#and they can look so delicate and yet manly at the same time

[rickybaby]

<3

[severinageto]

Eternals (Or one year since the airport)

Can the body feel without the soul?

Suguru trusted that something awaited him beyond. Some days he believed it more than others, but few can boast of having unshakable faith. So, when he felt his left arm, observed his youthful body, and examined the place awaiting him, he knew his belief hadn't been in vain. There he was, in the waiting area. For what? What else could happen when the finality of life had already taken place? A vast ocean on an empty beach would have made more sense. Even the darkness of Hades' hell. But no. Something had brought him to a plane that he sensed would not be just his own.

It didn't take long for him to realize what that ethereal place meant. He would need more than a pair of hands to count the times they'd been there, watching the screens, counting landings, and checking departures. "I hate flying, Suguru." "Why?" "Because it's so common." A playful shove, the luggage on the floor, the Ray-Ban store. Dozens of countries, hundreds of flights, and thousands of caresses. So, there he'd be, just like in his youth, sitting, reading, reflecting, until his eyes deigned to appear. He'd probably arrive late, just like always; late to their first date, late when he needed him, late to snatch away his life.

He wasn't wrong. A year, exactly. However, when he felt his presence, he couldn't help but ask himself: *Why did I keep waiting for him?*

"For the same reason he chose this day," he answered, looking sadly to the north.

“Sleep a little longer, Satoru”, he whispered to the soul starting to take form.

Gojo had thought about the possibility of dying before facing the cruel king of curses. He entertained the idea behind all the others but never materialized it into wills or declarations. Arrogant as always, he concluded it was no more than a slight probability, existing only because he had the misfortune of being mortal. "Nah, I'll win," he said, sure that the day would pass like any other.

Those who loved him had the bad luck of believing him.

Satoru, upon falling, felt nothing. There was no requiem, no eulogies. His heart simply stopped beating, and his soul crossed the plane dividing them. As he looked one last time at the vastness of the sky, a cold air, unlike any he had felt before, invaded his body. Yet he welcomed it gladly. He narrowed his eyes and breathed in the scent.

“Finally”, he murmured as the pressure in his veins disappeared.

Neither of them imagined that beyond life, the senses would be as sharp as when their lungs could still draw breath. Yet that first embrace, strong, intimate, almost suffocating, convinced them it was true. It wasn't until they inhaled each other's scent that they internalized the importance of something so basic, so corporeal, so earthly to both of them.

Satoru, in life, had never really thought about what the owner of his soul smelled like; "People don't smell like anything specific," he thought. However, when he rested his nose on that manly chest, the images that flooded his mind took him back to that lush, unique forest, to the clearing where he had often laid on his legs. "Move a little, Satoru." "Which way?" "Toward me." The spring flowers, the summer grass, the damp autumn soil, and the smoke from winter stoves—all had their own essence, one intertwined with that hint of incense that accompanied his caresses. It was the scent of camaraderie, of security, of intimacy.

"Sleep a little longer, Satoru," he'd say while combing his hair with his delicate fingers.

Over time, that same scent became painful for Satoru. Whenever he caught it, in some place or in something left behind, he felt a knot in his stomach—a mixture of nostalgia, sadness, and perhaps, just perhaps, a twinge of betrayal. His scent was something that lingered with him even after he was gone, something that still made Satoru feel that, in some way, his beloved curse manipulator remained the same person with whom he had shared so many moments. That he was still, after all, his partner, his lover, and his best friend.

"Sleep a little longer, Satoru," his deep voice from the window, the bare shoulder, the moonlight, and the glow of his cigarette outlining his delicate profile. A pitying look and a slammed door. His last earthly memory.

Suguru, on the other hand, was always sure of the notes generated by the strongest man's hormones. No wonder he watched him intently, as if there were nothing else to do on earth. The countless verses he dedicated to those sharp citruses in the intimacy of his notebooks. Satoru's scent reminded him of the mandarins they shared. Gojo would throw them at him, and he would peel them, while they talked, while they laughed, or while they were silent, always looking at each other as if they could see through each other's pupils. After all, it was a scent very fitting for the bearer of the Six Eyes. It evoked his electrifying personality, always standing out, for better or worse, from the rest of mere mortals.

From time to time, especially in the heat of summer, the albino's movements brought with them the freshness of his wild ocean. Free, expansive, as if he were one with the sky. For Suguru, that scent was the ultimate manifestation of his limitless technique; the ability to encompass everything belonged only to him and the untamable ocean.

"Can I sleep a little longer, Suguru?" he would ask between sighs when the first rays of sunlight illuminated his pale complexion. His fingers searching for his, an alarm clock against the wall, a warm embrace.

Once time did its work, Satoru's fragrance began to confuse him. The love he felt for those long hands, for the warmth of his breath, and the softness of his hair mingled with the painful reminder of what he left behind, with the resentment for what was broken, and the deep sadness for all that could have been but never was. The possibility of waking up to his snores, of caring for him during his colds, of scolding him for his careless attitude. Ultimately, the possibility of navigating youth while holding those long hands.

"Can I sleep a little longer, Suguru?" closed eyes, a raspy voice, bandages on the nightstand. The feeling that everything that had happened between them was the embodiment of the worst sin. A blink, a grunt, covering up again.

They would start again.

By the time death came for him, the scent of his beloved Six Eyes was a chemical manifestation of everything he had chosen to reject: the system, the structure he couldn't change, and, ultimately, him; with his magnificent strength, his figure, and the central axis of the world that, when he needed him most, gave him so much indifference. His scent, the embodiment of his greatest weakness. The slightest hint of his scent, of his purple scent, was a door to the past, to the memories he preferred to forget. To the moments when the love for his manic laughter, his strange occurrences, and his incredible intelligence knew no bounds. That fragrance was the last thing his body processed.

"Can I sleep a little longer, Suguru?" a flash of purple light, his world fading to black. The question that no longer had an answer.

If the soul is incapable of feeling without the body, then why, when they crossed paths again, did the power of chemistry act as if they had never separated? Why did hunger, burning passion, and desperate longing for the other's body take over them as if it were the first day? Why was something as simple and earthly as a scent able to anchor one person to another?

Because perhaps it was more than that. Perhaps the presence of a curse manipulator was bound to the birth of the Six Eyes heir. Perhaps where the existence of one began, the other's ended. Perhaps something as profane as this world would never be enough to contain a love as eternally sacred as the one they intoxicated themselves with.

Or maybe they were always two bodies and one soul.

Their soul.

Gojo's nose sank into Suguru's neck. The curse manipulator's left hand slid over the albino's waist. Satoru's right knee touched Suguru's left. Their fingers intertwined, their lips met, their scents mixed, and they became one entity again.

Perhaps the earth stopped for a moment, surprised; the love that moved it had finally resumed.

“Can I sleep a little longer, Suguru?”, he asked, resting on his legs, smiling flirtatiously.

“Sleep a little longer, Satoru”, he replied, as his delicate and soft hands welcomed him, eyes brimming with emotion.

Who would have thought an airport could feel like home?

The eternal home.

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[sashi-ya]

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DEEP DESIRES 🦊 ADULT! KUROSAKI ICHIGO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 5: DADDY/MOMMY

🐙 requested by: anonymous. Sorry! Female reader, I really don't mind which you choose 😅Day 5: kinda like a breeding kink, but focused on the idea of both of them becoming "mommy" and "daddy" gets off on referring to reader as a future mommy, wants her to call him daddy 👀 ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. adult! ichigo. he is already married. passionate/ kinda rough love making. pregnancy mentioned. oral. fingering. vag sex. creampie implied. mommy and daddy terms used. 🐙 wc: 1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

An October afternoon, fully depicting what autumn could provide, found your tired bodies from work, laying on the couch. What was happening on the tv in front of you, became irrelevant, merely background noise.

Soft, orangey light of a fall sunset, filled that tiny apartment. It was cozy; it was, perhaps, too little. Yet, it was enough for the both of you…

Your cheek landed on Ichigo’s lap; it was beautiful to look up and see his tangerine hairs shine with an equal toned sun light. Tiny freckles on his cheeks, also mapping his skin like stars in the sky. Such a handsome man, a strong, good man. Who wouldn’t like to make him the father of your child?

Father… of my child…

His hand, pretty much on the manly and veiny side but still delicate, slid from your back down and into your belly. It was easy for him as you lay on your side, resting on his lap, snuggled while he sat back in that tiny couch.

“I don’t wanna keep translating that document… I don’t feel like doing anything” he complained about his job; small talk to fill the ambience, to deviate a sudden thought that had invaded his mind just now.

“Then don’t; just rest for now” you murmured, planting a sweet peck on his leg. Your nails traced patterns on his knee, coming up towards his crotch like a crawling trail of playful naughtiness.

“Or you could “do” me” you continued, giggling oh so innocently. Ichigo blinked a couple of times; his eyes were hit directly by the sun, turning them into fire. Maybe, the same fire burning inside him. He looked at you, with a playful glint in those orangey beads, and pressed your belly softly down.

“Well, what I was thinking actually is to “make” you, a mother” he informs; he has never been this ready in his whole life.

You gasped, softly. Of course, you thought of it before, and somehow, something inside of you made sure to be absolutely ready as well.

Slowly, and maybe a little bit sexily, you stood up from your “worm” position. You crawled on Ichigo’s lap, a bouncy one since your silence had made him a little anxious. Your index finger traced a line down his jaw, with a naughty smirk on your lips.

“You wanna make me a “mommy”, “daddy”? you asked, never once you had spoken that perverted.

Ichigo inhaled a big gasp of air through his straight nose, closed his eyes for some seconds, and once he had calmed himself his sight fixed back on you. Sloppy eyelids, and a serious façade tinted his face.

His fingers buried deeply into your hip sides; it was as if he was barely controlling himself, almost as if a single movement from you could unleash a beast, a Vasto Lorde perhaps…

And indeed, what a beast your husband can be

Still in silence, he lifted you up, carrying your weight over his broad shoulder towards the room you both share. He can be as sweet and delicate, as the total opposite; and, that day, Ichigo seemed to have picked the wild side.

You flew from his shoulder to the bed. The mattress received your body, engulfing you into its softness.

“Spread those legs for me, because believe me today you WILL become a mommy” Ichigo said, crawling in between your open thighs.

You were both startled and excited; how delicious was to see your man so desperate to stuff you and create an eternal bond from both of your bloods.

“Ba-babe… yes” you stuttered in between some giggling, as he ripped your shorts and underwear off.

He lifted your legs and let them fall on top of his shoulders. Kneeled, Ichigo positioned himself to desperately access your core with his tongue. With a hand on your lower belly, pressing down as he sucked, he made your back arch, and your mind go blank.

On the verge of explosion, he stopped, only to use his fingers. Sliding them inside your core, he enjoyed the total raptured expression on your face.

From your lips, mindless words were coming out; Yet Ichigo wanted to be called, to be referred in a rather different way… if this was the case in which you were becoming a future “mommy”, then a proper term must be used to named him as well.

His hand got your cheeks, pressing them with a delicate violence.

“You know how much I like to imagine you as a mommy, mh?” he asked, as his curled fingers hit in beckoning motions your G spot.

“I didn’t know… babe I… ngh” you answered, or rather babbled.

He frowned; taking his fingers from you, letting you rest for maybe a couple of seconds while he took of his shirt and unzipped his pants.

As always, you ended up dazed, in awe for the detailed perfection of your husband’s anatomy; a substitute Shinigami that should be a captain, well trained, strong, delicious.

His chest, garnished by beads of sweat, went up and down as his heart pumped rapidly and oxygen seemed not to be enough to supply his growing erection. He had not been touched, but he was burning from desire.

And as hard as his abs, that was exactly how his sex, impressively erected, presented to you. “Daddy” seemed eager to accomplish such status…

Slapping open your legs, he slid in between them. His hands fell on each side of your face, and his sunset hair framed a desperate face. Panting, almost unable to stop his hips from searching your entrance, he simply stated a couple of words;

“From now on, you will call me daddy… because that’s exactly what it takes to make you a mommy…”

A thrust that you swore it could had pierced your organs took you by total surprise; the deliciousness of that first intrusion, made you carve marks on his wide back. Red marks for sure were left there.

All Ichigo’s body weight was carried by his spasming arms, that you from time-to-time bite as he kept ramming into you.

“Ichi- Daddy, I’m close… please, don’t stop…” you begged, hugging his waist with your legs, carving your heels on the small of his back.

Climax was closer, your walls spasmed, your muscles trembled and your back arched.

“Daddy isn’t stopping until mommy is very, very full of his cum…”

And indeed, that little apartment soon turned into a bigger home; it became pretty little for daddy, mommy and that little thing coming its way…

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[forthechubbies]

I: Chill

Idol! Bangchan x Chubby Reader x Idol! Felix

🌸Kdrama Vibes, Love Virus, and Love Trangle🌸

The OG Drabble

00.1%, the point one percent is you.. Or at least that's how you feel being in a relationship with Bang Chan; you met him your vacation in Australia all the while he was reuniting with his beautiful family - Berry was actually the first member of the family you met. You heard slight growls followed by tugging you looked down at the poor puppy's leash tangled on the bench's legs.

She cutely whined before turning her eyes up to you for help.to which you happily help her. However; her owner wasn't to for behind her - that's where those big beautiful eyes of yours melt the poor man down to a giggling puddle.

In vice versa, you never stood a chance against his accent to his big pink nose matching his ears. His bashfullness paired with insane muscle mass made you see stars, manly yet gentle..

"Christopher." He said his name was..

Little did you know; A whole another world came along with him. He failed to tell you he's also bangchan; leader of SKZ - a wildly popular korean boyband. He basically fathers the members being so he trumps them in age. You found out quickly the age card is thrown around a lot in South Korea.

Sadly; Bang Chan told you all this overwhelming information the day you moved to Korea with him….It wasn’t the worse idea, he’s ever had.

With a fiery rage burning within, you bellowed at him, his tongue-in-cheek facade no longer amusing. "Why did you not consider informing me earlier? Was that not even a possibility? Or did you arrogantly decide this on your own?" The anger surged through you, threatening to unleash a torrent of tears. His fame meant nothing to you, but being trapped in a foreign land with no means of income of your own.

