#did i learn to make gifs only for this???? yeah

[kyri45]

A final letter

Hello Everyone!

The queue is paused and everything is scheduled, which means we are ready for the finale!

I know that, in the end, this was just a silly side project for me, with everything else going on in my life. But for this occasion, I wanted to drop some words here and hope they make sense.

I started watching LMK only because a friend told me there was a "Sonadow-coded" ship. I ended up consuming the entire thing in one sitting on July 10th, 2024. At the time, I was still recovering from a bike accident that had left me with a broken right forearm—unable to draw for a little over a month. (I did try drawing with my left finger, but it wasn't exactly fun.)

Not only that, but it was summer, and I couldn’t enjoy the season or practice my main sport, windsurfing. To say I was feeling the blues is an understatement. I remember being in physical pain just from not being able to draw my sillies. But then, watching LMK did something to my brain chemistry that my little undiagnosed autistic self had never experienced before. It hit so hard that I’ve been physically unable to rewatch the show SINCE that very first day. (And y’all still call me the CEO of this fandom. Bro, I just work here.)

A lot of you have asked what inspired me to start this comic or to draw LMK fan art in the first place. While my usual answer is, "I saw Shadowpeach and thought MK could be their lovechild, given his appearance," the moment that actually started it all was THIS ONE—

(I HAD TO REWATCH THIS SCENE TO MAKE THE GIF AND IT HURT ME ON A MOLECOLAR LEVEL)

I have… a thing for characters who discover their entire identity was something else all along. It consumes my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I live for identity crises, for characters who thought they knew who they were, only to be forced to rediscover themselves, their existence, and their place in the world. If you give me a story where a character has to go through that, I will like it—regardless of how bad the rest of the story is.

Pair that with loads of trauma, daddy issues, the pressure of a legacy, and world-ending stakes, and congrats! Now I’m obsessed, and I will not stop thinking about it for the rest of my days!

At first, my brain just wanted to release some of that energy with a small, four-panel post about the monkeys discovering that MK was technically their kid.

That was supposed to be it.

But since I never seem to learn my lesson, it didn’t stay like that. Because once I started drawing, I just... continued.

And

I

never

stopped.

A lot of you have also asked how I found the motivation to draw so much, to never take a break. Well, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it one last time: I am my number one fan. No matter how much you laughed, cried, screamed, or went feral over this story, I did all of that and more. Because I got to think about the chapters months before they released. I got to daydream about them. I got to watch them come to life—first through sketches, then line art, then dialogue. And finally, I got to witness your reactions and see the incredible creations you made, inspired by my story.

So yeah, in a way, it was almost an addiction. A good addiction. Because, for the first time in my life, I actually understood what loving art means.

I’ve been drawing for ten years, working professionally for five, but I never loved art before. I just liked it because I happened to be good at it. But creating this comic made me understand why artists say, "Oh, I’ve loved drawing since I was a child!" This was the first time I allowed myself to create purely for my own enjoyment. Something I hadn’t had the privilege to do for a long time.

Other than making me feel even more single than I already was, this story somehow also helped me a little with my own family relationships. So yeah. Crazy how the gay monkeys changed my life.

Of course, I never could have predicted how much traction my AU would gain. Man, y’all were really starving to latch onto something this silly. /j

But yeah—thank you. Thank you for sticking around until the end, for having the patience and trust to follow the story even when I made you rage with angst and cliffhangers. (The statement in my bio still stands: I am not responsible for any physical or emotional damage my art has caused.)

I’m absolutely shit at thanking people, or at writing, or at talking in general, honestly. I’m the furthest thing from being good with words, so I hope the final chapter will be enough to show you my gratitude.

Through this story, I met so many wonderful, talented people. I watched as fans across different platforms found each other through memes and fanart of the AU. I saw artists start their own AUs inspired by mine, growing their own communities. I witnessed an explosion of creativity and collaboration through our takeovers. And I laughed along with you all.

And yeah—at its core, this story has always been about love. Whether it’s platonic, sibling, parental, romantic, or whatever the hell Mac and Wukong had going on for millennia.

At its heart, it’s a story about family.

And maybe, in the end… the real family wasn’t just the one in the comic, but the one we’ve found together along the way. 💛

See you all at the finale.

Love you all, freaks /affectionate

Jade

[witchygagirlwrites]

Engagement Celebration

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead/ Gerstead x Reader

Jay gets cleared after his injury so you officially celebrate your engagement

Warnings: Sex, MMF

You sat in the waiting room on one side of Jay while Mouse sat on the other side. Did you both have to come with him for this final clearance? Probably not but you wanted to see the scans for yourself and to have a one on one with Connor to make sure he was actually healed up enough to go back on full duty. He had your left hand in his right, his thumb tracing over the ring he and Mouse had apparently picked out at one time or another for you. It was an absolutely gorgeous ring with a rough cut diamond and the band was a series of small detailed golden leaves. It had a vintage feel. You were fairly certain they’d enlisted Katie, Athena and probably Spitfire and Firecracker too in the picking out process. You couldn’t have dreamt of a more perfect ring.

You were engaged to the men of your dreams. It was a little crazy to think of when you never thought about getting married when you were younger. Hell you enlisted in the army because it was the only option you’d had at the time. It was the cheapest route to learn medicine and a way to not be a further burden on Katie. You never thought you would’ve fallen for two soldiers under your charge. Now here you were all these years later, engaged and planning a wedding. You were planning a wedding. Christ have mercy.

“Fireball, you good princess?��� Jay spoke softly, shaking your hand and you cut your eyes up with a small smile “I am, just thinking” Mouse leaned up to look around him “What are you thinking so hard about that has you so quiet?” you smiled and was about to answer when Connor called for Jay. “Guess I’ll tell you two later huh?” you teased, standing up and grabbing Jay’s hand then reaching for Mouse’s too.

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Connor eased Jay’s shoulder back, testing the flexibility in it. “Any pain or tension that shouldn’t be there?” he asked, looking from Jay to you because he knew even if Jay tried to pass it off you or Mouse would clock it and tell on him. “He’s had a little but nothing too bad” you told him and he nodded “Well from the scans there’s no muscle damage. Everything looks good” 

Jay smirked “Nice to know my future brother in law did his job well” and Connor shook his head with a laugh “Yeah, nice if my future brother in law would remember he’s got an allergy to lead” Jay raised an eyebrow and looked at you “You teach him that joke?” you grinned “Nope” 

Connor looked from Jay to you so Mouse explained “See that scar on Jay’s arm?” Connor nodded “He got grazed by a bullet. She made the same joke while she was stitching him up” Connor laughed “Great minds think alike?” Jay shook his head “Scary to think how similar mine and my brother’s taste actually is” you and Mouse both spun towards Jay “Are you flirting with Con?” you asked and Jay laughed “No, just pointing out similarities between the two I fell in love with and the two Will fell in love with”

Mouse nodded slowly “Now that you mention it” you opened your mouth to argue but then actually thought about it “Christ, ok that’s a good point” and started laughing. 

“Do we have to go?” Jay was being intolerable since Connor had given him the all clear. He could return to work on Monday yeah but that also meant he was fully clear for any and all other activities also. Other activities that up until now had been highly restricted because you nor Mouse were risking hurting him. “Greg, please help me convince our fiance that it's rude not to go out when our friends invite us out for drinks to celebrate our engagement”  

Mouse however simply grinned “Sweetheart, I’m prone to agree with Jay this time. Especially when you’re wearing those damn jeans and he’s wearing that fucking shirt” you groaned “Will you two stop thinking with your dicks for a moment” that proved to be the wrong thing to say because they shot each other a look. The next thing you knew you were trapped between the both of them. “So we should keep our hands to ourselves?” Jay teased, brushing his lips along the back of your neck, hands gripping your hips to pull you back against his.

You gasped lightly “Jay” he grinned, nipping at the soft skin “Come on baby. I missed getting to love on you two” Mouse was in front of you and caught your lips in a gentle kiss “You know you’ve missed it sweetheart” you whimpered into his mouth “Greg” he grinned against your lips “Ok baby, we’ll stop” “For now” Jay whispered, pulling your head back to crash his lips against yours in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and made your damn knees weak.

You laughed as you danced with Firecracker and Spitfire. Jay and Mouse were sitting with Kelly, Matt, Connor and Will. The rest of intelligence was here too. Everyone was celebrating a mixture of your engagement and Jay healing. It was a good atmosphere with friends that were more family than anything. Hell even Voight and Boden had popped in. 

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Jay and Mouse watched you and couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know if I ever said it but Spitfire was a lifesaver to her” Mouse spoke, cutting his eyes at Kelly who smiled “She’s a lifesaver to everyone” Connor nodded “She was just what firecracker needed too. That night out pulled both the other girls out a dark spot”

Kelly and Matt practically beamed at the praise of their girl. “That’s really just how she is. She can read people and know what they need” Matt explained with a shrug, looking out at the three of you and laughing when he saw that Spitfire was currently dipping both you and Firecracker. “I’m glad the three of them found each other” Will said and the other five men nodded in agreement because it seemed just as much as they all needed each other and the three of you, it seemed like you three needed each other too. Fate seemed like it was being generous for once leading you all together. 

Jay took a sip of his beer and looked around the table “So, who should Fireball hand her bouquet to at the wedding?” and Mouse grinned when that caused Kelly, Matt, Will and Connor to all start rambling over each other.

You were exhausted. It was nearly two by the time you, Jay and Mouse made it home. “I’m so sleepy” you mumbled, leaning against Mouse and he laughed “Oh our poor baby. She crashed and she crashed hard”

Jay laughed “Let’s get her changed and in bed” the two quickly helped you change into a pair of Mouse’s boxers and one of Jay’s shirts before tucking you between them in bed. “Loves” you groaned and they both laughed, stripping their jeans and shirts off “We’re coming princess” Jay told you and you grinned, snuggling into the pillows. Jay laughed and pulled Mouse into a kiss, “I love you Greg” “I love you too Jay” 

“Love you both” you mumbled into the pillow. Yeah they needed to make sure you didn’t wake up at four any more when you didn’t have to go into work. “Let’s go to bed before she gets back up” Mouse laughed and pulled Jay towards the bed. They both tucked in around you, scooting close enough they could both touch each other and have you in their arms before finally falling asleep.

