#c: pinky the red boy

[okkotsuus]

"YOU'RE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DAY I LOST YOU" (katsuki b.) !

features: katsuki bakugo

contents: fantasy au. angst. hurt/comfort/more hurt. mutual pining. barabrian!katsuki. fem!reader. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again. kidnapping. grief. crying. implied panic attack. major character death. no beta we die like men. 3.9k

notes: i've been yearning desperately to make bakugo say stoick's famous line from httyd2 (my second favorite movie)... if there's interest i'm considering continuing this into the canon verse with it being these two 'reincarnated'.

tagging: @saexy (for enabling and encouraging me in killing off characters) & @meristryker (for enabling me in the gc like a real one)

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die. watching the loving smiles of his parents, the gentle caress of his father's hand to soothe his mother's unbridled anger: it made his stomach churn.

yet, at the tender age of seven, while on a trip to a nearby village to discuss the war shifting on the horizon, he finds himself absolutely smitten by their chieftain's daughter. wide e/c eyes peeking out from behind her mother's leg, hands clutching onto the hem of the long skirt.

katsuki finds himself enamoured in that instance, seeing sweet you, looking at the boy with such curious eyes. he stomps over to you: temper even fiery in his youth. his hand grabs onto yours as he hauls you out from behind the safety of your mother.

under the dim candlelight of the meeting room, flickering flames cast dancing rays across your skin. his chubby little face is scrunched into a scowl, tugging you out of the room and into the courtyard with a tenderness that betrayed his expression.

"i'm katsuki and you better not forget it!" his pitchy voice calls, still dragging you behind him. he looks over his shoulder, soft red eyes narrowed in what was an attempt to be intimidating.

but when he sees the relaxing of your eyelids, falling slightly in contentment, with a warm smile that rivals any feeling of victory: the mask of indifference slips in a blink of an eye. red dusts over the slops of his face, baby-fat painted the same carnelian as his eyes. his small hand grips tighter onto yours, as if he never would let you go.

your chubby little face stretches as your smile widens into a toothy grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. "got it, katsuki, i'm y/n!" he swears your voice is just like the lullaby his mother would hum while rocking him to sleep, bringing a rush of warmth through his chest.

that day, katsuki bakugou falls terribly in love with y/n l/n.

the two of you are deemed inseparable, hands always connecting like opposing poles of a magnet. pinkies intertwined stronger than any woven cloth. it's as pure and innocent as it can be.

if one were to see y/n, then it was irrevocably certain that katsuki was a few steps away. it sends rumors spiralling through the lands that there will be a union between the bakugo barbaricum and l/n dynasty. you're only eight when there's an attempt made for your hand.

the thought of two families as powerful as you and katsuki's joining was a fearful thing to many. it spelled doom for many weaker civilizations, those who had dug their own graves with their actions.

your family, blessed be you to have been born to loving parents in a world such as this, easily rejects the many proposals. the l/n dynasty is in a state of power where they are not forced to fend for their village: allowing you this freedom.

running through the streets of his stronghold, chasing each other for the sake of some game that was the farthest thing from either of your minds. katsuki feels whole when you are at his side. the world doesn't seem so ugly, he doesn't feel so angry, everything sings the hymns of the heavens.

he can't pull his ruby eyes off of your form by the age of fifteen. the katsuki you had known, baby-faced with a slight stutter, has began to fill out into a man. his shoulders broaden and begin to carry thick cords of muscle. the chubbiness of his cheeks begins to give rise to sharper angles. his whiny voice is pushed aside by a more gravelly tone. he shoots up like a sprout, hunching over slightly in faces that used to fit him so easily.

but he isn't the only one who is growing into his frame. your shoulders soften at the corners, collarbones visible with every slight movement. your baby fat begins to settle and collect on your hips, rounding them. those toothy grins of yours become framed by pretty lips, always looking soft as a pillow. clothes that used to drape over your like a sheet now feel tighter in certain places, stretching over curves that popped up overnight.

the two of you don't know what to do with yourselves, stolen looks when the other isn't looking. you still hook pinkies, but the touch sends flares of heat running up the back of your neck. it's like you were just meeting each other for the first time all over again.

katsuki feels like a damn sap with the way his heart thunders under his skin: threatening to burst out. he's too taken to notice the heat that was rising to your face whenever he was around, the way your hands nervously would grip onto the swaying fabric of your skirt. too blind to see that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

hurried words, lingering touches, sneaking glances, the two of you had every hint of love right in front of your faces. yet, there's a hesitance that lingers in the back of young minds: afraid that falling in love would end up with no one catching them.

unsurprisingly, katsuki is the one who jumps first. it's a quiet night, the moon is high in the sky. his breath puffs out in front of him like smoke, winter beginning to show herself once more.

you looked too beautiful under the soft azure glow that the celestial sky casts upon you, he simply couldn't bear another moment without you known how much his very soul ached for you.

on the eve of his sixteenth birthday he whispers the words like a prayer, voice softened and gentle for once in his life. "y/n... you plague my every waking thought, i cannot let my heart beat any longer without it being yours."

e/c eyes widen as your head snaps to him, lips parting in shock. katsuki beats you to it, rough palms (once baby-soft) cupping your cheek with a tenderness he was unaware he possessed.

the stars illuminate the sunkissed slopes of his cheekbones, showing the fine lashes that fan out over his eyes. katsuki was ethereal, in every sense of the word, it catches your breath in a hitch. your mind stumbles through everything you could say right now, desperately trying to find the perfect response.

but when the pads of his thumbs drag over the apples of your cheeks, leaving a buzz in the wake of his touch, all rational thought leaves as you allow words to flow like a stream. "i have loved you longer than i have known you, katsuki." your voice is hushed, only filling the small space between the two of you: like a secret that only he and you would ever know.

it sends a trill up your spine when his eyes visibly soften, his face had been growing more and more sharp by the day but only when he was with you did the curve of his cheeks soften. he turns back into a boy around you, as you turn back into a girl when held so gently between his hands.

katsuki surges forwards, nose clumsily knocking against yours, teeth colliding with your own. he's inexperienced, never having kissed a girl, much less even though of kissing anyone but you. you both are a mess, giggling softly through messy pecks smearing over each other's faces. it feels like you're both those giddy kids once more, chasing the other through the cobbled streets of your village. he makes your heart sing.

it was even harder to be apart from him now, hands fully clasped together as you walk through the streets of either of your hometowns. yet, no one is surprised. neither of your parents nor his even bat an eye when you announce the courtship at a family dinner.

love is as natural as breathing for you and katsuki. inherently you have always known exactly what the other needs. he knows just how much you like the wildflowers that grow en-route between your homes. you know just how much he likes when you rise on your tiptoes and press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

it's young and dumb, a rush of big emotions and smiles that stretch your cheeks so far they ache. once you both are eighteen, katsuki turns the courtship into a betrothal. an elegant gold ring, with a garnet slotted right in the center, it sits pretty on your ring finger. his band is thicker, small e/c gemstones scattered along the surface. when in battle he loops it through a chain around his neck: pressing a kiss to the ring before charging forwards.

the world has known y/n l/n and katsuki bakugo have been in love for nearly twelve years, official for three, and betrothed for one. the bakugo barbaricum and the l/n dynasty have began making their plans to unify upon the wedding. it sparks a wave of unease in the badlands.

all it takes is an emissary sent from the dark forest for your world to crumble into shambles. a demon who seems to be the land's scourge reincarnated, hand that turn all to ash, pillages your beloved village. he comes in tow with a mimic and a fire mage. destruction rains as you are brought to the center as their singular demand is you.

your eyes lock with the demon's red eyes, a color that had made you feel so safe until now. the hair on the nape of your neck stands pin-straight as his hand extended towards you: palm up.

a flurry of emotions rush through you like a burst dam, memories of katsuki at the forefront. you want to be selfish, to damn him and his band of criminals to hell, to fight back despite the gravity of the situation. but he is bringing terror upon the people you swore to protect with your life.

so, you step forwards, soft hand sliding into his own. never had a rough palm felt like daggers against your skin, never had you so violently despised the way carmine shines in the light of blue flames.

to save your people, your family, the home you have known your entire life: you go. swept away in black mist. the last thing you see of that place is the bakugo horde rushing towards the gates, your eyes lock with katsuki's before the void claims you.

katsuki lets out a guttural scream as her charges head first into the miasma, falling onto the ground as the last wisp flows just through his fingers. his fist slams against the ground, hands gasping at the dirt you had just been on. he allows himself to cry in front of someone other than you, a wail echoing through the ruins of your village.

that day, you disappear off the face of the realm. no matter how many search parties are sent into the dark forests in the badlands, they all return empty-handed (if they return at all). katsuki keep his ring around his neck, so it beats against his bare chest with every movement: like a reminder of how it felt when his heart actually beat .

scars wind around his arms, around his biceps, over his forearms, across his shoulders. his face is hardened, permanent frown on the lips you used to kiss so tenderly. he's angrier than ever, fuse short as his attention span.

he is a shell of the man he had been, going through the motions of survival but never truly being alive.

this persists for a grueling two years. for seven-hundred and thirty days. for seventeen-thousand five-hundred twenty hours. he is separated from the only person that has ever felt like home, the woman he has loved longer than he knew how to read.

he masks it behind his ego, boisterous laugh to hide the ringing in is ears that hadn't been able to stop. he's more violent the field, less forgiving when in training with kirishima. the explosions that thunder from his palms produce a blackened smoke that lingers and settles in his lungs like a fog.

yearning hits him late at night when he lays alone in bed, a bed that you had once shared with him. silent tears pour, running down the sides of katsuki's face as he stares blankly up at the ceiling. his breath feels short as his chest heaves to get air in. the man's mind is clouded with the look on your face as those bastards took you. he can still remember every single little twitch of your expression when you finally saw him. he remembers the way your breath hitched. he remembers the tears that began to pool at the corners of your eyes.

but, most of all, he remembers not seeing you: for what feels like the first time in his life.

katsuki cannot recall when he finally fell asleep, or if he ever even truly did. his dreams are plagued with you anyways, so the line between memory and dream is thin as a tightrope.

he has a dream that he makes it in time to save you and wakes up alone. that one sticks with him for months, hanging over him like a shadow. if he was only a minute sooner, a stride faster, reacted quicker. maybe you would be in his arms right now instead of gods know where.

relief comes in a rumor that circles in a tavern that a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes was spotted wondering through the dark forest. katsuki doesn't hesitate, he makes no effort to send out a scout party. he rides at dawn, horse hooves beating against the grass in a frenzied gallop as he makes his way into the badlands.

none of the rouges or thieves hope to stand a chance with him, the smart ones don't even try. he vanquishes the less fortunate with a single swing of his cutlass. the man doesn't stop to rest, only to water his horse and allow it to graze while he catches a brief nap.

his horse comes to a stop right outside the dark forests, whinnying in rejection to enter. katsuki doesn't blame the poor thing, this was the kind of place people went with no intention to come back from. he dismounts, not tying his horse off: it would return with a whistle.

the forest is eerie, yawning opening that is reminiscent of a gaping mouth. but he didn't fear. because at this point, he'd rather not come back if it meant he wasn't coming back with you.