“I asked; you to move in with me. You said-“ Bangchan scoffed after feeling a slipper knock him upside his head. “ Well, That wasn’t very nice.” He sang picking up the slipper-“ You know violence doesn’t solve anything-“

“Chan, hold on to that thought!” You've already had enough of him today. However, here's the twist: you didn't even have a chance to speak before storming towards the entrance, grabbing your coat.

“And let me enlighten you, my dear! When a man proposes living together, it's typically within the same country, not a completely foreign one!” As you flung open the door and took a confident step forward, you anticipated solid ground beneath your foot, but oh boy, were you about to be shocked...

As you gasped, your delicate fingers clung desperately to his firm forearm, tightly wrapped around your waist. In that moment, you realized the true value of walking, a privilege you had taken for granted until the arrival of Christopher. It was an unexpected turn of events, for this was the first instance where he exerted his strength upon you.

With effortless grace, he effortlessly scooped you up, cradling you under his protective arm, and carried you back into the sanctuary of the house. However, as soon as you crossed the threshold of the door, he released his grip, allowing you to stand on your own once more.

When Bangchan turned from locking the door you were walking away towards the bedroom.."You can be upset in here not outside late at night!" He yelled in a deceptive tone as if he were trying his damnest to be gentle with you. " Your things should be arriving soon-"

Slam!!

You can't believe him. When you agree to move in you didn't think it would be instant. you also didn't realize the home he was referring to was in South Korean to which he knows the language by heart!

Where was all this information hiding?

How dare he pretend that you're blowing this out of proportion when, in truth, it's an absolute nightmare to find employment in a foreign land that you have minimal knowledge about!

A weak knock presented itself to you. You sneered. Perfect timing; You eyed the nightgown he had prepared for you. Pretty modest yet graceful; a retro mini nightgown the lacey frills draped your body gorgeously.

You marched to the door while snatching a pillow off the bed to smother your boyfriend....or die trying.

" You're a kidnapper and a per-vert!"

Instead of your wretched excuse of a boyfriend, you swung open the door to find a blonde boy with adorable freckles. Your heart skipped a beat as you gasped, hastily concealing the pillow behind your back.

This is how you met Yongbok (Felix).

....

The following morning brought the memories of yesterday with it. Christopher was still in hot water it only continued to boil as you realized you've been moved. You remember falling asleep on top of the covers yet you found yourself tucked in.

You smiled for a second. The thoughts of Channie being caring as usual even if you were willing to physically fight him. That's when the smile faded away upon hearing movement downstairs coming upstairs.

Thud!!

"Ouch!" A loud voice expressed his pain. " Why would follow me up at the same time,Jeongin!?"

"Ah!" Channie whispered loudly; "Binnie, be quiet." He turns to scold the boys with a look.

Binnie widen eyes at the scorn. " Me?! Why aren't you talking to him!? He almost tripped me up!" He cried, pointing to Jeongin who stands there amused by his hyungs anger.

"I know, I know, Binnie-Gin, quiet laughing at him. You'll make him angrier." Bangchan has enough on his plate already. "And stay quiet; please." The language was difficult to understand but pleasant to hear especially when you realized Chris's voice. You found yourself blushing.

The door latch clicking alarmed you to keep still as the boys entered.

They made sure to seat everything down gently before heading back out...so we thought.

I.N couldn't resist admiring your peaceful expression. "She's so beautiful," he whispered, giving a thumbs up in approval. Your heart fluttered as he moved closer, his hair gently grazing your cheek. "She smells just like Felix's favorite perfume."

"Shh!" Chan hissed, his voice barely a whisper as he clenched his jaw. "If you dare wake her up. Get out , right now."

As time stood still, a silence filled the air, broken only by the gentle descent of the bed beside you. A tremor ran through you as familiar lips brushed against yours." I love you...I know you hate me right now.." He confessed, tilting his head slightly. " Honestly, I deserve it. I'm a dog for telling you half truths." Bangchan's lips touched your cheek before he nestled his nose against your skin. "I don't even have the balls to tell you when you're awake."

Channie couldn't help but laugh when he saw your eyelashes fluttering. "I have to say, you're absolutely stunning when you're pissed...those curves as you walk away." He winced as you sat up abruptly to hit his chest, but he caught your wrist and drew you closer. "Well, good morning to you as well."

You yanked your wrist away from him. "You are the absolute worst-mmmhp!mmm" You struggled against his biceps and shoulders as his strong arms enveloped you. Channie's kiss remained intense and forceful until you finally let go of his shirt, surrendering to his soft, irresistible lips.

♡..♡♡..♡♡♡.♡.♡♡

Chan, observing your dazed expression, gently moved away. He laughed softly, looking into your eyes that were brimming with affection. "I need to leave briefly," He whispered, pulling you onto his lap and holding onto your plush waist. "But don't worry, lover, I'm always just a phone call away."

You subconsciously nod as he spoke something you developed as you started dating him. " I'm still mad." You stated, brushing your fingers across his jawline. " We need to talk-"

"I tried that and you almost left in the dead of night. "He spat out with an undeserved attitude, but you were quick to pick up on it.

"Oh I'm sorry. Was my reaction to you lying to me upsetting to you?" Your nose brushed against his."Well, Mr. Bangchan, Christopher, Channie or whoever you are-"

You sneered as his heavy hand caressed your ass, but he continued speaking as if his hands had a mind of their own. "I'm Christopher in English," he said, tongue in cheek. "In Korea, I go by Bangchan," he explained calmly.

Christopher lifts you up in his strong embrace, he gently places you back on the bed, calling you adorable and his sweet Cutie. With a sly wink, he leaves you breathless.

He ignored your anger again.

[aritsukemo]

So, I started watching Hell's Paradise..

IT'S. SO. FREAKING. GOOD!!! ( Ramble under the cut! Spoilers and possible grammar mistakes ahead!!! )

I'm only on, like, episode seven, but I'm really enjoying myself!!!

Starting off with my boy, my man, my loverboy nonchalant Gabimaru!! His design immediately drew me in the first episode and I find his writing very good so far. A man, who was grown and groomed into being this emotionless killing machine only to dream of going completely against that all because of his love for his wife? SIGN ME UP!! I love how conflicted he is and how much those conflictions are weighing on him. How, because of how he was raised and what has happened to him, he's been treading this line and constantly tipping over the edge of "I'm a heartless, empty killer who's only purpose is to kill" and "I want to live a peaceful, normal life with the one I love/I don't want to kill anymore". The symbolism, how his character's portrayed, those small moments of vulnerability that shows how he differs from your typical cold killer and is actually just this morally broken guy who was raised/influenced by an actual monster; the head chief. ( Who, by the way, is literal nightmare fuel. I don't usually get creeped out easily by stuff in anime's, but the way Mappa went about drawing him is just..terrifying.. )

OH, AND HIS FIGHTING IS MMMM SO ADDICTING TO WATCH!! >.<

Next up is Yamada Asaemon Sagiri, or Sagiri for short. I want to first off get it out of the way by say that she's drop dead gorgeous. Imean, look at her!! No seriously, look-

As someone who absolutely adores strong female characters, it was no surprise that I fell in love with her! She reminds me a lot of Yona as she goes against what the norm was at the time and decided to become a swordsman despite everyone telling her she's better suited as a wife and mother simply because of the fact that she's a woman. ( Which irked me every. single. time. it was brought up btw ) I love how the author is going about her and how she struggles because she feels guilt for even the most evil of people simply because she's an empath--something that is often considered a womanly trait in the eyes of the people, especially men, of that time--but doesn't go too far with it and make her seem weak and useless because of those struggles. I like that, even though she hesitates and sometimes gets help from others ( mostly from Gabi from what I've seen so far ), she gets the job done and doesn't sit there and call for help like some damsel in distress and actually uses her strength!!

My love for her was explained pretty simply in episode six when Genji pointed out how she has the talent to be able to flip flop between being dominant and powerful like a man, but still holds the sense of gentleness and care one would only find in the heart of a woman. I love that quality about her in the same sense I love Mitsuri Kanroji's quality of being able to be cheery, feminine, and delicate despite being involved in such a 'manly' and grizzly job that being a demon slayer is.. AHHH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT ANY FURTHER, I JUST HOPE YOU GET WHAT I MEAN!!

Next up is the vixen, Yuzuriha of Keishu. I haven't seen much of her yet, but I love her design and overall appeal. Although, she puts up this front of being this carefree, seductive airhead, you can tell there's just so much more to her and can't wait to see it. ( Although I feel like when she does show her true colors, it'll be when she finally betrays Gabimaru and Sagiri like she implied she would.. )

( Also this little stunt she pulled in this clip had me in a chokehold for a hot minute. Like MMMMM LOVE IT WHEN HOT WOMEN DO HOT WOMEN THINGS!! )

Toma and Chōbei are next up! When I first saw Chōbei, of course my mind immediately went to, "Oh shit, it's bakugo!" lmao- His fighting style is cool and his backstory is heartbreaking. Past that though, I'm undecided whether I like him or not..

Like, his backstory was tragic and had me feeling bad as a sad backstory would. It was also amazing in the sense that it gave me more understanding on why he became the way he did and how his mentality was shaped because of it. I find it cool that he has a knack of adapting to any situation too! ..And that's also why I'm so conflicted when it comes to him..

That leads me to bring up Toma, who I immediately fell in love with as soon as I saw his character design. ( I have a thing for men/boys with long hair, mkay? Don't judge me.. ) I haven't really wrapped my head around his character yet ( like his brother ) but it's obviously that he sorta idolizes Chōbei, so much to the point that he didn't hold any gripes towards him when he thought he was going to leave him for dead--which is my main dislike about Chōbei right now.

But yeah, if I had the chance, I'd still date them no questions asked- *smack*

I find Gantetsusai and Fuchi funny and cute together and overall find a good so far. I especially like Fuchi. He's a quirky little guy 😚

( And this height difference kills me. Like LOOK AT HOW LITTLE FUCHI ISSS )

And finally, we have Nurugai and Tenza, who is ranking up to be my 2nd favorite pair in this entire show! Putting aside that Nurugai literally evokes my gender envy, I love her and Tenza both individually and together! I love Tenza's kind soul, how he scouted out Nurugai because he wanted to help her after finding out why she was sentenced to death row! I find it such a highlight of his character and it makes me love the contrast between his brighter self when compared to Nurugai, who's more gloomy and has been traumatized into adapting this matured mindset.

Bonus points for being the only two to not immediately get into it with each other when on the island as well! It really was a breath of fresh air! Oh, an extra points for making me smile like an idiot- 🥰

So far I'm in love with this show! Idk yet where it falls on my anime rankings, but it's definitely high enough up there to spur me to write a drabble or five about this show! Can't wait to watch more in my spar time!!

[naha-division]

"The most beautiful thing you can wear is confidence"

Timeline 

Age 0

Born to the eldest son of Suto and Kiyomi Hamasaki in Nishihara, Okinawa. 

It was by accident and it wasn’t their plan to have a child but thankfully, both of them are mature enough to decide to take responsibility.

His father and mother were part of the small-time theater troupe and had been traveling around Okinawa then eventually all around the region of Japan while raising their son.

Age 2

His parents left their old troupe and started a new life together. 

They settled in Chuo City and established their "Hamasaki Theater”.

His mother’s popularity skyrocketed due to her beauty and acting as she received the most awards for being the best stage actress.

Hamasaki Theater has become the second most famous besides its rival Kabukiza Theater.

Age 4

His younger sister, Aimi Hamasaki was born. 

The first time he saw Aimi, Naoki couldn’t contain his adoration for her cuteness, doting her endlessly like a doll which caused her to cry a lot.

Age 7

Attends elementary school.

On his 7th birthday, one of his relatives gave him a gift. Although they accidentally bought him a cute dress he graciously accepted it.

After months of spending time with his mother and sister, his preferences shifted to liking cute things such as dolls, girl clothes, makeup, and accessories.

He finally wore the dress that his relatives bought for him and is confident to wear it at school.

He was a kind and sociable kid who easily made friends with girls because of their shared interest in cute things. However, he often found himself being teased by a group of boys for spending more time with the girls than with them, especially wearing a dress.

Goes home in a crying mess. His parents found him as they tried comforting him with reassurance and love. They stayed in silence while hugging him. 

Age 9

He watches his mother’s practice behind the stage.

Admiring his mother's elegance and skills, he started to take an interest in acting and dreamed of becoming like her someday. 

Whatever there was a chance, he took his mother’s script and secretly acted in his mother’s role.

Learn to play traditional instruments such as shamisen and koto. 

His mother teaches him acting and singing, as well.

He and his father were having a father-son bonding to watch a kabuki theater together and they were amazed by the stage, costumes, and performance.

Age 10

To protect himself from getting bullied in the future, he learns to be manly (also with the help of his father) so that he can prepare to defend himself, regardless of his girlish preference.

Age 12

Starts middle school.

Worried that he would get bullied again on his first day, he reminded himself that he had to mingle with both sides equally so nothing would go wrong during his high school life. 

He meets and befriends Jakurai Jinguji and Hitoya Amaguni (they’re two years level apart so he considers them to be his upperclassmen).

He became popular for his beautiful looks and kind personality, earning the title Most Beautiful and Delicate Student, in the end. 

This is where it all began when Naoki was frequently mistaken for a girl by most of the students.

Age 16

Attends the same high school with Jakurai Jinguji and Hitoya Amaguni.

He also became popular here and yet, got the impression by others that he was mistakenly a girl.

He then meets a handsome foreign exchange student who’s in the same class as him, Yuki Kuraokami although it’s difficult to befriend him as this albino fellow gives a distant cold shoulder.

None of them had spoken to each other at first but he and Yuki were slowly getting to know each other then eventually, they finally became buddies.

He joins a Drama Club.

Develops a crush on a 2nd-year student but it is only one-sided, knowing his crush wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings and give up on that person. 

Receives a confession from a boy in another class but when Naoki reveals his gender, the boy apologizes and leaves.

