for him, you were doing completely fine on your own. He knew you were close, even in his own slightly hazy state he could easily feel how your body reacted to him. The more frantic squeezes of your walls and how your moans and whines were now louder and more high pitched. And he loved that. He wanted to hear more of it.

"That's a good girl!" He praised, squeezing your hip. You were just so cute... He couldn't help himself but to press his lips against yours, both of you getting lost in the kiss as your orgasms kept building up impatiently, just waiting to break free as the feeling in your stomachs kept growing, struggling to stay inside your bodies and threatening to snap.

And snap it did.

You cried out into his mouth, and if he could, he would eagerly swallow the sound you made as you came, your juices flowing out onto his cock, a bit of it spilling and coating his balls as well as you kept moving up and down, albeit way more sloppily and with an even bigger need for his help. And he helped you to the best of his abilities, once again thrusting into you a few times before your juices mixed with his seed, his face burried in your shoulder as he tried to get his breathing in check again.

You quickly handed him the oxygen mask and watched him breathe until you were sure he was fine again. You gave him one last little kiss before slowly getting off of him with the intention to clean up, but he held your hand and gently pulled you back onto his lap to wrap his arms around you and press you into his chest again. He didn't care about the mess, he just wanted to feel you close to him for a bit longer.

And so here you were again, sitting on his lap again, resting against his chest and listening to his heartbeat, embraced not only by him, but also by his almost overwhelming love for you. And that was nice. Actually no, it wasn't nice...

... it was perfect.

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Baatar Sr. adopts Asami AU for @thatoneguy56fanfic

In spite of their chef’s best efforts the girl—young woman, he supposed—only picked at her food. A small bite of fish here. A single sliver of purple sea onion. She tucked each one into her red-lipped mouth as if putting marbles back in a sack after playtime. Not an ounce of pleasure on her face. Baatar found his eyes drawn to her again and again in the same way one might watch the aftermath of a head-on collision. Asami Sato, both body and ambulance. 

“She’s your daughter’s age,” Suyin teased as soon as they were alone. 

“It’s not funny,” he replied. An uncharacteristic disagreement. “Spirits, Su, can you imagine? Opal said they’d only just reconciled.”

The laughter in his wife’s face faded as she turned away. “No, I can’t,” she said. “But I do know something about not having a father.”

Baatar sucked in a breath. He’d walked right into that one. “I’m sorry, darling,” he said, pulling her close. Suyin slotted against him, so warm and familiar. Her delicate breath tickled his neck. “It’s not a comparison. I only wish we could do more than give her somewhere to visit.”

“Because we don’t have our hands full with Baatar and Kuvira right now?”

“Because Baatar and Kuvira are the reason Asami doesn’t have a father.”

Su had nothing to say to that. 

The next day Baatar began his project. “Excuse me, Asami?” he asked after breakfast. “I wonder if you could lend me a hand?”

Her eyes met his, hollow. “What do you need?”

What Baatar needed took most of the morning. He hadn’t really required a second person to help him move his chalkboard from one side of his workshop to another where the light might be better, but in the end it was nice to have a capable set of hands to balance and measure and mark on the wall. Asami proved swift and efficient. Once the final screws were screwed and they were both thoroughly covered in white chalk dust Baatar asked her if she might review his plans for an expansion of Zaofu’s opera house later on. As a favor. Asami said yes. 

They continued like that the rest of the week. Every day Baatar created a project for which he might need the assistance of a fellow engineer. Some were items on his long to-do list; many he simply made up. And every day Asami agreed to help, and spent anywhere from an hour to half the day working on whatever it was he’d decided needed doing. At first Asami mostly took instruction. But as time passed Baatar started to press her for her own ideas. Did she think the lift should be hydraulic or not? Which way should the road cut? Had she come across a better material for the coating in her own work? To these questions he also started adding the odd bit of fatherly advice or occasional terrible pun. It took three days for Asami to laugh at one of his jokes, but eventually she did. And Baatar found that not only were her ideas often good and not at all what he would have done, but that he got more done that week than he had in the whole two months prior. 

“I’ve missed this,” he said one afternoon as Asami tightened the lug nuts on the last tire of the new heavy duty motorized garden wagon he’d decided the estate somehow needed. Hu Meng was getting old, and while they could simply hire another gardener he’d never much liked changes in staff. 

For a long time Asami didn’t say anything. Sweat dripped down from her hairline into her tank top as she strained against the wrench. But finally Baatar heard it, just a whisper. “Me, too.”

That night he talked to Suyin again. What was one more child after all? With Opal moving in with Bolin they even had a spare bedroom.

“It doesn’t have to be forever,” he said. “Just until she finds her feet again.”

Su gave him a knowing smile. “Sure, Dad,” she said.