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[okamirayne]

Hi Rayne~ I was hoping you could expand on the Naruto homophobic thing you've mentioned a few times in your ask.

In universe, in my opinion, KISHIMOTO is so bad at writing female characters he literally cannot let the women in his universe be full fledged people maybe outside of Tusande and Temari. On top of that he doesn't seem to realize that Naruto's fixation on Sasuke could even be read as romantic and vice versa-add the bonus that the way he makes Naruto and Sasuke behave towards their 'soulmates' not have the same intensity or (imo perceived) depths as the fixation/emotions they have on each other lol it's always been hard for me to get behind naruhina and sasusku outside of heartbreak.

Just to be clear, I also recognize that this isn't Kishimotos intent at all lol he's just a misogynist and his own homophobic humour deeps out into Naruto the character. Even separating Kishinoto the author fromm all it, and reading Naruto as just the character in his own universe, I was Always sort of ??? About my reading his (to me) obvious romantic fixation on Haku and then Sasuke, mixed with his homophobia? It really set off a !!! Going through your blog again, and seeing you even mention it in an ask. I think tis just because 'fandom' in general gets very personal/defensive about their characters or can't seem to hold the idea that authors own shit seeps in/but it can also remain separate from your reading of the story internally. I've also never read/heard another person even allude ro Naruto being read as homophobic, something I've always thought interesting about the character himself (not necessarily why Kishinoto would write that way as a joke y'know?).

Idk if this made sense! But love you! Love the series as always!!!

Hi there Anon! 💜Thanks for your message and I hope my response finds you in good spirits as we step into 2025.

I was hoping you could expand on the Naruto homophobic thing you've mentioned a few times in your ask.

I shall endeavour, my dear! I might need you to clarify what specifically you're curious for me to expand on regarding this topic.

You mentioned how you felt Kishimoto's portrayal of women left a lot to be desired. Ha, yes, I agree with you. Very poor execution with a lot of them (Ino, Sakura, Hinata, Anko, Kurenai etc). I felt especially sad for Ino and Kurenai's characters. I agree that Tsunade and Temari showed a bit more promise.

Now, I respect that Kishimoto has admitted he struggles with the romantic element of his storytelling, and in his defense, his wheelhouse is shōnen manga, originally geared towards young boys, so I gotta give the guy some grace here. I wonder if he imagined he'd garner a load of fangirls as part of the Naruto following! Pretty awesome when you consider the vast and diverse reach it had. Fleshing out the romance and playing 'fix it fic' is what we fans do, right? 😉

[...] he doesn't seem to realize that Naruto's fixation on Sasuke could even be read as romantic and vice versa-add the bonus that the way he makes Naruto and Sasuke behave towards their 'soulmates' not have the same intensity or (imo perceived) depths as the fixation/emotions they have on each other lol it's always been hard for me to get behind naruhina and sasusku outside of heartbreak.

Totally agree with you regarding how NaruHina and SasuSaku fail, respectively, to hold a candle to the NaruSasu/SasuNaru dynamic. It pales by comparison and IMHO it weakens Hinata and Sakura considerably. Arguably, the true soulmate dynamic is clearly the one that exists between Naruto and Sasuke, which I'm assuming Kishimoto meant to be platonic. Now, I might be wrong, but I think Kishimoto is quite savvy to the notion of NaruSasu/SasuNaru. I don't believe this is lost on him (he'd have to be completely ignorant to a large percentage of his fanbase). I reckon an argument could be made for a fair bit of queer-baiting when it comes to Naruto and Sasuke, which is both clever and possibly cruel to the diehard shippers 😅. I mean...come on...

Kishimoto could be said to be capitalising on it - and fair play to him. Creating fodder for the yaoi fans without isolating his predominant shōnen fanbase at that time. It worked.

Just to be clear, I also recognize that this isn't Kishimotos intent at all lol he's just a misogynist and his own homophobic humour deeps out into Naruto the character.

Gotcha. What you mentioned about homophobic humour is a fair point. Yep, that plays out in the series. And yes, that plays out in Naruto's character too.

Now, whether that's a product of Kishimoto's personal views, the character's views, the author's/character's cultural values/attitudes, also the time in which Naruto was written (late 90s, early 2000s), or maybe a combination of all of those factors, is open for discussion or clarification from the author himself. I'm sure there are other readers who have way more insight into Kishimoto's personal views than me, so I can't offer much there. My present understanding is that in the late '90s and early 2000s (around the time of Naruto's debut), Japan's view on homosexuality was still progressing, with a mix of traditional with limited awareness and still some social stigma. Kind of struck me that there wasn't a super strong aversion (I might be way off base here), but not wholesale acceptance either. I guess this is why homosexuality is often portrayed in a comical/comedic way, such as in Naruto?

Even separating Kishinoto the author fromm all it, and reading Naruto as just the character in his own universe, I was Always sort of ??? About my reading his (to me) obvious romantic fixation on Haku and then Sasuke, mixed with his homophobia? It really set off a !!!

Thanks for clarifying for me here, Anon! Playing devil's advocate for the canon Naruto, my take is that Naruto believed Haku was a girl, so naturally any romantic feelings or impressions tanked when he realised Haku was in fact a male. As for Naruto's fixation with Sasuke, regardless of how I might personally perceive it (and of course I take fangirl liberty here, unapologetically and with my own interpretation to back it up lol), it would seem to be platonic. Deep and intense and platonic. Like you, I may interpret it as having massive potential for romantic fixation, but in the canon world, that's not the case - so technically (again, playing devil's advocate here), Naruto's apparent homophobia can very much co-exist with his profound bond with Sasuke. Again, this is why fanfiction exists. We get to rearrange the furniture in our headcanons lol. All that said, I do find it hilarious how Naruto reacts so ridiculously to any perceived notion of homoeroticism (it begs 'the lady doth protest too much' 🤭). It also makes it feel divinely just that his first (and second) kiss was with Sasuke.

I give Kishimoto props for that!

Going through your blog again, and seeing you even mention it in an ask. I think tis just because 'fandom' in general gets very personal/defensive about their characters or can't seem to hold the idea that authors own shit seeps in/but it can also remain separate from your reading of the story internally.

Yes, I hear you. Fandoms can contain large percentages of fans who get extremely defensive/obsessive of the characters and their portrayals (sometimes to insane degrees). True, an author's own crap can definitely leak into a character portrayal. The reverse is also true. Just because an author writes a homophobic character, doesn't mean the author holds that view/perspective/belief. In all fairness, it's hard to determine unless one knows the author. My knowledge of Kishimoto is limited, so you may have more insight regarding his personal views. Yes, I salute you on the point about being able to read/experience a story/character independent of the writer. Best way to do it.