Feeling disappointed with his first confession, he gives up on love and forces himself to focus on his dream. 

Age 17

Due to his beautiful appearance and increased popularity, most people with inappropriate intentions often ask him out and even if he rejects, they sometimes would force themselves on him. Luckily, he does know how to defend himself.

Naoki spotted a girl with a suspicious man about to be sexually harassed and for the first time, he leaps into action to save her from a suspicious man and then beats him up. In the end, the suspicious man is defeated and calls the police.

Saving any girl's life and preserving her innocence was worthwhile and that experience led him to reflect on his heroic actions. Giving him the confidence to be himself, show off in fashionable clothes, and stand up for others.

Age 19

After graduating from high school last year, he and Yuki went their separate ways.

His parents and the troupe were celebrating the anniversary of the creation of Hamasaki Theater and its few years of success. His father wanted to look for a new location to establish their second theater and thought of an idea to be in Okinawa but it meant to say that the whole family had to move to Okinawa for his father to take over there.

The whole family moved to Naha City and there, he studied at a university in Performing Arts.

Age 22

While he was studying, the troupe from the Hamasaki Theater decided to quit due to the protest of their salary pay as his father had trouble balancing revenues between the two theaters he owned, resulting in running out of business.

Naoki was saddened by the news. While his family was forced to move back to Chuo City to live with their relatives, he had to remain in Naha to pursue his dream career.

Age 25

Graduates in university.

He works at the recently famous kabuki theater called Sunset Hibiscus. 

He took various roles but mainly onnagata roles and received lots of praise from huge spectators.

He met Kyō Sakuma after the show as he wanted to ask for his autograph. Curious but mostly captivated by his charming looks, he befriends him.

They’ve been meeting occasionally and he enjoys spending time with Kyo so they've remained acquaintances.

He received a call from Aimi saying that their mother had suddenly collapsed, prompting him to rush to Chuo City.

His mother was diagnosed with an illness within her heart and had to be hospitalized. 

He, Aimi, and his father visit their mother in the hospital once a week.

Several months later, his mother passed away.

Her death took a toll on him mentally. Naoki was feeling depressed and not willing to attend rehearsals for several months.

Eventually, he recovers emotionally and returns to work but despite feeling better, he remains haunted by his mother’s death.

Age 27

His father moves on and meets Umi Kyoko, a waitress who works at the restaurant and they start dating.

Seto invites Naoki and Aimi to his place to introduce his newfound lover to them.

Aimi was happy for him but as for Naoki… He wasn't pleased with how quickly his father found someone new to replace his late mother. They began to quarrel. He felt disappointed but angry towards him; he couldn’t accept their relationship and wanted nothing to do with them.

He hasn’t talked to his father for a long time.

Over time, Umi visits him at his home and they have a long, heartfelt conversation. She expresses her genuine love for his father and respect for his late mother, explaining how much she cares for their family, including him. She also urges him to apologize and reconcile with his father. After their talk, he begins to accept her, realizing she isn’t a bad person after all.

He takes Umi’s advice and rekindles with his father. 

Everything went back to normal. He also developed a close bond with Umi and they started to get along very well. 

Age 30-present 

He continued his career and became a successful kabuki actor.

He once again meets Kyō Sakuma then for the first time, Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi.

Ryuunosuke invites him to join his team but he immediately declines as he isn’t interested in rap battling due to its inherent conflicts.

With much persuasion, Naoki finally accepts his offer to participate in the Division Rap Battle as a 3rd member of Wild Shīnu.

Schedule 

12:00 AM - 7:00 AM: Asleep

7:00 AM - 7:15 AM: Wakes up and freshens himself up by applying skincare and makeup

7:15 AM - 8:30 AM: Went for a morning stroll around Naha city

8:30 AM - 9:15 AM: Return home (+ fix his makeup)

9:15 AM - 9:30 AM: Breakfast

9:30 AM - 9:45 AM: Doing yoga

9:45 AM - 10:00 AM: Prepares his clothes and head to Sunset Hibiscus Theater

10:00 AM - 11:30 AM: Rehearsal (+ apply skincare and makeup)

11:30 AM - 12:00 AM: Break time and prep for the show

12:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Perform the show

3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Rest and eat lunch prepared by the catering team (+ fix his appearance and apply makeup)

4:00 PM - 4:20 PM: Return to his residence

4:20 PM - 5:00 PM: Chat with the people / play mahjong with elders in the neighborhood

5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Meet up with Ryuunosuke and Kyo to practice rapping for the upcoming rap battle

7:00 PM - 7:30 PM: Quick window shopping and return home 

7:30 PM - 8:00 PM: Submerge in bubble bath and freshen up (+ apply makeup and skincare)

8:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Dinner

9:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Practice his acting for the next show (+ fix his appearance and check his makeup)

10:00 PM - 12:00 AM: Free time, plenty of time to entertain himself like watching romantic shows, gushing over cute posts from social media, texting with friends, etc.

12:00 AM - 7:00 AM: Asleep (+ apply skincare and face mask before sleep)

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Man or woman, which one?

#The most beautiful being in Naha

#My world is in the theater 

Trauma Hashtags

#I was told to like the things I hate most

#Getting harassed for the way I am

#Mother gone

Other Info

Hobby: playing koto and shamisen

Weakness: Fixing my appearance from a bad hair day 

Trauma: “Everyone looks down on me or probably looks at me differently just because I like dressing up”

Twitter: DelicateFlowerOnnagata

Drinks: Yes

Smoke: Yes (heavily)

Special Skill: “I can change the tone of my voice”

Intro Quote: “Haisai minnasan!~ you may have known who I am as Naoki-sama. I’m honored that all of you have come to our theater. Please enjoy the show~”

Trauma Quote: ” Why can’t anyone look at the real me….I’m tired of lying to myself”

[trashlie]

kousuke.exe not only stopped working but was unable to process the input and was glitching and malfunctioning the entire night lmaooo sigh. i want to remain hopeful that this night will spark at least some kind of change in him despite yui doing yui things… but we'll see.

speaking of yu jing, do you think rand has assured her some kind of protection from yui once the article comes out? yu jing must be aware of how risky all this is. is she prepared for when yui seeks her revenge? idk maybe i'm overthinking this because i'm from a country where journalists get killed all the time, but i still wonder what makes yu jing so brave. what is, to her, worth making an enemy of yui? is it really just righteousness? i'm lowkey really scared for her tbh but ahh i can't wait til we get to the article.

aahhh i'm glad the romance is giving you everything you want!!! it may not be my personal focus but i do enjoy the romance in ily a lot. slowly learning about all the ways shinae and nol are delicately interwoven has been a delight. it adds so much to the story and i can see their romance blooming into something very beautiful! and please, i'm looking forward to you talking about them in more detail when/if you have the time <3

…..actually, thinking about it, maybe "devotion" wasn't the word i was looking for 😅 sorry, i'm not a native speaker so i wasn't aware the religious connotations were so strong. but i really like your interpretation, and it was very kind of you to not dismiss it! i guess i was looking for something stronger and more emotional than "loyalty". because to me, shinae's actions read not only as "you were a good friend to me so i'll be a good friend to you", but also as "you mean a lot to me and i don't want to lose you". idk if there is even a word that captures this?

and not to get too analytical but i find it interesting to compare nol to minhyuk in that aspect. maybe you will disagree but imo shinae's actions aren't necessarily romantic. i believe she'd be just as affected and do the same things if it was minhyuk, who is similarly meaningful to her. except with nol, there is a different layer to it. there is the soulmateism she isn't aware of (yet), but she IS aware of her heart thumping and not being able to hold his gaze, there's also the change in his behavior, and her attraction to rand which she still has to unpack (it's not just for comedic effect it's obvious she's projecting lol) and i cannot wait for her to do the math and realize what's happening lmao it will likely take her some time but that's fine. she'll get there 👍 and yes yes yes after everything these two (and kousuke too) have been through all i want is a happy ending whatever that may look like 🥺 and therapy for all of them. maybe they can get a group discount /j

-lil anon 😼

That is a REALLY good point about Yujing. It's partly why I do believe this piece she's working on started with her friend at the root - it HAS to be worth risking her career and potentially life. Yujing surely knows the risks she's taking. I remember at the beginning of 151 she tells her friend that what she's working on might take several years, but that it's something her friend would be very interested in. If Manli is the friend Yujing has that was sa'd, then it would give her a reason to chase the story, I think. Once she finds out Nol pled guilty, though, she calls her mysterious contact and the story that once was seemed like it would take years suddenly has only the amount of time as Nol's sentencing.

Isn't that interesting? I still am not entirely sure what to make of it. Clearly everyone expected Nol to plead not guilty, for the trial proceedings to take place, for Shinae to give her testimony. Also something that stands out to me - Meg was told her testimony wasn't needed, that it wouldn't matter if she testified anyway because it'd get thrown out and before Nol could get much more out of her, Yui appeared. Not so subtle, right?

That's a small tangent lol but the point is: yes, I think that this is an important story to Yujing, not just for her journalistic integrity, but for something more personal. Vindication for a friend? For multiple friends? Because while I don't know if Yujing is aware of the full extent of how Yui has raised Kousuke, I think she knows enough to sense otherwise. She was disappointed to find that Kousuke hadn't changed, much like Nol is disappointed he hasn't changed - in a way, they've been rooting for him to come to the conclusion we have, right? They've been waiting for him to really comprehend the full scope of his life the who his mother is.

Another interesting thing is that Yui absolutely tries to play her tricks with Yujing, to put on that maternal mask, but Yujing doesn't even bother entertaining her. Also, that day that she was interviewing Nol, Yujing wrapped up with Yui's entrance. She definitely has an inkling that Yui's presence would compromise Nol's responses and make him uncomfortable, and she could probably deduce that was exactly what Yui was hoping for, to meddle more than she already had.

And that comes to another point about Yui. She notes that what she's doing with Nol is below her paygrade and she's doing it as a favor to Rand, but I have to wonder if it wasn't rather self-serving. Nol's drug-related charges link right back to Yui, and we have enough to deduce that this isn't the first time Yui has provided such drugs. If you haven't read this post yet, please do! It poses an interesting link between Kousuke's college incident and Yui providing drugs.

All this to say: I think the story must be very important to Yujing for her to tackle it, knowing who Yui Hirahara is and what she's capable of. But it also leaves us wondering what kind of protection can Rand even provide? He couldn't protect Nol. He couldn't protect Kousuke, though perhaps he was just too late. He can't even really do much to protect himself. And the way the judge managing Nol's case just so happened to retire? We know she pulled some kind of strings, intimidated someone, something. She has so much power and we don't even know the extent of it all. So. What kind of protection can Rand even afford her?

But yes, I do worry about the outcome of this story, even though I also look forward to it. It feels like it will end up being a bombshell in a lot of ways. I also wonder about how the setting of ILY plays into this. In the past, quimchee has referred to it as the United States of Korea - not quite Korea, definitely not America, but as the story has unfolded and characters have gone to and from America, England, Ireland, Japan, does that mean we definitively are set in Korea - and if yes are we following Korean laws? Libel and slander in Korea are a big deal - you could sue someone for running a story defaming you, even if they reported the truth! And again, with the contacts Yui seems to have, I have to wonder what her reach is.

I guess that's what makes Yujing seem like such a cool and formidable character. I want to know what she knows lol i want to know what her angle is. Also while I'm talking about her, here's something interesting I just noticed. Yujing spoke of Kousuke and Nol with familiarity when she interrupted their fancy meal. She said that it was a surprise to see them getting along enough to eat because the atmosphere would be hostile whenever they were in the same room together. There's also that history between her and Nol and her dog Senator. It raises some questions - when has Yujing been around them together? Especially because of the way Yui played dumb about her; it could be an act altogether, asking if they went to university together full well knowing it's so.

Also one other thing while I'm on this subject lol. The morning that Yujing saw on the news Nol pleaded guilty, she was going through a news story about an altercation between Nol and Kousuke. Without knowing the angle of her story, I wasn't sure what this had to do with what she's working on - sure the framing of Nol as a bad person plays into it, but also - during his interview with Yujing, before it got cut off, he says to her "It's not the first time the truth has been twisted in the media to fit a narrative". Is he speaking about that article, the one that frames him as the aggressor? Is that the one Kousuke has that fabricated memory of? Ahhhhhhh the more I think about what Yujing is working on the more desperate I become to read it!

and please, i'm looking forward to you talking about them in more detail when/if you have the time <3

This will definitely be coming hopefully soon! It's just something that's been on my mind as I reread lol. Like you said, it's very delicately woven! For me, there's something about watching two characters really come to matter to each other; it's not something I feel like I'm good at writing myself, but it's something that just really gets to me. I'm definitely ILY for the story and learning about their pasts, and seeing what will come of everyone, but the possibility of romance is just the icing on the cake, tbh! I really enjoy scenes where we get to see Shinae be honest, and we tend to get those when Nol is involved lol. (But also while looking at some earlier chapters I got weirdly emotional re-reading Yujing and Shinae's first meeting at the mall, when she helped pick out clothes that flatter her and Shinae asked if it was weird or wrong to favor comfort over style and Yujing reassured her it's not. idk it was a nice little moment, Shinae deserves all the reassurance!)

But I definitely get what you mean! I think devotion DOES work - frankly I'm not a particularly religious person I think of devotion as lol one of those foundations for a lasting marriage/partnership lmao. And I don't think it necessarily needs to be seen as a romantic thing, either! I just enjoy the religious imagery of it because it makes it feel somehow... idk, transcendent? Since right, it's a stronger word that loyalty is! And I do agree that her devotion, her dedication, her insistence on being there itself is not inherently romantic, which is what I love about it!

Idk how to explain this so please bare with me lol. It's like... to me romance isn't a raging forest fire, because eventually that kind of fire will just. Burn up and one day all that will be left is ash. It burns hot and strong and it's passionate, until there's nothing left. But a steady burning flame? Something that isn't so extreme, isn't so magnificent? But it's steady and constant, it's reassuring. You can trust it to continue. Sure a candle will eventually burn itself out but it's not like that wildfire that just burns and consumes until there's nothing left.