You first woke up and could hear Jay and Mouse’s voices. They were trying to keep them low, not to wake you. You could vaguely remember knocking out the right before. You didn’t drink, normally kept it at a drink or two because of your past but you’d fucked up and done a few shots and they were espresso shots so when you crashed you crashed hard. Luckily you had no hangover but you remembered the two of them having to help you change when you’d gotten home. So much for celebrating your engagement. Were they upset?

“Ok but can’t we wake her up?” Mouse asked and Jay told him “Don’t you dare” you bite back a smile and moved around a little before you felt his hand slip down the front of the boxers you’d ended up wearing to bed, teasing just below the waistband of them. “Sweetheart, please tell me you’re awake” he whispered in your ear. You rubbed your ass back against his hard cock, hearing him bite back a groan before you said “Nope, still asleep” and Jay laughed from where your head was laid over on his chest “You little shit, you’ve been playing possum all this time, knowing we’re horny as hell”

You opened one eye and cut it up at Jay “Maybe I enjoy being in the middle of you two trying your best to not wake me up” he shook his head and pulled you into a rough kiss, rolling his tongue into your mouth without waiting for an invitation, tugging your head the direction he wanted it by using his grip on your hair “Princess i fucking love you but that’s just mean” he spoke when he finally broke away from your lips. You smiled lazily up at him “So, what are you gonna do about it?” he raised an eyebrow then cut his eyes at Mouse “Baby, I think our girl is wanting to be a little brat to start the day”

Mouse grinned “I’m not complaining. I kind of like it when she’s a brat” Jay shook his head and let go of your hair to reach for Mouse’s tugging him into a kiss that was just as rough as the one he’d given you before speaking with his mouth still against Mouse’s “That’s because you’re a fucking brat too” you turned to be on your back and saw Jay’s eyes track your movement and without letting go of Mouse, Jay’s other hand shot out to grab your wrist before it could you could get your hand down to your pussy to tease at your swollen clit “No ma’am”

“Please Jay” you moaned and he let go of Mouse then turned his full attention to you “Oh look, Fireball learned her words again” he leaned down and this time the kiss he gave you was so damn gentle it made your head spin “What do you need baby?” he asked in a light voice, those seafoam blue eyes you loved so damn much staring into yours. “I need one of you Jay, please” you whimpered and he nodded “Just because you said please” and brushed another kiss against your lips before adding “And because I fucking love you so damn much”

“Mouse, get a couple condoms and the lube” he spoke and when Jay got that tone to his voice, you and Mouse both had a habit of listening to it and the fucker knew it. Mouse grabbed the condoms out of the drawer along with the bottle of lube and passed them to Jay. Jay looked back at you and winked before quickly stripping you out of the clothes you had on. “Sure you’re up to it sweetheart?” you nodded so he grinned, using two fingers to tease at your dripping pussy before plunging them inside causing your back to arch off the bed with a light whimper  “Mouse, you want to fuck our girl?” Mouse’s eyes followed the trail of Jay’s finger like he was hypnotized before he nodded “Fuck yes” Jay grinned and his other hand shot out to wrap loosely around Mouse’s throat, pulling the other man into a kiss. Jay moved from Mouse’s lips to his neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there, all the while his fingers never lost their rhythm inside of you.

He broke away from the kiss then nodded at you “Now make our girl feel good, she needs it. Her pretty little pussy is sobbing around my fingers” he pulled them out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact before slipping the fingers into Mouse’s mouth “Doesn’t she taste good” Mouse held your eyes as he licked Jay’s fingers clean, eyes rolling back slightly. When Jay pulled his fingers out of his mouth Mouse winked at you “So damn good” Jay gripped his chin and tilted it to look him in the eye “You’re gonna fuck our girl and I’m gonna fuck you. That way I can take care of both of my little brats at one damn time before our day ever starts”

Mouse grinned and crashed his lips against Jay’s before taking one of the condoms and tearing it open, rolling it down his hard cock. You spread your legs wider when Mouse lowered himself down between them. He braced his weight on one hand as he lined himself up with your opening then sank into with one hard thrust that pulled a loud moan of his name from your lips. 

He let his weight rest on you while you adjusted to the stretch of his cock filling you, his lips finding yours. You rolled your tongue against his, tasting yourself on it. You moaned when he nipped at your bottom lip “Fuck I love you” he groaned and you nodded “I love you too Greg” Jay positioned himself behind Mouse and slid a condom down his hard length before opening the bottle of lube. Mouse tensed just for a second when the cool liquid was teased into him so you ran your nails down his shoulders “Jay’s gonna make you feel good, while you make me feel good baby” he grinned, catching your lips in a kiss as Jay slowly slid into him. 

Mouse moaned against your lips as Jay filled him, finally hitting bottom. All three of you were still for a few moments, adjusting to the stretch of each other and you knew they were worried about hurting you since you were on bottom of them both. After a moment when you knew the pain had shifted to pleasure for Mouse like it had for you, you lifted your eyes to Jay’s “I’m ok” he leaned over Mouse’s shoulder and pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips “If you need to stop at any time..” you cut him off by saying “I’ll tell you. Just please fuck Greg so he’ll fuck me”

Mouse pushed himself up and groaned “Greg can hear you both” you laughed “Then fuck me please” Jay tilted Mouse’s head back and pressed a kiss to his lips before giving a tentative thrust of his hips and when a moan left Mouse he grinned. Mouse in turn gave a roll of his hips into yours, causing your head to fall back against the pillows. This particular position you couldn’t do every day because it was a lot. Both men were strong as hell and this? It put both of their strength into every damn thrust because they would find a rhythm, Jay into Mouse and Mouse into you.

You felt Jay’s hands on your legs spreading them further and wrapping them around Mouse’s back right before he pressed a kiss to one of your ankles. Moans of both of their names were falling from your lips as all three of you were pushed closer and closer to that edge. Jay leaned forward over Mouse, pressing both of their bodies into yours more with every thrust “How ya feeling princess?” “Fucking amazing” you panted, barely able to meet his lips in a kiss. He laughed against your mouth when you were finally able to then leaned back up so you could catch a breath a little easier. Your nails were teasing at Mouse’s chest, your mouth at his neck as he snapped his hips into yours hitting that spot deep inside of you. 

Jay leaned down to suck the skin of Mouse’s neck in between his teeth as he continued to fuck into him. “Greg, how you feeling?” he whispered and Mouse moaned low in response causing him to chuckle “Damn, neither of you are being bratty now”

You could feel every snap of Jay’s hips because they forced Mouse’s forward as well. “I’m so damn close” you moaned and both men nodded. Mouse reached between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing tight circles as he leaned forward to crash his lips against yours, your orgasm hit you all at once, making you shake under both men. Jay ran his hands down Mouse’s back “Just lay down baby, I got you both” Mouse relaxed into your body, head laying over in the bend of your neck as Jay pressed a hand down between Mouse’s shoulder, his thrusts getting a bit deeper as he snapped his hips forward. Your second orgasm gave you no warning but when it hit your eyes rolled back and all you could feel was Mouse’s cock buried deep inside of you and the thrust of Jay’s hips. Both men moaned out a mixture of your name and each other’s as they came. 

Mouse collapsed against you completely but luckily Jay had the presence of mind to pull out of Mouse and roll off to your side. The first time the three of you had done this position you’d nearly passed out from both of them collapsing on you after the fact. They’d apologised profusely and of course the aftercare was top tier as always but since then Jay tried to keep enough about himself to make sure it didn’t happen again.

Jay leaned up to throw his condom away then tapped Mouse, “Let her breathe babe. You kill our fiance before we ever get to marry her and I’m gonna be really pissed” Mouse leaned up and cut his eyes at you with a grin “I’d never hurt you sweetheart, you know that” you nodded “I know love, doesn’t change the whole me nearly passing out from having so much man on top of me thing” he laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling out of you and sliding to your other side, leaning up to throw his condom away as well.

Mouse curled up to your back, tucking his face into your neck as Jay pulled you both over to be on his chest. “Who needs what?” he asked and you barely opened an eye “I’ll need a shower and some water in a few but for now I really just want you two to hold me” he looked over your head at Mouse and the two shared a smile “We can do that Princess. We love you, so damn much” you closed your eyes and nuzzled into Jay’s chest, feeling Mouse tuck himself closer to you “You know how much I love both of you too”

The three of you were together, healthy and getting married. Nothing more mattered at the moment.

@desimarie12

@elvenpirate51

[kidicaruslover911]

blue eye samurai actors AU headcanons ft reader

tw: none except for the mention of M*k*o, not proofread, pitiful attempt at being humorous at 1 in the morning

a/n: i snuck a few references in here onto the bes cast, see if you can find them!! let’s just pretend you got akemi’s role. plus i did this on a whim please do not crucify me if i got certain details things wrong about the acting domain😔🙏 I MISS MY WIFE OH MY GAWWWD anyway, ENJOY!

Interviewer: Who are you?

Taigen: “Man, I be that pretty motherfucker man…”

Interviewer: “Taigen?”

Taigen *smug ass smile while nodding in agreement*: “Yessir”

Interviewer: “Tokunobu?”

Taigen*nods again*: “Yessir”

Madame Kaji *was probably told some bizarre joke by Fowler a second ago and let’s out the loudest laugh ever while covering her mouth*: “OH GOD- *keeps on laughing* I am uhm.. I’m Madame Kaji!”

Ringo: “Who are you-” *cackles like a witch*

Interviewer: “You’re Ringo?”

Ringo *stops abruptly*: “yeah, I’m Ringo yeah”

Interviewer: Who are you?

You: “My name is Beyoncé- Nah I’m just playing. It’s Y/N, I act and I sing and I Love reading fanfiction and I do stuff and stuff!”

Interviewer: And who are you?

Mizu: “I’m…Mizu…*awkward silence* the vengeful and badass samurai, yeah that’s me.”

Interviewer turns the mic towards a certain redhead.

Fowler: “Uhm Ed…I’m Ed today.”

