#and instead sticks around him because of that

[julietcpulet]

LN 5 epilogue: The moment, the aftermath and the anime.

I’ve seen people being concerned for how things will be portrayed if the anime makes it to the LN 5 epilogue where Jinshi and Maomao have their undoubtedly most intense moment of the series. If the anime gets renewed for a season 3 it’ll have to cover this as the first two seasons have done 4 light novels so if we get even one more it’ll be expected to make through light novel 6, which is great material. Do I expect that some people are going to see Jinshi’s behavior as toxic, assault and the like? Yup, probably ramped up 1,000% from the frog scene even. Do I think the anime will tone it down from the light novel? Yes I do. They’ve added things here and there to other scenes and in ways I think it’s helped, with that moment and its nuances I don’t see them going all the way there. Also, there’s lots of fan debate on translation so I wouldn’t be surprised if the animators take a light tone just to keep from siding one way or another on how it was translated. That being said, here’s why I’m not that worried even if the whole scene is shown: because sometimes we need the messy moments for the growth to happen. (Spoilers under the cut)

First, some perspective. An analysis on the moment itself.

People can argue that this one moment in Jinmao history is a bit too messy but I don’t think so. For one, I don’t think Jinshi was truly trying to hurt Maomao. Yes we see him put his hand on her throat and pull her hand behind her back, however he quickly releases both, his one hand to twine in her hair and the other to pull her closer when he kisses her. The point of both was to get her attention. This scene starts out in a somewhat similar fashion to the frog scene but it is much more of a breaking point for the two of them than that. Just like with the frog scene, Jinshi has something vital he wants to communicate with Maomao. The whole reason for her being there is that she’s a marriage candidate, she is even wearing a hair stick Jinshi had made specifically for her, one with a moon and a poppy. (Moon Prince and the girl who likes poison, since poppies represent poison, anyone?) But when they begin talking on this subject Maomao, like before and always, evades and won’t admit she knows she’s his real choice for a wife and this is a proposal. Instead she even has the audacity to suggest he marry Lishu, who at this point even Maomao knows has feelings for Basen and wouldn’t be a good choice for Jinshi given her nature and his. To me it’s this continual evasiveness that gets Jinshi to grab her attention again by putting his hands on her in a more aggressive manner. For Maomao though, we’re finally given a glimpse at why her responses are likely instinctual over emotional and why she appears to almost “shut down” in the face of an advance. It’s because we see that her brain has been taught to view everything from the perspective of the pleasure district, she even later says she was “indoctrinated”. Horrifyingly, her sisters subjected her to sexual conduct when she was young to learn the ways of a courtesan to the point of tears and so when she’s in a situation where anything sexual happens she doesn’t see it as an opportunity to express herself but instead to retreat and only find a way to gain the upper hand.

Remember too that Maomao admits from the beginning that Jinshi “isn’t the type who would lay a hand on a young woman” and this doesn’t make her change her opinion. She even says out loud when he says “I wasn’t actually going to hit you”, “I know.” She can jump around his actions but knows whatever he’s doing isn’t about hurting her, it’s about getting a reaction out of her, which is why she denies him that satisfaction. We see once Maomao takes any kind of initiative Jinshi backs off, showing his only real goal was to have her show any reciprocation towards him at all. Especially when we see his perspective at the beginning of LN 6 where he’s looking back on the interaction and realizes Maomao’s detachment, we understand what he wants from her is not simply sexual engagement. He wants her to feel something and not be “like trying to shove a curtain…simply roll with it.” To me this expresses why it’s not “assault” in that Jinshi wasn’t trying to harm, harass or have sex with Maomao. He releases her when he thinks she’s kissing him back and his excitement over the interaction is over when he sees her face and realizes that she was completely devoid of feeling like usual and just playing along to whatever end she thought was expected of her.

Why is this pivitol for Jinmao? Understanding them. Growth.

Because it’s where we finally get to see why these two cannot seem to get on the same page about love or mutual feelings. Without it they’d just keep doing the same old push / pull song and dance forever. The quote before he reaches behind her head gives us a clue to all of it.

“That word, that simple four-letter word with its o and its e, was sometimes called vulgar, and sometimes turned out to be nothing more than a game- but some people said it was impossible to live without.”

Maomao is talking about love, what she sees in Jinshi’s eyes, what she’s trying to avoid and how we’re supposed to see them both playing it as a game because right now they can’t see it as anything else just yet. If you read on into LN 6 we see that Jinshi’s whole goal was basically to “triumph over” or to get a rise out of Maomao in some way, which he miserably admits he failed at. She remained unmoved and defeated him soundly. But that’s the whole point of this moment between these two is to show that they’re both still viewing love this way, as a “game” where one side has to win and have the upper hand to be successful. It’s why Jinshi tries to push Maomao to show him emotion and then Maomao is the one to have “victory” in the end by using what her sisters taught her but with absolutely no feeling behind it. Even during their interaction we get a glimpse that Maomao seems pleased Jinshi was jealous she had been dancing with Rikuson, “So he had been watching them!” (To me meaning she wanted him to notice.) So there may not be complete lack of feeling on her part, just a twisted sense that it has to be manipulated. Jinshi’s view of love comes from watching palace women and men play political games for affection and status. Maomao sees love as dangerous and deceptive, many times the only form of it leading to harm and abandonment in the pleasure district. So both of them have no real concept what it means to love someone other than to try and get one over on the other, it’s about power, control and hiding what you actually want. Without this understanding on our part, as the readers and audience, that Jinshi and Maomao have troubled histories and a distorted view of love, we would just see the way they handle one another as abusive. You need this scene and others like it to get a glimpse into how they actually operate, what they're hiding and what the aftermath does for them.

From the moment to the aftermath, where change happens.

It's in the aftermath we see real change for the two of them. Jinshi realizes he was conceited and a part of him believing that because others respond to him favorably he could get Maomao to do the same. Maomao doesn’t evade him in the same way as before either. Yes when they reunite in LN 6 Jinshi still offers her an antler and they engage in their typical back and forth complete with Maomao trying to reason herself out of being Jinshi’s choice but it’s lighthearted and both are far less intense. Maomao’s want to rationalize Jinshi’s choice as purely political without feeling helps her reason why he might want to pick her. It gives us a glimpse at her self esteem being so low that she has to say “He’s got strange tastes, though” to understand why Jinshi would pick her over other women she’d consider more desirable to him. It’s telling too that Maomao is quoted as thinking,

“Maybe he was hoping she would come right out and say she loved him, but quite frankly, Maomao wasn’t at a point where she could bring those words to her lips. The best she could manage was that she wasn’t without a certain affection for him."

It’s telling because 1. It says she isn’t at that point she can bring the words to her lips, not that she doesn’t feel love for him. 2. It still states clearly she has affection for him. This goes to show that Jinshi’s prodding can have an effect on Maomao. Being the kind of shut down person she is due to her background, she in effect can almost need someone like Jinshi who’s willing to push her outside her comfort zone to get her to admit to feelings she’s unwilling or even at times unable to fully voice. Even in the next moments where he tickles her and she lightly objects but lets him, it allows even more walls between the two to be bridged. It’s not aggressive like what happens in the LN 5 epilogue but more like what two true lovers might do in playfully getting to know one another. And it still proves the most effective way in getting Maomao to open up because their conversation here leads to the first real confession Maomao makes about her true fear and it’s made as clear as it can be that it’s not marrying Jinshi himself but that in doing so she doesn’t want to become Gyokuyou’s enemy. This revelation by Maomao sets off a lot of what happens in the next novels for them and it wouldn’t have happened had Jinshi not pushed Maomao to stop ignoring she was a marriage candidate and instinctively shutting him out. By letting Jinshi in, not hiding what she’s actually thinking, even this little bit, he takes that knowledge and tries to do all in his power to keep her from being afraid of a future where they’re together. But without the moment in the garden of the LN 5 epilogue there would be no Maomao opening up and no Jinshi realizing he needs to do what he can, not to prove his feelings to her but to prove it’s possible they can work and she won’t be in a tough position.

"For you, I will remove every obstacle that keeps us apart. One day. Just know that." - "I won't let what you fear come to pass. I swear it."

An important detail: star crossed lovers.

I think this quote that occurs just before the LN 5 epilogue moment is important to mention because it ties into a theme that becomes relevant with Maomao and Jinshi going forward, that of the star-crossed lovers.Maomao is looking up at the dark sky and it’s possibly one of the most romantic observations she makes. Some may say I’m reading too much into this but if you’ve read Hyuuga’s novels you’ll know the details are where are the goodies are.

“The sky seemed so vast. There was no moon, making the stars to shine all the brighter. Three of them shone brightest of all. Perhaps those stars were the two lovers, and the river that separated them.”