I've also never read/heard another person even allude ro Naruto being read as homophobic, something I've always thought interesting about the character himself (not necessarily why Kishinoto would write that way as a joke y'know?).

Ah, really? That's interesting, Anon. I don't consider the series explicitly homophobic and certainly wouldn't intentionally read it that way, but I couldn't ignore the occassional evidence to support Naruto's reactiveness to the concept - or other characters! There are other comedic allusions, including between Izumo and Kotetsu:

Regarding Naruto's character, I haven't kept up with the Boruto series and have no idea whether any of this has changed during Naruto's continued arc. Others would have to weigh in here.

In the BtB-verse, specifically in HHU, Naruto's journey with his feelings for Sasuke would be the closest I've come to writing any kind of internal struggle regarding sexuality in the BtB-verse.

Idk if this made sense! But love you! Love the series as always!!

Aw! Feel the love! 🥰Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, Anon! I love enaging with readers this way, and find it fascinating what interests them or compels them regarding the fandom. I'm sorry if I haven't answered your ASK properly and failed to expand on what you meant. This might've escaped me, so feel free to clarify if I totally missed the mark.

Big love and appreciation coming at you, my dear! Wishing you all good things for 2025. 💜🫶🏼💜

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[shoot1ngst4r]

mr. “murder is okay but disrespecting your wife isn’t” boothill

[milexa2000]

Me waiting for more Mike Schmidt fanfics to come like:

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han sooyounggg

[hipsternumbertwo]

Some things never change 🤞

[miss-jaye]

monoma hasn’t let go of you since you showed him the sundress you’re wearing.

“neito? honey, i gotta change…” you said with a nervous laugh, trying to gently pry his arms off you. but he just shook his head, his grip tightening slightly. “no.”

you sighed. “what do you mean, no?” you asked, your voice tinged with exasperation. he looked up at you, his face completely blank, but his eyes held a stubborn glint. “no.”

you groaned, letting your head fall back against the arm of the couch where you’d been trapped for the past two hours. “baby, please,” you pleaded, your voice softening as you tried to coax him. you wanted nothing more than to slip into something comfortable and start on dinner.

“let me appreciate you for one more hour,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, savoring every second of having you so close.

“nooo…!” you huffed, feeling your patience wearing thin. “you already did that for two hours, neito.” he just shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. “i can do it for another,” he teased, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“neito!” you whined, but there was no real heat behind it. despite your protests, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was being, even if it was a little over the top.

he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. “you’re nothing less than perfect, my dear,” monoma said, his voice filled with so much sincerity that it made your heart skip a beat.

“neito,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you searched for the right response. but what could you say when he looked at you like that, as if you were the only thing that mattered?

he smiled softly, sensing your shift in mood. “just stay here with me a little longer,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing circles on your arm. “dinner can wait.”

you sighed in defeat, “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“maybe,” your husband chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “but i’m not letting go. not yet.”

you couldn’t help but smile. what was one more hour?

“fine,” you gave in with a soft laugh. “but after this, you’re helping me with dinner.”

“deal,” he agreed easily, clearly pleased that you gave in.

after a while, you felt his breathing slow, his body relaxing more against yours. “neito?” you whispered, glancing down to find his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

“just resting my eyes,” he mumbled, though the way he clung to you told a different story.

you smiled fondly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “i love you, you know that?”

monoma's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a sleepy smile. “i love you too. more than anything.”

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[yayakoishii]

Want | Sanji x Chubby! Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Chubby! Reader

WC: 5.5k

Genre: Fluff, slight Angst

Warnings: Sexual harrasment, derogatory terms for chubby people, mentions of blood, insecurities that lead to a bit of light self derogation (Please remember you're absolutely beautiful as you are <3)

A/n: The response on Hunger is insane. Over 700 likes?! I didn't expect much beyond a few 10-20 likes, thank you for all the love 😭 This is another self indulgent fic, more personal to me because I'm chubby myself so... I'm not super proud of the pacing tbh, but it's still pretty good, in my (biased) opinion, haha. I hope you enjoy it!!! ♡

also available on ao3!

When you joined the Straw Hat crew, you didn't expect to fall in love with the blonde chef.

Actually, when you joined them, you weren't in the mindset to think about love and silly crushes. Your island had been destroyed by the Marines for a 'good cause' and despite the Straw Hats' best attempt, you were the only remaining survivor. Luffy kindly offered you a place on his crew, and you joined as an assistant to Chopper, slowly learning from him.

The first few weeks after you joined were tough for you, who had never travelled outside of your island. It took time to get used to the environmental changes along with the emotional grief of losing all your loved ones. The crew tried their best to cheer you up in their own ways, and you would forever be grateful for every one of them for at least trying, even if their methods weren't the most effective for you. It was the thought and the sentiment behind it that counted.

But what did work for you was… food. Ever since you were a child, you had loved food and it was the way you connected to life. Though you were not the greatest cook out there, you were capable of making things that were edible and quite good at times. On the ship though, you never had to cook, because Sanji would always do all the cooking. Whenever you offered to help, to take your mind off the pain you were feeling, he would kindly decline, saying that he would make you whatever you wanted.

But he couldn't. The dishes from your island were not recipes known quite to the rest of the world. Hell, even you didn't know all of them, save for some of your favourite foods that you had learnt from your mother. So you snuck in after dinner and made a dish from your hometown. It wasn't the best food you ever cooked, but it still meant something to you, because you were reminded of home.

You wrote down all the recipes you knew into a book, and kept it close. Whenever you missed your home, you would sneak into the kitchen at night and make yourself something with your wonky cooking skills that made the dish taste different every time. Still, the familiarity was enough to comfort you and let you wallow in the grief at the same time.

Until one day, you couldn't find your book.

"Nami?" You called unsurely to the navigator, who was lying on the deck under shade next to Robin. Behind them, Sanji was serving drinks. The three looked at you in question and suddenly under the scrutiny, your confidence faltered. "Um, uh.. d- did you see a journal somewhere? I can't find mine…"

"The brown one?" She asked, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. You nodded frantically, hoping she knew. "I don't think I did. Did you check under your bed?"

"I did," you whispered, feeling the sadness wash over you again. It's not like you didn't still remember the recipes, but your memory wasn't the best. Without the book, it would be hard to remember them all.

"Don't worry, we'll find it," Nami got up and reassured you, looking concerned. "Sanji. Robin."