- Originally you had simply accompanied a friend who absolutely wanted the role of ‘Akemi’ to an audition

- You had a vague idea of what the plot of the series was and either way it wasn’t like you were that much interested in acting

- But from your looks, mannerisms and personality as soon as you had walked in the directors almost immediately insisted on having you play the script (with no experience might i add) out to them and decided you'd make a perfect princess

- Yeah very odd but just like that you ended up getting casted for an upcoming Netflix series‼️

- You didn't waste a second to tell your girlfriend about this series and how they were still looking for the mc

- They were looking for an androgynous wasian female, at least least 5’7ft (170cm) tall, a good voice range, somewhat athletic and some sort of basic knowledge in martial arts.

- No prior acting skills needed, which was quite a gamble tbh

- Because of the amount of people that wanted the role, a face to face audition was not possible

- And what do you know?

-You absolutely suggested her as the mc, it was literally her

-Same name too I mean seriously-

- Girly did NOT want to send in that audition tape, you practically had to beg her to do it, because you just knew she’d rock

-She was happy for you but the whole revenge thing simply didn't ring anything within her

- Kind of felt as if you were putting way too much faith in her

- Took you weeks of convincing and even when she did send in the audition video it was on the last day like 30 minutes before the deadline😭

- Did the audition with zero intentions of getting casted, literally just read the script with her attitude and ran with it

- Expected everything but a positive feedback and it was only when she found out that the directors loved it that she sort of decided to take this acting stuff seriously.

- And since you were going to be there as well, she guessed that it wouldn't be all that much of a drag

- The two of you started journaling but from the pov of your character, researching about Edo Japan and you’d read each others thoughts from time to time and try to explain your understanding of your characters feelings to one another

- Both of you had too loose some weight and locked into the gym like never before

- It’s not like any of you were professional actors either way so,

- Mizu was very open to criticism and eager to learn

-and she learned fast too

-also pretty easy to be around.

- Kept looking for ways to better her acting and Fowler sort of became her mentor in that domain

-She quickly surpassed his expectations ngl

- That was genuine fear btw he later joked about how he almost pissed his pants at her performance

- Says he can’t wait to see her in more shows and different genres!

-Although Mizu wanted to take a well deserved break after BES

- At some point your girlfriend decided to rent a one room apartment and go into solitary confinement to fully concentrate on her role as Mizu, the self loathing samurai

- Method acting!

- Swordfather and Fowler were long friends before the BES

- You and Ringo literally became cousins the second you met on set, the two of you had a signature greeting and everything 🤎

- The directors were NOT playing when it came to the minuscule details such as the accuracy of either your walk or how you bowed, how you held your head, how you ate-

- Months and months of training, especially for both you and Mizu, five days a week, 3-4 hours fighting choreography hammered into her skull and it showed

- Which resulted in her being able to do a good 70% of her stunts

- Dislocated her left shoulder and almost broke her rib in this scene

- It freaked the shit out of you and they had to stop filming for a few days. Mizu had to spend a full week reassuring you that she was still alive and breathing and doing well

-The stunt in question didn't make it any easier to believe

- Claimed it was ‘just a funny bone’💀

- Months and months of training and practicing japanese edo period courtesy for you, five days a week, 3-5 hours of walking like a princess, dancing, talking, studying renga, Ikebana and many more Japanese arts from that period of time, getting used to them heavy robes on you, THE HAIR AND PINS

- You could NOT lay down with these traditional hairstyles, you’d have professionals do it once a week and they’d expect you to keep it for that full week

- Your head felt heavy af

- You had to sleep on a takamakura (small elevated wooden pillow) to not mess up your hair which helped immerse yourself even more into your role

- They had literal specialists of the period to show you how it goes, kimono’s that hadn’t seen the light of day in centuries where whipped out to be replicated for your measurements specifically

- It was a lot

- But it all paid off in the end!

- Your girlfriend would forget to tune back her voice even after filming, you never bothered to mention it though

-Her low voice stayed even weeks after the shooting of the series but you didn’t mind it at all🙏

-It was like hearing her morning voice 24/7 lmaooo

- In this scene Mizu accidentaly struck the training sword way to high up in between that man’s legs and crushed his nuts real bad.

- Spent the entire week apologizing and looking after the guy for the rest of the filming

- Ringo sort of got adopted by you and Mizu on set and kept having mini panic attacks whenever Mizu executed her stunts 😭

- She had the two of you in a chokehold.

- The scene where Ringo unintentionally asks Mizu how two girls in a brothel could work was genuine and not scripted and both you and Mizu had fight for your lives to stay in character

-After filming the scene where Mizu lets the guards take you away the whole set jokingly kept calling it your character's 'breakup scene'

- Swordfather is Ringo’s real life dad!!

- Mizu’s a natural at improvising comebacks, mainly because she couldn't get a hang of quite a few lines but that didn't stop people from being baffled by her quickness.

- Like, she just makes stuff up and it works

- "…it's trash", “Should I’ve been counting?” and "I like your hair" were one of the many lines that were not scripted but they still kept it in.

- Mizu's reaction in the scene where she sees you in that carriage for the very first time in the series was very much real

- like she was NOT prepared.

- jaws on the floor and everything, that afternoon the directors had made sure she hadn't caught as much as a glimpse of you in the robes and makeup on set to get the most authentic reaction possible and it WORKED.

- The script only said "stares curiously" but her longing ass made it 100 times better HAHHAHAA

- no but really she was admiring the view and Fowler claimed that it almost looked like she was about to chase that carriage

-genuinely could not take her eyes off of you in general but with you role as the princess it became 50 times worse

-could not stop complimenting you and if it weren't for her character she would've gotten all the more touchier

- Even if Taigen was supposed to be your lover you couldn’t even remotely stand him as a character but formed a good friendship with him on set

-He was actually getting engaged irl!!

- You could NOT keep a straight face after saying the fish line “I’d marry you even if you were the son of a poor fish” with Taigen and kept on bursting out laughing, you didn’t know why you found it so funny

- The sex scene with him was…something 💀🙏🙏

- He kept asking you and Mizu if he had both yalls approval

-Very mindful

- The directors couldn't really bring in a double for this...

- It’s not like y’all were fucking for real and there wasn’t much passion between you and him either way

- And you weren’t truly naked either to so it was just very bland and you didn’t really know what to think of it

- The scene that followed had to be shot a good 15 times because of how awkward the whole situation was…you could NOT keep a straight face, they ended up making the scene shorter than it was supposed to be

-The fact that you had to act as a seductress of men the more the story went on was super strange to you at first but you sort of got over it (you never really liked it tbh)

- Mizu accidentally kept hitting Taigen too hard during the chopstick fight😭

- Which was also his fault because in the beginning she actually tried to avoid hurting him seriously but Taigen really just screamed

- "COME AT ME FOR FUCKS SAKE. I want to kill you, BE ANGRY, BE COCKY. Show me what you can do, show me that you’re better than me!!”

- It made her act more intensely

- Accidentally knocked Taigen out for real with the broken blade

- Taigen jokingly kept apologizing to you when they shot that scene where he beats the crap out of Mizu after the chopstick fight because he knows how little you like the character he plays

- Fowler kept making gay bed chem jokes with Heiji and bro was a victim💀🙏

Ringo is probably taking a video of the scenery's set from the Edo castle until the camera falls onto a casually eating and conversating Heiji and Fowler

They're just standing there with coffee and a bagel. It's break time.

But the moment the smartphone's lens captures the duo, this huge redhead smirks and grasps yet another chance to embarrass his poor colleague.

Fowler with an arm swung around Heiji: "Me and Heiji cuddle and watch Smack DVD" :333

You can hear Ringo holding back a snort behind the phone before almost immediately wheezing at the thought. The camera shakes slightly from it.

Heiji (this was probably this man's last straw) *deadpans and stares into the cameraman's soul*: "| don't cuddle-*

You *peeking in from the corner of the screen*: "He be licking this guy's hair like 'UGHHH😝’

You lean into Heiji's personal space with the demonstration while humoring Fowler and simultaneously having him crack the loudest cackle ever.

Heiji shaking his head at you *he's about to end it all*: "I don't- I don't do that. That's not true-"

You stop him midway of his excuses in a 'and i'm going to hold your hand when I say this' type of way:

"I know you don't do that-"

Fowler plops up between the two of you with a grinch smile, a hand on both of your shoulders and he really looks like he's trying to rizz up the camera man😭:

“I do that.”

Ringo, Fowler’s and your own laugh could be heard throughout the entire set and Heiji could only pinch his brows in visible defeat, the video ends there.

- Fowler was probably one of the the nicest men you’d ever met, very supportive and kind and even if you had zero scenes with him, you still hung around him a lot

- great life coach!

- Biggest fan of older Disney movies and Tom and Jerry, and I mean like the 1940s - 1980s cartoons

- Made you feel super safe at first but when you saw him in his element he did scare the shit out of you sometimes

- A proud you x mizu shipper too

- Has tons of pictures of the two of you sleeping in on each others shoulders on set, goofing around, videos of you reciting your lines to each other...

- His favorite is by far the one after the thousand claw army scene was shot, where you have an arm around her shoulder, leaning into her face while staring at the camera and flashing a peace sign next to her cheek. You were also pressing a kiss on it. There is a trail of fake blood trailing across your face and Mizu’s clothing seems ruined with filth

- Your girlfriend has her own arm snuck around your waist, her other hand is holding her naginata/sword, face painted in fake blood as well while rolling her eyes with a soft smile.

- Y’all managed to look silly while barely surviving a hundred men’s attack😭🙏

- He printed it out and signed it ‘disaster lesbians <3”

- Fowler affectionately calls the two of you ‘Boney and Clyde’ 💀🤎

-Mizu wearing Taigen's scarf lowkey made you jealous even if you had to admit that it suited her so well

- You were highkey fangirling when you first got to meet Madame Kaji's actress face to face like...Mulan's VA fr??? The legend?

- Also just look at the woman, absolutely stunning.

- She thought that you were the cutest and you two couldn't wait to get your scenes together

- This lady helped you boost your confidence in your acting

- Madame Kaji was quite literally everyone's mom/idol on set

- literally such a diva but still very humble

- Chainsmoker but surprisingly doesn't smell, or at least not in an unpleasant way

- She makes the best tiramisu

- Kept soft parenting everyone

-Ringo and Kaji had already known each other irl and they were ALWAYS on smoking breaks together although he doesn't smoke

- Both him and Fowler deeply respect her and her work

- These two (Kaji and Fowler) were gossip and wine aunts trust.