footfalls crunching against leaves and sticks echo through the dim lit treeline. the canopy is so thick that it completely obscures the bright sunlight katsuki has just been under: the perfect place for criminals to hide. the trees creak and groan, as if the land itself was breathing and living.

only when he hears the snap of a twig does he stop, his head snaps around, a flash of h/c darting just out of the corner of his visions. the man's heart stops as he stumbles to pursue, not minding the whipping of low handing branches against his face. not when he could see you darting through the underbrush.

he finally sees you in the full when you run into a path dead-ended by brambles. it's really you. y/n, his y/n.

but you look over your shoulder with such a forlorn look it makes his heart ache in his chest. you don't believe that it's really him. "toga, this isn't funny, it's cruel to keep making me see him." your voice is rougher than he remembered, as if your throat had been worn. it makes his fists clench at his sides.

the mimic had been wearing his face, just to torment you?

just the thought of it sends a rage burning deep in his chest. he has no way of knowing what you have been through. katsuki couldn't protect you: like he always feared he would fail to do.

his steps toward you are hesitant, ruby red eyes softening the second he sees your face. his heart is pounding out of his ribs, it makes him wonder if you can hear it.

a rough hand reaches up to roughly tug the chain that held his engagement band around his neck, the links snapping and clattering to the ground. he doesn't even look at it. with a gentleness, he holds out the ring to you.

your eyes dart back between the metal and him, hands tentatively reaching for it. the thundering race of your heartbeat is all you can hear. your hands, once soft, now rough as his bush against his own as you roll the ring between your fingers.

katsuki's heart breaks when he feels the callouses on your fingertips. he lowers slowly to his knees in front of you, tears fighting their way to prick at the corners of his eyes. he looks up at you like you are the light in the world, a goddess before him. in a way, you are, because he had prayed to every deity to hold you again, even if it was only once more.

"you're as beautiful as the day i lost you." his words come out in a rasp. thick emotion coursing through his chest; nearly choking him.

he watched your eyes widen, tears pooling as you too crash onto the ground. your arms wrap tight around his neck, face pressed side-by-side with his own. strong arms encircle your waist in an instant, pressing you closer with an urgency.

"katsuki... oh gods, katsuki..." you don't even know what to say, just repeating his name like a desperate prayer. your cheeks are wet and your chest aches but you don't care, because he's finally here.

lips clash desperately, just as messy as the kiss the two of you first shared five years ago. it's a mess of teeth and tongue as your fingers tangle into ash-blonde hair, his hands finding the back of your head and your hip. he sucks the breath out of you, as if wanting to absorb you into his being.

and you'd let him if he asked.

carmine eyes search for e/c, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls back to study your face. it's like you never left. your eyes are tired, there's some grime on your cheeks, a soft scar above your eyebrow that you've had since you were thirteen.

the softest smile spreads on his face, forehead pressing against yours as his lashes flutter shut. katsuki lets out a deep sigh, one he had been holding for nearly two years now.

warmth blooms in your chest as everything finally settles back into place like puzzle pieces. your hearts beat in sync, you draw breath when he exhales, everything is right in the world once more.

but your heart skips a beat as your eyes open to see that cursed white hair with horns peeking out from below it. tomura shigaraki. a wicked smirk on his lips as he's leaned back against a tree, simply watching.

your hands grip tighter onto the back of the shawl draping over katsuki's shoulders, breathing turning shaky and ragged.

no. no. no. they couldn't take this from you. not again. not after how hard you fought to escape the league just at the fleeting chance of being able to see the man you love. this had to be some cruel joke, right? a trick of the light, maybe...

even you aren't naive enough to believe that, your eyes close as you lean against katsuki, head burying into the crook of his neck. your fiddle with his hands to slip the ring back onto it's rightful place on his third finger. a part of you had already resigned to being ripped away again.

after two years with the demon, you learned firsthand what shigaraki was capable of. and you were not going to allow katsuki to find it out as well.

your legs shook as you stood, a weak smile given at your lover's confused look. "i'll always love you, 'suki, you know that." his eyes widen as his head nods, brows furrowing.

"then let me keep you safe."

carnelian irises widen in realization as his head turns to look back, growl ripping from his chest at the sight of the scourge of the realm's protege. his hands immediately reach for the hilt of his sword, explosions popping in his palms.

but you're already beginning to approach. katsuki seizes you in one arm, hauling you away like the day you first met. he runs through the forest with you: knowing that shigaraki would not allow the both of you to leave.

he bounds over winding tree roots, holding you steady and tight against his chest. the impending sense of doom begins to crawl up the back of his neck, but he needs you to be safe.

with you in his arm, he stumbles out of the forest, shrill whistle leaving his lips as the sound of hooves grows closer. with ease he sets you up on the saddle, but he does not join. you realize immediately what is about to happen. "katsuki-"

"no. it's my turn to keep you safe, y/n. i've always loved you, and i always will. in every life i will find you, and in every life, i will protect you." his words bring tears to your eyes as you desperately stake your head, sobs bubbling past your lips.

shigaraki creeps out of the forest and he delivers a harsh smack to the horse's haunches, sending it galloping away. within a second later a hand is reaching through katsuki's chest, mocking laugh against his ear.

"how heroic. i'll make sure you die slow, barbarian."

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die.

that was until he lay on the edge of the forest floor, lifeblood leaking from the gaping hole in the center of the chest. but he wasn't anguished: because he died for you, the only person who he would ever love.

okkotsuus 24

[urhoneycombwitch]

breathe in the air

eddie x reader x steve. part i

foreword: this is part one/set up for a fic I’ve been chewin’ on. cw is for both parts and will get updated- no actual smut in this first one but please heed the tags anyway. +18 mdni as always. (@somnambulic-thing you inspired me to write from Eddie’s pov! 💖)

cw: smoking (weed and nicotine), R’s hair is mentioned but unspecified texture/length, also wears Eddie’s shirt, R has breasts + V,  Eddie and Reader are both varying degrees of stoned while performing sex acts (please be safe IRL and don’t read if that makes you uncomfy!!), pt. ii will have: voyeurism (Eddie and R fool around and Steve watches), blow jobs, masturbation, both the boys being Down Bad™️

wc: 2.5k (part i)

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The sun has sunk low over Forest Hills, Eddie’s room cast in deep blue where the golden path of his bedside lamp doesn’t touch.

He’s lighting up a post-sex cigarette, one of the best things this shitty world has to offer, in his opinion- second only to feeling your warm body against his; writhing and wriggling with pleasure, neck craned to let him lick the sloping sweat from your skin- or times like now, when you’re calm and satiated, nude under the comfort of sheets and the weight of your head on his chest.

Casting a hand out to shuffle blindly through the bedside table, Eddie wraps his other arm around the sleepy length of you, pulling you tighter to himself; your response a wordless, happy little noise. His hand deep in the drawer catches on a stray cigarette, then around the hard plastic of a spare lighter. With a sigh of contentment, he kisses the top of your head before bringing the filter to his lips.

Sparks catch under his thumb, cherry of the cig burning red- like some sort of sleeper agent responding to the click, you sit up with a jolt, stealing the mess of sheets upwards, exposing Eddie’s lower half to the cool air.

Eddie swears, startled- thinking you were almost asleep, he’d been nearly careless with the open flame- tossing the lighter aside, he reaches towards your back that now faces him. “Jesus, babe. Give a guy some warning before you snap to attention like a damn general.”

Thumb pressed to the notches of your spine, palm wide around your lower back, Eddie can feel the quiet giggle that shakes through your ribs.

 “Sorry,” you whisper once you’re finished, still staring at the far wall like you're trying not to break a spell. Your arms are crossed, sheets bunching around your chest- “Had a thought.”

“Must’ve been a good one,” Eddie muses, thumb following the line of your spine down, like he’s petting an oversized cat.

In true feline fashion your back arches into his touch, encouraging his palm to sweep up again, to your shoulder blade this time as you murmur, “I wanna go swimming.”

“Okay.” Eddie’s immediately agreeable, taking a long drag from the cig, letting smoke fill out the hollows around his lungs. “We’ll go to Lover’s Lake tomorrow. Heard it’s gonna be a hot one.”

Hawkins is having a record heat wave for the second summer in a row- as if all the damn underground monster shit and horrific earthquakes of last year weren’t enough already: global warming to top it all off. The sun has been merciless these last few weeks, peaking midday, nothing for it but to lie in a heated daze on the kitchen tiles of whoever’s house is the least amount of bitch to get to.

Not that Eddie’s complaining about you being half-naked most of the time. He thinks this is the year you might actually kill him, now that he can touch you, call you his- every curve of upper calf in those short shorts, every soft slip of stomach peeking out from cropped tops- he’s got enough spank bank material to last until his deathbed. (Which he’s decidedly allowed to joke about, since, ya know, the whole almost-dying thing last spring.)

Eddie moves on haptic memory to set aside his cigarette, searching pinky-out for the lip of the ashtray (ceramic, with a poorly-drawn Snoopy, the ears far too big- you’d laughed until you cried over it at the thrift store; he was fifty cents poorer that day but rich and dizzy off your glee). 

“No, not the lake. And I wanna go swimming now.” There’s a hint of petulance in your voice, walking the thin line of childish whine that only appears these days after you’ve smoked, tongue and desires loosened and lax with the help of the finest hash stash in Hawkins. 

There’s a smile threatening to split Eddie’s face in two. He’s been working at that hard-won wall of your solitude for ages now, showing rather than telling you it’s okay to ask for things, that you’re safe to make requests and hell, even demands, from him. Eddie’s not sure what he wouldn’t do for you, at this point- hasn’t found that line yet. Probably doesn’t exist.

A monster of my own design, he thinks, fondly, sweeping the hair from your neck so he can see the outline of cheek and jawbone, reflective with lamplit glow. “Baby, there’s nowhere to swim right now- it’s dark and that’s not real safe. Tomorrow I’ll make us some sandwiches- we can drive out to the lake, you can get stoned and I’ll play lifeguard.”

It’s probably too much to hope you’ve swallowed this bitter pill of compromise in silence, but based on the lack of response, it’s certainly possible. Eddie presses his thumb into the muscle where your neck meets shoulder, massage a silent apology for saying no when you’d been so good to ask. 

Crickets chirp in chorus outside, sound dampened by the glass window- he needs to open it soon, get the hot air out and night breeze flowing (though he is loath to replace the heady smell of sex wrapped like a cozy blanket around his room).

He feels you shuffle under his hand, eyes popping open to watch- you’ve tucked your chin over the dip in your shoulder, looking down the slope of your own nose at him, an expression on your face that makes Eddie’s stomach flip (with nerves, fear, excitement, hard to pinpoint exactly).

Your voice is quiet but steady when you speak, Eddie’s massaging fingers freezing to a halt when you say, “I know a place, open right now, with a lit-up pool. And a lifeguard.”

A thin tendril of smoke from the ashtray floats into Eddie’s vision as he stares blankly at the ceiling for a moment. Then he sits up, crushing the cherry into Snoopy’s wavered outline (sorry, pal) before brushing arms with you, patient and stern with a headshake to match- “No way, sweetheart.”

“Why-y?” That petulance is back, Eddie’s heart kicking up in response; it’s your turn to give the physical affection, winding your arms in a closed loop around his neck, forehead bumping against his jaw as he works it back and forth. 