The two of them nodded along and then the four of you were searching for it everywhere, until Sanji had to excuse himself apologetically because he had to go cook lunch. You could only nod, trying not to get down in the dumps again over a book, but it felt a little hopeless. Until you heard Sanji shout from the kitchen. The three of you ran over to find him scolding Luffy, your journal in his hand.

"I just wanted to see what was in it!" Luffy pouted, his rubbery hands swinging around to try and get it back.

"That's an invasion of privacy, Luffy!" Sanji looked angry, but you were too relieved about the fact that you had found the book to get upset with Luffy.

"It's okay," you said, reaching forward to get the book. "It's just… recipes, Luffy. From my hometown."

There was silence in the kitchen for a few seconds and Luffy's face dropped into a serious look.

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought… If I knew how to help you, you'd be happier."

It made you laugh softly, your heart warm at his kind intentions.

"Thank you, Captain," you smiled at him, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I am happy here. I just… miss my home, sometimes."

He wrapped you into a hug and Nami ruffled your hair a little. You smiled under the attention, holding the book close. Sanji for once was quiet, just staring at the book thoughtfully, though you didn't notice it then.

A few days after that event, Sanji called you to the kitchen before lunchtime. Curiously, you followed him to find… a plate of your favourite dish from your hometown. It was plated beautifully, making it look fancy and yet it still had that homey feeling to it. Sanji didn't say a word, just held out the chair for you to sit. You sat down in a daze, too focused on the smell of it lingering in the room.

It smelled like home.

And when you tasted it, you burst into tears. Because it tasted like home. It tasted exactly like your mom's. All the tears you had held back to not worry the crew were now spilling out without any end but you didn't care. Here, where only Sanji could see you, you let it all out. He didn't say anything, just placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezed to let you know he's there for you. You turned around to face him, but the tears made it all blurry. Knocking your head against his stomach, you cried harder.

Sanji just held your head, carding fingers through your hair in comfort, offering you a handkerchief. That, you realised later, was the moment your feelings for Sanji began.

✿

After that day, you became a lot happier. Somehow, without words, just eating the food that Sanji made was enough to heal your broken heart bit by bit. Sometimes, he made extra because Luffy was curious and wanted to taste it too; and then the whole crew wanted it so Sanji made a few of your dishes for dinner. In that moment, surrounded by the smell of home, around your new family, your heart finally started healing.

You started noticing Sanji everywhere after you got used to life on the Thousand Sunny. From the small things he does, to the loud expressions of love he made, everything about him seemed wonderful and warm to you. Because you knew that beneath his overt affections for all the ladies, he was an infinitely kind, caring and observant person. How were you supposed to not fall for him, when he went above and beyond for you?

And yet, for all his admissions of love, you never believed that he could truly like you back like you felt for him. You were after all, not the prettiest girl around and you knew that. You were not slim like Nami or Robin, and it's not like you absolutely hated your soft and squishy body. But you wondered if Sanji would like you even though you weren't pretty.

All that self consciousness went out the window every time you were in his presence. He never made you feel less, or ugly– in fact, the way he spoke to you always left you a blushing mess. He made you feel special, and in the moment, it would be enough. Until you saw him fawning over Nami or Robin, and then the sneaky voice in your brain would whisper quiet thoughts comparing you to them. You had no chance with him, and you knew that.

And that was fine. You could live with that, couldn't you? You had to, because wanting more than you should never ended well. All it would leave behind is rejection, hurt and awkwardness. So you pressed down the feelings and acted as normally as you could.

The moment you realised that you loved Sanji was probably a memory you would never forget. Although it was unforgettable for you, it probably wasn't particularly that unique to others. That didn't matter to you because it was a memory you cherished ultimately.

It happened when the ship docked on a peaceful little island. Everyone else was going out to enjoy their time, and you wanted to spend that time with Sanji. So, casually, you made your request.

"Sanji?" Your timid utterance of his name got an instant reaction from the chef, who straightened up and looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

"Yes, (y/n)-chan?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Um, you're gonna go grocery shopping, right?" You had seen Nami complaining while handing him the money for the shopping.

"That's right," he leaned closer, almost too close but not quite into your personal bubble. Still, the proximity was enough for you to smell the mild smell of his perfume that left you a little weak in the knees. "Did you want me to get something for you, sweetheart?"

"I just," you hesitated, suddenly scared that he might realise your feelings and get disgusted. No, Sanji wasn't like that, you had to remind yourself. He would never treat you unkindly, even if he knew your feelings. "I heard you always do it alone. I thought you might enjoy some company?"

The hearts in Sanji's eyes disappeared as he stared at you like you were speaking gibberish for a few seconds. Under the intensity of that stare, you fidgeted and waited for his response.

"You're too kind, (y/n)-chan!" He finally cried, holding up your hands in his own bigger and colder ones. You flushed at the action, stammering out an actual gibberish response this time before you were whisked away by the blonde chef to town.

It felt all too much like a date to you, when you walked next to him. Sanji somehow made grocery shopping fun, or maybe that was just because of how much you liked him that anything with him was enjoyable? It didn't matter, you decided, because whichever it was, you couldn't deny that Sanji was equivalent to the sun on a cold day.

He enthusiastically showed you around, as if you were a tourist and he were a guide (when in fact, it was the first time in this town for both of you) causing you to giggle. Whenever you stopped to buy things, he would humour your curious questions on how to pick which vegetable and what cuts of which meat are the best. It felt awfully like a domestic date, one that made you smile when you imagined doing this with Sanji years down the line every week.

"And that's the last of it!" Sanji said happily, picking up the last bag. He was holding all the bags since the start, despite your insistence and now you were anxious, seeing him hold so many bags in his hands.

"Sanji, let me hold a few," you tried again, hands reaching out to take some of them. But Sanji just turned around so you couldn't reach the bags and grinned down at you.

"Nonsense, how could I let such a delicate lady hold such heavy bags?" His words made you flush in embarrassment. You were not delicate in any sense; surely, Sanji knew that too. And in spite of all his sincerity, the word just felt like it was mocking you.

"I'm… not…," you struggled to say, not wanting to argue but unable to keep it in either. With your chubby frame, no one had ever considered you as delicate.

"Let me do this for you, my love," Sanji's voice was soft and infinitely gentle, as if he was indeed holding something fragile in his hands. "I wouldn't feel good letting you carry anything when I'm more than capable."

"But Sanji!" you lightly whined, wringing your hands. "I don't feel good letting you carry all the burden either! Come on, just a few bags?"