-Ringo once ate Oreos on set but in the way where you separate the two biscuits and nibble on the filling first and then you eat the rest.

-That's when you realized he really was your brother from another mother

-Heiji kept saying that this is sacrilege‼️

- The scene where you drugged Mizu's cup and she's playing stupid while trashtalking Taigen was a challenge for you, they had to redo 7 takes because you kept forgetting that you were supposed to hate her and she was your target to kill it was ridiculous 😭

*Mizu almost drinks the sake*

“Hot”

“Where I’m from that’s how the men prefer it.” *you clear your throat*

*Long awkward silence where Mizu has to hold back a smile*

“And I’d also prefer not to be so nuts to that damn line I cannot remember it- And stop looking at me like that” 💀

Your line was “Kyoto”🙏🙏

CUT!!!

-You absolutely wanted to lunge at her but for all the wrong reasons..

- And Mizu's smug ass was not helping, she genuinely couldn't stop laughing and teasing you after the final take.

- You also had no idea Mizu was supposed to straddle you-

- Another thing that wasn’t scripted.

- On your script it only said that she'd pin you to the ground which was already a lot to handle in the first place,

- but you were really good at staying in character and since you were genuinely struggling and putting up such a fight against her, Mizu just decided to full on straddle you, yup

- And when she leaned down,

QUIET ON SET!

ROLL SOUND!

ROLL CAMERA!

bes scene #254 take 1

ACTION!!

*you almost die when you feel her hips press down on you*

- "You think I don't remember you? Princess Akemi of the Tokunobu clan. You drugged my cup"

-"I wish it was poison"

- That's when Fowler whisper screams "ok now KISS!!!" off camera and the entire set had to hold it in, like there was so much tension between the two of you even the directors had to let out a little laugh.

-They had to cut it out

"A fucking brat." 'Mizu your line was 'I see why he likes you. You're just like Taigen when we were children. Pathetic'

- They still kept her own version.

- It definitely made you feel some type of way.

- Mizu could not stop crying for like a solid 30 minutes after shooting the scene where she kills Kinuyo, somehow it felt way too personal

- You had to hold her that entire night too

- Almost threw up when she had to make it look like an accident even though she knew that everyone was doing well

- There were also moments where people just couldn’t speak with her beforehand or else she would break character, for example the scene where M*k*o betrays her...she asked to be left alone for a good 30 minutes before filming it, that's how committed she ended up being to her role

-The chest bindings...(!!!)

-Her performance made you so proud- like you knew she would be amazing but it also had you very worried about her mental state

- Definitely sought therapy after shooting the series, her character had forced her to go into deep dark places in order to act out the female rage parts the best she could and it showed

- In this scene your very first reaction was the realest ever

bes scene #401 take 1

ACTION!

“Rabbit liver in a velouté of what now?” 😭😭😭

CUT!!

- You knew about this beforehand of course but still

- One of the interesting things was the period accurate food and how much they tried to stay true to the recipes.

- Like reading about it and then seeing and smelling it irl are two different things

- Instead of horse semen they did end up using egg white

- The rabbit liver was rabbit liver tho

- First bite almost made you choke by instinct but you swallowed it anyway

- Ouhhhh they were trying you which made you even better at forcing you to stay in character, because that’s exactly what the princess is going through. She can't afford to mess up

- The scent was everything but appealing but lucky you they replaced what was supposed to be pig blood with very dark grape juice, not that it really helped but that was one less horrible thing

- You were supposed to take one bite only, a once in a lifetime experience!

you almost died and had to reshoot 4 times because you kept gagging

another blooper-

"Many famous samurai prefer the stamen to the pistil"

-So what happened here was that miss Mizu had once again forgotten her line and instantly replied “I’m not gay.” to Madame Kaji’s advances 💀

- So Madame Kaji just played along

“You’re not?” *visibly confused, like 'huh🤨'??*

“No….I mean not like that-“ *side eyes the camera*

“A lot of lying today-” *she's now smirking*

“I have a partner of my own” *The girl already messed up the scene so it doesn't really matter what she says next*

"Then it appears that the gentleman might simply prefer the petal against... another petal" *Mizu immediately whips her head at the woman with a cocked brow (she's trying to stay in character so bad, but she's also simply speechless) who cannot contain her amusement any further and laughs brightly*

CUT!!

-Another personal headcanon I have is that Lady Itoh and Madame Kaji knew each other irl and had a short affair-

I should sleep!

If you also miss our vengeful, silly and murderous blue eyed queen then you should defintely read my fanfiction on ao3!

The Damsel of Devastation Masterlist

alright seriously now.

I should sleep.

[cookstorys]

Show me what’s behind your back.” with Felix catton? Or Harlen?

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Character: Felix Catton

Movie : Saltburn

Authors note : I fear this may need a part 2

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Getting used to Felix’s special family was an adjustment for you. His father held no significance to you other than being the patriarch of the Catton family. Venetia, Felix’s sister, was the living embodiment of giving zero fucks about anyone while still being beautiful. Farleigh was a narcissistic bully that you’re forced to play nice with for Felix’s sake. Finally mother dearest, Elspeth, one of the few you’ve took a liking to.

This was your third summer break at Saltburn and dealing with the family never got easier. An argument was guaranteed to happen. This always causes Felix to lean on you for support, so you’ve learned to pack extra things to help with moral support.

You step out of the car staring at the amazing structure that stood in front of you. The magnificence of the house has still yet to fade. The driver placed your luggage beside you. “Thank you, Liam, here’s a tip.” You smiled at the Catton’s Family long-time driver. “Thank you, Mr.[Last Name]. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” You smiled, waving goodbye as he drove away.

“Baby!” Felix’s voice rang in your ears. Turning around, Felix immediately jumped into your arms. “Why’d you have to move to another Uni? I’ve missed you.” He whined forehead pressed up against yours. “Family, my love.” You chuckled leaving a quick peck on his lips. You walked towards Elspeth, giving one of your signature cheeky smiles before embracing her. “How’s that new school treating you?” She was kind of the reason you were one of the few selected to enroll at your current university on a scholarship. Whenever you asked how she did it, she’d simply shrug and say she had ‘connections’. You knew better to push any further.

“Great, the people are nice and I’ve been doing well in my studies.” She places the palm of her hand on your cheek. “Love to hear that honey. Dinner will be ready in 10.” The moment she walked away, her space was filled by your boyfriend. “Where is everyone?” You questioned glancing around for anyone else. “Dad and Venetia had to make a quick stop to town. Farleigh is most likely jacking off somewhere and Oliver-“

“Oliver?” You interrupted, not expecting to hear an unknown guest you knew nothing of. “Shit, I thought I mentioned it over the phone. One of my mates from Uni is staying with us for the summer. Hope that’s ok with you.” The last thing Felix wanted was to make you uncomfortable. “If he’s a friend of yours, he’s a friend of mine my love. Now, help me with my luggage.”

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The Catton’s library had almost every book you can think of. If you weren’t careful, you were sure to get lost in the bookshelves. To most of the family, the library was a forgotten room within the walls of the Catton residence but not to Elspeth. Elspeth enjoyed the peace that came within the room. So imagine her surprise when her lovely son brings home a boyfriend who loves to read. The once quiet room was filled with small talk you and Elspeth had, which eventually became weekly book discussions during the summer.

You walked into the library after fully unpacking your luggage. You looked up at the clock on the wall that read “4:30”, the time you and Elspeth always did your meetings. You searched the library high and low but still saw no sign of Elspeth. “Are you looking for Elspeth?” an unknown voice grabbed your attention. You turned around to see a shy-looking boy, with a book snugged tightly within his grip against his chest. He looked innocent, sensitive, dare you say…cute?

“Y-Yes um yeah I am.” You stuttered, you fucking stuttered. The only time you stuttered was when Felix did that thing in bed and even then it’s barely a mumble. What did Oliver have that would make you stutter at a simple response to a simple question? Could it be the way his eyes call you like a siren calling a sailor into the great abyss or is it his captivating innocence that you wanted oh so badly to destroy? “Well I just saw her in the garden she’s probably..” Oliver talked but your attention was elsewhere where, his lips. How could something as simple as lips be so intoxicating, what were you even here for?

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I have to go find Elspeth, it was nice meeting you.”

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Felix Catton was out of your league. You knew it, he knew it, and so did everyone else. So what’s too secret to keep a guy like Felix Catton locked down? Gifts. The man loves a nicely wrapped gift with a pretty bow to top it off. It had become almost a kind of tradition to bring a gift every time you came to visit, this time was no different.

A shade cast over Felix’s afternoon tanning session by the pond. His eyes opened, to see you towering over him with your arms behind your back. “What’s behind your back?” His response was met with a smirk from you. “Guess.” He laughed. After a few minutes of thinking Felix's fingers snapped “It must be the new Diamond Gold Rolex Watch I’ve been wanting.” You gave him a blank expression.

“Damn, how’d you guess it?” Felix gave you a shock as you gave him the box. He opened it and his jaw only fell lower. “This is a 12,000 dollar watch. How’d you even afford this?” You laughed at his expression. “Let’s just say I’m a little behind on school payments and I kinda owe my 401k some money.” Felix looked concerned. “You didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been fine with a gift card.” You shrugged. “You’re worth it.” Felix took a quick look around before pulling you on top of him. “Nobody’s around, we can squeeze in one round. You down?” This was risky but you knew Felix loved that. “Hell yeah”

He pulled you towards him, your lips moving in perfect unison. Felix began to unbutton your loose button-up. He flipped you over, with him now on top. He started to suck on your neck, attacking it with the intent of marking what was his. You’re so in bliss you couldn’t even tell there was a pair of eyes on you but once you did, you didn’t try to stop it. You made eye contact with Oliver staring at the scene unfolding drastically in front of him. You smiled at him. If he wanted a show, who were you to deny him of it? You knew it was wrong but pure lust overcame all common sense.