This is likely referencing the myth of Altair & Vega, those are their western names but it’s a Chinese ancient myth about a celestial princess who falls in love with a mortal and they end up being placed as stars in the sky, separated by the Milky Way only able to see one another on occasional days (that’s my brief description, worth looking up if you want to know more). So I don’t think it’s coincidence at all Maomao references the stars being two lovers (Jinshi & Maomao) and the river that separates them (likely the empire or even Gyokuyou because she keeps requesting Maomao at her side.) I don’t think it’s that far a stretch to make. And this comes before they have this intense, highly charged moment in the garden as almost lovers. Completely misunderstanding each other yes, hence the river between them they have yet to cross but I think that’s why nothing can be taken at such face value here because even a quote like this can add such depth. Hyuuga does this again with the star-crossed lovers motif in LN 6 where in the same antler scene she has Maomao notice Jinshi looking at the book that falls and it’s Romeo & Juliet. How this relates to the LN 5 scene is that the star-crossed lovers are mired in tragedy, misunderstandings, missed opportunity. But as we see in LN 6 with the moment Maomao & Jinshi speak about Romeo & Juliet is they both agree about wishing for a different ending (I talk about this in another post). So my thought here is without the LN 5 epilogue, without having them be the stars separated by the river, having them face these difficulties, we also wouldn’t get the ending they’re both working so hard towards.

Finally, the anime: striking a balance.

So why should we actually look forward to a moment like the one in LN 5 being shown in the anime? Because it's not just about that moment but about everything it represents and leads to for these characters. Without this singular moment that's fraught with so much unresolved tension, feelings and decisions, Jinshi and Maomao would've never been pushed to discuss what needed to be between one another. They've both had too messy of upbringings to do so in any natural way. Maomao almost needs Jinshi to needle her to get her out of her self-imposed shell and he likewise needs Maomao to shut him down sometimes to prove his conceited notions aren't always on course. But without a moment like this we wouldn't have gotten a truth from Maomao that leads to down the road her admittance that she's merely afraid her feelings are too lukewarm compared to Jinshi's.

"It was a heat like molten metal. She wasn’t sure what to do with it all for the temperature she could return was no more than that of lukewarm water."

In effect showing that it's her sense of inferiority keeping them apart more than it is a lack of actual desire on either side. With the anime, I expect them to strike a reasonable balance. There's too much internal monologue that I don't think they'll be able to capture it all. The frog scene for me showed they were able to walk that tight rope between intense behavior and romantic advancement like the scene is meant to convey so if it would be the same team handling the garden scene I'm not worried at all. I think the anime's that are willing to stick to the canon, regardless of plots that may seem a bit edgy or not fit within modern standards, tend to be the best ones. So far Apothecary Diaries anime has stuck closely to the light novels and I would be surprised if we got to this moment and they deviated too much, they've handled much darker topics than this. I worry more about people's reactions to it but even then I anticipate the arguments that will coming along, hence this long winded explanation haha.

In truth, were this reality, would I recommend a girl friend stay with a guy like Jinshi, no I wouldn’t but I also wouldn’t recommend and guy friend stay with someone like Maomao who never listens and eats poison. Sometimes people take the fun out of watching two characters who are close to reality but don’t live in it play out an interesting story. I fully expect people won’t get the nuance in that scene and even I could read too much into it myself but I’m just looking forward to more seasons if we get them. However the anime decides to portray it should be good if we get there and I hope my analysis has made sense, even if it’s a bit long as always 😂.

[aventurineswife]

Platonic request⭐️!

teen!reader whose like Jinx from Arcane with Dan heng, Boothill, Aventurine, Silverwolf, and Blade.(All separately)

I’d like to think that the characters just stumbled upon reader at some point and just ended up dragging them along with somehow.(Character casually picking them up as if they were some sad wet cat left in the rain)

Bonus points if you give us a Boothill being a girl dad moment btw.

Some Things Just Stick

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Stray cat energy (Reader), Protective , Jinx (Arcane) like Reader, Banter & Humor, Hurt/Comfort Elements, Implications Of A Rough Past (Reader), Boothill being an accidental dad.

Warnings: Mild violence (mentions of fights, gunplay, and Blade being, well… Blade), Mentions of past trauma (Reader and characters), Implications of neglect/survival struggles (Reader), Boothill casually threatening someone with a gun (protective dad mode), Explosive tendencies (Reader is a little menace with engineering skills), Blade being emotionally unavailable but still taking care of Reader, Dan Heng internally sighing forever, Lots of sarcasm and playful threats.

A/N: I'm gonna let y’all know this is gonna be OOC because, while I'm writing this, I'm on episode 2 of season 1

[Part 1] | [Part 2]

Dan Heng did not sign up for this.

And by this, he meant the wild-eyed teenager currently sprawled out in the Archives, tinkering with something that absolutely did not belong to them.

"You’re going to break that," Dan Heng said flatly, watching as you poked at a delicate piece of Express technology with a screwdriver you had clearly stolen from the maintenance bay.

"That’s the fun part," you chirped, not even looking up. Your fingers twitched as you adjusted the wiring, blue sparks flying as you laughed, unbothered.

Dan Heng sighed, rubbing his temples. March and the Trailblazer just had to pick up a stray.

You had come aboard the Express by accident—a stowaway found shivering in a cargo bay during a pit stop. Your story had been vague, something about getting "bored" and "wanting an adventure" while heavily implying a past you didn’t want to talk about. March, of course, had immediately decided you were part of the crew now, while the Trailblazer had just shrugged and gone along with it. Dan Heng, however, was still questioning how exactly you had attached yourself to him.

At first, you had been like an untamed animal, skittish and unpredictable, yet stubbornly following him around the Express. Over time, though, you started listening when he told you not to mess with the train’s core systems. You learned to recognize his moods—when to push him, when to leave him be. Somehow, without meaning to, Dan Heng had ended up… responsible for you.

He sighed. "At least tell me what you're making."

You grinned up at him. "Boom."

Dan Heng’s blood ran cold. "Boom?"

"Boom!" You gestured to the mess of wires and circuits. "Just a little one. A harmless one. Probably. Maybe."

Dan Heng pinched the bridge of his nose. "No explosives on the Express."

You pouted but set the device down with a dramatic sigh, flopping onto your back. "You’re no fun."

"I am fun," he said, deadpan. "I just don’t enjoy unnecessary explosions in an enclosed space."

You grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. "Sooo, if I built something outside…?"

"Still no."

You groaned loudly, throwing an arm over your eyes. Dan Heng looked down at you—this stray cat of a person, chaotic and loud yet strangely endearing. Despite himself, he sighed and handed you a book from the shelf.

"Read this instead," he said. "It’s about engineering. No explosives."

You eyed him suspiciously before taking it. "…You really are trying to make me boring, huh?"

Dan Heng shook his head. "No. Just… less likely to blow yourself up."

Blade was used to blood. To violence. To the kind of suffering that never truly healed.

He was not used to… whatever this was.

"Stop staring at me like that," he muttered.

You didn’t. If anything, you leaned closer, peering up at him with unnerving curiosity. "You do blink, right? Like, I haven’t actually seen it happen, and I’m starting to think maybe you’re part statue—"

Blade exhaled sharply through his nose, gripping the hilt of his sword. He should’ve just left you where he found you—half-starved, covered in soot, and scavenging in the ruins of some forgotten world. But something about the way you had laughed despite the wreckage around you had kept him from walking away.

"Why am I still here?" you asked suddenly, rocking back on your heels. "Like, not that I’m complaining, but you seem like the type to leave people behind."

He was that type. Had been, many times. Yet, for some reason, he had not left you.

"You’re useful," he said simply.

You snorted. "That’s a lie, but okay, edgelord."

Blade twitched. "Edgelord?"

You grinned at his reaction. "What, you don’t like nicknames? C’mon, you look like a guy who collects angsty monologues for fun."

Blade inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as if summoning patience from the void itself. Maybe he should have left you behind. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew he wouldn’t.

There was something about you—something reckless, something broken, something that reminded him of himself. He didn’t know why, but he had picked you up like a stray left out in the cold.

And despite everything, he hadn’t let you go.

Boothill had dealt with a lot of things in his life—gunfights, betrayals, bounty hunters, and enough explosions to last several lifetimes.

He had not, however, ever expected to end up with a kid hanging off his arm like an overgrown possum.

"You do know you can walk, right?" he drawled, glancing down at you as you clung to his mechanical arm, feet dangling in the air.

"Yeah, but this is more fun," you chirped, kicking your legs.