Before Sanji could respond, you heard a scared squeak. Your brows furrowed and you looked around the marketplace, finding a man cornering a girl a few feet behind Sanji. She seemed uncomfortable and he was all in her personal space, saying something in a rough, sleazy voice that gave you shivers.

You were not a fighter, but the instinct to protect her overtook the rational part of your brain and you crossed the distance to where they were. Pushing him back, you stood in front of the girl to block her from him.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable?" You said coldly. "Back off."

The man took an involuntary step back until his eyes fell on you. He reeked of alcohol and smoke and you felt like puking from the putrid stench coming off him but you held it together, trying to come off as more confident than you felt. His eyes roamed over your body shamelessly, and you felt dirty and uncomfortable from the action.

"Don't get in our business, fatty," he grinned, the smell of alcohol doubling the moment he opened his mouth. "Are you jealous that no one will ever give you the attention she's getting?"

The words stabbed you in the gut, even though you knew rationally that you were better off without the bad attention. That was the one perk of being conventionally average in looks– no one really looked at you, in good ways or bad. Or maybe you had just been lucky so far. But hearing him call you that, saying those words, even from someone like him, it hurt a small part of you. Before you could respond, a leg in black slacks came up and kicked the man down with such a force that everybody around paused, shocked by the sudden action.

Even you stepped back automatically, gasping when you saw that it was Sanji, still balancing all the bags perfectly while he had roundhouse kicked the man into the ground with so much force that you could see his teeth had become bloody and he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

"(Y/n)-chan doesn't need the attention of sewer rats like you," he said calmly, straightening back into position smoothly. "Her beauty only deserves the best of the best."

The sight of Sanji saying that with a calm face, his hair slightly tousled, his hands balancing the bags and his leg muscles rippling under the slacks – that image was imprinted in your heart and brain for the rest of your life. The words sent you into a shock, but when they finally processed, you couldn't deny the overwhelming realisation that crashed into you.

You love Sanji.

It wasn't just a silly crush, or something that could go away if you gave it time. The chef had unknowingly carved himself a place into your heart. He was taking over it, chamber by chamber.

"Sanji…" The word came out as a whisper, inaudible under the din of the market as people were talking about what was going on. You snapped out of it when you felt the girl behind you shuffle and you immediately squashed your thoughts down to examine them later. You turned around and asked her, "Are you okay?"

She looked very alarmed and upset, but she still shot you a grateful smile as she murmured, "Yes, thanks to you two."

"He didn't hurt you?" You asked, hands hovering over her as you looked to ensure if she was safe. A peek of crimson caught your eye when she raised her hand to rub her face. Her elbows had scraped against the rough brick wall in his tousling. "You have some scratches!"

"Oh," she turned her arms to look at the wounds, now feeling the burn after the adrenaline and fear response was receding.

"Come on, I'll treat it for you," you offered, opening your sling bag which had some emergency first aid. You usually carried it around for the members when you were off the ship, knowing that they were all too reckless to give a second thought to any wounds.

"Oh, no, no, I couldn't trouble you more!" She said, mortified but you gently shook your head, offering her a hand.

"It's no trouble," you reassured her. It took a little bit of convincing but she eventually calmed down and let you clean up the wound before you parted. Finally, you allowed yourself to look at Sanji, who immediately schooled his features so you wouldn't see the warm adoring look he was giving you the whole time. "Sanji… Are you okay too? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"Do you think I'm that weak, sweetheart?" He smiled teasingly, but you felt the need to defend yourself.

"I know you are strong," you insisted, worrying your lower lip as you tried to look him straight in the eyes but kept getting flustered. "But even strong people get wounds. Just because they are strong, doesn't mean that they don't feel the pain. So tell me honestly, Sanji. Are you hurt anywhere?'

"No," he promised. "But if you're that worried, I'll let you check me all out back on the ship."

He ended that with a wink, and this time, you couldn't hold back the flush threatening to overtake your face again. Sanji couldn't help making the mood light again, but he had no idea of the effect his words had on you.

"Stupid," you weakly pawed at his arm, walking away before he could say anything. The blonde chef just laughed and followed you, face once again soft and fond as he watched you.

✿

Sanji may have been one of the only people onboard who was oblivious to your feelings, because a few of them did figure it out after watching the way you interacted with him. The first ones to realise were Nami and Robin, who called you out on it when the three of you were lying under the shade on the sunny deck.

"Really?" Nami had scrunched her nose, eyes critically analysing Sanji as he walked (danced, really) back to the kitchens after serving drinks to the three of you.

"Really what?" You asked, too busy sipping the cool drink to notice that she had noticed the way you had warmly thanked Sanji and given him a bright smile.

"Sanji?" Nami gave you a pointed look. The name made you freeze, and you tried to play it off.

"What about him?"

"Oh, come on!" Nami threw the slice of lemon that was on her drink. You caught it before it could fall on your shirt and muttered an indignant 'hey!' that the navigator ignored. "You like him, don't you?"

The words were enough to make you hide your face in embarrassment. Robin was smiling knowingly from the other side of Nami and you felt exposed, like they had both just turned you inside out.

"I do," you whispered after the few minutes of silent mortification that Nami had spent in self satisfaction.

"Why that loser though?" She said without any real bite. You knew she wasn't actually demeaning him; it was affectionate, in the way one would talk about their sibling's lovelife.

"Because!" You whispered, eyes running everywhere to check if no one else was around to hear you. "Have you looked at him? He's literally so pretty! He is kind, caring, and so, so thoughtful and generous. Without expecting anything in return, he is always giving and giving and he makes my stomach do silly things. He has curly eyebrows, Nami! I didn't think those could look good on anyone. Hell, I know I would look ugly with them, but he makes it work! It suits him, and he's so beautiful and I'm just–"

You collapsed onto your chair, your wet fingers from the condensation on the drink glass finding purchase in the dips of your face to hide it. Just talking about him was enough to get your heart beating fast, and the mortification of what you had just spilled to the two girls made you want the ground to swallow you already.

"You really like him," Robin's soft observation made you relax. She wasn't teasing you. You turned to look at her and caught the comforting smile she was sending your way.

"I was going to say you could do better," Nami turned to face you, swinging her feet around to your side, "but after hearing all that, I think… You two are perfect for each other. Despite all his antics, he has a good heart. And you'll be good for him, because you see him as he is."

"Yeah?" You couldn't help the small flower of hope blossoming in your chest.

"Really," Nami smiled, a rare genuine smile that was usually reserved for late night talks and reassurances in down times.

"You don't think…." You trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of your top, "he won't… find me good enough?"