His stitched-tight resolve quickly unspools as the wet plush of your lips track a path across his throat; he clears it before squeezing at your side again, one last argument to try and stick like cooked spaghetti to a wall. “You’re high.”

You snort, puff of breath sending goosebumps across his skin, rapidly cooling from lack of your affection- “Yeah, and you’re not. So you can drive us there, and then smoke again with me before we go in, and Stevie boy will keep us safe in that nice, heated, well-lit pool of his.”

Even as you speak, Eddie’s shaking his head, but it’s more in disbelief of his own weakness (namely: you). He slips a hand to your cheek, pulling back to take you in- mischief shimmering like twin stars in your eyes as you lock onto his gaze, lips parting pliant when his thumb swipes at your bottom lip. 

“You gonna behave yourself?”

It’s less of a question and more of a check-in, the meaning behind the words an undulating variable, a riddle with a thousand different answers.

The one you do give is complimented by a wicked grin, punctuated with a quick kiss (awfully chaste, considering your bare front pressed against his), your mirthful delight at having won both unsettling and tantalizing.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

With a sudden push to his chest, Eddie goes down easy for you, hair spreading riotous across the pillow as you move with shocking fluidity to throw a leg over his hip. Your hands meet in the middle of his chest, just under the rippling ink of a crow in flight, settling your weight comfortably on his stomach. 

Eddie’s sure you can feel his pulse, jack-rabbit fast, as you dip to kiss beneath his jaw. His hands automatically settle on your hips, grip tightening with each loving kiss you scatter over his collarbones, his sternum.

He’s half-hard under the sheets by the time your lips find the hitch of his ribs, stuttering and expanding to meet your mouth- can’t be faulted, really, not when your bare chest gleams in the low light, the top of your head imploring for the warmth of his wide palm to rest. 

Just when Eddie thinks he’s in the clear, that the call of your needs (evident in the slickness pooling just under his navel where your naked cunt rests) will drive the call of your wants to distraction, you sit up again, using your planted hands as leverage to swing completely off and away.

The coldness of your absence is cruel and unusual punishment. Eddie groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, deciding right then that he won’t be above begging tonight- when you suddenly reappear with a clean beach towel in either arm, pulled from the bowels of his closet.

There’s youthful, honest enthusiasm to your movements- something that’s catching, apparently, ‘cuz Eddie’s tipping himself out of bed with a resigned sigh, pulling boxers over his flagging dick and answering your spree of questions about these new evening plans.

“Sure, bring a water bottle. No, babe, we don’t need sunscreen- it’s night. Yeah, I’ll bring more weed. How ‘bout you bring me that old shoulder bag and we can bring some stuff with us.”

As you work on digging through the mess of a combined closet to find something suitable for swimming, Eddie folds the two towels that you’d found along with a baggie of joints into the bag. You’re humming under your breath while getting dressed, and Eddie’s staring at all the leftover space- what does one pack for a nighttime high swim with one’s girlfriend and the guy you’ve both sort-of mentioned threesoming with?

He tosses in a well-loved edition of your favorite book of poems, figuring the Harrington abode will have plenty of snacks. Food for the mind, he thinks, then snorts at his own joke. 

“C’mon, snorty.” You beckon from the doorway, an old t-shirt of his just swishing past the dark strip of your bikini bottoms, van keys held aloft. 

At the front door, there’s a brief argument about coats (you think you’ll be fine without, Eddie disagrees vehemently) which Eddie wins, wrangling your arms into the sleeves of his oil-stained work jacket before locking the front door behind you both.

Eddie smiles, a secret, pure thrill watching you tiptoe gingerly across the gravel on bare feet (too stubborn to actually wear the sandals that hang from either hand). His coat is bunched up around your ears while your legs poke out like some sort of winterized bird with bare legs. 

There’s a bright pang of love that suddenly hits hits sideways, a dizzying urge to sink on denim knees to the ground, sharp rocks be damned, just to kiss the tender spot behind your knees, to feel the hill of your calf under his tongue…

Your giggle breaks his reverie, impatient and pointed jiggling of the locked passenger handle clunking out into the quiet park. “Quit staring, weirdo. You coming?”

Hope so, Eddie thinks, spinning the key ring in looping arcs around his pointer finger. He bypasses the porch steps completely, boots hitting the gravel with a satisfying crunch. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Your cheery mood is sustained during the short car ride as you chatter animatedly about some coworker drama that you forgot to catch him up on, Eddie’s hand drawn like a magnet to your upper thigh while he drives. 

But by the time he’s pulling the van next to Harrington’s beemer, your eagerness has waned, speech drifting off into silence once he’s parked. 

“Hey.” His voice draws you back to him, a bit, your eyes too wide and roving for his liking, coat sleeves clenched around opposing fists as you hang onto his words. “Sweetheart. We don’t have to go inside. Can go anywhere- diner for some food, back home, the damn trash heap for all I care. Just want you to feel safe.”

“I do,” you counter, earnest but chest still punching a fast rhythm. “I feel safe. I just… you think he’s even awake?”

There’s a yellow glow coming from one of the second-floor windows. Your fingers twist harshly around fabric in the dark, breath loud. 

Eddie nods, then kills the engine and grabs behind his seat for the Ziploc of pre-rolls, an offering held to you between two ringed fingers. “Want a bit of Green Courage before going in?”

The van windows are soon fuzzily obscured with a haze of smoke, sprinklers for the pristine lawn nearby hissing to an automated start at the turn of 11 PM. The weed coaxes your earlier state of relax to the forefront, this time with an added layer of giggles, which Eddie finds desperately cute. 

He’s sure he’s high now, too, ‘cuz he’s unintentionally focusing really hard on your lips as you speak, and you’re letting him, corner of your mouth quirking when you ask, “Gonna take me inside, Munson?”

“Uh huh.” An automatic response, just so he can keep staring- when you pop the handle of your door open Eddie reaches, faltering before landing on your face, cupping the tilt of your cheek- “Meant it. Earlier. Just say the word. Take you anywhere.”

Weed fragments his speech but you melt with understanding, leaning into his hand, your lashes sweeping sweetly at the bridge of his thumb as you whisper, “Okay.”

You’re out the door and he’s left scrambling in the wake, hauling the strap of the packed bag over one shoulder and snapping up your forgotten shoes from the footwell. He locks the doors (nevermind that this is a nice neighborhood, can’t trust rich people farther than he can throw ‘em and Eddie has always been better at running over shotput on field days) and hikes it across the grass to where you stand, a beacon of beauty under the porch light.

“Ready?” he asks.

Your bare foot- flecked with wet grass- trails up the back of your opposing leg, veins at the whites of your eyes spidering pink with anticipation (and the fresh joint) as you turn to smile at him. “Yeah. Bring it on.”

“Your wish, my command,” Eddie says, winking, knuckles pulled into a fist to rap at the front door of one Steve Harrington. 

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[END: PART ONE]

[traumatizedpomelo]

i, somebody who has only ever watched one (1) anime, attempts to guess what they're about

this is based almost entirely off of various edits I have accidentally come across online

bungou stray dogs

famous authors are turned into twinks?

bandage boy and redhead god have an enemies to lovers arc! they even have their own convenient partnership name!

apparently the tiger is the MC? unclear. the fandom seems to think that bandage boy is the MC.

is bandage boy bi or just in the closet? also unclear!

they're all twinks but small angry redhead god is the twinkiest of them all

mersault???

Tired Blond Dad

jujutsu kaisen

gay and sad

again, MC is unclear. is it pinkie pie or Gojo?

like half the problems would be solved if Gojo and Geto were allowed to just be in a romance novel instead of whatever this is

pink boy and spiky hair boy are just satosugu 2: electric boogaloo

Geto gets skinjacked?

CURSES

sukuna.........is basically Venom??

geto has a dragon, that's pretty sick actually

death note

main character (light?) is a strange feral gremlin

other (?) main character L has a Javert-esque obsession with catching light, I'm not even sure how he figured out all of these random deaths were apparently connected

the death spirit kinda looks like the cartoon Joker when you think about it

you write the name in the book, that person dies. do they all die in the same way, or...??

dungeon meshi

great british bakeoff but in fantasy land and with higher stakes

blond guy has puppy energy

if blond guy is a puppy, then blond girl is the one who holds the leash and keeps him from running straight into traffic

small?? man?? looks like a child, i'm not sure if he actually is a child??

somehow has the capacity to make unholy horrors look kinda appetizing

my hero academia

no

demon slayer

the one with the pig mask is actually gorgeous

the sister is a demon??

one guy has french fry hair and he likes the demon girl? unclear

are there any adults in this show? remains to be seen!

haikyuu

volleyball

tall angry one and small batshit feral one?

this kind of just seems like all for the game but with lower stakes

i had a friend who was really into this, he would beg me to play volleyball with him despite him a) being like half a foot taller than me, b) being way more athletic, and c) having little to no perception of the first two things, resulting in me getting smacked in the face with the full force of his serve on multiple occasions

Fun Orange Team vs Angsty Black and Red Team

spy x family

are they working for different organizations or the same ones? idk they're spies

the small pink child is seemingly aware of this

small pink child plays matchmaker for x amount of seasons

she really likes peanuts?

Big Dog

[phantompanties]

Fuck it im doing it and im having fun!!!

Lucius's nsfw alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

He’s the sweetest, softest partner ever. He’ll get you water, carry you to the bathroom, apply soothing creams if you went rough, run you a bubble bath, and even get you snacks if you want. If he’s subbing, he’ll be a blubbering mess of “thank you, master” and “I love you” After that, whether it be top or bottom, he’s clingy and snuggling you like he’s your second skin.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it’s his many tattoos, his pretty hands, and his cock (lol) boy is obviously proud of his size and body mods, and he adores it when his partners love them too.