Boothill sighed dramatically but didn’t shake you off. He had found you during a raid on an IPC outpost—scrawny, wild-eyed, covered in soot but grinning like you had just pulled the greatest prank in the universe. You had latched onto him immediately, and for some reason, he had let you.

Now, here you were, an extra shadow at his side, jabbering a mile a minute while he tried to track down an IPC target.

"You ever not talk?" Boothill asked, adjusting his hat.

"Mm… nope."

"Figures."

You hummed, watching as he checked the sights on his revolver. "So, like, if you had a kid, would you be, like, a cool dad or a scary dad?"

Boothill blinked. "What kinda question is that?"

"An important one."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess I’d be both."

You grinned. "Yeah, I can see it. You’ve got ‘cool but terrifying’ vibes. Like, you’d let your kid get away with stuff, but if anyone else messed with them, you’d go full murder mode."

Boothill tilted his head, considering it. "Reckon you’re not wrong."

You smirked, still hanging onto his arm like a little gremlin. "Guess that makes you my scary cool dad now."

Boothill stared at you for a long moment before sighing, tipping his hat forward to hide the amused glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, kid. Guess it does."

Boothill had one golden rule—don’t mess with his own.

And right now, some lowlife was doing just that.

"Kid," he drawled, stepping in front of you as the thug sneered. "Y’wanna tell me why this fella’s lookin’ at you like that?"

You shrugged. "I may have stolen his gun parts."

Boothill sighed. "May?"

"Okay, definitely."

The thug growled, stepping closer. "You little—"

Boothill moved faster.

A single, precise gunshot rang out, and the thug froze as Boothill’s revolver hovered an inch from his face.

"Now, now," Boothill said lazily, "let’s not be rude to the kid."

You grinned from behind him, hands on your hips. "Told you I had a scary cool dad."

Boothill just sighed. "What am I gonna do with you, kid?"

[potato-lord-but-not]

HOLY GHOSTS OCS 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

these guys (except Abraham) show up in the first part of the story, playing a large role in exploring Oscar’s relationship with his church and community. I think about them too much oufhh…..

Yapping about them (mainly the old priest guys) under cut because I’m ANNOYING

We’ll get Cynthia and Jamie out of the way first- they play a larger role within the current plot. Cynthia and Jamie are childhood best friends and are leading the new wave of younger folks working within the church. Jamie is new his responsibilities as a priest but is determined to serve the lord and his community. Cynthia is also very hospitable, constantly seen at the soup kitchen. Both of them look up to Oscar as an older brother of sorts, even when he’s at his lowest they never lost faith in him. Oscar has a hard time separating himself from his duty as a man of God, and sometimes fails to realize the impact he has on those around him, good and bad. Yeah idk they’re both very silly, Cynthia is the certified yapper and gossiper while Jamie prefers to sit back and listen. I love them sm….

NOW FOR THE OLD MENNNN OUFFGHH

Abraham and Seymour are very very old friends, having worked together for decades. Abe always joked about how they were inseparable by the will of God, as no matter what they always seemed to end up back together. Seymour is more reserved, calculated, he prefers to stick to the book. Abe was more spontaneous, he liked to go with the heart and gut. Abe took Oscar in when no one else was willing to, even Seymour was skeptical but trusted Abe’s judgment. He helped Oscar find a path that he could channel all that anger and need to help others, he supported him throughout everything and never gave up even when it seemed like everyone else was against them.

Abe was also an exorcist. Seymour thought he was being reckless with his decision to dabble in that practice, but Abe was determined to help those suffering through the horrors beyond this world. He had plans to have Oscar take his place when he passed, and was slowly preparing him on how to deal with such things. However, he was struck with a sudden illness a few years before the events of malevolent, and passed away. This shook up the whole church, but mainly Oscar, starting his downward spiral back into alcoholism and worsening his lingering depression. Seymour didn’t take it well either, but had to put on a brave face since he’s the pastor of st Jean Baptiste. Seymour has grown more protective of Oscar, knowing those two had a father-son relationship of sorts, and wants to be there for him as much as he can. Even if he’s less outwardly empathetic.

Were Seymour and Abe lovers ?? hard to say. They would never say they had any sort of romance going on, obviously, but if they hadn’t chosen this path I think they would’ve moved out of the city and grown old together in the same home.

Are Cynthia and Jamie lovers ??? most definitely. Their families were not keen on interracial relationships, especially Jamie’s, and that was a big factor in him deciding to become a priest. He decided if he couldn’t be with her, he didn’t need to be with anyone. Cynthia felt the same, refusing to date and instead focusing on helping her community with her favorite person.

OKAY INCOHERENT YAP SESSION OVER SORRYYYY

[scary-grace]

This art did something bad to me, so instead of editing Opposites Attract like I was supposed to, I wrote a follow-up to hands-off, hands-on. Canon-esque, Shigaraki x reader, belligerent sexual tension, blowjobs. Pretty obviously rated E.

hands-free

As soon as the closet door shuts, Shigaraki’s pinned back against it. He tries to keep a decent poker face, but it’s not easy when you’re glaring at him like that. “What is your problem?”

“I’m not the one with a problem,” you snap. “You don’t get to be a dick to me just because you popped a boner at the wrong moment.”

“I – didn’t,” Shigaraki snaps in response, willing his face not to turn red. “If I did, how would you even know? Is it that hard to keep your mind off my cock?”

“To be honest, Shigaraki? I only think about it when it’s ruining my day,” you say. Shigaraki scoffs, tries to step away from the door, only for you to close the space between the two of you and push him back against it. “Like when you’re so pissed about being horny that you try to cut me down to size in front of everyone.”

Shigaraki would argue that on principle, if there was a principle, but you’ve got him figured out on this one, and you haven’t even used your quirk on him. If you’d used your quirk on him, you’d have figured out that it’s about you, because of you. As it is, you just think he’s an asshole, and he’s better off that way. If you knew the truth, there’s no way you’d have dragged him in here. And definitely no way you’d have locked the door.

“We’ve been over this,” you say. “I thought we had a deal.”

You did. It was a pretty good deal for Shigaraki – he got a handjob, and you got off his shitlist. And stayed off it, because in spite of the fact that Shigaraki’s annoyed with you no matter what you’re doing, you’re pretty good at playing your part within the League. With that in mind, Shigaraki didn’t have any business going off on you at the strategy meeting today. Except that he had a dream about you last night, and he was still thinking about it this morning, and he got so annoyed with his inability to stop thinking about it that he blew up at you before you could even open your mouth.

You’re still glaring, waiting for a response. “Yeah. We have a deal,” Shigaraki says. “What did you want me to do? Tell you to meet me in my room in front of everybody so you could get me off?”

“You could have told me before the meeting,” you point out. “So now I’m meeting you here.”

Your hands settle on Shigaraki’s waist, your palms warm through the thin fabric. Shigaraki’s mind skids to a halt as you drag your fingers along the waistband of his pants, hooking one finger beneath it before letting it fall back. “You can’t do that in here,” he says. When did his mouth get so dry? “Are you crazy?”

“Apparently I am, for sticking around to be your favorite punching bag.” You edge the waistband of his pants ever so slightly down, exposing the crests of his hips. Shigaraki clenches his jaw as a shiver travels through them. “Maybe if I do a better job this time, you’ll come to me first instead of picking on me in front of everyone and expecting me to figure it out.”

You’re going to touch him. Shigaraki can barely stand to remember what happened before on a normal day, but right now, when you’re practically pinning him to the door? He forgot that the process of you helping him get off involves making the whole problem worse. He can feel your breath against his neck as you lean in close. “Keep your hands to yourself this time,” you say. “I don’t want to have to steal another one of your hoodies.”

You stole one from him last time, after he ruined your shirt. Shigaraki realizes with some degree of horror that you’re wearing it right now. You pull his pants down roughly, freeing his cock, and he bites back a groan. He doesn’t have to look down to know that he’s painfully hard, and if he wasn’t leaking precum before, he’s doing it now, because he’s thinking about you jerking him off while wearing his clothes. He should have pulled you aside this morning. Should have dragged you back to his room. Shigaraki’s hips twitch, seeking friction, and you step back.

He hates the way you’re looking him up and down, and you’re not doing anything. “Don’t just stare. Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Your hands are still grasping his hips, thumbs running over his hipbones until he squirms. “Like this?”

One hand dips between his legs, loosely cradling his balls. Why does everything feel so much better when you’re doing it? Shigaraki mumbles a curse, shifting impatiently as he waits for your other hand to leave his hips and curl around his cock. The hand on his hip stays where it is as you sink to your knees in front of him.

You’re – what? Shigaraki’s jaw slackens at the thought, let alone the sight of you down there, tilting your head to consider his cock. The pressure of your hand on his hip increases as you lean forward and drag your tongue across his tip, and Shigaraki’s focus narrows down to your hands and your mouth and nothing else.