"Are you crazy?" Nami snorted, picking up her drink. The melted ice had made the level go up so much that it was threatening to spill any moment. "You're better than anything he could dream of. I told you, didn't I? You would be good for him. Having someone like you in his life to ground him, I think there's nothing better than that. You're one of the sweetest people I have ever met. If anyone here isn't good enough, it's him."

"Hey now," you frowned, ready to defend Sanji but hearing his voice stopped you.

"Who isn't good enough for (y/n)-chan?" His face was stuck in a weird smile, like he was forcing it. He carefully placed the plate of pastries he had brought as he continued casually despite the silence, "I don't know who we are talking about but Nami-chan is right. No one is good enough for our lovely (y/n)-chan."

"Oh, look at that!" You hurriedly switched the topic, looking at the plate he had brought. The tiny pastries were adorable and colourful, looking so delicious that it would have made your mouth water if you weren't distracted at the moment. "This looks so good, Sanji. Seriously, if you keep feeding me like this, my weight will keep increasing!"

The last line became a teasing complaint, but you didn't expect Sanji to come to the side of your chair and lean down to where you were tilted. The proximity caused your eyes to widen, the blood thundering in your ears as he carefully tucked in a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, face so soft and warm that it make your insides feel like they were vibrating.

"All the more for me to love, so I would keep winning, wouldn't I, sweetheart?"

You choked, and the need to get away from him before you did something wild like grab him and kiss him got so much that your knee accidentally shot up and into Sanji's back, pushing him forward. The chef's eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he managed to not collapse on you by quickly holding onto the sides of the chair but now you were trapped in between his arms on top of the close proximity.

It made you so weak in the knees, and there was something hot and warm curling in your gut as you stammered gibberish, feeling like you were about to faint because Sanji's chest was practically touching yours and it was all too much.

"SORRY!" He hurriedly backed off the moment he got his bearings, and for the first time since you had come onboard, you saw him have a genuinely heavily flushed face. There was a little blood starting to leak from one of his nostrils and somehow, it helped you calm down. He was just as affected as you were. The idea was enough to lessen your embarrassment by a little.

"I'm the one who's sorry, Sanji," you said remorsefully, hiding your face completely in your hands this time. "I kicked you!"

"It wasn't on purpose," he said, right hand coming up to hide the blush on his own face. "I'm sorry for… for making you uncomfortable, (y/n)-chan!"

Uncomfortable? Did Sanji have any clue just how comfortable you actually felt? The problem wasn't that you were uncomfortable in the proximity; it was that you were too comfortable, to the point that you never wanted to leave. But that would be a dead giveaway of your feelings, right?

"Okay, this is just painful to watch now," Nami sighed, jolting the two of you. You had nearly forgotten that she and Robin were right there, and they had seen everything. She looked at you unhappily, mouth set in a tight line. "How about you two get a room and make out there?"

"Nami!" You cried out. She really just gave away your crush like that?!

"Just be grateful I'm not demanding money to make up for what I just had to witness," she sniffed haughtily, swinging her legs back onto the chair and pulling down her sunglasses. "Seriously, you two, go talk shit out. Or else, knowing you, you will just be awkward around each other and that's gonna be even more painful to watch."

She wasn't totally wrong. You were planning to avoid him, possibly by jumping off the Sunny and drowning to death since you didn't know how to swim. But that wasn't really a solution and even you could admit that.

"W- What's there to talk-?" Sanji seemed a little scared, wide eyes glancing between the three of you. Nami ignored him, and you were too flustered to look him in the eyes. Nami's suggestion was essentially for you to come clean, wasn't it? But that was easier said than done. The fear of rejection and the eventual awkwardness was gripping your insides in a chokehold, and you couldn't move your feet even if you tried.

"Sanji," Robin said calmly. "Pick up (y/n) and go to the kitchen."

"Huh?" You were startled at her words. Pick you up?! No way! "No, no way, I'm too… I'm too heavy, there's no need for that!" Even as you said that, you couldn't actually bring yourself to move.

"I don't really get it," Sanji admitted, looking between the three of you as he spoke, "but I can do that. (Y/n)-chan?"

"No, Sanji–" the protests died down the moment he bent down and picked you up like you weighed nothing. Even as he walked you across the deck, you couldn't help but think that it was kind of hot just how easily he picked you up. "Sanji…"

He didn't look at you until you were in the kitchen and the door was closed behind the two of you. He walked over to the table and then carefully placed you on it, as if you were a teacup made of fine china teetering with tea. Finally, he let his clear blue eyes stare down at you, the expression on his face more vulnerable and exposed than you had ever seen on him.

"Sanji?"

"I know I made you uncomfortable," he said quietly, backing away. His hands came up to rub away the blood but it only made it spread around and you winced at seeing that. You never wanted to see any blood on Sanji, if you could help it. "I touched your… you. It wasn't my intention, I swear! I just, I wanted, I–"

He abruptly shut up, looking frustrated with himself.

"Sanji."

He didn't look up, fists clenching at his side the moment you said his name.

"Come here, Sanji," you whispered, holding out your hands to beckon him closer. His eyes flickered over your face, as if trying to gauge out what you were feeling, even as he followed through your request without a second thought. You pulled out the handkerchief he had given you long back, and wiped away the blood over his upper lip and cheeks carefully before you picked up his hand. The thumb was bloody too, so you gently held the limb in one of your hands and wiped it with the other. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, Sanji."

He stayed quiet as you continued to wipe it until it was all gone.

"Didn't I?" He said the moment you were done.

"No," you said, looking up at him. You didn't let go of the hand, though you dropped the handkerchief beside you. Somehow, holding his hand seemed to give you the courage to make the admission Nami had told you to. "I… Sanji, I like you. A lot more than I ever thought it was possible to feel towards someone. I like you so much that it physically hurts when I see you flirting with other women. I like you so much that my heart feels warm whenever you are around, and I feel so safe in your arms that I never want to leave. I like it when you are close to me. But I know that you don't like me like that, so whenever you get so close, and I can't help but want you so much, it's painful for me. I never want to let you go."

Sanji's eyes darkened with every word you spoke, a gradual change that you didn't notice at first because you were all in over your head. His hands hovered around your waist as you finished.

"Who told you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat the moment he realised how desperate he sounded.

"Told me what?" You asked timidly, looking down at your lap.