On his partners, it's mainly their chest, ass, hips, and genitals, but also secretly their heart. If he really loves you, he’ll rest his head on your naked chest (using his magic to remove his horns, ouch) and listen to your heartbeat.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Due to his nature as a sex demon, he cums A LOT. He cums so much you’re amazed he has any left when he’s done. His favourite place to cum is inside his partners, of course. But he won’t say no to literally anywhere else. He gets a rush seeing his partner marked in any way with his demonic seed. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Because he is an eldritch demon, he secretly fantasizes about opening up your skin and eating your heart. To his kind, eating your lover’s heart is the ultimate romantic gesture in a macabre way. He knows though, that he cannot do that, so he settles for listening to your beautiful heartbeat. It brings him just as much joy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously. Boy is a sex demon who’s lived thousands of years. He’s had more partners than the number of atoms on your pinky finger.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t particularly have a favourite when he’s domming, but if he loves you, he enjoys the mating press because of how close the two of you are, and how he can see your eyes rolling back into your head. When he’s subbing, he doesn’t have a preference. He’ll do anything you want him to do and thank you for it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

This boy LOVES being a total goober. He feeds mostly on the enjoyment of his partners, so when they’re having fun, it’s like a 5-star dessert. He likes to tease and make his lovers laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean-shaven, totally smooth. He wants to show off that diamond on his pubic bone.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

If you’re just another one of his normal “meals”, he’s pretty romantic in a general sense. He usually gets summoned by lonely humans who crave intimacy, so he’s more than happy to give them what they want. If he’s in love with you though, he is a SAP. he’ll wrap his tail around you (if you’ll allow him), hold you so close that your skin is practically fused, whimper “I love you’s” and call you every petname he can think of.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since he feeds off the pleasure of others, he prefers to have a partner. That being said, if you want to watch him play with himself whether it be with just his hands or with a toy up his butt, he’ll be all over it. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t think there's a single kink this man wouldn’t do. If it’s what you want, he’ll do it. You want him to spank you red? He’s grabbing the paddle. You wanna lick his horns? He’s lowering his head for you. You want him to suck your toes? He’s all over them. You wanna peg him? He wants you to peg him too. ANYTHING.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere and everywhere. Private, public, doesn’t matter. Whatever you want, babe. Just say the word. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Since he feeds on pleasure, his need for sustenance is the biggest reason. Boy’s gotta eat, right? If he loves you though, having you be happy is added to that. He’s such a sucker for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Although I said he’d do anything and everything, he wouldn’t do anything that’d push boundaries. He lives off his partner’s pleasure, so if you’re not having fun, or want to stop, he’ll stop. Is it ironic that a demon does the bare minimum better than some humans? Yes. but yknow, it’s my fantasy, I do what I want.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Boy fucking howdy this man loves oral. He has a six-inch long, pierced, forked tongue, and he knows how to use it. If you have a pussy, he’s IN THERE tongue fucking you until you scream. If you have a cock, he’s wrapping his tongue all around it and jacking you off with his prehensile muscle. Cum is one of his favourite foods, so he’ll jump on any chance he’ll get, baby.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like his pace would rely on the mood at the time tbh. If you’re having a sweet sensual moment, he’ll be slow and sweet. If it's like a quickie or you’re getting rough, he’ll be railing you so hard and fast you’ll have a headboard-shaped dent in your wall.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes his energy will be low and he’ll require a quickie to pep up. It’s kind of like having a granola bar when you skipped breakfast for him. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Like I keep saying, he’ll do anything you want him to. He has years and years and years of experience under his belt, so there’s hardly any experimenting left for him. But for you, the vastly less experienced mortal, he’ll experiment with you all day long. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Bro’s a demon. He has enough energy to power the entirety of Russia. When he gets into it and siphons that sweet lust from you, he can go all day and all night and still have cum in his balls.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He LOVES toys! He probably has a secret hiding place filled to the ceiling with all kinds of stuff. He loves stuffing his partner with dildos, vibrators, plugs, beads, what have you. It gives him such a thrill to see his partner’s holes filled and them shaking from the stimulation. And OF COURSE, he loves being stuffed with toys himself. He really gets off on his partner watching him fuck himself stupid on a huge dildo. Like I keep saying, your pleasure is his pleasure. Whatever you want is what you’ll get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this boy loves to tease so much. To him, humans are adorable, so it makes his heart soar when his partner whines and begs for him to cut it out. It’s kind of like when you annoy your pet by blowing on their ears or something. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY. IS. A. WHIMPERER. He makes the most PATHETIC moans and whines even if he’s topping. He can’t help himself, your pleasure is just so damn delicious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I like to think he isn’t the biggest fan of shower sex. Like, yeah, he’ll do it, but the problem is the fact he’s too tall for most human showers and bumps his head and horns on damn near EVERYTHING. By the end of it, he needs an ice pack to soothe the swelling bump on his forehead from whacking it on the curtain rod too many times. Poor boy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches (17.78 cm) hard, fades to glowing teal at the tip like his horns or tattoos, pierced with 4 frenum ladders, 3 near the tip, one near the base. Big full balls, very smooth and pretty. Oh, also his hole glows teal too lmaoooo

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s an incubus. He wants to fuck 24/7. That isn’t to say he can’t control himself, though. He has fantastic self-control. He’s like a well-trained dog with a treat on its head.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As a demon, he doesn’t need to sleep. Usually after his normal “meals” have fallen asleep, he’ll hang around, maybe clean up the room until the contract ends at sunrise. If he was summoned, he’d take his partner’s soul along with him. If you’re in a pact and he’s in love with you, he’ll either watch you sleep all night with hearts in his eyes or do something to pass the time like chores or some kind of hobby he picked up. If he’s low energy though, he’ll conk out pretty fast. That hardly ever happens, though.

[ihopesocomic]

i’m so excited to eventually meet the Red Stone pride, the characters seem so diverse and interesting! Baobab- loud prankster trans lion? yes please!! Heather and Rose also interest me some, i’m interested in their interactions. and of course, Periwinkle! and Daffodil <333 also— i’m exited to learn more about Larkspur, he seems like a sweet boy

also the designs are Red Stone are absolutely top-tier! Forget-Me-Not’s flower, Aloe’s adorable hair tuft, Daffodil’s heterochromia, Hibiscus’ unique reddish color, Rose’s pink eyes, Heather, Periwinkle, and Larkspur’s unique blue-grey hues. i gotta draw these kids sometimes aaaaahh <333

I'm super excited for the Red Stone arc too. Especially when it comes to writing Aloe and her interactions with her cubs. Really want to get that 'good mom with the mental health issues' represent out there. And Baobab is especially dear to me in that regard. I love how he's the most well-adjusted, appreciated little guy in the pride just because. Same goes for Larkspur, I'm so looking forward to y'all seeing the arc we have planned for him.

You'll love it - pinky swear!

And yes, everybody in this pride is just so fun because it's a mixture of lions vs. the family groups we've seen so far, so that leaves room for a lot of stories and fun designs. c: - RJ

[geordikisser]

pinkie promise kisses. ౨ৎ

charlie x casper | fluff & semi suggestive

☆ a/n: thinking about my yv boys frowns extremely loudly everyone in the room can hear. there’s no general direction for this little sweet write but we’ll see where it goes :-p didn’t revise this either so idk if there’s any errors,,,,,,☆

casper was working on the kitchen, back to the window as they chopped away at the carrots as drive by incubus played on their mini miffs speaker charlie bought them for christmas. casper wanted to surprise charlie with a meal before he got back from work, casper didn’t like the fact his diet consisted of pizza and calzones for dinner. so, they try to make dinner before his shift ends.

as the front door begins to unlock to casper’s surprise, they see the dirty blond walk inside. “hey cas, cooking?” he grinned at them cheekily. casper raised a brow at him, confused. “charlie? why so early?” they ask, setting the knife down. “lunch break! decided to use it to see you today.” he responded, walking his way over to them and wrapping his arms around them. hands drifting down to their waist comfortably as casper leans in and places their hands on his chest, melting into his touch. snuggling him.

“thanks. i started to miss you.” casper admits, tone flat. casper has held onto that so ‘cool’ facade a bit from highschool, it’s their last bit of their teenage years & charlie notices that nonchalant behavior from them sometimes. he knows they’re being endearing with it but have difficulty showing it sometimes. “you’re welcome my love.” charlie murmurs in a low tone into casper’s ear. their heart rate increasing & face feeling hotter. charlie knew how to slip his tongue when it counts, he is shameless with it.

charlie looks up at the cutting, admiring his clean and perfectly diced the vegetables were. “what you cooking?” he hums as casper turns back to the cutting board. charlie standing behind them as they sliced the veggies. “a simple curry. potatoes, carrots, beef. real simple but yummy.” they hum in response to their boyfriend. charlie letting out a satisfied hum in response. “i love your cooking, cas.” he said as cas smiled softly in response. “thank you charlie, i’m glad you do.” they stammer out softly, shying up a bit as they put the knife down once again. charlie begins to giggle, kissing casper’s cheek. “d’aww don’t tell me that’s what gets you!” he giggles as casper squirms underneath his grasp.

“s—stoppp!!” casper giggles as charlie burrows his head into their neck, smothering it in kisses. “i’ve said worse.” he smiles as he pulls back near their ear. “like how great you feel in my arms.” he whispers, hands trailing down a bit more to their thighs. “and how nice it is to know such a pretty thing like you is into some scrub like me who don’t know what shit bout.” he snorts. casper scoffs, letting out a giggle. “TLC mentioned?” they smirked as charlie chuckles. “so smart casper. getting all my shitty references.” he smooches their cheek as casper turns to face charlie, leaning against the counter. arms around his neck. charlie’s smile only increased their already intense heart rate.

casper’s hands massaged the back of his neck then slowly slid to face to cup his cheeks. thumb rubbing his cheek. “my pretty boy, charlie.” they sigh. “oh whatever will i do with you.” they gasp dramatically. charlie offended. “hey! what does that mean!!” he laughed as casper giggled and dramatically looked away. “my lovely boyfriend! childhood bestfriend and high-school crush!” they sobbed out. “so reckless,,” they coo sadly. charlie’s laughter continuing, a tint of confusion lacing his laughter. “casper, you’re freaking me out!! what!!” he exclaimed. “so reckless to forget i bite back!!” they growl, beginning to kiss and nip charlie’s neck. charlie gasping, and laughter filling up the kitchen. “c—casper!!” charlie pants out as his face tickled a warm red. his laughter transitioning into heavy breathing. “casper,,,” charlie quietly groans, back against the sink counter now.

“yessss?” they coo, looking up at the blond. “you want to handle this in the kitchen cuz i can get down! but it’s also just—,, unsanitary, sweetheart.” he chuckles out nervously. casper rolling their eyes as they lean back on top of charlie, against his chest. “you’re right, my sweet sweet chuck.” they sigh, nuzzling in. charlie grins, placing a hand on theo waist. “this reminds me of when we went to your house for christmas one time,, during high school.” he starts, casper listening intently. “you wanted to decorate this,, cookie house cause i’m allergic to gingerbread.” he chuckles, casper letting out a light laugh. “and even if i wasn’t, gingerbread is so gnarly anyways.” he scoffs. “but anyways, you accidentally exploded the frosting everywhere on our house and i was so mad cuz it got on my pjs.”

“i said sorry!!” casper exclaims as charlie chuckles. “i know!! funny to remember though, anyway,, i was so mad i used my frosting as a weapon against you.” he smiles fondly at this memory. “like a laser beam or a water gun or some shit.” he waves his hand around to animate his storytelling. “and you surrendered eventually ,, and u remember you said—“

“thou my liege has sense no error in his judgement.” casper and charlie said in unison. both taken aback, they begin to laugh. “and then i unarmed the frosting and sprayed you with it again!!” casper laughed, heartedly as they gripped onto charlie’s shirt. charlie giggling as he held them close. “you punk!! you remember!” he scoffs as they grin mischievously. “how could i forget! my mom was so mad we got the frosting everywhere!!” they laughed as charlie gave them a sweet smile. he looked into their eyes gently, casper slowly beginning to calm down and smile back. “remember what we promised after that,,” he asked, his tone lower than before. casper getting sweet butterflies in their stomach.

“we promised we wouldn’t do anything as stupid as that again,,” casper’s finger trails down charlie’s chest as he held them close. “and we promised to never betray eachother like we did then. and always have eachothers backs when they to the wall.” casper’s smile fades comfortably as they leaned against charlie. charlie melting into their touch. “yeah,, we did.” he affirms. “and we stayed true to it after all that time. we even remember the memory play by play,,” he kisses their head gently. “my wonderful casper. id be a total wreck with you by now.” charlie nuzzled his nose into their head. “id be a bigger one.” casper sighs. “you have no idea, charlie.” they mutter lowly. “i’ll forever remember that pinkie promise.” he laughs softly. casper having an idea.