So when it comes to romance and things that seem otherwise mundane, I love it SO MUCH. Because I think it really plays into that narrative of how do you even define platonic vs romantic love? Shinae could very well have the most platonic feelings about Nol and still want to sit by his bed and keep watch over him, to make sure he's okay, to make sure he doesn't go out of her sight again. She absolutely would do the same thing for Minhyuk, someone we know is one of the most important people to her outside of her family. She did it as much as she could for her father when he was in that same position, too.

there is the soulmateism she isn't aware of (yet), but she IS aware of her heart thumping and not being able to hold his gaze, there's also the change in his behavior, and her attraction to rand which she still has to unpack (it's not just for comedic effect it's obvious she's projecting lol) and i cannot wait for her to do the math and realize what's happening lmao

THE BIG DUMB SMILE THAT GREW ON MY FACE WHILE READING IT because that's it THAT'S EXACTLY IT lol that's why it just GETS to me! Because she WOULD do this for any other person she loves, anyone else who is important to her, but this isn't any other person, it's him, and it's the way she can't hold his gaze, it's their tendency to lean towards each other (metaphorically or literally), it's the way he's let his defenses down a little more than she's used to, it's the way he's acting on something she once upon a time thought he was and told him not to but now she's not so concerned about crossing that line. In fact, that's BEEN going on! She went from telling him not to be too familiar with her lest he make his girlfriend mad at him waaaaaaay back before the formal to LMAO holding his dumb hands because it brings her comfort so she assumes it will do the same for him. It's all those little things!!!!!!!!

I, too, am waiting for her to have that realization that this version of Nol, this side of him he's shown her, that intensity, is SO much like Rand LMAO. I fully agree - that was not simply for comedic affect LMAO that was a little seed planted (although, hands down, the conversation Nol and Kousuke have following that is one of my FAVORITE scenes. There's something about the way Nol is just. Talking to Kousuke like maybe they don't hate each other and maybe they aren't at each others' throats all the time, casually noting that sure he finds Dieter's mom hot but is he going to SAY so and Kousuke just like PLEASE SHUT UP THIS IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE such a FUNNY scene lmao).

BUT ANYWAY YEAH IT'S EXACTLY THAT!!!!!!! I love love that isn't grand and overstated. Like, that's fine and I definitely can enjoy a really grand gesture, they're fun to read! But I love the kind of love that blooms from a seed that was planted long ago and maybe you didn't even realize you were nurturing it but eventually it grows and will bloom and that bud has grown and it may not have completely unfurled itself but. In time!!! Soon!!!!! It's the "calling insistently to check up on you and worrying even when i'm told you're okay because i want to hear it for myself". It's the "defending you even when you aren't around to see it because it's not an act i put on you are special and i don't like it when people mistreat you." It's the way!!! Her acts of care!!!! Linger even after she's gone!!!!! It's the way he always seems to reel from whatever mark she's left - her hands bunching up his coat, the earbud she returns to him, the stupid chicken nugget hand holding. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH all these little moments that could just as easily remain platonic, except they're stirring something up!!!!!

That they are each people who aren't good at receiving care from others but end up doing exactly that for each other! And how they receive that concern and care! Nol always seems SO affected by the times she pays attention to him, when she notices things. The medicine she bought him!!!!!!! Because he is a person who deserves to be taken care of!!!! When no one else but Nana does that. ;A; Like alfkjakfjkjaf lmao see I'm accidentally going on the tangent already but that's! Exactly what I love about them. That, as you put it, they are so delicately woven, it's been happening all along but NOW we can see that tapestry they've been weaving. We can see exactly how they've affected each other in a way that's led to these flirty little fingers dancing, to this additional layer atop something that could be otherwise so platonic. It could be Minhyuk and she'd still be asleep at the side of his bed, but it's not, it's Nol, and that makes all the difference.

;A;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GROUP DISCOUNT THERAPY FOR ALL!!!!!!!!! lmao I really do look forward to the end even though I HATE things ending and I tend to hold off finishing them as long as I can lmao because I get sad but ILY is special because I DO hope as many characters can get the happy endings they deserve, can find the comforting peace they need. I think everyone will always carry some kind of baggage, but bagage isn't as heavy if you can share it with someone, if someone can lighten the load. I mean that very platonically, too - I just want to see these characters find some kind of peace and have someone who understands, who gives them that space.

But I definitely want them all to get therapy LMAO PLS

[bluskye-27]

Hi my fellow pirate :) Can I please request headcanons for Sanji, Shanks, and Ace having a crush on a tough, dominant, intimidating woman and after figuring it out, she pounces on them for a kiss and is like "Finally you're all mine."

Here's a reference for the pouncing part:

Sanji, Shanks & Ace crushing on Tough & Intimidating! Fem! S/O

Summary: To think a tough pirate like him would fell in love with an equally tough and intimidating woman like you.

Blackfoot Sanji:

- When Sanji first met you, he was like 😳

- He thought he would never meet any dominant and intimidating women in his entire life yet you clearly proved him wrong

- Sanji will try to be a gentleman to you but you just dismisses him, telling him that you're not one for chivalry n' stuff

- The cook was in awe of your strength and bravery, not depending on men to protect you which confuses him at first but accepted it for some time

- For once, Sanji will try not to treat you like royalty, instead he'll see you as an equal (much like Zoro to girls)

- "Ah, thanks for the food, Sanj!" You smiled at the blond man, ruffling his hair as you walked off with the dessert he made for you.

- Gurl, you just successfully made the pervert/gentleman/cook fell for you~

- And when the marines attacked you guys, Sanji was entirely mesmerized by the way you fight, tough yet graceful at the same time. He was so caught up with gawking at you when an enemy sneaks up behind him

- You noticed immediately and proceeded to tackle Sanji while Zoro slashed the enemy

- "Watch your stupid back, Curly Brow!"

- Yet Sanji was not paying attention to the green haired swordsman, instead he was laying down on the floor with you on top of him. Gosh, those eyes he just love staring at was currently looking down at him in concern, flustering him greatly

- Before he can stop himself, Sanji blurted out a quick "I love you."

- You just grinned of course, swooping down to kiss Sanji on the lips.

- "Yeah, I know. You've never been discreet with your staring before, so yeah, I would know."

- Sanji was a blushing mess that day, letting you carry him to the infirmary to treat his injuries.

Emperor Shanks:

- One day, you met Shanks and his crew. You were intrigued by them so you asked Shanks to join his crew

- The red haired emperor just laughed, smirking at you in his drunken state (you guys were at a bar on your island)

- "Sorry, lady, I can't see a beautiful and delicate woman such as yourself be a rowdy pirate like me and my crew."

- Having been looked down upon your entire life, you snapped at Shanks by grabbing his only arm and flipped him on his back, twisting his arm behind his back painfully.

- "How about now?" You smirked down at the surprised emperor.

- "You know what? You're in. Though you're gonna pay for my spilled booze." Shanks pouted while his crew-well, your crew- cheered.

- Everyone in the crew was very happy to have you with them. They knew how tough and intimidating you are, not one of those girlie girls, so they treat you equally on how they treat each other.

- Shanks, who can't see the difference between prim and proper ladies and tough and manly women, treated you like a royalty.

- Which you clearly despises ofc

- Everytime Shanks called you "Princess" "My Lady" "Cutie-Patootie" and other cutesy nicknames, you would flip him off or literally flip him

- And no, the idiot would not care about the pain but just to see your "sexy" strength. After all, he has loving feelings just for you, no matter how many times you flip him on his back.

- For once he's sober, Shanks decided to tease you once more, ofc you flipped him on his back again, but this time, he quickly changed your position with him on top instead, smirking down at you.

- "You know how much you flip me, I will always love you~" He chuckled

- You huffed and grabbed Shanks by the back of his neck and slammed your lips on him, shocking the red haired pirate.

- "Yeah, and I love you no matter how annoying you are."

- Shanks is in love~ 🥰

Portgas D. Ace:

- You've always been with Ace ever since you guys are still the Spade Pirates and until now when you guys joined the Whitebeard Pirates.

- You were one of the toughest and strongest fighter so WB put you under Ace's division which the latter clearly liked

- Ace has been forever crushing on you ever since he met you at your island, where the two of you ran into each other when the male is running from angry restaurant staff (yeah, he committed dash-and-dine once again)

- And now in the present time, you, the WBP and other allies are fighting to save Ace from getting executed.

- You learned about Luffy from your dear commander so you quickly knew it was the strawhat-wearing boy when you saw him. You and Luffy quickly teamed up together and fought every marine on your way to the execution podium.

- "LUFFY! Y/N! TURN BACK! I DON'T WANT YOU TO SAVE ME!" By this, you snapped.

- "SHUT THE FUCK UP, PORTGAS!"

- Everyone around you looked at you in utter disbelief. Even Ace was stunned to silence

- "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DON'T WANT US TO SAVE YOU BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA DO IT ANYWAY! ALSO, DON'T EVEN THINK YOU CAN JUST CONFESS YOUR FUCKING FEELINGS TO ME ON THAT DAMNED LETTER WHILE YOU WERE AWAY HUNTING FOR THAT STUPID BITCH TEACH!"

- (Somewhere, Blackbeard sneezed.)

- Fast-forward to the time when Akainu is about to punch a hole on Ace-

- "GET THE FUCK OUTTA MAH WAY, YOU MAGMA ASS!" Using your wind powers, you blew Akainu away to the sea, saving Luffy and Ace.

- "Y/n, I-" Ace started but you cut him off with a rough kiss, pulling him by his necklace to meet your height.

- "I love you too, dumbass. Next time, don't even think about leaving me again, ya hear me?" And you put his cowboy hat on his head, grinning at his flustered face.

- "Mhm. I will!" He smiled back at you.

Hello, @sacredwarrior88 ! This is your long-awaited request, hope you like it~

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Cuddle Bunny Pt 2

Pro Hero!Kirishima x reader with a bunny quirk

Kirishima get’s his hand on his bunny. 

tw: smut, yandere, breeding kink, kidnapping, noncon, dubcon, gaslighting, penetration, delusional Kirishima, belly bulge

You struggled to open your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of sandalwood and vanilla. You heart rate picked up as you realized you were in a totally unfamiliar environment. Weren't you just at work?

Whoever was behind you had their arms around you to keep you from sitting up.

"Good morning, bunny. How'd you sleep?"

You knew that voice, confirming who was beside you.

Your mouth was dry and your voice cracked as you asked, "Kirishima? What's going on?"

"I picked you up from work last night, you were out like a light."

The pervious night was muddled in your mind but you knew he wasn't telling the truth. He was supposed to be your last client for the night. The two of you walked out of the building around the same time. You politely declined his offer to walk you home. The next thing you remember was sitting on the curb as the world started to spin. Kirishima was talking to you but you couldn't remember what was said.

You took a shaky breath. You had to be brave, besides he was a hero. There was an explanation. You just had to find it.

"Kiri, are you telling me the whole truth?" Your voice was barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you. His arms tensed around you.

"You're such a curious bunny. We can talk more once you're feeling better."

What was he talking about? All you had was a headache, you could hold down a conversation. Confrontation was never your thing. But maybe you could just keep asking him.

You wanted to wrap things up so you could go home before work.

"Can we talk about it later?" You asked. "I have to run home before my shift."

He nuzzled closer to you, "What do you mean, silly? You don't work there any more."

It was becoming harder to contain the panic building inside of you. You struggled harder against his grasp as small tears began to prick your eyes.

"Please let me up. You're scaring me."

Instead of letting go, Kirishima repositioned you too face him.

He looked concerned, "You don't need to be scared, you're safe here. You don't have to go back to that job, it's too dangerous."

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"Be a good bunny, lift your pretty little tail a bit higher for me."

His hands guided your hips further into the air. Once he deemed you to be in a suitable position you felt him tug down your panties, exposing your slick cunt to the cool air.

You whimpered into the pillow. Your body, betraying your mind, ached to be touched by Kirishima's rough hands.

"You're so beautiful," he cooed. With two fingers he began to tease your delicate folds.

As the pressure in your lower abdomen began to build you tried to pretend that the situation was different. If you could lie to yourself about the position you were in maybe you could hold it together. He was stronger than you, much more athletic, even with out his quirk. Even if you struggled you knew you couldn't escape. You didn't want to risk making him angry. Although he kept repeating that he would never hurt you, how much could you trust the words of your abductor?

You bucked towards him when his thumb pressed against your clit.

Although you couldn't see it Kirishima was beaming with pride. He felt reassured that he was making you feel good. His cock throbbed in anticipation for the moment you both felt good.

But he told himself it wouldn't be manly to enter you with his dick before making you orgasm at least once.

Regaining control of himself he paused his assault on your pussy to rub his hands down your back toward your neck, gently pushing his thumbs against the base of your skull. You letting out a rough whine. Both frustrated with the lost sensation and pleased by the firm pressure against your shoulders.

"Okay baby, let's get you prepped, you're tiny compared to me. Let's get you as ready as we can."

You gasped as his index finger entered you. Pressing and curling against your walls as if to examine and assess the situation.

He continued to use his other fingers on the outside of your pussy. There was a wet noise as he gently thrust his finger in and out, and then with out warning you felt a stretching sensation. He has added another finger to your insides.

"That's it baby, you're doing so good. You got such a tight little pussy. How about I get a toy for next time. Something a little bigger than my fingers but smaller than the real thing. That way we can't get you ready a bit better than we will this time."

The idea of ‘next time’ made you lightheaded. You whimpered as he added a third finger. You could feel the stretch between your legs. Paired with the stimulation of your clit you couldn't hold back as the tension in your body released, Kirishima tighten his grip to keep you in place as you tried to jerk away from him.

Pleasure flooded your body and you wanted to collapse onto the mattress.

As you slowed your breathing he gently lowered you're ass so you could rest as he slowly removed his fingers from your drenched hole. He trailed kisses along your back while he praised you.

Finally he turned you on to your back. He was flushed, his hair falling around his face, and he had barely broken a sweat.