"That I don't like you?" Sanji's voice was a broken whisper like yours had been. "I have never heard anything more untrue than that. All this time, I wanted you but I kept my feelings to myself. Because you deserve so much, so much more than I am, so much more than I can give. I wanted and I wanted and I felt so greedy, wanting more and more of you, more than you would let me have– I wanted anything you were ready to give, and I also wanted everything you have to give. I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, when there are so many better options around for you–"

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh. All his words were making you delirious; this had to be some wild dream you had conjured up. It didn't feel real. None of it did. "I had better options around? Sanji, I was so sure you would never look twice at me! I never felt like I was pretty enough, or good enough to get your attention and you're telling me… I had better options? That's so–"

You kept laughing, body shaking from the weight of the laughter. Sanji stared at you, unsure hands still hovering around you. His fingers twitched from holding back the urge to pull you into him.

"You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen," he mumbled. "Not good enough to get my attention? Darling, you have had all of my attention ever since I met you. No other woman could compare to you from the moment you made your place in my heart known."

"Did I really have all your attention?" You asked, letting your insecurities bubble up. Now that you were both being honest, it was better to get it all out of the way, right? "Even when you looked at the other women…"

"I never looked at them the way I did you," his words were sincere, and in that moment, they were enough. You looked up at him, and your body broke into shivers the moment you realised the heat in his eyes as he stared down at you; like you were some unique dish he was finally getting the chance to eat after years of craving it.

"I didn't want the other options, Sanji," you whispered, the volume enough for the proximity you were in. "The only one I ever wanted was you."

You held his collars and pulled him in, and it was like he finally snapped, now that he had permission. His hands immediately grasped at your sides, gently holding the soft flesh there as he kissed you. And now it was your time to give and give, while he took from you like your lips were spilling with ambrosia and he was determined to get every drop. His warm breath fanned over your lips and the goosebumps on your skin rose again, your fingers tightening around the collars of his shirt.

When he let your lips go, he was greeted with the sight of your flushed and pleasantly buzzed expression, like you were drunk on him. Seeing you like that, because of him, it was enough to get him groaning.

"So beautiful," he whispered, leaving feather light kisses all over your face. "So gorgeous. All for me. All… for me to have?"

"Yeah," you whispered, looking up at him and seeing the devastated yet over-the-moon expression on Sanji's face. Even without words, he could always just cleave into your heart and press himself within its walls like they were made to fit him, and only him. "You can be greedy. Take all you want. I'm all yours."

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[lifeof-pink]

i think the way the book became 3rd person pov when kim dokja got off the train is one of the most fucking genius literary moves ive seen in years

[4nicolas]

yuji itadori x male reader

!MDNI! 18+

-yuji itadori loves dick, it’s who he is!

wrd count - 2100+

cw - making out, blowjobs, handjobs, slight edging, aged up yuji (bro is NOT a minor in this), amab reader, cum swallowing.

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yuji itadori loved dick, that much he knew. he never really thought too hard about it, it was simply a fact about him. obviously he didn’t go around announcing that he loved dick, but it always lingered in the back of his mind.

yuji itadori also loved you, that was something he was certain of and thought hard about. he loved being around you, and your dick was like a bonus. he especially loved when you two would cuddle leaving occasional kisses, followed by a make out session, which then turned into his favorite part, getting to touch you.

he felt your hand move up the side of his cheek, pulling him in closer to you, smashing your lips together. your lips soft against his as you kissed him so passionately, yuji felt himself falling in love with you all over again. everything you did to him was intoxicating. your love was intoxicating.

he kissed you back, returning that same passion while moving his arms to wrap around your neck. your thumb moved in a circle, rubbing his cheek and yuji couldn’t help but lean into the touch.

you hummed, he could feel your smile against the kiss at his reaction, it made his head feel fuzzy. the two of you were sitting on yujis bed, him straddling your thighs as your free hand rested on his hip.

you ran your tongue across yujis bottom lip as one of his hands slid up into your hair, his fingers scratching gently at your scalp before he opened his mouth for you.

you acted instantly, shoving your tongue in his mouth, exploring every part of him. he groaned into the kiss, his hand digging further into your hair.

he didn’t bother fighting back, simply letting you take control and do your thing. he would kiss you all day if you’d let him, which you probably would if not for school and missions.

after a moment, yuji started running out of breath and he knew you were too but he didn’t want you to pull back, he wanted even more of you.

reluctantly you had to pull back, feeling as if you couldn’t breath, separating from yuji, you take a quick breath and look at him, his eyes clouded over completely with hunger. you smile, shaking your head, yuji blinked, not speaking as you look into each others eyes.

yuji was breathing heavily, his lips were puffy and red from your kissing, yet he still leaned back in, pulling you closer, your lips on his once again. you two both returned to the same motions as before, his hands in your hair as your tongue moved around in his mouth.

the passion from earlier was replaced by a desperate need, the both of you growing needier, movements were getting sloppier, and rougher as the make out session progressed.

you were sure yuji could feel how hard you were against him, his ass practically pressed on your growing erection. his own dick was pushing against your stomach, the crotch of his pants stretched around his buldge.

yuji moved his hips down on your dick, eliciting a low groan from you into his mouth, as soon as he heard you make those sounds he could feel the blood moving from his head and he knew exactly where it was going.

yuji wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait, he wanted his mouth on your dick, or his hands, just, he needs one of the options. all he wanted was to feel you, in any way, preferrably one where he gets to suck you dry.

moving his hands to your chest, yuji pushed back, staring into your eyes before glancing down, licking his lips at the sight of, well, you. you smiled, sensing his urge to please you. you hummed in acknowledgment, scooting back and spreading your legs slightly for him.

yuji grinned, mumbling something before tugging at your shirt. raising your arms, yuji was on you fast, pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere on the floor of his bedroom.

as fast as your shirt came off his lips were on your neck, he trailed kisses down your neck, sucking and biting along the way. you let out occasional groans and grunts as yujis teeth met your neck.

pain shot through your body for a moment, you glanced down seeing the male in front of you still attached to your neck. that was definitely gonna leave a mark, knowing yuji that was exactly what he wanted.

yujis kisses and bites littered your neck, marking up your neck, eventually he found a place that caused you to whimper. that sound was music to his ears, in a flash he started to attack that area, forcing you to let out more noises, and frankly you were embarrassed he got this much of a reaction out of you.

deciding he made enough marks on your neck, he traveled down your collarbones, leaving kisses and bites there as well before doing the same to your chest. his lips found one of your nipples and yuji couldn’t help but suck on it. the sensation made you gasp, moving you hand up to grab yujis shoulder.

he moved to your other nipple, doing the same, smiling against your bare chest at the small whines you make before his lips were on the move again. he moved down you stomach, kissing around your belly button before reaching right. wrote your v line. his lips lingered above your pants for a moment, he was thinking about something, and you had a clue what it was.

yuji pulled back ever so slightly, looking up at you, asking for permission. you felt your dick twitch at his expression. his honey brown eyes wide with anticipation, his lip quivering slightly.

you smirk, a mischievous gling in your eyes as you speak, “wouldn’t it be so funny if I said no..?” upon hearing this yujis eyes widened more, quickly returning to normal as his brows furrowed.