“I’m in charge.” You whispered to Felix, pulling his hair back to expose his neck. You aggressively sucked and bit his neck, remaining in eye contact with Oliver. “Ew in front of the fish?” Farleigh gagged, bringing the two of you out of your trance. “Stop looking you perv!” Felix yelled chasing him off. You glanced at the spot Oliver was standing at to find it empty.

“I’m so fucked.”

[brklynbxby]

Nathaniel listened—really listened. He let her words settle in the space between them, tried to make sense of them, tried to find some thread of reason that would stitch the wound she had torn open in his chest. But no matter how hard he searched, there was nothing. No explanation, no justification—just empty syllables strung together like a feeble attempt to rewrite what had already been done. "Do you think you can forgive me?" But she hadn't even been willing to fight for him, not when it mattered. "I never meant to hurt you." Then why did she? And if it was so easy to give in once, would it ever stop? "I love you, Nathaniel. I always will." That was the one that shattered him the most. The cruelest lie disguised as devotion. His breath hitched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of every ounce of pain she had inflicted. “If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have betrayed me. So don’t stand here and tell me you’ll always love me—because love isn’t supposed to hurt like this. If I was really the one you wanted, you wouldn’t have risked losing me." And that was it. That was all he had left to say. There were no more fights to be had, no more words to exchange. Only silence. Only heartbreak. And the aching fear that this pain would never leave him.

His gaze met hers, a silent plea hanging in the air before she turned back to her suitcase. He wanted—needed—to reach for her, to pull her into his arms and whisper that somehow, everything would be okay. But he couldn’t. This wasn’t the Harmony he had fallen for, the one he had spent countless moments learning, loving. That version of her felt like a ghost now, slipping further and further from his grasp. A sharp breath caught in his throat as he clenched his hands into fists, forcing himself to turn away. He couldn’t stand there and watch her pack, watch her walk out of his life as if everything they had meant nothing. So he left the room instead, putting distance between them before his resolve shattered completely. And yet, no matter how much she had broken him, no matter how deep the betrayal cut, a part of him knew—she would always hold a place in his heart. A cruel, unshakable truth.

—

The camera felt like an extension of him by now, muscle memory guiding his hands as he fine-tuned the focus. This project was different—new faces, a different energy, a production studio he wasn’t used to. He liked the challenge, but there was an unease to it too. He was used to knowing how things ran, how the crew moved around him. Here, everything was unfamiliar. The last few months had been a whirlwind of work—commercials, music videos, a feature that had nearly burned him out. But he thrived in it. There was something about the pace, the constant motion, that kept his mind occupied. And then there was Lily.

They hadn’t even known of one another back then, but then it became more. Easy conversations between takes, little glances when she touched up an actor’s makeup. It had started slow—casual drinks after wrap, a late-night phone call here and there. And now? Now she was his girlfriend, a label he still wasn’t sure how to sit with. Not because he didn’t want it, but because it had happened fast. One minute she was just someone on set, and now she was part of his life. He liked her. But she wasn’t Harmony.

"Camera ready?" The director’s voice cut through his thoughts. Nate blinked, refocusing on the frame. "Yeah, rolling when you are." Work first. Always. He was never going to make the mistake again where he put his all into a person just to get it thrown straight back in his face again.

Harmony packed her things, the weight of each item pulling her heart down further, until she slowly looked up when he walked over to her, she zipped her suitcase up and put it on the ground. She stared at him, her tears streaked down her face, each drop a testament to the pain she could no longer hide. "If I stay will we have a chance, Nate?" she sobbed quietly, "Do you think you can forgive me?" she knew he couldnt. Nothing would be the same anymore, she fucked up.

"Nate.. I- she whispered, her voice barely audible. She let go of her suitcase, her hands trembling as she stepped closer to him, her eyes meeting his for what she knew would be the last time. "I—I never meant to hurt you, Nate." Her words were soft, but they carried the heavy burden of sorrow. Her heart ached, a deep, unbearable ache, because she knew this was it. There was no going back. "Nate," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion, "the way you love... the way you loved me... it was so beautiful. It felt like a dream, like something out of reach. Everything was so surreal, and I wasn’t used to it. I wasn’t used to that kind of love. From the very start, I felt like I didn’t deserve it."

Her words caught in her throat, and she had to pause, trying to breathe through the pain. Her tears flowed faster now, each one a reminder of the wreckage she had caused. She fought to keep going, but her chest felt tight, the air too thick. "When I saw Cassian… I slipped back into my old habits. I wasn’t Harmony anymore. I became that girl—the one who did whatever it took just to survive. When I dance, I disassociate… it makes everything easier. But I let myself give in. I should’ve never picked up my boss's call. I should’ve texted him, told him I couldn’t come in. I should've stayed with you at your workplace. I should’ve spent that day with you. I should’ve gone home with you." Her voice broke as she spoke, each word a painful regret. "If I could turn back time... I would do exactly that."

Her gaze faltered, and she couldn’t bear to look into his eyes anymore. She had lost that right. She was no longer worthy of it.

"I—I meant it, Nate, when I said I wanted to become a better person." She stepped back, pressing a hand over her chest, where the pain felt sharp and endless. "I had already quit my job before everything with Cassian happened. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to be someone you could be proud of… and yet, I disappointed you." She took another step back, each movement feeling like it was tearing her apart, but she knew she had to leave. "I love you, Nathaniel. I always will." Her voice was barely a whisper now, a final confession. "Thank you… for showing me what true love really is. Thank you... and... I’m sorry. Truly."

With one last look at him, she walked back to her suitcase. She did not want to leave, she needed his arms around her more than ever right now.

[thirstkanaphan]

MY FAVORITE SONG IS SONG MINGI

I have so many thoughts and feelings and I'm going to ramble but I'm just so proud of Mingi. His development and maturity as an artist has been a privilege to witness. He understands his own sound so well and by that I mean there is a common thread between Youth and Tunnel and Autobahn that resonates even if the tone and style differ. I like that he gets to flex his vocal range with this song: his raspy-rocker voice/his higher, melodic voice/his loud and commanding "fix on" voice are all present here in ways we don't often get to see in Ateez music where he plays an important but somewhat limited role in those compositions.

I loved that this song wasn't quite what we were all expecting; it's hard and heavy, sure, but I love that it opens with that softer piano music than we "fix on" into his typical rap style; then the chorus has that great, thick, danceable beat; and then YUMNIN!! WHAT A VOICE!! Her solo was fabulous and their high/low tones worked so well together!! I'm picking up all his musical influences (this guy listened to Evanescence) but this is only a song that Mingi could make. It's so him!!!

There's already been such good writing in the tags about the meaning of his lyrics. @minjoongism really summed it up well:

I wrote about the lyrics of Youth in a separate post but Mingi wrote that song when he was 22 and in a really bad place with his mental health. I'm too young, it's too hard right now, he sings, What did I do wrong? With a drink, can it be shaken off?

Tunnel presents as a song about a broken heart and the fear of being left alone to face the The void that waits at the end.

I guess I can’t get used To being left alone What does being precious mean to me?

The chorus is haunting: Will I be able to delete all these memories? / I think of it as a habit once in a while / From sunrise to sunset, this moment /Why is my heart so void? He deflects from this fear with Days soaked in alcohol (calling back to the lyrics of Youth). The song ends on a depressing note: so void.

Tunnel depicts an individual at struggling against the swirling storm inside their mind;

Autobahn announces: The storm is gone now, there's no more fear.

Here on the boundary between oppression and anxiety / I push forward on my own/ who the hell would dare to stop me?

HELL YEAH!!

Mingi sings about finding the light at the end of the tunnel; of confronting the void and moving through it and making it to the other side; of freeing himself from the chains of his own fears and anxieties. He's shifted gears and nothing can stop him now!

The MV is so clever and evocative: the imagery of the chains, the cars, the tunnel and the light; the flashing lights and shadows; all the shades of Mingi from his swagger to his vulnerability; the way his expression changes with every flicker of light; the way it contrasts with the Mingi in red, wearing his sexy concert attire that represents his Fix On persona. Except maybe it's not quite a persona now. Maybe he's learned to reconcile the Fix On and the Fix Off so that it's just Mingi. Both of him and all of him.

I am so glad I met Song Mingi! Thank you for letting us share in your journey!!

[fizzseed]

When that sky rains fire on you, and you’re persona non grata I’ll tell you how I’ve been there too and that none of it matters.

Taylor Swift — The Albatross Good Omens (S1E1, S2E6)

[silvermeww]

12. An unpopular character you like? (and why more people should like them)

asdfghjk THANKS FOR THE ASK I'M GIVING YOU SO MUCH <33 RN

Ooh, hmm, this'll be fun. there are so many examples in pokeani and honestly some are a little eh, but then I remembered how almost every comment I see about 'worse' characters seem to include Max and I just don't get it?? How can anyone hate him??

(fun fact, when I was first watching him - in dub mind you - I also really didn't like him much. but I was coming off from the end of the OG, which was pretty sad considering who we lost, and tbh especially in 4kids early seasons dub EVERYONE was pretty unlikeable. I think I hated almost everyone back in the early gens at some point lol; I can be real vindicative but I think watching the whole thing taught me to take my time before judging stuff :v)

But yeah!! I really don't get the hate. Oh, so he said that Ash sucked for getting 8th place in the Silver Conference - can we all remember that a) legit kid and b) he's seeing this guy lose to an evolved starter from his own region of the SAME type as Ash's. It's like watching a Venasaur lose to Meganium if you're from Kanto; you'll be feeling pretty patriotic and stuff too ngl, especially if you don't have any battle experience yet.

But he acts so smart - Yes, and?? I don't see anyone talk about how Gary was coming up in the first season spouting random facts only to lose in the prelims and get a lower place than Ash. Again, I wish that people remember that Max is the kid of a Gym Leader, who reads and watches Leagues to make up for not being able to watc the Gym Battles taking place under the same roof, who dreams of becoming as strong if not stronger than his father. He's going to have high expectations. He's going to think that knowledge is everything. He's going to show off as much as he can, to make up for the fact that he's the only one in the group who isn't a Trainer. And I love how he learns that you have to actually interact with Pokemon to learn what it's all about, that you can't replace experience, that you can still experience things now even if you are too young to start. There isn't a limit to going out and interacting with the world. He doesn't have to wait. He's allowed to make mistakes and own up and not know stuff and grow, now and in the future. In a way, he's learning the same things as May, and I think that's wonderful.