He leans back against the wall, trying to stay balanced, but it’s hard to do when you’re making his back arch like this. You’re barely doing anything beyond playing with his tip, drawing him partway into your mouth so your tongue can caress the underside of his cock. Shigaraki’s hips jerk forward, seeking more, and your other hand rises to pin him in place. What is Shigaraki supposed to do now? Just sit back and take it? That’s what he did in the dream that fucked him over today – sat back on his bed with his hands tied over his head, while you sucked mark after mark into his torso and his hips and his thighs. You never touched his cock, and Shigaraki was still desperate when he woke up. Desperate enough to hump pillows. Not desperate enough to go to you.

He should have. He would have, if he’d known you’d do something like this. Shigaraki’s legs are starting to shake, and worse, he’s clawing at his neck again, trying to ground himself in the face of what you’re doing to him. It’s not possible. You told him to keep his hands to himself, but there’s nothing for Shigaraki to touch. Not you. Definitely not you. Shigaraki makes the mistake of glancing down again. You’re sucking on the tip of his cock, your eyes fluttering shut, and you’re wearing his clothes. Shigaraki lets his head fall back against the door and moans.

He’s never felt like this before, not even when you were touching him last time. Something about you pinning him. Something about the fact that you dragged him in here yourself. Shigaraki’s back arches again, stays frozen there, while his hands tangle up in his own hair and his jaw aches with the effort of holding back the sounds he wants to make. When you pull away, he actually whines in protest. “Don’t stop ��”

“Are you sure you like this?” you ask. “You’re so quiet compared to last time.”

Shigaraki’s face flushes. “What do you think?” he spits, as you nudge his shaking legs further apart. “Do you need me to say it?”

“It might be nice,” you say, like last time. Your lips brush against Shigaraki’s stomach as you lean forward again, and you keep kissing him. Another whine forces its way through Shigaraki’s clenched teeth as your teeth scrape over his hip. “Yes or no is fine.”

“Yes,” Shigaraki says, hating how ragged his voice is becoming. Hates how his body spasms as your lips move along the crease between his leg and hip. “Yes. I like it when you – ah, fuck – fuck –”

Swearing isn’t as pathetic as moaning, but Shigaraki’s moaning, too. He’s too loud. The entire city can probably hear him. You let go of his hips, but only for a second – long enough for you to change your grip, to pull him forward against your mouth, close enough to press your nose into his hair. Shigaraki could thrust, but there’s no point. He’s all the way as close as he can get, and you wanted him there. You’re the one holding him in place as your throat convulses around the head of his cock. You’re the one who won’t let him go.

You aren’t letting go, but he begs you anyway – not to stop, to make him come. Your fingernails dig into his hips as you swallow hard, and Shigaraki comes in a shaking, whimpering, pathetic rush. Your throat convulses again, and again, your grip on his hips so tight that he’ll have scratch marks or bruises by the end of the day. Shigaraki can’t think about that, any more than he can think about the fact that you’re swallowing. All he can do is shudder in your grip, keeping his hands to himself, until you finally draw back and let him go.

Shigaraki falls back against the door with a thud. You sit back and clear your throat, then swallow a few more times, grimacing. No points for guessing why. Shigaraki untangles his hands from his hair and pulls up his pants, trying to string a sentence together. “You didn’t have to swallow.”

“No?” You cough again. “I thought guys liked that kind of thing.”

It’s hot to know that you’re willing to. Really hot. Shigaraki’s pretty sure this will be featuring in every single horny daydream for the rest of his life. Still – “I wouldn’t want to eat it, either.”

“Good to know.” You get to your feet, wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, then try to nudge past Shigaraki to the door. “Move.”

“Hey.” Shigaraki leans back against the door, then throws out his arm to block your way. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out. I don’t want to spend the rest of the day in here.” You try to get past Shigaraki again, and he refuses to move. “What?”

“You know,” Shigaraki says. There’s something you did last time that you forgot this time. You’re looking at him blankly, without a hint of recognition, and Shigaraki loses patience – with himself this time, which is new. “Fuck it. Don’t move.”

“Hands to yourself,” you warn, but Shigaraki doesn’t need both hands – or any hands – for this. He leans in, and you don’t move in time, and in spite of knowing exactly where your mouth has been, it’s still a pretty good kiss.

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[foreverromanticising]

renegade | ln4

(8) a phone call from zak reminds lando of his reality that he had been trying so hard to run from

lando norris x fem!reader | 1.9k words | a still perfect summer with lando norris

(a little bit of a shorter chapter however very heavy in content that took me a little longer to write - pls enjoy and send me all ur thoughts! alsoooooo after this we have two chapters left, ten in total, before i move onto the next lando pic so pls!! stick around for that)

(also!! reminder this fic is based off of renegade by big red machine and taylor… lmk if u can see the cracks and similarities)

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Resentfully so, Lando peeled his body away from yours, a mix of bare skin and white sheets, and began getting ready for the day. Memories of the night before returned to him in the form of a pink flush dusting over his cheeks every time he caught a glimpse of your naked skin, almost taunting him from the way you laid across the bed. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into the bed again, to get under your skin and drag his lips across every inch of your body. 

But a phone call from Zak that morning, high-pitched and blaring as it his phone rang from his bedside table. He found himself thanking his lucky stars that you merely stirred in your sleep and cuddled closer towards his pillow once he slipped out of the bed beside you. Though, he had to fight a smirk from forcing its way onto his face once he picked up the phone over the thought of why you were so tired from the night before. The ache in his legs was reminder enough as he tried to keep some sort of composure as he spoke to Zak.

It was a minor phone call, a meaningless chat if anything, but it left Lando reeling. A quick discussion about some upgrades to the car for after the summer break, some reminders about training, and another gentle - though, usual - reminder from Zak that he wanted Lando to stay in check; keeping being responsible. It was the same speech from Zak after every sort of break that Lando would be away from racing - begging him to stay in line, a reminder he was doing well, and to keep PR in mind at all times.

Truly, the phone call wasn’t the worst Lando had ever had from his boss - Kingsday only a few months ago left a sour taste in his mouth when he recalled the messages he woke up to after his so called ‘PR disaster,’. But, Lando hadn’t been expecting it. He had had the morning planned out in his head as he wanted a slow and sultry wake up call with you in his arms. Instead, he woke with a panic and his heart racing far too quick for his liking.

It started his whole day off wrong, he didn’t want to think about anything to do with racing when the was in Greece. He wanted to be with you, with his friends, under the Grecian sun and pretend he wasn’t a Formula One driver. So far, he had been successful in doing so - albeit, he faced a blip after seeing Charles and Carlos - but he was happy.

You helped him bathe in this fantasy of his. You had no idea he was Lando Norris, Mclaren Formula One racer, you knew him as Lando - or Lan as he preferred. You knew Lando as the boy who refused suncream and had the tastebuds of a child, the boy who drove maybe a bit too fast for the backroads, and who picked you out the shiniest of shells from the sea because they reminded him of you - ‘the prettiest shells for his pretty girl’. You didn’t expect anything of him, you weren’t questioning his every move after a race, and you couldn’t have cared less about his championship standings. 

Partly because you still didn’t know that side of Lando existed, and he had every intention of keeping it that way in order to maintain his peace. 

Lando kept Zak on the phone whilst he got ready for the day, absentmindedly agreeing to everything he said whilst his mind drifted off to how you two would spend the rest of the day. He was becoming acutely aware of how your time together was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it to hold on. The days were running thin and the clock in his mind ticked even louder with everything Zak was saying to him; he needed you to drown out that sound, to make everything quiet again for him.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before you made your way into the bathroom behind him. The mirrors in the bathroom had fogged up with steam so you wasted no time in dragging your hand over them, catching Lando’s eyeliner through the reflection. You stayed quiet whilst he said his goodbyes, busying yourself with brushing your teeth and pretending you weren’t listening to Lando’s phone call - because you absolutely weren’t and you had no idea what the man on the phone meant by ‘the rest of the season is ours,’ so you pretended to be more interested with the contents of your makeup bag. 

“Morning, baby.” Lando took a step closer towards you, pressing a kiss to your temple and pushing some stray hairs behind your ears so he could take a proper look at you - stood in nothing but his shirt from the night before, and he could’ve sworn you were trying to get a reaction out of him but he knew when you smiled sweetly back up at him, he knew you were none the wiser.

“You’re up early, hm?” It was entirely unusual that Lando was awake before you as you spent most mornings trying to coax him out of bed despite his many protests, so to say you were shocked was quite an understatement.