He removed his pants revealing his... monster cock. There was no other way for you to describe it. You had never been with someone who had such length AND girth. It looked like it was gonna break something in you.

No matter how hard you tried, Kirishima managed spread your legs. He took a moment to admire the mess he made before digging through a drawer on his nightstand.

You closed your eyes at the sound of the lube bottle opening. Kirishima applied a generous amount to his cock before using two fingers to rub the remaining substance into you.

"There we go," he whispered as he lined up his tip to your soaked cunt. "Just relax for me. Don't be afraid to hold on to me. I'm pretty sturdy."

The tip wasn't bad. You were thankful for the lube. You needed to hold on to him. Gripping your nails into his back as he continued to slide into you. You focused all your energy into your hands, afraid to move. Tears flowed freely from you now. The pain seared and you couldn't stop it.

"It hurts," your gasped. "So bad. Please no more."

Kiri paused.

"Shhh, bunny. I got you. We're almost there then we can give you another moment to adjust." He was running circles on your hips with his thumbs, wanting to provide you some form of comfort. He knew he was a challenge to take. It didn't help that you were so tight. "Take a deep breath for me."

You did, grateful for the momentary break. But as he instructed you to breathe out he shoved the remainder of his cock into you. A violent sob wracked your body. Kirishima hoped that the sooner you adjusted to his size the sooner you'd stop crying.

With him fully inside of you he rested for another moment. You were so tight that he was honesty surprised he fit. He brought a palm to the slightly swollen area of your lower belly. He applied just a bit of pressure before he began to slowly pulse in and out of you. You were still shaking but had quieted down.

When he no longer felt like you you were off the verge of passing out he was ready to help you feel good. He kept his palm against the bulge he was responsible before, but repositioned slightly so his thumb could make its way back to where it belonged - the swollen bud between your legs.

"God you're such a good girl. So tight and warm," he panted. "Gonna fuck you so good. Teach you that I'm the only man you need."

His speed began to pick up. While you were still in pain you began to feel the pressure expand within you once more.

Kirishima kissed the tears off your cheeks. He knew he was close, your walls clenching around his member. He was determined not to be too rough with you, at least not the first few times, but you were unintentionally wearing down his his resolve.

He nipped your neck harder than he should have, breaking the skin. You arched against his chest which allowed him to wrap his arms underneath you.

Kirishima felt like he couldn't get close enough to you as he pressed violently against you tender body. Another orgasm shot through your body causing you to clench even tighter around the cock inside of you.

"Fuckin hell," Kirishima groaned, "You take me so well bunny."

You felt a swell inside of you as he released inside you.

Your mind felt fuzzy with post orgasm bliss. Kirishima softened inside you, remaining in place as he showered you in praise. He began to withdraw from you, allowing his seed to drip past your puffy folds. He didn't leave you empty for too long. He used two of his fingers to push his fluid back into you. He used his other hand to pull you against his chest.

You were still tearful and the realization that he was using his fingers as a makeshift plug to keep his seed inside you was making you sob again.

"Don't cry bunny, you did such a good job. Once we calm down we can get in the shower. Then I'd got a little present for you since you're behaving so well."

You were not a fighter, you wished you were. You wanted to yell at him. To thrash and scream and make him stop holding you. But you weren't a fighter and you knew fighting him would do you no good. You would have to bide your time until you could make a run for it.

At least he hadn't been mean to you. And aside from (probably) breaking your pussy, he hadn't hurt you yet.

He was gentle getting you into the shower. You were washed first, his hands roaming your body and conditioning your hair. Then he helped settle you against the shower bar while he quickly took care of himself. After drying you off with the fluffiest towel he slipped one off his shirts over your head. It was just the right size to cover you ass.

He disappeared for a moment, leaving you sitting along the tub. There wasn't much for you to look at. The cabinets were locked and the room had no windows.

Kirishima was back, changed into comfortable sweat pants. He carried you with ease back to bed. The old sheets piled in a corner, he had replaced them with fresh linens.

Hopefully, he thought, this would make you more comfortable.

"Ready for your surprise?" He asked with a pointy grin.

You thought it was a rhetorical question but it looked like he was waiting for your response. Did you really want a surprise? No. But you probably didn't get much say so you merely shrugged your shoulders. He bounce out bed and went to rummage through one of his drawers.

He turned around to present a stuffed animal. It was a chunky shark, not too big but the perfect holding size.

"Look! I saw him and thought you would think he was cute. Don't forget to name him, 'kay?"

You clutched the toy to your chest. He knew you loved plushies. You mentioned it to him once and said you had them all over your apartment. The shark smelled like Kirishima.

[hopespeak-hostclub]

I gotta ask my first request on this account now! Normally us do more NSFW but it's been rough and I just need some fluffy dating head canons with Gundham and Fuyuhiko separately. They/them pronouns please. Take as much time as you need of course!

🦎anon

YAY I LOVE IT AND YOU!!!!! No problem at all❤️❤️

I feel like fuyuhikos are really short and not the best so if you want me to do them again pls lmk!!!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Gundham Tanaka

Dating Gundham is a literal dream come true for you. He’s just a goofy little emo boy dark lord and he always tries to act all serious but the two of you are just so in love he struggles to keep up his “evil” persona a lot of the time.

He LOVES spending time with you, but not many other people, so a lot of your time together is spent in your dorms/apartments alone watching movies, or playing with the Deva’s.

For your birthday, Gundham got you a hamster Deva In Training of your own because he could tell you missed his Deva’s when he wasn’t around.

One of his favorite ways to show affection is kisses. Not typical on the lips kisses, but the kind where he holds your fingertips delicately and kisses the top of your hand, while almost bowing to you. Or kissing the inside of his own palm, before touching your check with that same hand to show you he loves you.

You love slow dancing with him. Sometimes you’ll play orchestral music over your speakers, and other times you’ll just hold eachother and dance in silence.

The first time you sat on his lap, and wrapped your arms around him, just to hold him close and hug for a while, he was BLUSHING. man didn’t know what to do with himself. He was so nervous, but after a few minutes he loosened up, and held you back. He LOVEESSSS when you hold him. He tries to act all manly and tough, but he’s really a softy for your hugs and embraces.

The first time you said I love you, he was horrified. He hadn’t yet said those words to you, so he wasn’t expecting it. He did his little “I’m nervous so I’m going to hide in my scarf” thing and he couldn’t look you in the eyes. He didn’t say it back that night. The following day, he showed up unannounced with black roses in his hands. “Y/n. My lover, my paramour, I acted a fool last night. To quote Emily Dickinson, ‘ Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.’ With that said, for the first time, I want to tell you that I love you with every ounce of my soul.”

You practically died when that happened by the way.

Fuyuhiko

He is a shy baby, but god damn is he protective over his partner. He would literally take a bullet for you if he had to.

He is very very charming with the way he talks to you. He still flirts 100%. All the time. He loves taking you on dates out to eat, out dancing, to a movie- literally as long as it’s the two of you together he doesn’t care.

His favorite date with you so far was cooking classes, because let’s face it. He can not cook for shit. But he had so much fun. You learned how to make a pizza from scratch and prep a salad as a side and he was so proud of you both.

He loves picking you up by the waist and having you wrap your legs around his. That’s his favorite way to kiss you. Sometimes when he’s excited he likes to just pick you up and twirl you. He does NOT like it when you do the same back to him though. He gets insecure about being short.

You try to be all lovey dovey back to him but be rarely lets you. He always blushes and retreats because even after having dated you for a while now, he still gets embarrassed and nervous.

The cutest thing is when the two of you are laying in eachothers arms, and he falls asleep while holding you. You always give him a kiss on the forehead when you catch him sleeping on you, and you can swear he smiles in his sleep just a little.

When he talks about you to other people he literally babbles on and on for what feels like ever, and it’s the absolute cutest. A direct quote from him to his best friend Peko “they just take my breath away. I don’t understand it. They’re just.. amazing. And I can’t believe they’re all mine”

[eri-cheri]

Now that we have reached the last chapter of the year. It is time to do a 2020 roll call of what I like to call, “State of the Shippers”:

1. IzuOcha. Status: Placated.

-IzuOcha’s could celebrate several cute tidbits throughout the year. Mini moments as they say.

Anime Highlights: The OVA’s came in clutch with moments for shippers all around and IzuOcha is no exception. We got a cute tidbit where Izuku and Ochako bumped into each other and were flustered.

Manga Highlights: Christmas kept on giving to this fandom as the AM doll Izuku gave Ochako made many appearances. A cute fist bump between the two was also exchanged and Mina was right there bouncing with y’all.

Heroes Rising: Izuku super man carried Ochako to safety. And was Angy she was injured. Fans could enjoy the small Lois Lane moment.

Troubling Signs?: Ochako said “I would like to be excluded from this narrative” when it comes to her feelings for Deku. She’s a hero damnit! So if they are in for something, probably won’t be while they are still in school.

II. DabiHawks. Status: Yikes.

- Dabi and Hawk’s very public breakup set this fandom in disarray but also kind of disayay?

Anime Highlights: None yet. This fandom was cruelly cock blocked by Bones. Sorry DabiHawks stans.

Manga Highlights: Where to begin, my goodness. With these fans, I guess the good and the bad is a plus in this homoerotic double agent relationship. We have the notion that Dabi may have known Hawks when they were kids, which may be a positive? Hori sure loves his childhood friends. Other than that. The GIRLS WERE FIGHTIN’. Hawks is now permanently scarred by Dabi and I don’t think it was kinky folks. Tokoyami inserted himself in the middle to White Knight Hawks, Dabi broke up with him via YT expose and overall, shippers could anguish in the absolute MESS that this ship endured this year. But I’m sure that’s part of the appeal. So...yay?

Heroes Rising: They were both in it.

Troubling Signs?: The entire relationship is a troubling sign which again, is part of the appeal. Maybe Hawks will cuddle up with Dabi’s father after the war. That’s troubling! Speaking of...

III. EndHawks. Status: Yearning and Burning.

-If there’s one thing Endeavor couldn’t stop worrying about, it was his hot (in more ways than one) new side piece who probably should have looked at the fine print when signing a contract to be a recurring guest star on “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s”.

Anime Highlights: A fateful meeting finally in high definition for all our eyes to see! Hawks’s unwavering support of his biggest hero was endearing to watch and their shenanigans together spurred the anime onlies to finally jump on the biggest May-December ship in the series.

Manga Highlights: Endeavor’s admiration and concern for Hawks seeped through the pages as we entered our most exciting arc in the manga yet. Fate split these two up yet entwined their downfall together. And that Fate’s name was Dabi...or should I say ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️ or should I just say Touya!

Heroes Rising: “Don’t bite my head off, Endeavor.” Geez, can you flirt a little less loud Hawks?

Troubling Signs?: They say never meet your heroes and Hawks is in for a rude awakening. We shall see just how deep his admiration runs or if Endeavor’s past will split our dynamic duo up for good.

IV: TodoDeku. Status: “Precious”

-Shoto’s “Midoriya is in Danger” radar was highlighted in both manga and anime. 4th User’s quirk, who?

Anime Highlights: “Midoriya hasn’t returned yet.” “Where’s Midoriya?” “Midoriya! Grab my hand!” “Have some of my Soba Midoriya.” Shoto gets it. His emotional support friend is a danger magnet. TodoDeku’s also enjoyed tiny tidbits in the OVA such as a hand grabbing scene. Gotta hold tight to those crumbs.

Manga Highlights: Two Words. “Precious Friend.” Deku comes in w/o arms or legs fighting for Shoto and Shoto’s honor. These two spent the entire year worried sick about each other, and going against all odds to save each other. Precious Friends indeed. TDDK fans ate.

Heroes Rising: Shoto kicks some dog ass and then faints thinking of Deku (and Bakugo but shh. Let the shippers rejoice.) On the bright side, we have a 3rd movie coming featuring “The Three Musketeers” so shippers of TdDk can HOLD TIGHT to what’s to come.

Troubling Signs?: Shoto still doesn’t know about OFA and he’s gonna have LOTS of questions after this arc. Will Deku finally tell him? If not, it could make or break the ship.

V. TodoBaku. Status: “Shining through the city with a little funk and soul.”

-Who knew the greatest comedy duo we needed was Shoto and his hot headed “friend” or not friend? It still remains unclear to Shoto. Regardless, these two had a fun year.

Anime Highlights: “I wanna see your cute face”, disco dancing, and more fun in the provisional license training. Plus the OVA added some cute moments between the two such as Bakugo staying behind to save Todoroki during a dangerous excercise and his adorable plan neatly animated for us. I’d say TodoBaku’s really were resurgent and energized this year!

Manga Highlights: Shoto, that is not how you properly Catch a Kacchan, I’m sorry. But at least you did it you mad lad. As with Deku, Shoto spent the year worried sick about Bakugo. While the anime let us have our fun, these two were suffering in the manga.

Heroes Rising: Again, Shoto put a dog down and then fainted with Bakugo on his mind (and Deku but we ignore that. Shush.) TodoBaku’s have the 3rd movie to look forward to which is bound to have some amazing content!

Troubling Signs?: They have a lot of trauma to deal with. And a lot of Deku to worry about. I also imagine Shoto will be hurt about being left out of the OFA secret. We shall see what 2021 has to offer.

VI. KiriMina. Status: Unbreakable.

-Changing your hairstyle to match the gal who inspired you in middle school? Sorry y’all but if Mina were a guy, I’d say that’s gay af.

Anime Highlights: We got that backstory Bois. Red Riot’s origin might as well make him be called Pink Riot. Again with Hori and the childhood friends though I wouldn’t exactly call them friends. They just went to the same middle school but Kirishima was highly influenced by Mina’s Chivalrous spirit! A ship is born!

Manga Highlights: The influence is mutual! Mina creates a move based on Kirishima’s unbreakable and we all let out a collective “awwww”. Also in the war arc, we got Kirishima making sure Mina’s chivalrous spirit shines through right into Gigantomachia’s mouth! KiriMina may just be the unsung MVP’s of this arc.

Heroes Rising: They were in it.

Troubling Signs?: I can’t think of a single one. KiriMina’s can enjoy a peaceful sailing.