And while I wish that he could've gotten a Pokemon while on the journey (one that he could keep à la XY with Bonnie), I'm fine with what he had in Advanced. He got to see Gym Battles. He got to travel two (2) regions. He got to see different aspects of being a Trainer, as a Coordinator and as a Breeder/Doctor. He got the recognition of his father in the end and was able to get into the Gym business. He got to play and learn with so many Pokemon and just act his age for once, instead of having to grow up to make up the percieved difference (wrongly percieved, might I add). Dang it, he brefriended two Mythical Pokemon (Jirachi and that other Deoxys). I dunno, he's doing pretty well for himself. Sure he's snappish and remarks on a bunch of stuff, but AG is full of that (ugh Ash was on another level, especially in Hoenn) (we don't talk about flat Brock) and S1 Kanto was way worse.

Anyways everyone go out and appreciate this goober. He did not bond with this Ralts for nothing and I swear I did not cry in this ep just for everyone to hate him. His character growth was awesome and if we ever get a Chronicles 2.0 I need to see his journey (the kids that go with Ash legit get such powerful Pokemon I fear for the competition lol).

[softdrabbles]

as she shook the woman's hand, charlotte didn't know what had come over her, or at least didn't want to acknowledge it. tatum wasn't hers, she had no right to the overwhelming feeling to ensure the other knew they were there together, that the other was off limits. pulling her hand back, she offered a tight lipped smile, ignoring the nagging feeling that there seemed to be more to the story, "likewise." charlotte followed jess' gaze to tatum, her hand moving to rest on their back, soothing it, as they decided what to order.

an amused smile played on charlotte's lips as the other finally ordered, only growing as they faced her, "you trying to get me drunk, cowboy?" she teased, cocking an eyebrow playfully. "i don't mind, i actually haven't had one in quite a few years, the last time was my sister's bachelorette party," she mused, chuckling at the memory, "not my finest of moments." their choice of drink however wasn't something she wanted to forget, maybe one she wanted to learn how to make even.

charlotte had always been extremely modest when it came to how much money she earned and what she did with it. she didn't really have expensive things to be showy about, sure she had a beautiful home and a nice car but she wasn't one to flash her money around. in front of the 'i guess an old friend' however, there was a primal urge to show off to the blonde but she could see tatum reaching for their back pocket so she let them open the tab without protest. charlotte could feel eyes glancing at her every so often, making her naturally move closer into tatum, wondering what it was that had the other so intrigued by her.

the hand on her back was comforting, a reassurance that tatum was there for her, that they were looking out for her, protecting her. as they headed to a more secluded spot, she relaxed, "that's a lie because i know you do," charlotte teased back at them with a dimpled smile as she sat on the stool, her eyes unable to pull from the other as they removed their coat. in hopes not to be caught, she took a sip of her long island to distract her. tatum's suggestion for her to keep the jacket caused her to smile, it was comfortably oversized, had country style and a smell that reminded her of them. "yeah? i do really like it, it's probably one of the comfier jackets i've worn." which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact it felt like a constant hug from them. "i think it'd be safe to say that about all your clothes."

"Hey, it's definitely been a while." Tatum offered a polite smile at the young woman. It was clear that the two of them hadn't seen each other in a long time. Unlike Tatum, most people their age stayed in town, with no desire to create a life for themselves elsewhere. The ability to engage in endless conversations was now replaced with nothing more than awkward small talk. Tatum was about to introduce Charlotte to the younger woman, but as the brunette spoke up, it seemed she had decided to take matters into her own hands. "Yeah," Tatum watched as the two shook hands, something the blonde clearly hadn't been expecting, "it's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Jess. I guess you could say I'm an old friend." As Jess withdrew her hand, she glanced over at Tatum, clearly waiting for them to order something.

"I'll get two Long Islands, please," Tatum chose in a slight panic, eager to break up the small talk. "Coming right up," Jess simply smiled before disappearing to the other end of the long bar. Tatum leaned against the counter, an elbow resting against the worn wood as they looked over at Charlotte. "I hope you don't mind a long island. It's all I used to drink in my early twenties. In this bar at least, they're somewhat cheap and lethal; if you want to get drunk quickly, then it's the drink for you." It was more information than most would reveal over a simple drink. But they only have a few weeks to be as convincing as they could be. So any small detail regarding Tatum's life was better than nothing.

"Here you go," Jess placed both drinks down with a professional smile. "Are you wanting to start a tab or pay for these now?" Tatum was already delving into the back pocket of their jeans, pulling out a wallet. "I'll start a tab." They placed a card on the bar as Jess picked it up. Blue eyes kept glancing over at Charlotte while she was busy with the cash register. Tatum wondered if the blonde recognised the older woman. Or if she was internally questioning the situation between them both. Tatum understood why the pair might turn heads, and not exactly for the right reasons. There was a clear age gap, not to mention a natural power imbalance between boss and employee. But Tatum was unbothered by it. Others' opinions on their choices didn't exactly keep them up at night. 

Once Tatum took back their card, they led Charlotte to an empty table. An affectionate hand rested on the brunette's back as they chose a small table, furthest away from the other customers. "See, I told you nobody would care about you in here." Whilst the words could be deemed as harsh, it was clear that Tatum was simply being playful. They placed their drink down before swiftly removing their coat and draping it over the back of their stool. As they sat down idle, elbows rested on the table between them. 

"If you like that jacket, you can keep it if you like." Tatum's eyes scanned over the old garment that suddenly looked brand new on Charlotte. The jacket hadn't made the cut when Tatum first moved out, spending all this time hung up and forgotten in their closet. "If I'm being completely honest, it looks a million times better on you than it ever did on me." Now that Tatum was truly thinking about it, there was something hot about Charlotte wearing their clothes. It caused a stir of feelings that Tatum did their best to ignore. At the end of the day, this was still a professional relationship, regardless of the title they will eventually gain. 

[sunscall]

Mac and Charlie + their relationship with colours

[hauntingblue]

Skypiea time part 2

She is a woman..... this is sanji's influence... in whiskey peak his slashes were non gendered

Ace just letting himself get pushed into the river like aight my bad I will take my punishment.... he really is so well mannered (it sounds like I'm talking about a dog)

Conis showing that nami influence.... gfs....

Nami and luffy twins moment look how relieved she is... this whole fight is so theirs...

Also how funny it is that the milk girl gave ace a shirt.... also new pants??? She must think he lost the shirt in the river.... no girl he is just a slut...

Nami: okay ❤️ yay ❤️

Noland just thinking about where karugara is and if he is alright in his EXECUTION!! SICK AND TWISTED

OMG BOUNDMAN INSPO????

NO ACEEE NOOOOOOOO

THE END OF ACES STORY IS THAT THE COFFE IS NO LONGER BITTER BC THEY SERVE IT WITH MILK AND WHY AM I EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT

[byanyan]

literally just... them.

[navybrat817]

Knock You Down a Peg or Two

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Established relationship, violent threats (not against the reader), protective vibes, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I'm in a mood, lovelies. We can consider this in the same universe as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and Handsome and Beautiful. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was no longer the Winter Soldier. He told himself every day he wasn't a cold killer anymore. He did his best to make amends and worked hard to clear his name. From time to time though, people pushed his buttons and got under his skin. You helped him brush it off. Their opinions didn't matter at the end of the day, only yours.

You mattered to him more than anything else. So, if someone bothers him, yeah, he could let it go. Someone upsetting you? He wouldn't stand for it.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he spotted the little weasel sitting at the table in the break room alone. A few hours ago, you called him to vent about how this guy repeatedly tried to make you look bad in front of your superior during a meeting. It wasn’t the first time either. Your tears of frustration were obvious by your tone on the other end, though you tried to hide them. You worked hard, harder than anyone else he knew, and you took your job seriously.

He saw red when he heard you sniffle and it was the only color he had seen since then.

“Give me his name.”

“Bucky, no,” you had argued. “The guy’s a prick and I just needed to vent, so you don’t-”

“Please, baby,” he whispered, knowing full well you could handle yourself, but you were his wife and someone took joy out of your day. Not just that, they made you cry. He took this personally and he wanted to defend you. “Just give me his name so I can take care of it.”

You softly gave him the name, and he made it a priority to find the asshole. It didn’t take him long. No one even questioned why he was asking. It must’ve been his “murder strut” and glare. You once said it could break even the strongest of people.

He headed toward the empty chair beside the agent, careful not to make a sound. His stealth assisted with that. Once he reached the chair though, he made it a point to scrap the chair across the floor to get the prick's attention. The annoyance in his eyes quickly shifted to fear when he realized who he was looking at.

Good. He hoped he pissed his pants.

He made a show of slipping off his leather jacket before taking a seat, making sure the agent got a good look at his metal arm. He also made a show of getting one of his knives out, one you gifted him. “I think we can skip the introductions since you know who I am and I really don't give a shit who you are,” he began, his voice low as he twirled the knife between his fingers. “But I understand you know my wife and, well, she’s the reason I’m here.”

The guy blinked when Bucky made eye contact, the blade still expertly weaving in his hand. “S-Sure. Everyone knows your wife.”

Bucky smiled softly, taking a second to glance at his wedding band. “I’m usually not one to brag, but I can’t help it when it comes to her. She works hard and deserves all the praise she gets, but she’s still humble. Appreciative. Loyal,” he boasted, still smiling before he glared again. “She’d never throw anyone under the bus, especially in front of a superior.”

The little weasel cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. He seemed to notice for the first time that they were the only two people there. “Look, I don’t know what your wife said, but-”

Bucky pointed the blade at him. “I would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next,” he snarled, his eyes as cold as ice.

There was a beat of silence as the guy squirmed in his seat and averted his gaze. Bucky wished you were there to see it. And Steve and Sam. “I may have run my mouth a bit. I just wanted to knock her down a peg or two, you know? She keeps getting promoted and…” he swallowed when Bucky’s eyes narrowed to slits. If this fucker even thought about implying that you slept your way to get where you were today, he may actually cut his throat. “Please, don't kill me.”