“Yeah, work phone calls take priority apparently.” He still wasn’t too happy with Zak phoning him when he knew that he was in Greece, trying to create a distance between himself and racing for at least a few weeks. But now you were stood beside him, taking his mind off of that, so he couldn’t complain all too much.

“Even on holiday?” You tutted and rolled your eyes, understanding Lando’s annoyance because you couldn’t imagine how you would feel if your boss had called to chat about work when you had time off. “There should be a boundary set there, honestly.”

“I know but everything’s just so important to him, it can’t wait another few days ‘till I’m back,” Lando sighed and ran his hands over his face, trying his hardest not to let anything Zak had said to him seep into his mind but he was beginning to struggle in his fight against his own mind. “I get it, I do, him being stressed and whatever, but, fuck I mean, I’m fucking stressed, y’know, and I don’t think he’s getting it.” His breathing picked up more than what Lando would’ve been comfortable with, it caught in his throat and crawled through him, threatening him as tears that pricked at his eyes.

You wanted to interject, to try and soothe him however you could, but you let him keep speaking -  let him speak his mind. You figured it would be better for him to truly let his feelings out into the open before you tried to ease his anxieties. 

“I just, I don’t think I can take the pressure sometimes, it feels like everyone’s expecting me to be something I’m not,” He could hardly get his words out in between his shallow breathing, he tried biting his lip to keep his composure but it was useless - his sobs fought their way to be seen, to be heard, and he couldn’t pretend that keeping his emotions at bay was any use. No matter what he done, or how he felt, his emotions would fight their way through him as they bubbled to the surface. “I dont- I can’t- I dunno. God, sorry.”

“No, Lan, no, it’s okay.” You quickly shook your head and moved closer to him, your hands cupping his face to try and pull him back towards you instead of letting him spiral into the mess of his own mind.

“You don’t- I just, I don’t want you seeing me like this.” He tried to pull away, to hide from your worried eyes, but you kept him in your hold. Your fingers dragged across his cheeks, wiping away the tears that had fallen from his eyes as you could feel Lando’s breathing beginning to slow down. 

“You’ve got nothing to hide, not from me.” You could understand why Lando wouldn’t want you to see him in a state like this, but you didn’t want him to feel like he had to hide from you - you wanted to be there for you.

“Sorry, it’s stupid to get worked up like this, especially about work,” He took one final deep breath and clasped his hands over yours as they still rested over his cheeks, tangling your fingers together. “I just get in my head sometimes, get worried about shit I’ve got no control over - I just wasn’t expecting to have to deal with it over here.”

“It’s okay to get worked up, it’s not stupid- you’re not stupid,” Though your words weren’t the most colourful, they were heartfelt and exactly what Lando needed to hear. “You don’t have to be anything, you just have to be you.”

“I don’t think I’m meant for this sometimes,” Lando leant back against the bathroom countertop, unable to stop the words from spilling out - though, he should’ve thought harder about what he was saying to you, knowing it was more than what he had ever planned for but he couldn’t help it in a brief moment of weakness. “I want to live like you, I think, sometimes. Just travel and meet people and live freely, just do whatever I want. I hate that people have an idea of me in their head and I can’t live up to it.”

“The best you can give people is yourself, there’s no point in pretending to be someone you’re not.” You moved to stand in between his legs, Lando’s hands then finding solace on your waist as he tried to keep himself grounded.

“You see me, though. And I like that,” Lando dipped his head closer to yours, his lips hovered over yours but he didn’t dare to press a kiss there, not yet. “I don’t have to pretend to be anything, I get to just be me.”

“That’s all I ask for, Lan.” You closed the gap between you and Lando, your hand resting on his chest as you felt him relax any tensions within him under the pressure of your touch.

“So, that farmer’s market is still there today- you up for it?” He pinched your waist, seemingly in a far better mood than he was all of ten minutes ago. “There’s local honey, homemade jewellery, organic produce. We could take a drive, do some shopping, y’know embrace being a tourist for the last while.”

“Sounds perfect.” You nodded your head and embraced the smile on your face as it hid the minor uneasy feeling that was building in your chest over the thought of how little time you had left with Lando without so much as a plan for what would happen when all of this had to come to an end. So instead, you focused on Lando in front of you and the thought of the farmer’s market with him.

[forsaken-headcanons]

I’m part of the mcyt community as well as forsaken, and hybrids are a huge part of the fandom space, so I decided I wanted to assign hybrids to the survivors as if they were part of a mcrp (minecraft roleplay for those who are unfamiliar) along with hybrid related hcs for them smiles. Some will be minecraft mobs, some will be real animals NOT featured in minecraft, and there is like two bugs bc i love bugs smiles. 

Starting off strong we have Noob as a butterfly! Specifically a painted lady butterfly. They have wings, antennae and no nose. In order to account for the wings, whenever they get a new top, they cut out the back almost completely, and sew string on both sides on the bottom to tie together so it doesn’t flap around uncontrollably. At some point after being forsaken, a killer (probably 1x) ripped off their wings in an attempt to kill them, which didn’t work, so they no longer have wings. Their antennae are still there though, and are used to express emotion and are used as sensory organs in place of a nose.

Second we have Guest 1337 as an ocelot! Minecraft ocelots were sorta left to be forgotten after cats were added as a separate mob TwT but that won’t stop me from making Guest a catboy!! He has the ocelot fur pattern on all his hair. The hair on his head, body hair, facial hair, all of it. The fur is blue instead of yellow to match his canon hair color. Its hard to see the pattern on his head hair due to all the combing and styling he did before being forsaken, but after he was forsaken, he couldn’t do much with it so it eventually got more clear as it got messier. He was bullied while in the military for being a catboy, ppl called him Lieutenant Whiskers. They only stopped after he beat the hell out of some newbie who threatened to cut off his tail “as a joke”. Speaking of his tail, he mostly keeps it hidden in one of his pant legs because he thinks its easier than either forcing it out the top of his pants or cutting a hole in them. 

Next up is the wonderful 007n7 as an Enderman! His hybrid genetics aren’t as prominent as some other people’s, so he can’t use his teleportation without assistance (he made the c00lgui specifically for this). He doesn’t like eye contact, although it doesn’t really provoke him like it does real Endermen, it makes him really uncomfortable. As a result of this, he tends to look towards the floor. He is fine with looking at Dusekkar though because he has a pumpkin as a head. He is fluent in the galactic language (enchanting table language) and he also encoded the c00lgui in it. Bugs remind him of Endermites, so he despises them. Bug hybrids are alright, but they aren’t his favorite. 007 is also pretty tall (maybe 6’0-6’3?)

After that we got Taph as a Creeper! He’s furry all over, but it feels more coarse than soft. Unlike 007n7, his hybrid instincts are very prevalent. He is unable to speak, hissing instead. People obviously don’t understand him, and that’s why he uses sign language. Taph has four legs, but they’re hidden by his cloak. 

Dusekkar is part phantom! Since phantoms burn in the daylight, he wears a pumpkin to prevent this. He has wings which he uses to fly. He can’t go too high though, as they are small. Dusekkar never sleeps as he is nocturnal and it always seems to be night in forsaken so idk

Shedletsky timee! Of course my boy is an avian. Avians aren’t mobs, for those who don’t know, but they’re typically what we call bird hybrids. Shed is a chicken avian, ofc!! He has those head wing things that some people give avians. He also has a bird tail (it doesn’t look like a chicken’s tail for some reason. He doesn’t know why) and small wings on his back that stick out of a small slit he made. It isn’t wide at all, he just took a pair of scissors and sliced through it carelessly. Shed’s chicken is real chicken, his reasoning is that since he isn’t full chicken, it’s not real cannibalism. 

Chance would probably be a piglin. Piglins in minecraft are sort of like gambling. You give them gold, they give you a random item from their loot table (Not sure why they arent utilized more in minecraft casinos, piglin gambling would be really fun). Chance tends to hide his piglin features, like his ears are hidden under his hat, his tail is hidden in his pants, he tries to squish his hooves into his shoes (it hurts but he does it anyway), and he sometimes wears a mask to hide his fangs. He doesn’t have the mask in forsaken. His body is slightly fuzzy, but not furry. It’s also slightly tinted pink. He tends to collect (steal) gold items he finds. If you give him something with gold on it, he’ll do you a favor, or give you a gift in return. He definitely has a stash of gold underneath his bed. The coin he flips is also pure gold, and his flintlock has gold accents. 

Two time is a death’s head moth 100%. They have their spawn tail present on their canon design, but rather than the spawn wings, they grow moth wings with a spawn-like pattern where the skull pattern would be. The way they expose their wings is through a large, diamond-shaped cutout on their back.  It was cut out soon after joining the cult in anticipation for entering their second life. All members do this. (This is actually a hc i have overall for the spawn cult, not just for the hybrid version of two time) Two time’s wings are grey, black, and white. Their antennae are pitch black, but shift to a bright white in their second life. They are also fuzzy, which is most concentrated around their neck and cheeks. 