“…you wouldn’t.” his voice spoke, it being the first words he said in awhile. you purse your lips, pretending to think as yuji stared at you, not knowing what to say.

you let the moment last a minute longer before chuckling, “I kid, go ahead, ‘m all yours.” your voice was low, the lighthearted teasing tone gone.

yuji swallowed, a smile quickly following as his hands found your waistband, tugging your pants down he also threw them somewhere, following your shirt.

your legs shook at the cool air before yujis mouth met yours, shaking all thoughts from your mind. the kiss was sickeningly sweet but before you could make a move a hand wrapped around you through your boxers.

moaning into the kiss, yuji pulled away, stroking you through your underwear a few times. you bucked your hips up, pressing further into yujis hand. yujis grin widened at this, tightening his grip, making you groan.

you could feel the precum seeping through your boxers, it had to be all over yujis hand, that thought made you breathless. staring at yuji, you were met with a pink head of hair looking down, his attention was solely on your dick.

your stomach felt queasy as yuji concentrated on you lower half, it felt exhilarating to know he put your needs before his.

your whole body tensed, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach as your dick twitched. “yuji- i’m gonna..” you mumbled, yuji turned up, looking at you before moving his hand off your clothed dick.

he smiled at you innocently as if he wasn’t toying with you right now, you frowned, yujis hand moving to your thigh in the process. his hand gently rubbed at your thigh, massaging the skin there before moving down.

his hand stayed resting on your thigh for a moment before you felt the familiar grip around you again. the feeling of something cradling your dick was strange, but it was nice, especially knowing it was yuji.

as much as you loved what was happening currently, you wanted more than anything to feel yujis skin, to feel his bare hand against your cock. yuji palmed at your crotch awhile longer for moving to the top of your boxers.

finally. you felt yujis fingers slip under the waistband of your boxers, slowly pulling them until your dick was free. the air felt cooler than before against your most sensitive area causing you to shiver.

yujis head moved down further, his warm breath traveling over your dick. your hands moved to the sheets, gripping them as you tried to be patient for what you’ve been wanting all night.

yuji took his sweet time admiring you, he loved your body so much, he loved you, and he loved your dick too, though that much was obvious. he thought everything about you was perfect, he truly couldn’t believe he gets this all to himself.

licking his lips, he lowered his head, taking your tip into his mouth. you let out a gasp at the warmth enveloping you as his tongue licked around your slit, practically savoring your precum. yuji loved the way you tasted, hell he could go on about the things he loved about you.

you threw your head back, groaning as yujis mouth treated you like you were a five star dinner. his mouth was so warm, it felt amazing. one of his hands gripped your hip as the other massaged your thigh, all you could do was accept what he was giving you.

yuji loved your reactions, the noises you made only motivating him, he wanted to give you everything you wanted. taking his mouth off you he licked a strip from the base of your cock to the tip.

he looked up at you, seeing your adams apple bob and your chest rise and fall. he grinned, loving to make you act like this, his mouth was back on your dick, slowly taking you in fully as you let out a moan.

his mouth moved up and down, his tongue lapping up any precum dripping down. he continued to slide up and down your dick with ease, his saliva completely coating you.

every second yuji spent on your dick you felt yourself coming undone, his mouth did wonders. the feeling of his tongue sliding around you made your mouth dry, you wanted so badly to kiss him, but he took his duties on pleasuring you very seriously and he wouldn’t stop until you came.

yujis sucking pace was unruly, you were barely able to react before he did something else that rocked your world. if he kept this up you weren’t gonna last another minute. your breathing was heavy and labored as yujis eyes looked up at you.

his eyes were watering, clearly struggling to fit you in his mouth even though he’s done it so many times before. his mouth moved up and down in such a way that made your breath hitch, his drool was dripping down your dick in between your thighs, but you didn’t care, he was incredible.

his face alone could make you cum. in fact, it was, before you could speak the warmth appeared in your stomach, you couldn’t breath, it was too much. shakily raising your hand you came, yujis eyes widened for a second, returning to a more serious look before his mouth tightened around you.

he stayed on your dick as your cum shot down his throat. a wave of pleasure ripped through your body as yuji pressed his face further against you, burying his face into your crotch.

you laid back, closing your eyes as you rode out your high. yujis grip on your thigh and hip lessened before moving to your stomach, he used his hands to push up, slowly taking his mouth off your dick.

he looked up at you, a proud look on his face before he went back down to make sure he got all your cum. he licked up and down, cleaning your dick off before moving up to rest his head on your chest.

catching your breath, you finally open your eyes, seeing yuji content as ever after swallowing your literal dna. he simply smiled, all giddy about what he did.

you shook your head, smiling softly at the boy. he was a mess, but you loved him for it.

…

…

…

then it hit you, “wait yuji, did you ever-?” you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours. the kiss was short but relaxing. yuji sighed, “don’t worry about it, this was plenty of enjoyment for me.” turning, he laid his head on your chest, completely relaxing as his entire body weight fell on you.

all you did was shake your head, wrapping your arms around the boys waist. it was enough for now.

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oh yeahh, I got into another writing mood at 4am, if theres mistakes too bad so sad!! sorry for any female followers I have, I have no clue how to write for anything but men so….🗣️🙏🏼

I also have a thing for pink haired men!

[okamirayne]

Hey! I absolutely adore btb and I’m so unbelievably excited to see more of your Shikaneji (the way you write them is so incredibly beautiful) and of the entire btb cast and world! I was wondering about your view on the Shikamaru x Neji relationship - please ignore this part of the ask if it’s spoilery - but in the btb world were they in as much of a relationship as they could’ve been (in a ninja world) when Neji died? I was also wondering what drew you to ShikaNeji - are they/were they your favourite Naruto ship or did you become intrigued by the idea of them and then start to write? What is it that drew you to them? The chemistry you build between them is so unbelievably intense that I now can’t picture either of them with anyone else in the series even with canon shikatema 😂 thank you thank you for writing this - from a forever loyal reader!

Hiya Anon! 💜

Thanks so much for dropping by to leave me this message/ASK.  A joy to hear from you!  🥰 Super chuffed that you have enjoyed the BtB series so far and I really appreciate your kind words regarding the ShikaNeji dynamic.