VII: KiriBaku. Status: Crumb Collectors.

-2020 was an uneventful year for KiriBaku but Bones made sure there were crumbs aplenty! Thank God for OVA’s!

Anime Highlights: KiriBaku’s did thrive in one episode! Kirishima reflects on the sludge incident and evolves his quirk based on inspiring words from Bakugo! Hooray! KiriBaku’s can thrive in their blossoming friendship. The OVA also has Kirishima (and Kaminari but shh) once again following Bakugo’s lead when it comes to the training excercise. How can you not? He’s so manly!

Manga Highlights: Not gonna lie. There is nothing much here this year. I did find a teeny tiny flake in Aizawa’s flashback. Kirishima and Bakugo are sitting next to each other. Oh! And at the hot pot gathering, Bakugo sits next to Kirishima! Eat your crumbs KiriBaku’s! There’s always next year!

Heroes Rising: Kirishima hangs with a lazy Bakugo and delivers the most hilarious line in the whole movie. “Silly Bakugo, there won’t be villains here!” Hahah... Silly Bakugo. Oh you~ KiriBaku’s can inhale the fact that those two sure love to hover around each other!

Troubling Signs?: With great crumbs come little responsiblity. No trouble if there’s no content! 🤔

VIII: KamiJirou. Status: Singing their hearts out 🎶

-If there’s any ship that’s coming close to canonization, I think this is it, folks! “Think of the person most important to you!” Can’t argue with Midnight!

Anime Highlights: Kaminari does non stop encouraging of Jirou and her hobbies! He works super hard to learn guitar for her sake! We love a king who can encourage his queen!

Manga Highlights: Kaminari thinks of the most important person to him and surprise! It’s Jirou! All of the feels can commence.

Heroes Rising: They were in it!

Troubling Signs?: Kaminari does love his women. And men. Kaminari overall is a huge flirt. But Jirou appears to have his heart strings. ❤️

IX: BakuDeku. Status: Rising. 👑

-Alternative Statuses include Winning, Thriving, Soaring. It’s just been non stop content this year. 2020 is truly the year for BakuDeku. The shippers can rejoice.

Anime Highlights: Three words. Be. My. Cane. The OVA’s helped fan the flames of the BkDk hearts with a surprise! Deku tops! Not only that, we got a lovely shoulder tap of encouragement in the canon material. While in season 4, Deku’s primary focus was Eri. Bakugo and Deku still had their moments to be hella gay.

Manga Highlights: Where do I even begin? I guess we’ll just cut to the chase with Bakugo Katsuki: Rising. We finally saw Bakugo’s true feelings manifest for Deku and if getting stabbed for him isn’t the ultimate showing of love, then idk what is. BakuDeku’s rounded out the year with the Volume 29 cover AND the volume 29 cover drafts to eat at our heart strings. Overall, their relationship got the spotlight in the manga this year. And we’re bound to start 2021 with a dramatic confrontation. Hand holding seems to be the key with these two and it didn’t stop with Heroes Rising...speaking of.

Heroes Rising: The entire movie. Like....yeah. That’s it. [OP, your bias is showing. You have to be SPECIFIC.] {But random criticizer in my head, if I lay out the entire plot of the movie, my post will be too long} [OP....] UGHHHH Okay okay. The POPSICLE MELTING. THE HAND HOLDING. THE CHARACTER DESIGNS OF WHAT MIGHT AS WELL BE THEIR LOVE CHILDREN. Did I mention? “It’s fine if it’s you?” CAUSE YEAH. Oh and All Might randomly officiating their wedding in their heads like idk. Isn’t it just simpler if I say the whole movie??!

Troubling Signs?: Well these two’s relationship is extremely delicate and while it has non stop soared this year, Deku might not take too kindly to Bakugo almost dying for him. Will they stop pushing each other away? Time will tell.

That’s all for this year folks! Happy Shipping and good luck to everyone next year!

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

<3 companions react to sole being an artist and drawing them?

This is literally something that I can picture my own F!sole doing 🥺 Thank you for the beautiful ask, anon 💙💛

Cait - Feels her chest clench tightly as she gapes at the picture. She takes it in her hands and holds it carefully as if it might tear with the slight motion. Her eyes are a little glassy as she stares at it for the longest time. She finally swallows hard to keep back the tears and when F!Sole finally asks what she thinks of it, she wastes no time in crushing her in a tight embrace, whispering her thanks since she can't quite trust her voice just yet. When F!Sole offers it to her as a gift, she makes a silent vow to never let anything happen to it. Ever.

Piper - Is taken with it and almost feels like crying a little. It's probably one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for her, and for her Blue to take the time to make something as beautiful as that and make her the main subject? It means the world to Piper, and she wastes no time in hugging F!Sole, thanking her profusely, and asking if she could have permission to print it in the paper. If F!Sole gives her permission, the next issue of the paper is a lengthy talk about F!Sole's accomplishments and how the woman somehow manages to do all that and be an incredible artist at the same time.

Curie - Immediately gasps and holds it as if it is some sort of delicate artifact. It does not take her long to be a mess of blubbering sweetness. She is so happy that her best friend took the time to draw her and to do it so beautifully. And when F!Sole tells her that she can have it if she wants it, she clings to it as if she won't ever let it go.

MacCready - Is completely and utterly shocked by it and the mere sight of the drawing is more than enough to stop him in his tracks. In fact, it stops his entire thought process. As he gapes at it for a while, he is actually able to process a few key emotions--- immense gratitude, strong fondness, and happiness. He may or may not cry... Just don't look at him too closely, okay?! It's a very manly expression of deep emotion!

Deacon - Somehow touches him deeply. Appearance is such a ever-evolving thing for him, but to see himself through her mind's eye in such permanence is a true gift. He mentally notes that he might keep this version of his face for a while longer. He tries to laugh his sudden seriousness off as just being shocked that she somehow avoided drawing a hot butt on him, but he does end up very seriously and sincerely thanking her after a few minutes.

Codsworth - Thinks that he would most certainly cry if he had the ability to convey emotion in such a manner. However, his voice does become very emotional as he thanks his dear mistress and touches her shoulder carefully with his pincer. It sometimes truly baffles him when he sees concrete evidence that she sees him as more than just a robot and a butler.

Hancock - Is totally enamored by it. The euphoria from such a touching gesture is ten times better than any drug that he has ever had, and he is endlessly thankful that he happens to be sober when he first sees the illustration. After several long moments, he asks if they could somehow make it ten times bigger and put it on the walls at Goodneighbor since it is such a beautiful drawing. And he is only half-joking when he says it.

Danse - Is completely thrown off. It means the world to him that anyone would want to spend any time on him in that sort of manner. A work involving effort that he really did not think he was worthy of. It is something that he will remember and treasure forever. He actually even keeps it in a special trunk with all of his other valuable things. He usually keeps it folded in his old BOS uniform that always remains untouched just so he can keep it especially safeguarded from harm.

Preston - Cannot help the huge, enormous grin that comes onto his face at the very sight of it. He looks at her and makes some silly comment about how he did not know the general of the Minutemen was so multi-talented. It almost takes his breath away from the sheer kindness and sweetness of the gesture and he wastes no time in thanking her profusely and hugging her happily.

Valentine - Is truly surprised to see that she is an artist at all and is even more surprised to see that she does it so well and chose to depict him of all people. He casually tells her that if she does not mind then he would sort of absolutely love to hang it up in his office so he could admire it always. Of course, she happily agrees and he smiles and spends a while longer staring at it, committing every bit of it to his memory so that he will never ever forget it.

X6-88 - Is truly and utterly confused. Why in the world would she waste such time on frivolous things like that and furthermore why would she draw a picture of him? He is perplexed by the idea and even more concerned by the sudden strange bubbling of warmth in his chest.

Dogmeat - When Dogmeat sees the drawing, he's very excited. There's a dog on the page that looks just like him! He does not understand how it came to be there, but F!Sole is laughing and petting him and showing it to him, so it must be something she did. So he makes sure to give her plenty of licks to show his appreciation.

Strong - When she explains that drawing is not a way to kill enemies, he does not understand why she would want to draw at all, much less draw a picture of him. Drawing is stupid and it is a giant waste of time since it does not kill anyone. Dumb tiny human needs to work on fighting instead of drawing.

[yandere-sins]

hi!! first of all i am big fan of your blog ✨

i see your request opens so.. can i request a yan kirishima with a pregnant darling (i was looking for you rules but idk if you write for that) if you not, please ignore this.

have a good day!!

Thanks for requesting, glad you enjoy my writing!

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The soft hums were all you could think about while his hands warmed your sore stomach. It was close to the melodies your mother would hum to you as a child, but Kirishima didn’t hit all the notes, butchering the attempts. He went out of his way to get the tunes from your family, yet, he didn’t have any success with them. You sighed, feeling incredibly exhausted and heavy as you sat up some more. The humming stopped briefly, his hands moving aside for you to make yourself comfortable. Saying he was considered was an exaggeration, but he made an effort.

“You’re doing so great for us,” he praised you after pulling you back into a hug, planting butterfly kisses along your temple. All you could do was sigh even more. No inch of your whole being was comfortable, and you were wondering if your baby felt the same.

Your eyes dragged through this hell hole that was your room. There were so many marks on the walls, the floor, the amenities, all from the times you could still stand for more than 5 minutes before getting cramps and collapse from the exhaustion. Triplets. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to have a baby, let alone triplets.

Kirishima.

He was the root of all evil. Ever since he made you believe he loved you, whisking you away to this apartment that was closer to a high-security prison than a home, he had become your worst enemy and, now, the father of your children.

And you? You made him the happiest person in the world.

Pressing his cheek to your head, he let out a content sigh, one hand falling back to your swollen abdomen, circling it gently. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents soon! It feels like only yesterday where I confessed my love for you under the tree by the school, and now we’re going to have three little babies on the way!”

That much was true. In a way, it did feel like only yesterday since you felt the joy of being loved, but now you dreaded it. Even if you still remembered going through the days spent crying and fighting, in pain or in exhaustion, they all became one big void in your mind, and tomorrow, this day too would be sucked into it. Even if he still loved you, you couldn’t say you had even a little bit of those butterfly feelings left for Kirishima. Now, you just wanted him to disappear from your life. 

Part of you blamed yourself for not being stronger or more clever to escape your predicament. But anyone would tell you how it was his fault, how Kirishima ruined your life in a way you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to recover from. This man, holding you in his arms as gentle as a delicate flower, was nothing but a monster in disguise. A greedy one at that, never getting enough of you.

He may love you - or so he kept assuring you - but it wasn’t a type of love you’d wish to your worst enemies. It was obsessive, possessive, and deluded. A love that turned to fear to anger in a matter of seconds if you two disagreed. Kirishima didn’t fear you hating him, but he feared that you’d leave. That someone else could take you away from his side, so he decided he had to be quicker than anyone else. And because he couldn’t stop loving you in a twisted way, he didn’t listen to your ‘no’ and ‘stop’ and just kept going with what he thought was the best for your relationship.

Until you became pregnant. It should have been a time of joy, but you couldn’t see anything else but madness when he cared for you ever so tenderly. No matter what you did to upset him, he kept smiling, placing his hand on your bump and reminding you cheerfully not to stress yourself. Kirishima came home earlier, cooked dinner, and massaged your feet willingly, even forcefully if you refused. Fighting to make you understand his views ceased. Now it was only you and the babies being safe and healthy. Even if you made him run to the grocery store three times a night, he would always come back with a smile and ask if he can prepare your cravings for you. It was sickening! Absolutely sickening how he took all of these exertions and still managed to be happy to be of service for you. The lovesickness in his eyes was clearer than anything else, and now that you relied on him more, it made him happier and happier. You wondered if he felt remorse for his past actions now, having to see you suffer from the pregnancy and being even more unhappy than you already were. But you doubted it still.

“Us, forever,” he mumbled. Lost in thoughts as you were, he might have mistaken your silence for being asleep. “You, me, the babies. No one can take you away from me now. I’ll be with you until the end. I will do what I have to do to ensure you will be by my side forever.”

Even making me pregnant, you thought.

“Even making you pregnant,” he confirmed as if he had read your thoughts. “You can’t leave me now, can you? You need me just as much as I need you now. I’m so crazy for you, I hope you can understand one day I’d do anything to be with you.”

“That’s not very manly of you,” you muttered, and Kirishima gasped. “You’re awake?!” he asked, surprised, before chuckling, burying his face in your shoulder. ���You’re right. That wasn’t very manly.”

With a deep breath, Kirishima collected himself before speaking up again, using his free hand to turn over your head to face him properly. “I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. I can’t wait to finally build a family with you. Don’t ever forget that I adore you. I would do anything for you, okay?”

Honestly, you were too exhausted to fight. You wanted it all to be over, the pregnancy, your kidnapping, and his love most importantly. If this had been a healthy, good relationship you two were having, you’d have been nothing but blessed with such a caring and doting lover, but all you had was this. This monster put on sheep’s clothing to fit into an illusion with you that he wanted. You knew you had to do something. If not for you, a least for the children that would be born into such a hostile life.

But it was too late now, your belly rumbling before you felt a tear in it, eyes widening as you stared at the father of your children. But only a broad, proud smile crept onto his face as he, too, realized what was happening. “Let’s be a family, okay?” he asked, and you had no answer to it.

Only a muffled scream escaped you as the contractions began.

[sashi-ya]

Hi Sashi! for your Hell event, I'd like to request Ashura! Zoro, Oni! Kiku x fem! reader (human). You can chose whatever kink and place suits better for them! Thank u so much! 🤍🤍

Hiii!! OF COURSE. I've been dying to write something with Zoro and Kiku together and this seems like the perfect oportunity to do so!! Thank u so much for your request and please enjoy! 💖💖

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂! 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑶𝒏𝒊! 𝑲𝒊𝒌𝒖 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐̄

➡ Tw: nsfw. Zoro is an Ashura. Kiku (amab, she/her pron) is an Oni. Reader F! Samurai. Oral. Dp. Cum swallowing. threesome. Creampie. The title is in japanese, it means Ashuradō (one of the six Realms of Existance in Japanese Budhism. It's the realm of anger, jealousy, and constant war; home of Ashuras) ➡ wc: 2.8k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist

Feet that hurt, and thirst that feels like sand in your throat. The rests of a beautiful shrine ahead, gives you hope. You need to rest; you can’t walk any more.