Builderman and Elliot are hard to assign. We can technically have non-hybrids, but thats no fun. 

I’m gonna say builderman is a vex. I don’t have much to say about him, but he has downwards pointed ears, sharp teeth, and tiny wings. He doesn’t see it as being worth it to deface his clothing to show them off, so they’re just sitting under his shirt. His hybrid traits aren’t too obvious, so the other survivors thought he was human at first. 

I can’t really see Elliot as anything but human, so he’s the only non-hybrid on the list (girl in an all boys glmm ahh survivor). He’s definitely nervous about suddenly being the only full human after being forsaken, but he doesn’t let it get to his head. He ended up bonding with 007n7 because he’s mostly human, despite hating 007 previously.  He does the same with Builderman. The three ended up forming a little group they call “Human Club”. Although two of the three members are hybrids, their hybrid traits are subtle enough to count as normal humans in Elliot’s eyes. 

Anywaysss thats my hybrid au/hcs i hope u liked it smiles ^^ I may come back later with more hybrid content for yall if i can come up with anything. Yay!!

I’d like to go by Hybrid anon, if thats ok ^^

I always love headcanons of the survivors being hybrids! I feel like it adds more onto their character, and makes their designs a lot more interesting and fun!

And I certainly had fun reading this. You did such a good job at assigning the hybrids for the survivors, I like them.

It's nice to have you, Hybrid anon!

also ydid you just say minecraft.... heh... chicken jockey...

[pentrologram]

i’m currently sick (with the flu) and while drifting off in the arms of probable death or something i dreamt this up. so. here

my reasoning for this is that i think jason is very insecure. very brash on surface level but if you get closer you’ll realise how much of a baby he is,,

so let’s say he had a really tough patrol. like his eyes are drooping and it’s the middle of winter and his bones seem to protest his every move. he grits his teeth, peeling sweat-slick gear off and tossing it in his office before clicking the shower (barely tall enough for him) up to its hottest setting. It barely stops his shivering so he calls it a lost cause and instead gets to wrapping his (numerous, but few!) wounds by himself in the bathroom.

he's dead on his feet by the time he pulls on a pair of his coziest sweatpants and flops onto the bed, only to earn a grunt from- you. laying on your stomach on your side of the bed, and honestly, how could he have forgotten that you moved in with him, like, half a year ago? he blinks blearily at you and watches as you reach out and turn on the nightstand lamp, twisting around to look at him.

the first thing you notice is how pathetic he looks. those pretty green eyes are wet, scarred lips tiredly frowning, damp hair sticking up. you huff a laugh before moving onto your back, reaching out and grasping his wrist, pulling him towards you.

there's hesitation in his eyes but he lets it happen, shuffling over and resting his head on your chest, throwing a lazy arm over your midsection. your arms find space over his shoulders, but otherwise, you're completely overshadowed by his 6'3 frame, which… kind of scares him. he's big and muscular and if he wanted to, he could, like, suffocate you. or something. not that he wants to- no, he loves you and he thinks you're the perfect person, but managing these… scary, accidental thoughts by himself is tiring.

so he whispers to you. something inane, just to make him focus on something else- anything else. and you tell him about how the tree in front of your workplace is finally blooming because it's late april in jersey and everything's finally waking up, and you drone on about the neighbour's gardening plans or something. it's enough to comfort him and he eventually drifts off into sleep.

[satorusideals]

Airy Spring

a/n: soooo.. fourth post. I honestly need og ideas. I’m trying so hard to think of things. But I’ll get there! My time is limited because of current events but I’ll be on it. Pls give me inspo im crying. Also! I need more moots. Enjoy ig. 🥀

content: fem view, pregnancy, dad gojo, and fluff!!!!!!

It came to no surprise. Your life was so different. By having a puffy stomach, aching feet, sharp back pains, and a little newborn that filled your ears; you were a new woman.

You remember the fateful afternoon that had you pacing back and forth as your hands clasped onto the long piece of plastic. The very item that made you shriek of happiness (?), anxiety (?), and shock.

You were no where near ready to confess to your husband, Satoru Gojo.

He was a busy man.

You both understood that. And the thought of somewhat impeding his plans made you bite your tongue.

In an attempt to continue the normalcy, you make dinner, turn on the lamps, anxiously do laundry, and try to take a warm bath— but as soon as your dear husband begins to rattle the front door— you pace inside the bathroom.

Oh.. how will he react? He’ll be happy, right? What about his schedule? Maybe he’s not hungry..

“I’m back! Guess who’s the best husband that brought kikufuku?? I am!”

Your hairs stick up at his exclamation, and the few droplets of cold sweat begin to build up on the tip of your nose.

Great.

His innocent teasing is always nerve wrecking.

Satoru’s steps get louder by the second, and when you open the bathroom door, he’s standing outside with a smile.

“You took a bath without me?? And here I was trying to rush back home to you” he says with a teasing pout, before wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you, baby. Did you miss me?” he asks while pulling back to look at your water kissed face.

There was no way to hide from him. Every reaction and cold shoulder you gave him was a clear indicator that something was wrong. Whether it was him or the bad weather— oh, he didn’t know! He took every bad possibility and ran with it.

He loves his dear wife!

During dinner, he felt that enough was enough. No time was wasted and he asked.

“Are you mad at me? I’m sorry— I came as quick as possible.” Satoru pouts and drops his utensils in an attempt to give you his undivided attention.

You sigh and shake your head.

“I’m just tired.. I cleaned the whole house, ya know?”

“Well.. no one asks you to. I’ve offered a maid before.”

Your quick responses are what save you. At least for a bit.

Satoru’s short trips leave a balance of home time and work. These time intervals give you time on how to confess. Or figure out what to even do.

Before you know it, he’s back from another trip. His slender frame is wrapped around you in your large bed with his hand on your now plush hip. An obvious hint at your body’s accommodation.

“You’re so fluffy now.. you gaining?” he innocently asks as his nose buries itself into your scalp.

Satoru yelps at your pinch.

“Ow! What was that for!?”

“You’re a prick. I don’t know why I bother with you!”

He was just asking..

After fighting yourself, both mentally (anxiety) and physically (morning sickness), you break the news before Satoru steps out for his mission.

“‘Toru.. you’re not gonna eat breakfast?”

“Mm.. nah. My stomach hurts if I eat too early. Maybe I’ll come for dinner tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay..” you mutter as his face leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“What’s with the sad face, hm?”

“I just.. don’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what..? You’re divorcing me or somethin’?”

“No.. it feels like I’m lying to you.”

He stays silent. You could basically feel his heartbeat. Stray and loud. He honestly would have loved that breakfast instead of feeling this tension you’ve unknowingly created.

“I’m pregnant. You. Me. We’re pregnant.”

Those passing moments between you both felt like eternal.

Satoru’s sleepy eyes widened and made him freeze.

“What? Ha.. ha-ha.. you’re-“

“I’m sorry.”

“Honey, what? Sorry? Wait, what?”

His words made you more confused. Was he surprised or disappointed?

You looked away. The sun’s rays were shining through the room from the window, but left no warmth to comfort you.

Satoru realized his unintended negligence of comforting you and he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.”

“Stop saying that.. what are you sorry for?”

“We didn’t want this.. I’m sorry.”

He sighs. His hand cups your cheek and pulls you back to look directly into your eyes.

His blue pearls watched your reactions and counted your every freckle and lash without hesitation.

His wonderful wife had just confessed a life altering situation— and here he was stuttering like a high school boy.

“Who said that, hm? Just ‘cus we didn’t plan it, doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Unless.. you don’t want it?”

You shake your head and he quickly begins to rub your back and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

It was a done deal.

You carry his sweet baby and get all the rest, take-out, midnight cravings, foot massages, and needy booty-calls you desire, even when he was away on missions.

But this was only on the condition of Satoru keeping his missions to a minimum.

And before you knew it— you’re back home with a baby girl.

Her snow kissed hair illuminated your room. Her hazy blue eyes that made you want to squish her face every time she opened her eyes to curiously watch you. It was all a dream— really, who knew you’d be a mother? And who knew you’d be such a daydream? Not your husband.

Oh, your husband was enamored with you both.

His lovely wife who birthed a whole carbon copy of him and the said carbon copy.

Satoru’s entire time at home was busy with his newborn baby girl.

Your husband would clean up and rub your feet while she slept or fed from you. No wasted time in this household.

Her sweet smell and delicate frame were appreciated by you both.