“let’s make another.” they smile, looking up at him. charlie nods, “of course!” he lifts his hand, interlocking their pinkies together. “let’s promise to keep ourselves away from some frosting for one.” charlie laughed as he nodded. “oh for sure.” he smiles. “and—,, that we will hold each-other like this for days to come.” they look away bashfully as charlie’s eyelids lower, feeling absolutely smitten. “maybe we should,, lock this promise for sure,, yk for safe keeping.” he hums with a grin. “with what?” casper hummed curiously. charlie cupping their face wit his free hand once again, and pulls them in for a long but gentle, tender kiss. casper smiles at him, getting shy once again and burrowing their head into charlie’s chest, charlie laughing as he held them close. “you’re so silly!! cmon— you gotta finish prepping dinner tonight!! my break is almost up!!”

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello! How are you my dear?

I came back with a new request! This time with a little mix up of fandom, hopefully that's ok?

I was thinking about the boys receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush for the first time!

Could please write for ryusui (Dr stone) and tecchou ( bungou stray dogs)?

Thank you!

Oh my goodness anon I’m so sorry that I took so long to write back! My life has been so busy and I just blanked out on what I should write! I hope you can forgive me and please enjoy 💖

Ryusui and Tecchou when they receive a kiss from their crush💕

Ryusui: pre petrification 

Ryusui invited you to his home cinema to watch your favorite movie because he’s somehow never seen it before

Everything is set up perfectly: he has your favorite snacks, a cozy blanket for both of you to share, drinks, the best luxury recliners known to man

Today was the day he was finally going to do it, he was going to ask you to be his!

When you arrive he greets you excitedly and escorts you to the theatre 

That’s when everything goes wrong💀

First he spills the popcorn on the floor

Then when he hands you your drink, his hand slips making it fall all over you 

After you got into a new pair of clothes his a/c went out so it was extremely hot in there 

THEN the movie kept acting weird so he had to keep trying to figure out what was wrong with the projector 

But after the whole catastrophe, you both finally sat down and enjoyed the movie 

Your “favorite” movie

“Wow (y/n)! This movie was amazing! No wonder La La Land is your favorite movie!”

“…yeah it is!”

👁️👄👁️

“La La Land isn’t your favorite movie is it?”

“N-no…” 

He was so devastated!

This whole thing was pointless. He thought he ruined everything! There was no way he could ask you out now!

A small sigh and giggle escape your lip

You kiss his cheek shyly

“I still had a great time Ryusui. Thank you for everything!” You pack up your belongings and head to the door. “Oh and Ryusui?”

“Hm?” 

“I like you too.”

Maybe this night wasn’t so bad 

Tecchou: before Fukuchi’s whole plan thing 

You worked at the front desk 

You would always greet everyone and of course they would always greet you back but Tecchou was the only one to ever have a conversation with you

And everyone knew why, but of course not you 

Everyday he would talk to you about something different 

“Yeah strawberries with ketchup are the best. Something about how both the reds mixing together is so appealing.” Or “Tell me, is it hard to live without an ability?”

One day you were informed that he’ll be going on a long mission, so you wouldn’t have your daily talks

But that wasn’t your main concern, it was the rank. He was supposed to go into one of Japan’s most dangerous areas, with no way of contact to anyone else.

“I don’t know Tecchou, there has to be another way to carry this mission out, or at least someone can go with you, even if it’s someone as weak as me at least I’ll be there!”

You tear up as he packs his bag 

He’s honestly glad his back is to you or else you would’ve seen him blush

“I’ll be fine (y/n). This is part of being a hunting dog.”

He carries his bag as he walks to you

“Please don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to cry.”

You wipe your tears as an idea strikes you

“At least let me give you something before you leave, but you have to promise to return it to me when you get back!” 

He nods and sticks out his pinky, remembering the time you told him how pinky promises are the most sacred vow 

You wrap your pinky around his, then you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek

Both of you are redder than the strawberry ketchup mixture

He smiles and pulls his hat over his face as he walks towards the door

“I promise I’ll return it to you when I get back.”

[mushroommanstan]

For your creepy Tenko series I'm totally the type of person to go up to him and try to fact check. Like I would see this guy being bullied get concerned and try to be his friend. Oh boy him dealing with a woman who discovers that he did something that was not his fault as a child and he's been tormented ever since yeah no I would be his friend... Then totally fall for him. You just made him far too precious!

Fact check

College au Tenko

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As usual, people whispered and heckled quietly as he walked by in the halls. It was annoying for sure, but he had to admit, if there was one thing good about being a social pariah it’s that people always clear a path for you. And considering how crowded the halls get, it comes in handy.

So after so many years of not having to watch where he was going, I guess he couldn’t be blamed when he bumped into you, falling onto his ass with a “oof”. There were a few gasps from the audience, stilling and waiting to see if you would melt into a pile of rushed apologies like any normal person.

“Watch it asshole!”

Almost everyone erupted with a chorus of “oooooooo” like they were elementary school kids watching a classmate being taken out into the hall. He rolled his eyes at their exaggeration, picking himself back up and dusting off his pants before turning to you, still expecting an apology or something even though it was clearly his fault.

The friends you were gabbing with all took a step back from you, leaving you to unknowingly face this demon alone.

You recognized him almost immediately, not by his actual appearance but from the way people would describe certain attributes about him. Jet black poofy hair, blood red eyes, cracks and scars littering his face, yep, that’s the guy. Although you had to admit seeing him in person you realized you had imagined him all wrong. People would describe his features like they were telling a ghost story but in reality he was pretty… cute.

“Oh, you must be Shimura right? I’ve heard about you, nice to meet you in person.” You stuck your hand out, inviting him for a handshake to which he just raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. Really? This is a joke right? You’re asking him for a handshake.

Apathetically, he shook your hand, his unkept fingernails and scratchy skin poking out from under his gloves making you wince a little. His face didn’t change from his disbelieving, mildly annoyed grimace, as if he was saying “are you this stupid” with his eyes.

“So…” you started, playing with your fingers a little bit. “Is it true you… uh… killed people. Like that’s obviously a rumor right?”

He sighed. “Wow, straight to the punch huh? Alright, yes, I did kill people. Quite a few. Happy?”

Your face dropped. That was not the answer you were expecting. Before you figured they were just batshit crazy rumors that would make for a good icebreaker you two could laugh about. I mean, there’s no way any self respecting college would let him in! But….

“Oh. Oh, my god.” You started, your face turning to an expression more familiar to him. “And so, the stuff about you bringing a hand… to…”

Before you could finish your sentence he had already brought it out, wiggling the limp grey appendage in front of your face as people gagged and screamed around you, evacuating and giving you two some privacy.

You were utterly speechless. “I…but…c-can I ask why? Why you…”

He put father back in his pocket and stuck his pinky finger in his ear, looking away from you disrespectfully as he wiped his eardrums with his nails. “You have the internet. Just look up “Tenko Shimura Killer” and you’ll have all the information you need. Can I go now? I gotta get to class and I don’t feel like explaining to the professor how I got caught up in a surprise interrogation.”

Rather rudely, he lightly shoved you out of the way, making you huff. What an asshole! What a rude… intriguing asshole. Hmmm…

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You weren’t expecting so many results to pop up. Whenever normal people search up their names there’s only like one result, maybe two of you’re lucky, but this guy has to have thousands. News reports, sympathy blogs, theorizers, interviews, so, so many interviews. You were actually able to learn a surprising amount from just a single news article, and found he might not be as black and white as you thought.

Yes, he did kill people. But as you came to found out, it was indisputably accidental, something that, from the rumors you’ve heard at the college, has been coming back haunt him for years in the form of unrelenting harassment.

After some digging, you were even able to find a recording of an interrogation he had to go through when he was just a little kid.

(Static buzz + crying)

Cop 1: can you tell us where your family is?

(Silence apart from crying)

Cop 2: Tenko?

Tenko: H-help me… please

Cop 2: That’s what we’re trying to do bud. We just gotta know if you have any living relatives.

(Crying intensifies)

Tenko: …please, you have to help me… I’m sorry!

Cop 1: sorry for what? I don’t have all day shit stain! Now where the hell are your parents?

Cop 2: Jesus Christ Mitch he’s just a little kid!

Cop 1: a little kid who’s wasted half an hour of our time with his “I’m sorry”s and “help me”s. It’s getting old, and we need answers.

Cop 2: he just doesn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind for this. We should call it a night and try it again tomorrow.

Cop 1: like hell we are. He’s not spending another night at the station. Now tell me kid, where! Are! Your! Parents!

Tenko: I KILLED THEM!!!

(Silence)

Tenko: I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I’m sorry!

Cop 2: Jesus

(Sound of person vomiting)

Cop 1: oh god fucking damn it.

End of recording.

You went pale hearing this. He sounded young, too young, and you could feel his despairing sobs nearly breaking your heart in two. Holy hell, oh, just oh my god. That poor bastard! How could people say such terrible things about him when he’s already been through so much!

Under the article, you saw a Reddit post titled “Tenko Shimura harasses hot student, creep gonna creep”, in which someone took a picture of your encounter that day, with him waving the hand in your face. The comments, good lord the comments, they just made you cry even harder.

You shut your laptop. It probably wasn’t your business to meddle in but you didn’t care, you were gonna do what you could to make his life less hellish. He’s been through enough.

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You waited for him in the halls, this time with your eyes trained on the door as you purposefully stand in what would soon be his way. People almost questioned you, almost, but the fierce look of determination in your eyes and your tense stance told them this was not their fight. Didn’t stop them from waiting around in the background though, wanting to see just what you’ll do.

You didn’t know how, but even though you were looking right at the door he still managed to go unnoticed, seemingly camouflaging himself amongst the other students. You only noticed him when he was just about to pass by you, when his hair fluttered and for just a moment his striking red eyes were visible, seemingly glowing from the dark clothing and hair.

You caught his wrist as he passed, and everyone watching tensed. He turned around immediately muttering “who the fuck-“ before you pulled him in for a hug.

He let out a shocked gasp, struggling in your hold as he thought you were attacking him or something.

“I’m so sorry Tenko, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” You whimpered meekly into his chest. He stopped struggling, not having heard that from someone that wasn’t a hero in front of a news camera.

He patted your back awkwardly as he felt his hoodie moisten, realizing you were crying on him… for him. “There there?”

He hadn’t actually expected you to look him up. Maybe skim a few pictures or scroll through Reddit sure but from the looks of you it seems you did more research than he thought you would.

He held you, beyond confused, as you trembled attached to his chest. A crowd formed around you guys and it wasn’t long before some took pictures. He didn’t care though, never did. But still, judging on how it looks he can imagine the way they’ll spin it.

After a moment you rose from his chest and tearfully gave him your number in case he’d ever need someone to talk to, which he skeptically accepted. And eventually, on a cold, lonely night he did find himself in a moment of weakness, so he decided to dial you up even though you might just make him feel worse. You didn’t, you actually listened without judgement, and after that he didn’t feel so reluctant about calling you.

Venting calls turned to causal chats turned to gaming calls, and for once he actually felt like a normal person with normal friends. It struck him that this is what his life could be

If the others just did their fucking research.