The wound in your stomach is too big and hasn’t stopped bleeding yet.  

“This place should do. Either if I get to sleep a little or die, it looks good enough to do so” you mumble, dragging your feet over the creaking wood stairs of the shrine.

Dry plants garnish the entrance, red paint that seems to be peeling from the walls, nothing inside but some wet floor. You flop there, curling in foetal position, pressing your abdomen to stop the endless red river. A katana edge had cut through you… but you didn’t lose…Your eyes slowly close, your breathing becomes barely superficial, darkness… darkness and calm surrounds you…

“Welcome, samurai” a manly, husky, and sinful voice pulls you out of the deep hole where you were falling into. Your first reaction is, as always, to reach for your sword. Sword that is now missing at your side.

Eyes that are still blurry and head still dizzy, you can’t quite see what’s in front of you yet. But his aura is enough to make you feel like something invisible force is crushing you down.

“Hey, sweetheart…” a woman’s voice says. So sweet and like a balsam to your ears. Who is she? Who is that man?

When you blink your dizziness away, you notice the shrine looks exactly the same, but, now it’s lively and beautiful. Almost like if the decayed walls were never there and the time hasn’t ever passed.

Sitting over cushions of finest patterns, an imponent man. A God, perhaps? But it has horns… he is not a God, or at least not a holy one. Sitting over his lap, a beautiful woman, somehow taller than him, wearing an Oni mask. Her hair, long, deep blue, tied into a ponytail.

She plays with her nails, barely grazing the huge, scarred chest of the man sitting. A man with a crossed eye, green hair, long green hair.

“Are you looking for this, samurai?” he asks, showing you your katana. He inspects it, taking a closer look at the edge. His pointy nose travels all over it, dangerously closer to the sharp metal.

“It smells like blood”

Of course, it does. You had killed many men. Of course, it smells like blood.

Your pupils dilate when he, all of a sudden, licks the edge sexily enough to light a fire inside of your guts. The woman on his lap giggles, and soon after the man had stop licking the sword she pours sake straight to his mouth.

“Thank you, Kikunojo” he whispers, placing his big hand over her barely covered legs. Her kimono, a yellow silky one, spreads conveniently so the green haired horned man can slip her hand inside of it.

She receives your katana in her hands, her movements are worthy of a delicate flower. What a beautiful lady. Maybe she is the God’s girlfriend?

“Is this your katana, or did you steal it?” he asks, fixing his steel eye on your gaze. It makes you shiver; it makes you weak, it makes you hot and it makes you scared too. A true demon aura surrounds his figure, purple and green hues, like the lights of a midnight sun.

“That’s my Hebi Doku” you tell them your sword’s name, assuring that man it’s yours. “Oh… that’s why it tasted so bitter… snake venom, you say…Alright, if you want it come here and get it” he says, smirking at you with devilish intentions.

Sure, he is not a benevolent god. And the three katanas on his right side are ready to slash your head off if you dare to come closer… but he is telling you to come and get yours? Maybe he is honourable enough to attack after you have yours in your hand.

You stand up, realizing nothing is bleeding any longer. Your stomach is covered in bandages. Your chest too. Kimono hanging from your hips, they have patched you up and even decided to respect your privacy…

“You dare to stand before me? Crawling, mortal. You will have to come crawling” he says, patting Kikunojo’s leg. The woman stands up, allowing the God to bend a little further. “Don’t you know who I am?” he asks, clearly annoyed at your disrespectful ways.

You freeze in place, kneeling on the ground. You don’t really know who he is, but by simply speaking a little louder than before he is able to make you subdued to him.

He calls you with a beckoning finger to him “come here, you little slut”. And you crawl to him, ignoring the way he called you, ignoring absolutely everything. You look like an animal, walking to him on all fours. You don’t really know why you are moving. Sure, you want your katana back, but it is not that what’s moving you towards you. In fact, you even think is nothing regarding your own body, but more of that attraction force he uses.

When you are close enough to his crotch, he passes his fingers down your chin to look up at you. His black kimono covers his legs, and his exposed torso is only covered by a green haramaki. “You smell like blood too, but you didn’t want it… right?” he asks, coming closer and sniffling your face and neck.

“I didn’t want to do it. I had to” you say, stating that he was indeed right. You didn’t want to kill, but it was the only way you had to protect the people of your town.

The man in front of you smiles, he seems pleased with your answer. “I see… but you commit quite a massacre there. Don’t you think?” he judges you, and you feel as if this was the holly trial where they get to chose where to take you, either Hell or Heaven.

You are out of words, sometimes peeking to the side to look at the tall woman in yellow holding your sword in her hands, sometimes at the man in front of you.

When he decides to finally speaks, he reveals his identity; “I am an Ashura, Zorojuro. And we are at the doors of my kingdom, Ashuradō. Welcome to a world of constant war and anger”

Your lips separate. An Ashura? A fearsome demon god? Those who they taught about in your village shrine...? “You- an Ashura?”  you stutter, scared of the creature right in front of you. You make him laugh, a laughter that’s pure evilness but pure sin. A laughter that make you wet, who knows why.

The woman accompanies his laughter with a subtle giggle, she is taller than him for sure and her aura is pretty much similar to his. She is strong, like if she could cut you into pieces and you wouldn’t realize until you are already dead.

“I am an Ashura, yes. She is Kikunojo and she was the one who cured your wounds, don’t you think you owe something to her?” he says, looking at the woman with a smile of pure adoration.

You press your forehead against the floor. “Thank you Kikunojo-sama for saving my life” you bow, with great respect before her. You owe her something, your life.  

She takes her hand to her mouth, or at least over the mouth of her Oni mask. Giggling she crunches next to you, making you look at her. “It’s ok! I’m glad I helped you. Now, my master Zorojuro says you owe me something, but I will let him tell you the price of my services”

You nod, even with a mask she is stunning, as attractive as her master.

“Good girl, Kiku. Then I’d like if you don’t mind having a little fun with her. Don’t you think we haven’t in a while?” Zorojuro says, licking his lips and spreading his arms to call her to sit on his lap again.

“Oh! That’s a very fun price to pay, don’t you think beautiful samurai? You are as gorgeous as a flower, but fearless as a wild animal” she says, speaking about you, making you shiver as her compliments feel like an insult to her beauty.

You accept your faith, but, from everything you could have been asked to do these options is indeed the one you wouldn’t have anything against at. “I will pay my price, Kikunojo-sama, Zorojuro-sama”

The Ashura smirks, a red glimmering shine crossing his healthy eye. He takes Kiku’s mask off, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. Gorgeous facial features, worthy of an angel… even if the horns on her head were not part of her mask after all.

He kisses her neck, licking it up and down, making her to bite her red painted lips. His huge hands trace a path from her chest to her crotch and violently spreads her legs. Zoro makes her sit properly over his crotch so her legs can be spread as much as possible.

Her silky fabric covering lets you full vision of her nudity, and you discover she is just more special that you even thought. You bite your lower lip looking at Zoro devour her mouth, making your internal word aroused as hell.

“Kiku, baby. Let this whore suck you” he commands, whispering in her ear. She takes her hand to her lips, suppressing a playful giggle and winking her beautiful lashes at you.

You lick your lips, like a frothing animal, walking on all fours to reach for her hard, dripping sex. Moving the kimono away, you reveal all of her pudenda’s parts. You first lick the inner side of her thighs, you can sense the scent of her skin to be flowery but so definitely attractive, almost like a drug. What type of magical being is this woman?

Up and up, you go, until your fingers round her shaft. Pumping motions that start definitely slow and increase its speed is what you give her. She whines, whines that Zorojuro traps with his own mouth. He has slipped his hand down her chest and pinches her nipples making it for her true ecstasy.

“Suck it, samurai” Zoro orders, and you comply. Tasting her precum in your mouth, a salty wet delight on your tongue. Kisses over the tip of her sex, kisses and then your lips surrounding her whole length.

You suck with devotion, her kimono finally falling down to the sides, exposing her pale androgynous anatomy. Her hip bones protruding, the perfection of lean body parts, and the way that Ashura seems so devoted to her makes this look like a work of art to your eyes.

Zorojuro wants her to moan, to scream louder, so he uses his heavy hand to push your head, so her sex invades your throat deeper. The green haired Ashura tangles his calloused fingers on your hair, using you as a mere hole for her beloved lover to enjoy.

The sounds of your gags mix with the whimpers of Kikunojo, who is so ready to reach for climax at any minute. And as she does, your mouth fills with her sweet release, and it tastes better than any human’s one.

“Drink her blessing. All.” Zoro orders, while she keeps sprouting over Zoro’s lap. You do, showing him how nothing remains in your mouth, by sticking your tongue out. Earning Zoro’s pleased smile, he kisses her lover in the lips as a sign of love and congratulatory for being such a good girl.

She buries her head into Zoro’s neck, kissing his collar bones. “Thank you, master ~” she says, but what you thought was enough to cover your debt, is absolutely not. Zoro lifts her up, putting her next to him. He stands up, and finally takes her whole clothes off.

You look at him kneeling over the ground, a little agitated since the intrusion of Kiku’s sex on your throat left you airless several times. What would be his next order? In any case it doesn’t matter, his anatomical composition is enough for your eyes to say that you have experienced heaven.  His muscles move so harmoniously, so well trained, and big.

“Stand-up” he says, pulling you from your hair up. You obey and seeing how he unsheathes a purple katana your blood freezes. Closing your eyes you expect the worst, but instead a slight breeze kiss your naked skin. Your kimono ends up slayed in two by the edge of his sword, a sword that emanates an aura as strong as his own.

Completely naked you stand before them. But not for so long, Zoro pushes you back making you fall over a cushion cover zone behind you. You fall with your legs spread, showing them both your wet sex in all its glory.

“Kiku, wanna try baby?” he says, helping her to kneel in between your spread legs. “Yes, Master” she says, happily bringing her fleshy lips to your labia. The tip of her tongue touch your arousal, forming strings with it as she pulls her head back.

Zoro also kneels in between your legs, as Kiku moves a little to the side so there is room for both. They treat you as if you were a plate of delicious food, and certainly that’s what you are as both begin to devour you. Their tongues play with each other in between your folds. The sweet whimpers of Kiku and the grunts of Zorojuro could alone take you to heaven, but their oral action is for sure what’s dragging you to the sinful Avernus.

Your back arches, and it’s just a matter of little time for you to come, explosively. But there is more, my sweet darling, of course there is…

When Zoro gets tired of your taste, he knows it’s time to taste his lover. He stands up, leaving Kiku to enjoy your sex as he walks behind her. He pushes her waist just a little down, so her back entrance gets exposed all to him.

Kiku wiggles an invisible tail to him, making him drool for her. Spreading her hams, his tongue reach for her anus. Up and down, lubricating her for his intrusion, she moans in your sex, and you caress her silky blue hair with love.

She is quickly ready for Zoro, as he guides his sex into her. And even if being fucked by that man is enough for any person to become dumb she keeps eating you out, pinching one of your nipples as she does so.

You can’t help but scream even louder than them, orgasming, bathing Kiku’s beautiful face with your juices. “Mhh ~ Ah good girl! ~” she praises you, while her eyes get blank from Zoro’s violent thrusts inside her.

“My master, can we… both?” she asks, in between pants and whines. You still shiver from the past orgasm and enjoy kissing Kiku’s lips as she whines. “Sure, my sweet Oni, come on” Zoro says, pulling his dick out of her. You quickly understand what they meant, and even if your wild side is making you want it now, your reasonable side is a little worry they would break you in two.

“Come here” Zoro, brutally pulls you up like a doll. He pushes you against the shrine’s wall lifting your leg up so he can fuck you properly. “Let me see how tight you are” he says, guiding his long, hard shaft into you. He rams you so violently, you are left out of breath for a couple of seconds. He goes in and out, up and down, making you scream from pleasure.

Zorojuro tries you for some minutes, leaving you on the verge of a new orgasm with just a couple of his thrusts. “Uh… she is tight, but I think she is able to take both of us babe. Come here” he commands, talking about your already clenching walls.

The green haired demon separates you from the wall, allowing Kiku to fit in between it and your back. He stops for a couple of seconds to let her accommodate and guide her sex into you. As she begins to move, Zoro does too. You are sandwiched in between them, getting fucked so hard and stretching your insides so much.

They invite you to their kisses as the keep moving in and out of you, groans, moans, whines, and whimpers mixed. Panting, shivering, the smell of Zorojuro’s skin with hints of sweat and sake, the flowery scents of Kiku as she bites your shoulder, your tears of pure pleasure… Explosive orgasms, both demons filling you up, leaving you dripping with their seeds.

“Thank you for having fun with us, (Name). I have persuaded Zorojuro to let you go… You know, Ashuras are kinda jealous, so I told her I wanted to have more fun with you, and he decided to let you live as a human this time. It was great having you ~” Kiku whispers, kissing your cheek before you wake up again in the same old shrine than before.

Your katana rests on your side, but now it has tied around it the little red string that was holding that beautiful Oni’s hair up… 💖

[beauvibaby]

emergency contact — m.tkachuk

a/n: a random fic that I finally finished!!

word count: 2.4K

You groaned, the buzzing from your phone was stirring you from your sleep, it was nearly three am. No one would call you this early for no reason, so you suddenly came to your senses, scrambling to answer it. “Hello, hello.” You rushed, hardly getting to it in time. “Is this Y/F/N?” The lady’s voice came across delicately which only caused your heart rate to pick up. “Yes.” You sat up in the bed, flipping your lamp on as she began speaking across the line. “My name is Diane, I’m calling from St. Alexius Hospital, your brother, Matthew has been brought in from a car accident, you were listed as his emergency contact.” She explained, you flew out of the bed, “is he ok?” You were rushing around, pulling on whatever clean clothes you could find first. “He’ll be fine, I’m not at liberty to discuss the details over the phone.” She spoke calmly, you nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see you. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You quickly hung up, yanking your jeans on in a rush, you forced any nervous thoughts to the back of your mind. He would be fine, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself, he was the only family you had left, he had to be fine.