But especially Satoru. A deep contrast between him and his daughter. He was the strongest and had had to learn being the most delicate. His hands and sharp muscles that destroyed cursed were handling the tiny body that he now loved. Her small wails and yawns softened his sharp gaze. No detail went unnoticed by him. Your daughter’s birthmarks were all caught by Satoru, because he wanted to learn every single thing of your creation.

While being a changed woman, it didn’t feel like a complete new load— you had the help of your husband.

And the only thing you could wait, was for her to grow up.

Oh, how you both dreaded that!

But, as time moved on— it was obvious that your sweet girl was a change that you both needed.

[imperatorrrrr]

T, in honour of devils playoffs and to hopefully remain positive during these crazy times, I have some silly devils questions. if you could pick one player for each of the categories, who would you choose?

One player to miraculously avoid any kind of further injury during the playoff run. like not even a scraped knuckle kind of invincibility.

In that same thread, one player who's on IR to come back in full health but the catch is none of the other injured players will return for the rest of playoffs.

One player to score a history-worthy game-clinching goal that everyone talks about until September.

One player that will most likely give a playoff quote so bizarre during interviews that people begin to meme him and it gets utterly out of hand. He thinks it'll die down over summer but come September the first question he gets is that meme once more.

And last but not least, one player that the bus leaves behind AGAIN. Could be a player that wasn't part of the Original Abandoned Four but could also be a player that was part of the Original Abandoned Four (tragic.)

have fun! 🦭

omg these are so fun, lets go!

One player to miraculously avoid any kind of further injury during the playoff run. like not even a scraped knuckle kind of invincibility. I'm going to be incredibly myself and incredibly predictable and say that Nico Hischier should get this one. That's the heart and soul of this team. Has had a career year offensively. This team can't seem to win a face off without him. And he deserves to see real playoff success. He didn't have a stellar offensive playoffs last go around.

In that same thread, one player who's on IR to come back in full health but the catch is none of the other injured players will return for the rest of playoffs. This one's tough because I think Siegs missing is actually the thing thats got us in the hole we're in and I'm going to be use some out of the box thinking to say Luke hasn't been placed on IR yet, so if I don't choose him he'll be able to come back. But I mean there's only one answer to this and its Jack Hughes. I miss him so much. I miss his smile I miss his skating I miss his goal scoring. I miss his everything. And so does the team. And so does Nico. Plus, I think his return would truly do numbers for us. Emotionally, hockey-ily, etc.

One player to score a history-worthy game-clinching goal that everyone talks about until September. This is my own personal agenda (and maybe also @jonasiegenthaler's agenda), but this will have to be Simon Nemec. I am very concerned about my boy's future on this team and I need him to have a memorable playoffs so the fanbase will shut up about trading him and so they let Luke keep his boyfriend. I think if he scores a history worthy game clinching goal that might gain him some respite from all the god damn discourse.

One player that will most likely give a playoff quote so bizarre during interviews that people begin to meme him and it gets utterly out of hand. He thinks it'll die down over summer but come September the first question he gets is that meme once more. The first player that came to my mind was in fact Cody Glass and you know what I'm going to stick to it. I feel he is so wholesome that he's going to say something he thinks is so innocuous, but ends up being something insane. Like when I was younger and I was getting a ride home from Mock Trial from my friend's parents and they asked me if I had a good time at Mock Trial and I wanted to say "we were just jerking around" like being silly goosey and instead I said "we were just jerking off" and the entire car fell silent.

And last but not least, one player that the bus leaves behind AGAIN. Could be a player that wasn't part of the Original Abandoned Four but could also be a player that was part of the Original Abandoned Four (tragic.) Okay, so I was originally gonna say Bratter because I think he would never find himself in such a situation, he's too on top of things and it would be high comedy if he did, but there is actually a correct answer to this and its Luke Hughes. Very much in the style of that scene from Home Alone where Nico wants to pass something back to Luke on the bus and it goes through the whole team "pass this to Luke" and then comes back with a "Luke's not here" and then you have a zoom in on Nico's face going "LUKE!" Cue Luke playing on his Nintendo DS waiting on the curb for the bus to come back for him.

[jijournal]

WORSE THAN VERITASERUM! | H.P

Summary: Something went wrong while you and Harry were brewing Veritaserum—the potion you created now causes you to read each other’s minds.

Word Count: 900+

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It was another day of potions class. This time, instead of dreading every lesson, you were quite excited to attend, because it wasn't gloomy, greasy-haired Snape teaching potions anymore.

The classroom was slowly starting to fill up as you sat down. Professor Slughorn soon followed, wearing a cheeky grin on his face.

"Today, we will be making Veritaserum! Would anyone tell me what—" before he could continue, Granger immediately raised her hand.

"Sir, Veritaserum is a potent truth serum. A few drops are enough to cause the drinker to reveal their innermost secrets, even those they may not be aware of. It's odorless, colorless, and tasteless, making it easily concealed in drinks.”

Slughorn beamed. “Spot on, Miss Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor.”

You tucked your quill behind your ear, glancing around as he gestured to the instructions now appearing in silver script across the chalkboard.

“Pair up, everyone! You’ll be brewing the base today—no accidental truth-telling just yet!” he chuckled.

You were just looking around when—

“Mind if I join you?”

You glanced up. Harry Potter stood beside your desk, that boyishly shy smile on his face, his messy hair sticking up in every direction like it always did.

“Oh—sure! Yeah, go ahead.” You shifted over to give him space, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.

Harry took the seat beside you, setting his textbook and ingredients down. You tried to focus on measuring out the root of valerian, but your arm brushed his and suddenly your brain wasn’t working right.

Halfway through preparing the bicorn horn, both of you reached for it at the same time.

“Oh—sorry—”

“No, you go—”

The jar tipped.

A bit too much of the powder dumped in.

The potion hissed. A strange pop! sounded from the cauldron, and a faint puff of purplish smoke swirled directly into both your faces.

You blinked. Harry coughed.

And then—

“Blimey, she’s pretty up close. No, shut up, Potter—focus. You’ve only been obsessed with her since third year, no big deal.”

You froze as you slowly look at him.

Harry stiffened beside you.

“Wait. She heard that. SHE HEARD THAT—oh no. Oh no. She can hear me—can I hear her?!”

“Holy Merlin, he likes me? Wait, don’t think anything stupid. Don’t think about how nice his arms look when he rolls up his sleeves. DON’T THINK ABOUT—ugh, too late.”

Harry choked on air. “My arms?!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth. “That wasn’t out loud!”

“I know!” he groaned. “This is going to kill me. Or make me cocky. Honestly, maybe both.”

You scowled. “He’s smug. Why is smug so attractive on him?”

Harry grinned, victorious. “Stop that!”

“I can’t help it, I’ve been bottling up these emotions for years, Potter! YEARS.” you whisper yelled.

“Okay, okay, truce,” he said quickly, hands raised. “Let’s try not to think too hard.”

You both went silent.

For exactly two seconds.

“Her eyes are unreal. Like… how does anyone focus when she looks at you like that?”

“His smile is unfair. He should come with a warning label. Or a fan club. I’d be in it. Wait. That’s weird.”

You both groaned in unison.

“This is worse than Veritaserum,” you muttered.

“Way worse. At least Veritaserum doesn’t broadcast your every embarrassing thought.” Harry ranted.

You glanced up at him, cheeks burning.

“She'd be the president of that fan club.”

“Stop talking! You’re making this worse!” You scold.

“I’m not talking—you’re in my head, remember?”

You glared at him, cheeks burning.

He smirked. “She’s cute when she’s mad. Ugh. No. Don’t think that. She heard that.”

“I heard that!”

He looked mortified. “Yeah, I know. It’s a nightmare. A dream and a nightmare. A dreammare?”

You buried your face in your hands.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe I used to fantasize about this. Actual real-life Harry Potter noticing me. And now here we are—brain-melding during potions.”

Harry tilted his head. “She used to fantasize about me? Wait. Is she serious? Am I dreaming?”

You peeked through your fingers, lips twitching.

“And he smells so good. Why does he smell good?! It’s not fair. I wasn’t prepared for the olfactory part of this trauma.”

Harry looked scandalized. “My smell?! What even—?”

“I don’t know, it’s like—cedarwood and Quidditch and… and a boy.”

He burst into laughter. “I smell like a boy? That’s descriptive.”

“You smell like handsome boy, okay?! Leave me alone!”

He leaned closer, chin resting in his palm, eyes twinkling. “I think I could get used to hearing what you really think.”

You gaped at him. “Don’t get cocky!”

“Too late.”

You groaned. “This is so unfair. I spent years being subtle. I was a mystery. I had mystique.”

“Yeah, and now I know you think about my arms and my smell and want to join my fan club.”

You glared. “You want me in your fan club.”