[…] in the btb world were they in as much of a relationship as they could’ve been (in a ninja world) when Neji died?

Not too much of a spoiler so no worries!  They were in a clandestine relationship, which, while challenging at times, wasn’t too difficult to achieve or maintain given ninja life.

Being stealthy and sneaky proved to be pretty handy transferable skills – which they both used to preserve their relationship.  With Neji’s Jōnin status and Shikamaru’s ‘unofficial Jōnin rank’ (given his intellectual prowess as military strategist etc.) they could spend a lot of time sequestered away together under the pretext of ‘work’, which allowed for a lot of their stolen moments.  

Between their duties and separate lives there was the ‘stolen moments’ middle ground in which they preserved their private relationship, both being extremely protective of it. What this extremely private approach might’ve meant for their relationship further down the line?

Ah, well…that’s a whole different story and potentially a problematic issue neither one of them ever really talked about or wanted to explore. There were more pressing things happening around them and Shikamaru hated future-tripping or overthinking things with Neji, hence his whole ‘this isn’t a thinking thing’ and Neji being the one thing he didn’t ‘have to figure out’. They lived moment-to-moment with each other, as they never knew when the next time would be given missions etc.

I was also wondering what drew you to ShikaNeji - are they/were they your favourite Naruto ship or did you become intrigued by the idea of them and then start to write? What is it that drew you to them?

Oooh, where to start? I had always loved Shikamaru’s character – and was always fond of Neji. I found his tragic background fascinating. That said, he was probably fourth in line. At the start the characters I was most engaged with were Kakashi, Shikamaru, and Itachi. 

Regarding ShikaNeji: funnily enough, it all started with a dream I had of Shikamaru running through the forest chasing someone (hence the start of BtB). I had no idea who he was chasing. But the more I reflected on the dream and considered pairing options, Neji immediately sprang to the forefront and it all just began to snowball from there. I started what I thought would be a one-shot, literally just to play around with the dream…and that turned into the first instalment…which then seemed to take on a life of its own and grew into the monster that was the BtB series. I never thought that’s the way it would go when I started writing…but I’m so grateful it did, and I’m so SO thankful to the reviewers and readers who engaged with it, as they gave me the steam to keep up with the bloody runaway train the story became.

The chemistry you build between them is so unbelievably intense that I now can’t picture either of them with anyone else in the series even with canon shikatema 😂 thank you thank you for writing this - from a forever loyal reader!

Aww, sweetheart, thank you!  💖 I’m thrilled you’ve enjoyed their dynamic so much as to have it override canon ships!  Thank you so much for reading and even more so for reaching out to share your support and love.  I appreciate you! 🙏🏼💜

[catiuskaa]

seungmo, mimo, siesta.

sum. mimo (span.) attitude or state of a person who wants to be pampered and cuddled.

wc. 0.5k

cw. teeth-rottening fluff, period cramps.

[🔹 ☆ 🧸 ☆ 🔹]

His hand feels warm on your skin despite the fabric between them, and you sigh, cuddling further into the other boy’s lap.

Your favourite heat sources.

“Comfy?” Minho’s voice is soft as his hands travel through your hair, gently stroking, combing his sleek fingers through it.

“She looks like it.” Seungmin snickers, his hand laid flat on your lower belly. His voice is almost as soft as Minho’s, even when he’s teasing you.

It had been an umprompted plan, really. Showing up to their appartment only for you to get your period was fairly disapointing, because soon after, the cramps started.

You had groaned loudly when you threw yourself on their couch, making Minho pop his head from the kitchen.

“Jagi?” He had smiled, huffing out a chuckle.

“I am dead.” The way you spoke, with your face against of the couch’s coushions made it so that Minho only frowned lightly, so you turned your head, grunting. “I’m alive but I’m dead.”

“Who’s dead?” Seungmin grinned, coming out from his room, laptop now turned off. “Wouldn’t want to miss that.”

But when he stared at the couch, he found you, your eyes big and your lips pouting, bend with your knees to your chest.

And as soon as Minho finished doing the dishes, the both of them had taken a spot beside you, claiming their newfound titles.

With a small grin, you take his free hand, kissing his palm, and his face softens, leaning closer to stroke your cheek.

“My poor little thing.” Seungmin sighs. Minho coos at the both of you.

“Better, kitten?” He moves messy strands of hair from your face, and you nod.

“Mmm... mimo…” you blabbered sleepily, cuddling further into your boys.

You knew they usually ran hot, judging by how sweaty they came back from dance practice, or the poorly conditioned studios and recording booths, in other cases. It was something you used to your advantage, your hands always on them whenever you felt cold.

But this was a whole other level.

“That’s okay,” Minho smiled. “We can go back to bed if you want to,” he suggested with a toothy grin, “Seungmin probably hasn’t made it either.”

And so you giggled, reluctantly carried on Minho’s arms with laughter on the back, and the three of you laid down against the cold, definetely unmade bed, it’s temperature low due to the air conditioning that Seungmin had turned on.

But you were still kept warm, between Minho and Seungmin, their arms around you, comforting.

Maybe wasting summer days wasn’t so bad at all. Or maybe, there was no such thing as wasting a summer day, when your boys fell asleep next to you, caring for you in a way that was solely theirs, entirely made for you.

[🔹 ☆ 🧸 ☆ 🔹]

kats, who’s passing her afternoon like this, with the exception of those two fine gentlemen.

catiuskaa, august 2024 ©

[certifiedlucifersimp]

Genie : What do you wish for?

Beelzebub : I wish-

Beelzebub : Hmmm

Beelzebub : A P P L E

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[notthemonthbutmarch]

No one asked but “I’m scared” is such an underrated motivation for a character to do shitty things to others.

Sometimes it’s just that simple, but there’s always some deeper meaning as to why that character is scared— like the Bad Guy heavily traumatized Protagonist and now Protagonist is deathly afraid of getting on Bad Guy’s bad side again. It’s so underrated that a character is scared solely because the situation and personal consequences scare them more than the determent of others.

Maybe I’m not looking at that kinda of media that much, but sometimes I kinda just want a character to do shitty things to others because they’re scared. Like pressing the Big Red Button is gonna launch a nuke at the building they’re currently in with the Bad Guy, but if they chose not to then the whole rest of the city gets leveled by the Bad Guy’s evil death laser of doom— and then they chose not to press the button because they’re just frankly scared of dying. They entered this fight hoping to walk away, and now between the choice to save themselves or save others they indirectly kill everyone they knew because they were just to scared to pull the trigger on themselves.

So yeah maybe make characters be cowards a little more often?