[valiantlandpanda]

Leo Valdez x OC (Hela, daughter of Thatanos)

Angst & fluff

Leo always had low self esteem and never talked much about his feelings. Unable to stand the feeling of jealousy, he finally burst.

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It took Leo almost the whole semester just to get close to Hela, so imagine just how ecstatic he was when she finally agreed to date. It began with a simple pinky intertwining till finally, their first kiss.

It was on the roof, one of the many late nights they decided to stay up together to look at the stars, Hela was the one who initiated. It was a simple peck in the nose, but boy did that do the trick. Leo's face was tomato red the rest of the night, Hela's laugh at his reaction was forever imprinted in his head.

But ever since the bus trip, Hela and Jason Grace have been acting closer than before. Leo tried to ignore it, not wanting to come off as being a possessive boyfriend. But frankly, ever since the quest started, it had only gotten worst. They began exchanging nicknames, which was a jab in Leo's heart as it took practically months of him begging before he got a nickname from Hela.

He knew it was irrational and lame of him to be jealous, but how could he not when his competition literally looks like a roman statue hand-carved by Da Vinci himself. Leo on the other hand, he felt like a scrawny little monkey who clowns around in comparison to Jason.

So when Hela leaned backwards towards Jason to take a nap instead of leaning forward to Leo. He snapped, he could feel his heart in the verge of breaking. Was this it? Has she really replaced Leo already?

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"OH, COME ON Hela. I'm not blind, okay!" Leo raised his voice in frustration. "You were very defensive of him the moment he woke up that morning! You stopped calling me with nicknames, and don't you dare think I didn't saw how you both holding hands and hugging either! And now, you even refer each other with nicknames? You don't even like to be called with nicknames!" His voice got a pitch or two higher, his eyes getting glassy with tears. 

Hela reached forward to hug Leo but he slapped her hand away, afraid it she hold him, he'd immediately melt onto her and pretend that nothing was troubling him. But Leo can't take it anymore, the fear of being abandoned was too great that maybe him initiating it would at least make the pain hurt less.

"I know you like him, okay... A-at least just break up with me if you're going to treat him more like your boyfriend than you do with me. I can handle a b-break up- I'm f-f-fine if you break up with me. Just don't go c-cheating on me right when we're still-" He choked up, clearly trying his best not to break down into tears.

Hela stood there, looking around to make sure Jason and Piper hadn't woke up from their quarrel. "I-if you don't want to be the o-o-one who end it, I c-can, just say the w-word and I'll, I'll stop being-"

Unable to stand it anymore, Hela immediately grabbed on to his wrist, "L-let go of me!" Leo tried escaping her grip but failed miserably, she wasn't bothered by it and continue to pull them into a corner.

Using her powers, she made a barrier, allowing them to have the privacy they needed. Hela sat down and make herself comfortable then pull him into her embrace, making him sit of her lap. "Don't bother trying to push me away" She said when Leo tried to escape, he immediately hid his face in the crook of her neck instead. She stroke his hair and whisper soothing words, allowing him cry. 

After a few minutes, Leo's cries reduce to sniffles. Letting out a sigh, Hela positioned both of them so they can see each other face to face. She smiles a little, "I'm sorry, love. It was never my intention to make you feel that way... You're my boyfriend, okay? I'm all yours, not Jason's. And I am sorry if I made you feel any less than that." Hela said while wiping the tears left in his face. 

"I do not have any romantic interest towards Jason. He doesn't remember anything about his life. I am one of the only one who actually know him, that's why he is close to me. That nickname he and I use is just a way to reassure him about his life and hey, you're the only one who called me Hela, no?" Leo nodded in respond.  

"You and my mother are the only ones who ever call me with that name. I let my old friends call my Ash, you know, since I turn things to ash," Hela start bouncing her leg up and down.

"Point is there is only one guy I would ever wanna date and love, a guy who is a genius, funny, handsome, someone who can brighten my day just with a smile. And he is right here in front of my eyes." Hela rest their forehead together. "His name is Leo, not Jason. kay?"

"I'm sorry..." Leo blushed and hid his face in embarrassment. "Aww, don't be soot. I'm glad you told me what's bothering you. I'll try my best to pay more attention to you, but I also need you to be understanding right now, okay? I promise, after this quest, I'll give you all the attention you want." Hela hold his face and gave him a peck in the nose.

"But of course, a five minute break from life won't hurt though," Hela starts pampering Leo's face with kisses and continue to cuddle, Hela always like hugging Leo, his body was like a hot pack, very comfortable.

[sunfloo-wers]

The rambles for W O R M painting!!!

This one’s a long one so get a snack and enjoy the show!

first order of businesses is all the other photos I have!!!!!

Other nature placements that I got:

Then! The individual worms plus the back of the guys in case anyone is curious about the inerworkings and mechanisms:

The little guy in better lightings aka the floor:

progress photos:

The sketch can be seen here if you want to look at it :D AND THATS ALL THE PHOTOS!!!!!

WIND WORBS:

I forgot his legs had skin tone and fucked it up when I went to add them so that’s why it had to be cut out and turned into a month long project! It wasn’t supposed to tale this longggggggg!!!!!

Anyways I love how he turned out and he got a little wind waker too! The embroidery on his knees is little waves and I really wanted to point it out cause they make me so happy :D

I ALSO LOVE HOW HIS HAIR TURNED OUT it looks so floofy :3 he was also supposed to have earrings but I forgot to paint them… you can probably still see them in the paper drawing tho

Okay, so The Wimdy Boy, yes? We love him and you can probably recognize him, but everyone else is also here! Just in case it’s not clear, which I think it should be, but I also just want to talk about them soooooo

Hyrule: the fully green one with speckled bits. He also has the stab scar from Dink in aol that was revealed in “Scars”(I think that’s what it was called? The page with scars tall) He was probably the easiest to make but was also the last one I did so maybe there’s correlation there?

Legend: PINK!!!! I did him so dirty with this one he’s pink with Christmas colored spots and looks so goofy :D I treated his as a kinda dark world form so he had to be pink cause pinky little guy :D The Christmas colors are from his tunic and under tunic! I probably should’ve done a bit of yellow for the embroidery but ah well. He’s also got one of my favorite shapes of all the wormies C:

Warriors: BLUE BOY SO LONG AND FLOWY HE LOOKS LIKE HIS SCORF he’s also got orange bits in reference to his scarf’s embroidery! I know he’s got a lot of green in his design but if I included all the green they’d all look kinda similar sooooooo blue boy :3

Four: RAINBOW LITTLE GUY they’ve also got the goofy face, looks like a muppet, the idiot (/aff) the blending of the colors there was so annoying >:( how could they do this to me :C

Sky: Okay, I really didn't want to do worms in the chain’s clothes but I feel I need a pass for sky! The big sailcloth is so important to his design!!!! And he’s still got the shirt color and red gem bits put into the design too. ANYWAYS CURLY GUY HE DOIN’ A FLIP!!!

Wild: similarly to Sky, he needed the cloak. Without it he would’ve looked way too similar to Wars and I needed a big difference. ALSO HE’S TINY LITTLE GUY LITTLE LITTLE GUY :3

Time: I struggled with his colors but ended up doing the armour colors plus the face scars I SHOULDVE MADE PNE OF THE EYES WHITE NOOOOOOOO I FORGOT :C

Twilight: BIG FLOOF OF FUR THEN THE GREEN/BROWN OF THE REST OF THE CLOTHES!!! I’m so sorry dude, your placement looked okay on the paper but in a 2.5D area he doesn’t look as floaty as the rest :(((

YOU THOUHT WE WERE DONE? NOPE!!!! IT’S PLOT TIME >:3

You can see this one of 3 ways! (All of them can be correct, but they do have different vibes soooo)

Worms, silly worms doing silly stuff :P

The chain has been magically turned into worms! Oh no! What will we do? Luckily Wind is still Hylian so hopefully he can turn them back! For now though let’s have some fun, with the rest of the chain super light, they can play in the Wind Waker breeze :D

THE EVIL WHUMP OPTION >:3

So Wind is looking kinda magical with his white eyes, pose, and he’s got the Wind Waker out so magic is happening no? And yes, it could totally be a breeze summoning song, but you know what else the boy can do? Something questionably okay on mindless monsters and the good of the people and with consent, but if it were to be maybe used on people without their knowledge… that that wouldn’t be good right? :3

YES THE COMAND MELODY! Wind is evil and turned the whole chain into worms on strings because… uhhhh I don’t know why… emotional turmoil, grew-up-too-fast trauma, just wants to finally have a break and play, and you know what he can play with? BAM WORMS ON STRINGS >:3

:3

Even after all the time this took me I am so unbelievably happy with it, I love it so much and might change my pfp to something from it someday AIGUDGIDLHSOYCPJFPUG LITTLE GUYS :DDDDDDDD

Anyways, this has been all I’ve spent my weekends and free time on this past month, so I hope you enjoyed it and the rants! If you’re curious about any portions in particular then absolutely shoot me an ask I’d love to talk more about it!!! :D

[wonibow]

˚ ༘ ( 🥀 ) ⋆˚ ࿐ྂ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦 ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 💋

𝟎𝟗.𝟎𝟏.𝟐𝟐 — 𝟎𝟗.𝟎𝟏.𝟐𝟑 ❤︎

𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⇢ 💌 ;; incoming love letter for @snghnprk !

happy one year to the absolute love of my life! where do i even start...

wow, we've gone through so much in this past year but we did it together and i'm so glad i had you right here beside me through it all. we're not perfect individuals by any means, but we're learning and growing together as we go along and that's what has kept us from drifting apart. i want this to be about our happiest memories and about us, so i'll leave out all the unneeded details, but i hope you know that you've helped me through so much and there will never be enough words in the world that could begin to describe how much i love and cherish you. you mean the world to me and i'd like to stay attached by our red string of fate forever~

you always make me feel like such a princess, always calling me the sweetest pet names and even going out of your way to ruin your angsty emo boy blog theme to reblog pretty pinky things that remind you of me. c': you never fail to make my heart go whooshhh~ and whenever i'm in my sad girlie hours, you're always there to give me infinite snuggles and distract me with the cutest baby videos you find. i couldn't ask for anyone lovelier than you, you've become such a safe space for me and that's all i could ever want in a future husband~

remember that first date we went on? c': where you took me to watch a sunset and gave me a cute necklace which i definitely still wear to this day? remember that phase you went through where you used to toss me over your shoulder almost every day? c': i pretended to hate it but it was so much fun, you always know how to make me giggle. remember all those random love spams you'd send to me while i was asleep? i loved waking up to read them, it was such a good start to my day... waking up to you just makes my day brighter~ remember when we started to plan our wedding just two months after making it official? i guess we always knew we'd stay together for a long, long time, huh? i can't wait for the day it finally happens... there's no one else i'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you, you're my forever~

ahh i'm definitely rambling now but i just... i'm so thankful that i still have you... i can't imagine what i'd be doing without you here... you're so precious to me and i'll love you endlessly, no matter what. thank you for the best one year of jangkku, and for many, many more years to come! i love you to the moon and back, always~ 🌙

from, your future wife who's totally not sobbing sparkly tears while writing this 💗

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ jangkku turns 1 year old ! { 9.1.22 }

[syotoyakurutoki]

After seeing an artist use a colour wheel in order to draw their favourite characters, I felt like doing the same thing and this was the result :3

Pink - Sly the Tasmanian Tiger (This was originally going to be red, but I couldn't think of any favourite gaming characters of mine with that colour, so I picked pink instead and Sly is sort of a pinky brown character, so it counts~ x3) Orange - Crash Bandicoot (Crash has always been a childhood favourite series for me, and Crash is just adorably derpy x3 I do also love Coco and Cortex as well, but Crash is my favourite character overall :3) Yellow - Ratchet (Been playing his games since around 2013, but I adore the series and Ratchet is just so precious~) Green - Luigi (Because of the Super Mario Bros movie, I've had a new-found respect for Weegee and I've always kind of preferred him over Mario x3) Blue - Sonic the Hedgehog (Obviously! x3 I also don't really like any other blue character as much as this cute hedgie~ x3) Purple - Rayman (A new-found favourite, since I only just started playing Rayman back in 2013, but it is such a fun series and Rayman himself is just so funny and cute~)

I think it's safe to say that I think that all of these boys are adorable in my eyes~ x3

Sonic (c) SEGA Crash (c) Naughty Dog Ratchet (c) Insomniac Rayman (c) Ubisoft Sly (c) Krome Studios Luigi (c) Nintendo

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1120: Wolf Cub Crush (King of Fighters)

6:41 p.m. at Pao Pao Café..........