The silence after that statement may have been uncomfortable for some, but Bucky didn’t break a sweat. No, he was just thinking of all the different ways he could put him in the hospital for even thinking he had a right to put you down. Putting the knife away, he slowly got to his feet. “Get up,” he said quietly, flexing his hands in intimidation.

“Fuck.” The man nearly knocked his chair over as he stood. “Listen, I’m sorry,” he blurted out, putting his hands out in front of him. “I’ll apologize to her first thing tomorrow, I swear.”

“You think that makes up for it? And are you sorry for trying to make her look bad or are you sorry that you’re under my radar now?” Bucky’s stare remained steady as he knocked his chair out of the way, the piece of furniture nearly splintering when it hit the wall. “Everyone knows what I'm capable of, but do you know what happens to people who upset. My. Wife?”

Bucky refused to say that you cried. The asshole might take that as a sign of victory and he wouldn’t give him any sort of win. He didn’t deserve it. He didn't deserve to be in the same space as you.

The guy’s mouth parted as he took a few steps back on shaky legs. “I-It won’t happen again! I swear!”

“No, it won't, but how about I cut your tongue out so you can’t run your mouth again? Maybe pull out your teeth, too?” Bucky knocked the table away next as he advanced. “Or how about your eyes so you won’t look at her either. Hell, I’ll settle for taking your arm. We’ll match.”

The man let out what sounded like a whimper, his teeth nearly chattering from his fear. Scaring people had given him nightmares, haunted him, but it fueled his fire when he terrified anyone in your honor. “I won’t bother her ever again! I’ll tell my boss she deserves another promotion! I'll transfer! You have my word! I’m sorry!”

Bucky laughed after a moment, a bitter, chilling sound before he held up a hand. “I’m just fucking with you.”

His eyes were still wide with fear. “W… What?”

“I was just trying to scare you a little. You should see the look on your face,” Bucky chuckled again, lightly smacking the guy’s cheek. “Listen, you don’t have to transfer and I’m not going to torture you. Just apologize to my girl and we’re good, okay?”

“Okay.” He let out a breath and chuckled, too. “You really won’t torture me?”

“No, I won’t,” he grinned, grabbing his shoulders. “But I will knock you down a peg or two.”

The prick didn’t see the headbutt coming, but he felt it before he hit the ground. Bucky knew he’d feel it in the morning, too. He got off lucky.

“You know, after you apologize to my wife, I hope you do stay so you can see her continue to thrive,” Bucky toed the guy’s body with his boot. “And speaking of, I need to go buy her some flowers, chocolate, and wine. She deserves it.”

Grabbing his jacket from the broken chair across the room and brushing it off, he whistled as he left the room. He waited until he was a good distance away to call. You picked up on the second ring.

“Hey.” You sounded much better than you did earlier. “So, what’s the damage?”

“Hey, baby,” he smiled. “I headbutted the prick. And before you ask, my head feels great.”

The former assassin may get suspended for that and damaging the table and chair, but he doubted the asshole would have the balls to speak up about what happened.

“Bucky…” you sighed. You were probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“You’re gonna let me eat you for dessert when I get home,” he smirked. Not that he needed an excuse to dive between your legs, but he'd take any chance he had. “Figure I'll give you at least two orgasms before dinner.”

“Is that right, Mr. Barnes?”

“That is right, Mrs. Barnes.”

The sound of your giggle spread warmth through his chest. Your happiness was his happiness. “Better not keep me waiting,” you teased, pausing for a beat. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he said. You always stuck up for him without question.

“Love you.”

His heart swelled more. “Love you, too.”

He’d have some more explaining to do once he got home and would probably have to pay for the damage he caused. He was also sure that you were plotting the demise of the man’s career and would tell him that he didn’t need to do anything, but he wanted to. He was no longer the Winter Soldier.

But he was your husband and he’d defend you with his life, no matter what.

Violence isn't the answer, but this is fanfiction and we all deserve a loving Bucky. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[pearlymel]

A dance— Capitano

Synopsis : your relationship with him grows, and he seems sweeter than ever.

Wc : 3.2k

Warnings : contains NSFW content, fem!reader, reader is mostly called 'wife', he's super sweet, soft sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink kinda, reader wears a dress and heels.

Notes : part 2 is heree! I highly recommend reading part 1 here. And part 3 is out here!

You've tried creating art, you've tried cooking (with the help of your personal maid, Marina), you've even tried planting.

Yeah, you're a plant mom now. Not only that, you're a cat mom too. Saving the poor kitty from the harsh rain one day, you couldn't leave the poor little one outside. It's mother seeming to abandon it.

All because you have become extremely bored on the days where Capitano wouldn't be here, and he forbade you to even clean your shared bedroom because he thinks it's useless when there are servants present to do the job. (He doesn't want to tire you out.)

Come to think of it, the last time you saw him, he kept avoiding you. Whenever you tried striking a conversation during dinner, he would only hum and nod. Or when you suggested to have another picnic, he flatly refused, and it felt like the hardest rejection to your face.

It's like he had his own mood swings that you had to deal with. One day he would indulge you in the activities you wanted to do, then the next he would refuse.

Like last week.

“I used to do this when i was young.” You tell him with the softest smile to yourself, your fingers working carefully with the flower petals and strings. You were determined to make this flower crown, and you were taking your sweet time just to have him by your side.

Capitano silently listened to your words, his gaze fixed on your gentle movements as you delicately fashioned a flower crown. The air between you was calm, "You have a talent for making flower crowns," he eventually responded, his deep voice breaking the tranquil silence.

"Did you learn it from someone?”

“No… just by myself.” He couldn't help but be impressed by your innate ability to create such an intricate accessory without any formal instruction. "Self-taught." He mused, "You have an unusual aptitude for discovering things on your own.”

You hum back while adding the finishing touches, and he watched your proud display of the finished flower crown.

“this is for kitty!” You smile at the thought of the little one purring with a pretty crown on it's head.

Kitty? Capitano is confused once you start talking about the cat, you seem even more excited when you described how you cuddled with it.

"You just happened to come across this crying feline in the rain, and you brought it home with you?”

“yes! Ah, well… i hope you don't mind.”

“i don't.”

And that was the last of your conversation, and it's been a week since you last saw him.

“my lady,” You recognise the voice of Marina as she knocks on the door, and you grant her the permission of her entry.

You set the sleeping kitten on the fluffed up pillow to reach for the letter she hands you.

An invitation to the grand ball… you read the contents of it, scanning every word as you pull the paper down.

“like a party?” you ask, glancing up at her, "Yes, that is correct. A grand ball is taking place tonight. It's a gathering of the higher-ranking Fatui members and a few... select guests.” she trails off, unsure of what else to add on.

“I can see that this invitation is for Capitano, not to me.”

“lord Capitano doesn't normally attend these grand balls. So my lady, you will have to go instead.” Marina explains this and you feel like you're going to have a headache.

All you wanted to do today was sleep in with the kitten. Not to trouble yourself in some party.

But… if it's for the sake of your husband's reputation, then you are willing to do it.

You hope you don't pass away too quick from your social anxiety.

“Marina, does this really suit me?” You stare at your reflection, and Marina looks at you approvingly, her eyes taking in your stunning appearance. "Sì, my lady, it suits you perfectly," she assures you, "The dress brings out your features beautifully and fits your figure perfectly.”

“and the colour?”

"Oh, yes, the color is exquisite. It complements your skin tone perfectly. You look like a princess attending a royal ball.” and you smile shyly as you take your seat, “You flatter me too much, you know?”

Marina chuckles softly, moving behind you to work on your hair with practiced ease. "It's not flattery if it's the truth. You look truly radiant today." She begins to style your hair, weaving intricate braids and pinning them in place with delicate silver pins.

Though you can't even lie to yourself, you looked absolutely gorgeous, even when you felt a little down since you would be going alone, and you barely knew anyone.

Marina pauses in her work for a moment, her expression becoming sympathetic as she sensed your nervousness. “It's natural to feel that way. But I believe you will be fine. You are strong and independent." She resumes styling your hair, her fingers moving nimbly to create elegant curls.

You smile at her, looking at her from the mirror, “thank you.”

"It is my honor to serve you.” As she finishes your hair, she steps back to admire her work, a satisfied expression on her face. "You are ready, my lady.”

You are ready.

You are not ready.

Because why was everyone's eyes piercing bullets through you as you entered the main hall?

The whispers and murmurs start almost immediately, the guests clearly intrigued by your presence. However, you manage to keep your composure, straightening your back and walking forward with confidence, just like how Marina taught you.

Stay calm they won't eat you, you tell yourself, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of their gazes.

You were here to make friends, hopefully.

You scan the room, hoping that someone would approach you to engage in conversation. Yet nobody, not a single soul, seems to have the courage to do so. The guests continue their conversations and dances, seemingly ignoring your presence.

And so, you find yourself standing alone, sipping on a glass of champagne, feeling lost and slightly out of place.

Well this is boring. You could've stayed in with Kitty and Marina, but at least you get free food. They always taste better, right?

Everyone went silent all of a sudden, but you ignored it at first and continue taking sips of your drink.

But the silence becomes uncomfortable, just what happened to the party?

You turn around, your eyes widening immediately in surprise as you see Capitano walking towards you. Your heart seems to skip a beat as you watch him approach, his presence commanding attention and authority in the room. Capitano stops in front of you, you can't make up what his face must be like right now, but you think he has a stoic expression on his face as he takes in your appearance. His eyes roaming up and down your figure, seemingly appreciating the elegance of your dress.

“husband?” You blurt out, setting your glass aside to greet him.

"Wife," he says simply, acknowledging the fact that you have finally addressed him by that term.

The tension breaks when soft, elegant music begins to play, signaling the start of partner dances in the middle of the ballroom.

Capitano seems to realize this as he glances around at the couples already making their way to the dance floor. He then turns back to you, his expression unreadable as he silently contemplates the situation.

He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your hand clutched at your dress.

"I suppose we should dance, wife.”

“you want to dance?”

"Yes," he responds. "It appears it's customary for couples at these events to dance together." He extends his hand in your direction, gesturing for you to take it. You take his hand, wrapping it gently around his gloved one. His fingers close around your hand, his grip gentle yet firm as he leads you towards the dance floor.

You notice the whispers and murmurs among the guests growing louder. But you chose to ignore them.