Your feet carried you into the hospital emergency room before your mind could catch up, you reached the counter and blankly stared for a moment, you read her name tag, Diane. “I’m Y/F/N, I’m here to see-” “Ah, yes, for Matthew?” She cut you off, flipping through the papers on her desk. “Room 113.” She pointed you down the hall, and you were off, speed walking down the hall, your shoes sounding loud against the linoleum floor in the early morning. 109, 110, 111, 112, you froze outside of his room, clearly it couldn’t have been that bad if he was alone. You heard a groan from inside the room and you came to your senses, you pushed the curtain aside, “Matthew.” You whispered, and then looked up, the stranger in the bed looking at you with raised eyebrows. “You’re not my brother.” You gasped, and then realized you were standing in his room still, “I’m so sorry, uh, feel better.” You saw the cast on his arm and a bruise forming just under his eyes. “I’m not complaining.” He mumbled with a lazy smile, it captivated you, the way his blue eyes lit up as you smiled back at him. “But no I’m not, my name is Matthew though.” He muttered, coughing lightly, reaching for the water, it was just out of his reach so you walked over and handed it to him. “Here you go.” You whispered, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the cup, “I have to go, I-I’m here to see my brother.” You gave him a smile, going to rush out of the room but as you turned, Diane came running in, out of breath.

“There was a mix up, I’m so sorry.” She rushed, Matthew looking between you and her, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Is my brother even here?!” You snapped, relieved but angry at the same time. She shook her head and you scrambled to pull your phone out of your pocket, dialing your brother’s number. You bounced on your feet as it rang and rang, “Y/N? Why are you calling so late?” He grumbled into the phone, “Matthew!” You cried in relief, “you’re ok?” You asked, “of course I’m ok, why wouldn’t I be?” He sounded confused, “nothing, uh, it’s a long story, I’ll call you later.” You hung up, arms crossed as you glared at Diane. “Miss Y/L/N, I am so sorry.” She apologized again, you could only nod weakly. “I’m so sorry, uh, Matthew.” You turned to the guy in the bed, he had to be right around your age. “I really hope you feel better.” And with that, you rushed out the door, over run by the emotions you just went through.

That was almost a week ago.

Five days if we’re being specific.

“Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I let you drive.” You tuned into the conversation a girl was having with what you could only assume is her brother from the way she spoke to him. You kept your eyes focused down on the cup of coffee and laptop before you, but your ears perked up. “That’s why she isn’t going to find out, right Taryn?” He quipped back at her, you couldn’t fully place it but his voice had an oddly familiar tone. Not one that you knew well, but as if you had heard it before. You continued typing away on your laptop, forcing yourself to stop eavesdropping on their conversation, a message came up on your screen and you became so engrossed in it that you didn’t even notice as Matthew walked past your table with a small gasp, dragging his sister along.

“That’s her!” He whispered to his sister, who only looked at him confused, “that’s the girl from the hospital.” He groaned, running a hand through his curly hair. Only making it look messier. Taryn glanced at you, and at him, then back and forth once more. “You couldn’t pull her.” She teased him, earning a light flick to the arm from him. “I totally could!” He defended, panicking when your head popped up, you glanced around but didn’t notice him. “Well aren’t you going to go say something?” Taryn nudged him, taking his coffee from his not broken arm, and setting it down beside hers on the table. “What am I going to say? ‘Oh hey, not sure if you remember me but you barged into my hospital room last week because you thought I was your brother’? That’s not going to work.” He rambled, too caught up in his own words to notice his sister walking towards you until it was too late. She simply sat across from you, making your body jump back.

“Uh, hello?” You spoke hesitantly, sliding your laptop closer to you, eyeing the random girl skeptically. “Hi, my name is Taryn, I think you met my brother, Matthew over there, in the hospital last week?” She smiled politely at you, pointing to the corner of the cafe were you turned and saw Matthew looking over with wide eyes and pink cheeks, he offered a small wave, wincing when he used the arm in a cast. You giggled under your breath, waving back, “I did.” You confirmed, “I’m Y/N.” You added, turning back to Taryn, “well you see, he hasn’t really shut up about you since then, he thinks you’re really pretty, so I figured I’d come try and help him have a chance to talk to you.” She explained with a grin, occasionally glancing at her brother, who you could only assume had turned more red. “I’d love to talk to him.” You assured her, slowly closing your laptop, holding back a large smile when she grinned, rushing off, you heard them bickering before Matthew approached, awkwardly sitting where his sister just was. “Hi.” He hadn’t struck you as one to be shy when you first met him, “hi.” You repeated, leaning back in your seat. “How’s the arm?” You teased, glancing down to his cast. “It’s getting there.” He shrugged, looking up and meeting your eyes. “I’m really glad they called you.” He added, ah, there’s the confidence you were looking for. You rested your elbows on the table, holding your chin lightly in your hand, “are you?” You cocked your head to the side, smiling as he blushed.

“I am.” He confirmed, placing his phone up on the table, “so why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll take you out to dinner.” He spoke softly, a small hint of nervousness to his voice. “You know, as payment for emotional trauma at the very least.” He joked, earning a genuine laugh from you. “I think that sounds fair.” You picked up his phone, adding yourself to his contacts. “Good thing I’m the only Y/N you know.” You handed him his phone, smiling as his fingers brushed yours, it sounded cliche, and you hated to even think it, but even the simple touch sent your heart into a frenzy. “Mhm, good thing.” He agreed, staying seated, “you know, if we kept talking this could almost be like a first date.” He raised an eyebrow, you noticed the small smirk on his lips. “I think I can spare some time.” You smiled sweetly at him, diving into conversation. You both covered a lot of things, from work, which caught you off guard for sure when you heard what he does, to family, all the way down to embarrassing childhood stories.

“Alright, I’ve waited as long as I can wait, Matty, we need to go.” Taryn interrupted, looking down at her brother from where he was still sitting, you checked the time on your phone and you were embarrassed to see it had been nearly two hours. “Oh my god, Taryn, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, Matthew smiling at the interaction as his sister brushed it off. “It’s fine.” She turned back to him, who was lost in his happiness, “so, Matty.” You teased, gathering your things, “I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” You stood up, pushing your purse onto your shoulder, he followed, standing in front of you, he ducked down to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’ll definitely be hearing from me.” He smirked, walking off with his sister while you blushed furiously, he glanced back and you shot him a wink, you two were made for each other.

“So, tomorrow?”

You giggled at your phone as you walked to your car, already getting a message from him. You bit your lip as you smiled, typing a quick response to leave him on his toes while you drive home.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

You put your phone on silent to avoid getting distracted while you drove, but you could tell it vibrated a couple of times on the seat. It felt like forever until you got home, but once you did, you and Matthew texted the rest of the day, setting up plans for you both to meet at a restaurant not too far from your house the next day.

You were a little nervous, just because first dates were always nerve wracking, but otherwise you were calm, you knew you’d have a good time. You smoothed out your pants, looking down at the printed material, you adjusted your tucked in lace camisole, tugging your cardigan on over top, a chic yet comfortable outfit, paired with some heeled boots. Your hair falling down your back in loose curls, you gave yourself one last adjustment before you made your way out the door, hoping you wouldn’t be too early, you wouldn’t want to ruin his manly pride.

You were excitedly surprised when you arrived and Matthew was already standing outside the restaurant waiting for you. “Hi, Matthew.” You called as you climbed out of your car, his head snapped up, a grin covering his face as a couple of his curls bouncing in front of his eyes. “Hey. You look great.” He met you in front of your car, his jacket hanging off on one side because of his cast. “Clean up nice yourself.” You replied with ease, “how’s your arm?” You added, lightly touching it where he had scribbled on it. A chuckle falling from your lips at the stick figure he’d left on it. “Better now.” He smirked, earning a snort in return, your hand shooting to your mouth. “Oh my god.” He broke into laughter, using his good arm to move your hand from your face, “that was equally cute and funny.”

“I’m glad you thought so.” You breathed out, giggling as he led you inside.

***

“Oh, Matty. She’s lovely, I’m so happy for you.” Chantal grinned, looking at the ring he had picked out for you. You’d been together for just over a year, you both fell quick and hard, you moving to Calgary with him halfway through the season. “Thanks mom.” He sighed in relief, it was the last few weeks of the off season, and it was a no brainer for you both to come back to St. Louis for the summer to see your families.

What you didn’t know, is that he ended up holding onto that ring for almost a year before asking you to marry him, two years to the day when you ran into his hospital room.

***

“Matty, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly as you walked into the living room after your shower, in frumpy pajamas and a wet messy bun. You looked at the candles that were scattered around, and him in a pregame suit, despite there being no game tonight. “You can’t cry when I haven’t even said anything yet.” He whispered as you approached him in shock, he pulled the velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Matthew.” You gasped, cupping his bearded jaw, he wiped under your eyes lightly, “Y/N.” He murmured, lightly kissing your forehead before getting down on one knee.

“As much as I hate how that mix up in the hospital scared you that night, I’m so grateful for it, you were right in front of me that whole time in St. Louis, but I wouldn’t have met you if it wasn’t for that.” He explained, popping the box open, you started nodding instantly, “ask me.” You begged. “Will you marry me?” He cut straight to it, grinning when you dropped down on your knees in front of him. You nodded furiously, holding his face in your hands, “yes. Oh my god, yes.” You pulled him in for a kiss, squealing in delight when he yanked you closer, “Mrs. Tkachuk sounds nice, doesn't it?”

***

You leaned in the doorway to your son's room, smiling as Matthew theatrically recalled your meeting story, your son, who was only four, looking up at his dad like he just told him how the earth spins. You giggled, making your presence known, you joined them on the floor, draping your legs over your husband’s lap, your son climbing onto yours, hugging you tightly as you played with his curly hair. “Is daddy telling your favorite story again?” You asked him, smiling when he nodded enthusiastically, “I really like that story too.” You told him, feeling Matthew squeeze your hip as your son giggled.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Based on your head canon that Edward is a repressed homosexual riddled with internalized homophobia, how do you think Edward would react to Bella if she was a boy? I read your answer on the "if Caius switched places with Bella" question and I wanted to know if you think it'd be the same reaction with any guy.

I’d say it depends how much cis teenage boy Beauford is channeling.

I always picture Caius... not necessarily as screaming testosterone (but yes) but one of those unmistakably masculine guys. He’s not an intellectual, not a dude bro either like Emmett, but this guy is tough as nails and very... manly. It’s hard for me to picture a non Mycenaean warlord vampire Caius, i.e. the human Caius from the last ask, but I imagine, as before, the arts bore him and while not a football star he’s not an intellectual either.

Edward likes a few things about Bella. He likes her smell, her empty mind, her delicate frailty and feminine aesthetic, and what he can project onto her. What he chooses to project onto her is very telling.

She’s a gentle intellectual, well-read in mostly the classics, who has the disposition of a Madonna and is in desperate need of Edward’s protection from spiders and meteors.

By comparison, even before Bella became Bella to him, he finds most of the teenage boys in the school crass and beneath him. He also finds the girls vapid, gossipy, shrews but that’s a different story.

Point being, if Beauford’s a jock, if he thinks fart jokes are funny, or even if he plays a little too much Minecraft, Edward’s not going to be interested.

Edward has to be able to project a quiet intellectual onto Beauford the way he does Bella. Someone, perhaps, who is a little too sensitive to fit in with the bros. A gentle sort of man who is oddly like Carlisle, but even more so. He also can’t be too interested in women, as then he’d be just another Mike Newton. He also can’t be too blatantly interested in men because then Edward’s homophobia comes into play.

This was much the same with Bella, where part of her draw for Edward was that Edward imagined Bella was much too good for him and not attracted in the least. (He hopes, desperately, then is amazed, that Bella finds him hot. Meanwhile he loathes Jessica Stanley for lusting after him when Bella secretly does th esame damn thing.)

I also imagine that Beauford has to be a similar sort of frail pretty if only because Edward also has this protector and general inferiority complex. Edward’s the skinniest of the Cullen men and is very sensitive about this, as we see with Bella, he desperately wants to have a leg up on his partner and be the protector in the relationship. Edward would not do well with Rosalie, a woman who could carry his bleeding human carcass down a mountain.

So, let’s say Beauford checks all these boxes, which he very well might.

I imagine what we get is a very close “friendship” that’s actually really really really gay. Basically, it’s Bella and Alice’s Homoerotic Friendship II: The Quickening. And beautifully, just like canon, neither Edward nor Beauford realize they’re gay despite being in a committed relationship.

Edward takes Beauford to the meadow where he blissfully lays his chest across Beauford’s beating heart. Edward eats Beauford’s tear to keep him with him always. They do intellectual things like watch Romeo and Juliet together where Edward remarks he envies the ease with which Romeo can kill himself. After the James’ incident, Edward helps Beauford shower, then later draws erotic art that he claims isn’t erotic of Beauford in the shower. Edward openly remarks all the time that he plans to spend the rest of Beauford’s life watching him from the shadows as he marries some beautiful woman and has beautiful children. Beauford is his soulmate, an intellectual peer the likes of which the world has never seen, in a completely platonic way of course.

Carlisle remarks that he’s so glad Edward has finally found someone, Edward gives him this scandalized look. Ye gods, Carlisle, not like that! Wherever did you get such an idea? Carlisle quietly tries not think of the decades he spent in Volterra with ancient Greeks. It’s best Edward not know about that

All of Rosalie’s suspicions regarding Edward’s sexuality are confirmed, but she’s actually nicer than Edward makes her out to be, so she says nothing. She thinks it though, and Edward hates her for that.

Jasper’s just very confused and has to keep asking if Edward and Beauford have admitted this is all very romantic yet. The answer’s always no.

However, as Beauford can’t get pregnant and thus force the vampire issue, Edward likely doesn’t turn him and eventually devours him as he would have eventually devoured Bella.