Shingo:You really think Rock Lee and I are similar?

Rock: (Happily Nodded) In more ways than one, yeah. (Picks up a Fry From his Basket) You both are kind-hearted, humble, hard working to the extreme, and don't always rely on any powers to fight your own battles. Like how Lee is one of the only ninjas who can't use ninjutsu or genjutsu-

Shingo: (Eyes Begins to Widened and Sparkle) While I can't create flames for the life of me...We can practically be twins at this point! Hey, you think I can rock Green Beast look?

Rock: Vest and green suit? Definitely. Can't really say the same for the bowl cut though. (Takes a Bite Out of the Fry He was Holding)

Shingo: Yeah, I don't think I can pull off that hairstyle no matter how hard I try.....But I can DEFINITELY pull off the Primary Lotus!....With more training of course.

Rock: Just try not to hurt yourself, okay man? The last thing we want for you is have yourself a concussion.

Shingo: I'll be careful!

Rock: (Pulls Out his Pinky) Pinky Promise?

Shingo: (Let's Out a Sigh as He Crosses his Pinky Together with Rock's) Pinky swear.

?????: Rock, hi!~

Rock turns to see a girl wearing two red bows wrapped around her blue colored pigtails, standing in front of his and Shingo's table with a bright smile on her face.

Rock: (Smiles Back at the Girl) Oh, hey Hotaru. What brings you here this evening?

Hotaru: My friends andvI decided to eat out here for Asami's birthday today.

Rock: Sweet. Tell her I say "Happy Birthday" if you don't mind.

Hotaru: Sure thing!~ How's everything going for you as of late?

Rock: As well as it always been. (Points Hotaru to Shingo Who's Happily Waving at her in Return) Shingo here and I were crusung around the city with my motorcycle till we eventually ended up here.

Hotaru: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) No way. You can drive a motorcycle now?

Rock: Yeah. Been able to do that for like a few months now.

Hotaru: That's so cool. I-

One of Hotaru's Girlfriend: (inthe Distance) Futa-chan!~ Where are you, girl?~

Hotaru: (Turns to her Girlfriends) C-Coming!

Rock: (Snickers a Bit) Futa-chan?

Hotaru: ('Sigh') Yeah, it's a nickname my friends usually call me. It's sounds silly, doesn't it?

Rock: Yeah, but personally, I think it suits you pretty well.

Hotaru: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) You think so? Thanks~ (Smirks Playfully) I think your nickname Rocky, suits you as well~

Rock: (Immediately Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Mary told you about that, didn't she?

Hotaru: Mayyybe~ (Giggles Some More)

Hotaru's Gal Pals: Hotaru!

Hotaru: (Turns Back to her Friends) I said I'm coming!! (Sighs Before Turning Back to Rock Yet Again) I'm sorry, but I have go back to the girls before one of them a blows a casket.

Rock: Hey, don't worry about it. I'm just glad to see you again.

Hotaru: (Smiles Brightly) Same!~ But seriously, I'll see you later, Rock Howard Bogard. (Rushes Back to her Table While Waving Goodbye) You boys have a good tonight here!~

Rock: You too. (Let's Out a Sigh Before Noticing a Sly Smirk on Shingo's Face) What?

Shingo: So that's Hotaru-chan, huh? How do you guys first met?

Rock: In those Yoga Classes Mary would usually bring me to on the mornings- (Notices Shingo Still Smirking at Him) Okay, seriously, why are you looking at me like that?

Shingo: Oh no reason~ Just witnessed a potential connection going on~

Rock: Potential conne- (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Realization) Wait a minute. You think me and her have a thing with one another?

Shingo: Perhaps~ Maybe~ Indefinitely~

Rock: W-Well, you're wrong! Cause we only see each other as friends.

Shingo: Blushes on your cheek says otherwise.

Rock: (Felt the Warmness of his Cheeks Before Turning Away From Shingo) I'm only blushing cause it's hot in here.

Shingo: (Shrugs) Feels nice in here to me. Isn't that right, Bob?

Bob: (Happily Walks By the Boys Table) Yes sir! Our air conditioner here has been off the charts for the five years straight.

Rock: (Grits his Teeth at the Waiter Walking By) Good to know, Bob......

Shingo: Come on, Rock. There's no need to hide it. (Smiles Brightly) You have my support 100%!

Rock: ('Sighs in Defeat') I know and I appreciate it, bud.....But even still, you know my problem with talking to girls is still apparent, right?

Shingo: Yeah, but you've gotten a lot better at it whenever you talk to Kula and Leona. And I didn't see you get nervous once when you were talking to Hotaru-Chan just now.

Rock: Well, yeah, but....that's only cause we know each other for a while now. So talking to her just feels more natural if anything.

Shingo: Exactly! So if you can talk to her just fine, then I don't see you having any problems asking her out one of these days. Plus, I can tell she has feelings for you too.

Shingo points Rock to Hotaru looking at him in the distance before quickly turning back to her friends.

Rock: (Turns Back to Shingo) You really think I have what it takes to ask her?

Shingo: Rock, you're one of the most coolest guys I've ever had the pleasure of meeting in Southtown. I KNOW you can do this.

Rock: (Heart Begins to Melt a Bit by Shingo's Words Before Taking a Deep Breath) Okay. Gimme me your and notebook.

Meanwhile

Hotaru: (Too Busy Talking to her Friends) So then I told Sarah that-

????: H-Hey, Hotaru?

Hotaru: (Turns to see Rock Standing in Front of Her and Her Friends' Table) Why, hello again, stranger~

Hotaru's Friends: Hiiiii Rocky!~

Rock: (Gives Hotaru Deadpinned Look Again) You told them my nickname.

Hotaru: (Smiles Sheepishly and Apologetically at Rock) I'm sorry!~ It sounded so cute that I couldn't help but tell them~

Rock: ('Sigh') Riiight. Anyways, there's....(Looks Away Shyly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth and Blushing) Something I've been wanting to tell-

Hotaru: Can we hang out sometimes, just the two of us!?

Rock quickly turns back to Hotaru who starts blushing as well.

Hotaru: (Clasps her Habds Together in an Apologetic Manner) S-Sorry again! I've been meaning to ask you that the moment I've walked by your table, but I ended up rambling up and chickening out at very the end. ('Sigh') But nonetheless, I completely understand if you're not interested.

Rock: (Starts at Hotaru For a Few Seconds Before Chuckles Lightly) You don't say? Cause I was gonna ask you the same thing too.

Hotaru: (Immediately Gets Up From her Seat) Oh my gosh, really!? No fooling?

Rock: None once so ever. The thought to do so occurred after you left. But in all seriousness, I like talking to you and.....you seem really nice and everything. So I figured maybe if you're not busy over the weekend, that we can hangout and

Hotaru: (Happily Nodded While Holding Both of Rock's Hands) Of course!~ I'm free this weekend. I would love for us to hangout!~

Rock: (Starts Blushing Once More) C-Cool. So um....(Pulls a Piece of Paper Out From his Jacket Pocket and Gives it to Hotaru) Here's my number if you wanna like.....call or....text me or whatever.

Hotaru: Sure thing. I've left my phone on the charger back home. But I'll DEFINITELY be sure to text you when I get back.

Rock: (Smiles Softly) Okay, sure thing. And thanks.

Hotaru: (Gives Rock a Hug) No thank you! You have no idea how happy this makes me.

Rock: Glad I can make your day. B-But anyways, I've kept my friend waiting for long enough now, so I gotta get going

Hotaru: (Finally Let's Go of Rock) OK, sure. You and friend have a good time here, okay?

Rock: (Happily Nodded) Yeah, you guys too. (Turns to Hotaru's Friends) You guys have a good time here and.....Happy Birthday to you, Asami.

Asami: (Giggles Softly) Thank you, Rocky!~

Rock: ('Sigh') Yeah, no problem. (Speed Walks Back to his Seat) See ya.

Hotaru and her Friends: Byeeee!~

Hotaru: (Turns Back to her Friends) Girls, I've just received the number of Rock Howard Bogard!~

Rock begins to smile softly as the sound of Hotaru and her friends squealing in happiness as now been heard.

Rock: (Sits Back Down in his Seat) I'm back.

Shingo: Welcome! I take it things went well with you guys.

Rock: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Gave her my number and everything. We're also scheduled to hang out this weekend.

Shingo: Nice! I knew you had in ya!

Rock: And it's all thanks to you for the most part. You're a good coach, Shingo.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) I only did what's best for my friend. Speaking of which, fair warning, I....might of texted everyone about you guys while you left.....

Rock: (Raised an Eyebrow in Suspicions) Who did you texted?

Shingo: Just our friends: K', Kula, Leona.

Rock: Oh. Well, that doesn't sound too bad-

Shingo: And also your mom and dad.......

Rock: Shingo!

Shingo: (Quick Holds his Hands Up in Defense) Okay, my defense, I forgot to exclude them ogln the group chat.

Rock: (Sighs Heavily While Facepalming Himself) I am gonna have long week ahead of me, aren't I?

Shingo: Maybe, b-but hey! There's no need to worry about now! I mean, it's not those two are gonna somehow up here and-

'Door Opens'

Terry/Mary: Ohhhh Rockyyyyy!~

Shingo: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Complete Disbelief at the Older Couple) !!!

Rock: (Gives Shingo a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You were saying?

Richard: (Happily Walks Out of the Counter to Greet the Duo) Terry! Mary! What brings you lovebirds here?

Terry: 'Sup Richard! We came here to see our son.

Mary: (Smiles Brightly) We heard some exciting news just now and we're dying to get details!

Richard: Good, good. But before you do that, Terry, there's something we need to discuss first.

Terry: Oh... sure, man. What do you wanna talk about?

Richard: Oh it's nothing too grand. (Eyes Begins to Darkened as He Glares at the Legendary Wolf) Just the amount money you owe us in the last couple weeks you came and eat here.....