“Damn right, I do.”

There was a beat.

A small, soft silence beneath the chaos of other cauldrons bubbling and parchment rustling. A glance that lingered longer than it should’ve.

And then Harry's voice, quieter in your mind now, came again:

“Okay. But seriously. Now that I know she likes me back…”

He caught your eye and grinned softly.

"Maybe now she’ll finally let me take her to Hogsmeade.”

You blinked. “Are you… asking?”

Harry's breath hitched "Yes."

"Unless she thinks that’s lame.”

You smiled shyly. “It isn't, but I never thought you'd be the shy one here.”

“Only with you.”

And somehow, despite the chaos, the lingering smoke, and the fact that Seamus' cauldron had just exploded across the room, you realized something:

"This might be the best Potions class I've ever had."

"This might be the best Potions class I've ever had."

You both looked surprised for a moment, then burst into laughter.

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[deaniebeanie69]

Bite The Bullet, Cough Up The Shell

Guess who's back! Account was deleted, but I'm back and kicking off my new account with a Habit fanfic!! Hope you guys enjoy✰

Warnings: Depictions of Death and Torture, but they're not too graphic.

Was listening to the song Mona Lisa by Lil Wayne and got inspired to write this. Everyone thank my lovely girlfriend @luveax for recommending me this song or I wouldn't have gotten this out.

He was in love with you. After months of texting you, calling you, meeting up with you to go on dates, he fell so fucking hard and he didn't have any plans on climbing back up. You were everything he ever wanted in a partner, someone he knew he could plan a future with. Sure, it had only been a few months, but that didn't matter to him. You were the one, he was sure of it.

Yes, the man was utterly in love with you. It was perfect.

Because of course, you were setting him up, using him as some kind of offering for the only being you'd ever come to love- Habit. He was everything you'd ever wanted, the only thing in the world that brought you joy or excitement anymore. This man, whatever his name was, didn't compare in the slightest.

As the poor guy on the floor started to stir, Habit noticed you perking up with anticipation beside him. Sat upon the small yellow chair he'd allowed you to rest on while he got to work, you glanced to the man, then to Habit with a sense of wonder in your eyes. It brought the entity immense satisfaction, having someone so devoted to him. Someone who knew he would kill them once this was all over, yet instead of fearing that, you embraced it. Wanted it. Just like he brought you feelings of fulfillment, you brought him his own rare sense of fascination.

The man, handcuffed and lying on the hard wooden floor of the attic room, first looked to you with tears in his eyes. It seemed he was slowly realizing he'd been set up. That you'd been teasing him with promises of love and lust just to bring him here, lamb straight to the slaughter. A rabbit led by a carrot on a stick to the hound.

"Tell me this isn't happening," It was pathetic, how he pleaded. Sobbing, whining, sniveling at your feet. Habit scowled as he circled the man, allowing him to wallow in his misery before the show really started. "Is this what you do? You bring guys here to rob them?"

His question was laughable. It seemed that you thought so, too, given the quirk of your lips as you glanced in Habit's direction. His own borrowed face twisted with a sick thrill, not just at the upcoming act of violence, but the fact that you were wrapped around his finger, ready and willing to do anything he asked of you. Always giving in to his desires, no matter how detestable.

"This isn't you, baby," Seeing that neither of you were responding, the man kept going. God, he was so fucking pitiful. Habit sneered down at him, hands flexing at his sides, itching to just tear the man apart. Though, you seemed to be getting a kick out of this display. So he let it continue. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but you know I love you. I could give you everything."

As if Habit hadn't already given you everything you'd ever wanted. As if he couldn't get more pathetic, the man started to sob, only to realize his attempts to evoke sympathy weren't working out for him. Thus, the aggression started.

"You know what? Fuck you, you fucking bitch," Habit snickered, promptly looking over to see the sour expression taking over your face. The way your brows furrowed, lips tugging into a frown, a look of utter disgust. "Fucking cunt! Get these off of me!"

He cursed you, insulted you so colorfully, to which Habit responded in kind by ripping his teeth out with a rusted pair of pliers. No one else got to put you down.

You watched, enraptured, as Habit ripped the man apart in every way he knew how, blood soaking the wooden floorboards and even splattering on your face. A smile stretched across your face, teeth nibbling your bottom lip as Habit worked. Completely in awe. Habit would glance at you every now and then, asking you for a certain tool or weapon he needed, to which you would grab the item and quickly rush over to hand it to him. His perfect partner in crime.

By the time he was done, you immediately got to work on cleaning him up. Wiping blood from his face with a warm rag, you grinned up at him, to which he returned your expression. Well, as genuinely as he could. His bloodied arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you firmly against him, nose nuzzling yours, soft purring sounds escaping him as he practically rubbed his face against yours.

"Well done, Bunny." The name was uttered so sweetly, filled with a warmth Habit had never known before you. Your heart swooned with affection as you wrapped your own arms around his neck, pressing kisses along his face, trailing them from his forehead to his cheeks, before finally planting one on his lips.

No, the corpse on the floor could never compare to him, to something so awful to humanity, yet so wonderful to you. The only one that mattered to him.

[lostpiewrites]

HIIII can you write sugishita boyfriend headanons?

thank you a lot

a/n : let's add endo too and make this the part 3 of bofurin bois bf headcannons. I seriously wanted to add Takiishi too because usually i write 3 characters in one part but i couldn't find anything to write about him , i can't see him as a bf sorry. 😭 Anyways , let's gaurr~~ Also part 1 and part 2. These are not really connected in the storyline and can be read as oneshots.

Bofurin Boys As Bfs (Pt.3)

Ft : Sugishita Kyotaro , Yamato Endo.

Sugishita Kyotarou

This man worships you. In literal meaning. Not sure if you are more important to him than Umemiya , but you can be sure you are at LEAST on the same scale if you managed to date him.

He doesn't talk , he just does things and expects you to keep silent about them. Will strangle you (not seriously ) if you tease him for his love language or point out sth he did for you. But unfortunately he is a big no-no for those of you who likes words of affirmation. He probably has non-verbal autism. I am sorry.

Helps you with anything you do. He is the type of bf who will take a soda can from your hands , agressively open it , immerse the pipette and give it back to you. Or randomly give you a snack because he felt like you are hungry. And you are like "how tf does he know ?"

He doesn't need to try protecting you , everybody flees away when they see him beside you , lurking like a demon. He is kinda proud of himself for it but would never tell it out loud.

Sometimes , objects can't escape his wrath and get thrown away to somewhere , preferably and most likely to sbd's head. So you have to replace furniture every few months.

When you introduce yourself to other furin bois ,because he himself would never lol, he growls in embarrassment and flees away like Hiragi avoiding Umemiya. They are shocked to say the least. Sugishita ? Gf ? Well that was sth worth writing down in history books.

I have told this before but i will stick to it for the rest of my life. Umemiya and 4 kings watch him with starry heart eyes when he chooses to spend time with you instead of his garden. Umemiya will clap him behind his back and ask him to introduce their dearest sister-in-law.

Yamato Endo

This man is handsome okay ? So you two will be just sitting down and he will have you looking at him like he is an ancient Greek God sculpture. Or you will be mindlessly dragging your fingers along his tattoos and he looks at you fondly while trying to not laugh at how adorable your focused pout looks and how ticklish it feels.

Speaking of tattoos , this man would legitimately ask you to draw sth you liked or would take an iconic text you have sent him and have it tattooed.

He is an obsessive lover as we have seen him around Takiishi. He would probably stay around even if you were toxic or a cheater. He just loves to feel intense emotions directed towards him so when you say you love him , he is at your feet no matter what.

Before the Noroshi arc , you had a twisted relationship with Furin because of him and Takiishi around. But afterwards , also thanks to your efforts to make it okay between the two groups that have parted ways long ago , you guys are getting along well. Hopefully.

His daily workout includes carrying you or Takiishi around. You often fight him for your bf because you can't decide who gets the piggy ride.

[kaybeearts]

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This was a fun comic to work on. Took a while to put out because I was experimenting with the coloring style.

Fun fact: I initially drew Manbaby Godzilla crying in that panel as opposed to throwing, well, a Manbaby Godzilla tantrum. (The crying is closer to the real life reaction.) Someone suggested that I change him into some giant Thing stomping around instead, and I'm glad I did. It's an image that sticks with you.

[quibbs126]

I had a thought for a character just now

So going with the idea of Dark Choco having his constant stormy clouds, this other character basically just follows him around because of it since they either don’t enjoy the sun themselves, or they prefer stormy/cloudy weather. Or maybe they like the unusual phenomena

But any way, this character is following Dark Choco around specifically because of the clouds

Not really sure what flavor would work for this sort of character, but it was just a thought

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.