Bob: (Pulls Up the Long Printed Receipt With a Darkned Look on his Face as Well) Six hundred, fifty five dollars and twenty five cents to be exact.....

The Customers: ('GASPS')

Terry: (Starts Sweating Bullets) .......Okay! So uhh.....I have a perfect good reason as too- (Starts Running Away)

Richard: (Slowly Shakes his Head) They always decide to run.....Bob, make sure our guest doesn't run out that door.

Bob: Yes sir! (Angrily Chase Terry Around the Café) Terry, get back here and pay your bill already!! It's the first WEEK of the new month!!

Shingo: (Flabbergasted at What Happening Right Now Along with Rock) What....are we looking at right now?

Mary: (Walks by the Boys' Table) Krama finally getting the upper hand on wolf boy here. He sneaks out every time a billl was given to him.

Rock: Something tells me that's not too surprising.

Mary: It isn't. But enough about him. (Sits Next to Rock and Hugs) We have SO MUCH about you and little Hotaru right now!~

Rock groans heavily as he reluctantly tells Blue Mary the details of his blooming love life.

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[silascody]

tattoo masterpost.

‘aka fuck knows he has too many and this is gonna be hell to explain from a mun standpoint without a frame of reference i can link to’

‘why are we here’ – back of his right thigh.

die young + skull in a whiskey glass – front of his right forearm.

‘it’s all a blur’ – back of right arm, just above the elbow.

large snake – wrapping around his left forearm with the head finishing on his left hand. 

1991 – on his abs just below his pecs, @jordanmitchell's birth year.

‘why not?’ – just below his right v-line. 

a rose – beside the crease of his index finger and thumb of his left hand. commemorating his 2 week post prison bender with a woman called rose raleigh.

D-I-C-E –  tattooed on his fingers from index to pinky on his left hand dice is the name he uses for dealing. loves to keep that ring finger bent to his palm so he’s throwing up a D-I-E, signature picture pose.

‘bulletproof’ – back of his right hand where it meets his wrist.

‘k’ – right wrist, matches the q tattoo @jordanmitchell has.

large geometric lion – on the inside of his right bicep for his dead brother jack who was a leo. 

skull in a panama hat – left pec. previously hatless but he had the panama added as a tribute to his best friend jasper and their misadventures.

large cannabis leaf – front of his left knee. 

large realistic red knife slash wound – on the left side of his chest, just below his heart. got it 17 when his mother told him the wrong son died to signify that she ripped his heart out. 

503 – top of his left arm. oregon area code. 

hands reaching out from the gates of hell – covering the entire back of his neck to the bottom of his hairline. 

eye in the centre of a spider web – front of his right knee. 

wall of text – near his right ribs. paragraphed collection of various texts @jordanmitchell sent him that he never wanted to lose pre-prison. only legible if he lets you close enough to read them. 

large compass dripping down his spine with red watercolors – his says ‘no-one, nowhere’ in typescript where reference pic says wanderlust.

feather – right shoulder. he doesn’t remember much of his paternal grandmother but she always said falling features brought luck and that stuck with him. 

LUCK in black lettering changed to FUCK! (F + ! in red lettering) – right pec. the red was done in the time that elapsed between his arrest and being sent to prison. he thought it was funny. 

stick and poke knife tattoo – just above the scar on his right shoulder blade from where he was stabbed during his second year in prison. he wanted it to look like he was being stabbed again but his cellmate wasn’t very artistically inclined. he’s glad he doesn’t have to look at it much. 

anarchist symbol on red brick wall – on his stomach. 

dragon – covers most of his right hand.

‘strange boy’ – just above his left heel.

oscar the grouch – inside of his right thigh. got called trash once and said bet. 

forked lightning strike – left ribs.

falling man – just below his left elbow.

born with horns – side of his right forearm. gets drunk and tells people it says born horny.

ak-47 – side of his right calf.

‘dead man walking’ – left shoulder blade. 

skeleton giving two middle fingers – back of his left calf. he likes to be permanently flipping people off when wearing shorts. 

1990 – just above his right foot.

skeleton climbing out of a coffin to do coke – back of his left thigh. 

‘SMOKE WEED DRINK BEER STAY HIGH DON’T THINK’ in black lettering with D, I and E specifically in red – left hip.

a pair of lips – left collarbone. an impression of @jordanmitchell's

‘fuck off!’ – along the side of his right hand. flashes at people in the form of a salute when he’s too tired or high to actually say it. 

[silascodyarch]

tattoo masterpost.

‘aka fuck knows he has too many and this is gonna be hell to explain from a mun standpoint without a frame of reference i can link to’

‘why are we here’ – back of his right thigh. 

die young + skull in a whiskey glass – front of his right forearm.

‘it’s all a blur’ – back of right arm, just above the elbow.

large snake – wrapping around his left forearm with the head finishing on his left hand. 

1991 – on his abs just below his pecks, @jamesmitchel birth year.

‘why not?’ – just below his right v-line. 

a rose – beside the crease of his index finger and thumb of his left hand. commemorating his 2 week post prison bender with @chefraleigh.

D-I-C-E –  tattooed on his fingers from index to pinky on his left hand dice is the name he uses for dealing. loves to keep that ring finger bent to his palm so he’s throwing up a D-I-E, signature picture pose.

‘bulletproof’ – back of his right hand where it meets his wrist.

‘k’ – right wrist, matches the q tattoo @jamesmitchel has.

large geometric lion – on the inside of his right bicep for his dead brother jack who was a leo. 

skull in a panama hat – left pec. previously hatless but he had the panama added as a tribute to his best friend jasper and their misadventures.

large cannabis leaf – front of his left knee. 

large realistic red knife slash wound – on the left side of his chest, just below his heart. got it 17 when his mother told him the wrong son died to signify that she ripped his heart out. 

503 – top of his left arm. oregon area code. 

hands reaching out from the gates of hell – covering the entire back of his neck to the bottom of his hairline. 

eye in the centre of a spider web – front of his right knee. 

wall of text – near his right ribs. paragraphed collection of various texts @jamesmitchel sent him that he never wanted to lose pre-prison. only legible if he lets you close enough to read them. 

large compass dripping down his spine with red watercolors – his says ‘no-one, nowhere’ in typescript where reference pic says wanderlust.

feather – right shoulder. he doesn’t remember much of his paternal grandmother but she always said falling features brought luck and that stuck with him. 

LUCK in black lettering changed to FUCK! (F + ! in red lettering) – right pec. the red was done in the time that elapsed between his arrest and being sent to prison. he thought it was funny. 

stick and poke knife tattoo – just above the scar on his right shoulder blade from where he was stabbed during his second year in prison. he wanted it to look like he was being stabbed again but his cellmate wasn’t very artistically inclined. he’s glad he doesn’t have to look at it much. 

anarchist symbol on red brick wall – on his stomach. 

dragon – covers most of his right hand.

‘strange boy’ – just above his left heel.

oscar the grouch – inside of his right thigh. got called trash once and said bet. 

forked lightning strike – left ribs.

falling man – just below his left elbow.

born with horns – side of his right forearm. gets drunk and tells people it says born horny.

ak-47 – side of his right calf.

‘dead man walking’ – left shoulder blade. 

skeleton giving two middle fingers – back of his left calf. he likes to be permanently flipping people off when wearing shorts. 

1990 – just above his right foot.

skeleton climbing out of a coffin to do coke – back of his left thigh. 

‘SMOKE WEED DRINK BEER STAY HIGH DON’T THINK’ in black lettering with D, I and E specifically in red – left hip.

a pair of lips – left collarbone. an impression of @jamesmitchel

‘fuck off!’ – along the side of his right hand. flashes at people in the form of a salute when he’s too tired or high to actually say it. 

[fernandidilly-yo]

Image Description: Digital Art of My Hero Academia’s class 1-A students, all sporting their own and each other’s Hero Merch. There are five students on each page, there are four separate pages.

Koda Koji (Anima) is the first. His logo is a red A in the middle of a yellow square. The square looks like a square on a quilt, the A looking stitched on. Koda looks nervous, left hand rubbing at his head as he stares uncertain at the viewer. Koda has headphones around his neck, black with the E J logo that is Earphone Jack’s. Koda is wearing a white dress shirt with a blue sweater vest over the top. The light blue sweater vest is Tentacole merch, his symbol over the left breast. Koda’s khaki patchwork shorts are rolled up at the knee. Patches of animals over the legs, a bee and cat patch on his right leg, one of his own logo at his left front pocket. Koda’s socks are mismatched, vertical stipes and horizontal stripes, his shoes are blue and white.

Hagakure Toru (Invisible Girl) is second. Her logo is a large, lowercase I. The outline is a shinny blue, the inside a pastel pink. Hagakure is definitely posing for someone, her back half twisted toward the viewer, her left leg bent all the way up. As she shows off both her bags. She’s wearing a green frog bucket-hat, Froppy merch. Hagakure’s jersey t-shirt is white with gold trim and golden T M on the back, Tailman merch. She has a brown square bag in her right hand, a glittering disco-ball purse on her left wrist, Can’t Stop Twinkling merch. She’s wearing a pink pleated skirt with yellow buckles. Her pink gloves match her skirt. Hagakure’s knee-high socks are pink with blue dripping from the tops, Pinky’s merch. Her jelly shoes seem to be see-through, shiny and squishy looking, they are her own Hero merch.

Sato Rikido (Sugarman) is third. His logo is a large yellow S with two sugar cubes over the top. Sato is rubbing at his left shoulder, arm crossed over his chest, looking relaxed. His arm almost covers his own logo on the front of the yellow tank-top he’s wearing. Sato’s wearing gray gym shorts, with white trim and stripes up the sides. Over his right hip is a pouchbag, red and white with a C on the side, Creati’s merch. Sato is wearing red and white striped socks, and some yellow high-tops with purple accents and purple toes. There are a few grapes on the sides, Grape Juice’s merch.

Ojiro Mashirao (Tailman) is fourth. His logo is a yellow circle outlined by black, the white T and M inside of the circle are stacked on top of each other. Ojiro is in the middle of checking his phone, his pop-socket is Tailman themed, he’s tapping his foot as he texts. He’s wearing a white sweater, an Invisible Girl necklace on top. Ojiro’s wearing normal beige slacks, and plain black dress shoes. His belt is black with a golden buckle. The end of the belt looks like a piece of torn-off tape, Cellophane merch.

Mineta Minoru (Grape Juice) is dead fifth. His logo is two dark purple grapes with a yellow stem, the initials G J carved into the side of the grapes. Mineta is on the ground, face down, his nose pressed to the floor, balls on his head toward the viewer. He looks to be out cold, his legs crumpled under him. He is wearing a dark purple shirt with his own logo on the sleeve, muddy green shorts, and yellow shoes.

Shinso Hitoshi (Mind Blank?) is fifth sixth. He does not have a logo. Shinso is crouching over Mineta, looking down at the other purple boy somewhat curiously. He’s on the toes of his shoes as he crouches, arms resting on his knees. The black tank top Shinso’s wearing is Eraser Head merch, with the word Eraser being a golden yellow, and the word Head being black letters inside of a golden yellow box. Shinso is wearing normal gray gym shorts, and some black lace-up combat boots. The fingerless beige gloves he is wearing have capital D’s on the backs, Deku merch.

(End of Image Description)

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