Capitano guides you to the center of the dance floor and positions himself opposite you, his hand settling onto your waist, and your hands on his shoulders.

"Do you know how to dance?" You whisper to him, making sure no one listens, and your eyes are on him.

"I may not engage in these social events often, but even I understand the basics of dance." His hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, you follow his lead.

Interesting.

He leads the dance with of assurance and grace, his movements fluid and confident. As you follow his lead and swirl together across the dance floor, your eyes meet his, and you find yourself unable to look away. The closeness between you makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you dancing together.

You notice how he seems to turn his head slightly to look at others, mimicking their movements swiftly, it makes you smile to yourself.

His hand on your waist feels warm, almost burning even through the fabric of your dress. It's a strange sensation you've never felt when touching him, despite having already kissed (once) before.

”my dress,” you whisper amidst the graceful dance, “what do you think of it?”

You figured you always needed to give him a little push when initiating things.

His attention drift down to take in the sight of your dress once again. His gaze roams over the fabric, lingering on the way it clings to your figure, and how the color contrasts against your skin.

"It's... " he pauses, you're just wearing a dres, but he finds it difficult to describe what he feels, "Very pleasing to the eye.” he manages to continue.

"You look rather well tonight, as well.”

“Thank you, wife.”

The music suddenly shifts to a slower tempo, and Capitano instinctively adjusts his hold on you, pulling you slightly closer as he continues to dance with you.

You totally ignore how your face is almost pressed up against his chest.

As interesting as the party was, the worst part of was walking back to the estate. Why? Because the carriage decided to break down, or maybe the horses were sleepy, you don't know.

You're glad your husband is with you, or else you might've been sacrificed to the dogs at night, now even ants will fear this big guy.

But what's worse? Your damn heels are killing you. The sides of your pinky toes are already aching that you are sure it will cause nasty blisters by tomorrow.

"Perhaps next time you should wear more comfortable shoes." He stated bluntly, his deep voice betraying no pity for your situation. “but they look pretty, plus i feel elegant in them.” you stop at your tracks, looking up at him with a defeated expression.

"I'm well aware." he says dryly, "But at what cost? You're practically torturing yourself with those heels.”

He's half right, your point still stands. Beauty is pain. And now you'll have to sacrifice your beauty.

Bye bye heels. You slide them off your feet, bow having your poor feet to walk on these rocky grounds. You do feel a little better after, though.

“stay still.” He utters, and you're confused, until he takes your heels in one hand before you feel a shift of your weight off your feet, finding yourself being carried into his arms.

you wrapped your arms around his neck silently, your eyes glancing up at him as he continues walking like he you weigh nothing.

The air around you is peaceful. You feel safe with him, he's not like the scary man you hear from the others. Maybe to others he was, but to you? He was soft for you.

Your head leans on his chest where his heart rested, the beats of his heart makes you sleepy, but you refuse to sleep just like this, you want to spend every single second savouring this feeling.

Capitano carried you all the way to the estate, and through the dark corridors, making his way to your shared chambers.

The soft moonlight filtering through the windows was the only source of illumination, the atmosphere around you quiet.

He gently deposited you back on your feet, you're back home safely.

“thank you.” You whisper, your hands reaching to take the pins out of your hair to let it breath from the scruffy yet beautiful hairstyle, and Capitano starts taking off the heavy layers off him as well, with the helmet out.

You don't notice how one of your dress straps seem to fall off your shoulders, but he notices, and oh did that make something in him stir.

His steps closer from behind you, his hand reaching to put the strap back in place, but instead, he glances at the other strap.

It looked rather lonely being on your shoulder, his fingers delicately sliding the strap down which makes you ultimately still in your place.

Your entire body trembled slightly as Capitano's hands caressed your skin, tracing gentle paths across your shoulders and back down to the zipper on your side. “May i.. help you out of your dress?” His low, gruff voice, asking for permission to help you out of your dress, made your heart beat faster.

You could only nod in response, your voice silenced by a mixture of anticipation and desire. Capitano's touch was meticulous, his thumb and index delicately moving down the zipper with deliberate slowness, prolonging the tension.

Capitano lets out another low hum as he watches the dress slide down to your ankles, now leaving you only in your undergarments. His hands traced the contour of your body, his touch delicate yet possessive. His own breathing became ragged, the sight of you partially undressed igniting a fire in his eyes.

“Will you allow me to touch you?”

The question makes you turn your head, of course he can.

When you don't stop him from wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back, he takes it as a green light to continue.

His hand first brushed your hair out of the way, to allow his lips to come in contact with the nape of your neck, “you're so beautiful..." he whispered, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity through your core.

“I don't…” he hesitates, wanting to move his hands away, “i don't want to do anything you don't like.”

And your expression softens at his concern, you turn around to take his face into your hands, your thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks and he nuzzles into your touch, wrapping a hand around your wrist before pressing a kiss to your palm. You further reassure him by littering his face with your lips, giving every empty space of his skin with at least one kiss.

“Allow me to experience this with you, and i shall take care of you till i take my very last breath.” he hoists you up easily into his arms, rough hand under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist, he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body covering yours as he looked down at you.

“You occupy my every thought,” he starts, “that it feels sinful to even look at your way.” He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hand continued its exploration, ripping your bra off to cup your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, pinching it gently as he deepened the kiss when you gasp, his tongue delving into your mouth, savouring your taste and angelic sounds.

He leaned down afterwards, his mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and your hands find his ling strands instantly, tugging on them while being careful not to hurt him.

His fingers traced down to your hip, giving them a firm squeeze before ripping your panties off next, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, feeling you writhe and tense up under him.

It felt like an unknown territory you've yet to explore.

Upon sensing your discomfort, he presses his lips to your eyelids, then to your neck, taking his time until you relaxed, until you started feeling good based off how you were bucking your hips now.

Oh how he wanted to take his time with you, but he was aching so bad that if he continues touching you he might just burst embarrassingly fast in his pants.

“Let me in, my wife.” He gently starts massaging your thighs as he parts them, making you feel more exposed than ever, but he distracts you by softly kissing you again and again while he's unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, revealing his throbbing thick, hard cock.

“Capitano—!” you try to squirm away when you feel his tip push into your tight hole, your lips parting from the way he stretched you open, but at the same time you felt relaxed with his soft whispers of ‘take your time’ and ‘you’re doing well, my wife.’

Your cunt soon takes in every inch, swallowing him whole until you were a panting mess, and you didn't even start.

Capitano then began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting you get used to his size, to how you feel, to how he feels as he makes love to you for the first time together.

You feel your heart up to your throat and ears, it felt incredible, something you've never felt before, your soft moans echoing in the air along with a few groans coming from him.

He shivered when he felt your fingertips trace the few scars littering his shoulders and back, his dick twitching almost instantly before his thrusts grew faster, more urgent.

His hand reached down, returning back to draw circles around the bundle of nerves, and he could feel your body tense, your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to rub your clit.

“come for your husband,” he breaths heavily next to your ear, and you come undone, your moans filling the room as he felt you milk his cock. He could feel his own release following after, his balls tightening before he slammed into you one last time, spilling thick ropes into your womb, until you were filled to the brim.

Your legs were shaking slightly around him, yet his warm embrace afterwards made you melt, eyelids heavy with him still being buried inside you.

—

You groggily woke up, still half in a dream-like state, the room bathed in shadows due to the closed curtains blocking out the morning sun.

As your senses slowly returned to reality, you heard a soft meow next to you, and sure enough, your little kitten had made itself comfortable in the middle of the bed. To your surprise, Capitano, who was still asleep beside you, didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the creature's presence.

“pst,” you whisper to your husband who only hummed in acknowledgment of your attention. “Can we go have a picnic this early morning? With our baby kitten of course.”

Tags: @sayastyx, @nastylilcvnt, @bigboygoose,

[2tarbell]

US — KOOK!READER

rafe cameron had been yours since the moment you met.

(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

if anyone asked you, you’d say you never got jealous. what was the point? a seemingly endless waste of energy and your valuable attention — people would get on their knees in seconds for a chance to talk to you. a kook princess never got jealous.

which is why the stinging question of ‘why?’ bounced around your head as you watched rafe walk back over to the bar, a pretty head of dark hair awaiting him with an infuriatingly easy going smile.

sofia.

you only learned her name after she introduced herself with a little grin. something about the pogue was effortless and it was currently eating away at any confidence you might’ve had when you walked in.

your makeup felt heavy and your miniskirt too short, too tight — did you look trashy? like you were trying too hard? she was sweet; that girl next door energy you know you’d never have. no matter how much you cried and pleaded.

a bump to your shoulder interrupted your brooding, pretty glossed lips stuck together in a pout, mimicking the furrow of your brow. topper gave you a knowing look and a scowl met him. he chuckled dryly.

“earth to princess, hellooo?”

you rolled your eyes, directing your attention to your empty cocktail glass. the ice looked back at you mockingly — you’re the one who asked rafe to go get you another drink. stupid, stupid, stupid.

“go to hell, top.” the quip made your other best friend laugh, kelce reaching across the table to steal a fry from your untouched plate. how could you eat in a moment like this?

“what’s the problem? you’re literally pouting.” the boy mumbled.

the way kelce spoke through a mouthful of fried potato made you wince. a napkin is thrown in his direction, landing on the table lamely. boys are so messy, and nosey.

you huff dramatically, “ugh, it’s nothing. god, i miss when men went off to war and, like, died or something—“

your annoyed spiel is cut off by a drink being placed in front of you, the lime already squeezed in and floating amongst the cubes of ice. just how you like it. a warm hand rests on the nape of your neck as the chair beside you squeaks against the floor. that voice you know so well rumbling close to you.

“who’s dying?” rafe mumbles as he gets comfortable in the plush chair again, arm stretching behind your shoulders. the gesture is so casual and it makes your stomach twist.

his eyes are piercing when you look over at him — a smirk raises his lips and you fight the urge to slap him then kiss it off his stupid face.

“you — if you were gonna take any longer.”

the eye roll you receive is nothing out of the ordinary — rafe was used to your bitchy tendencies. but watching him chat with the bartender made a seed of doubt burrow into your mind. sofia probably wasn’t such a cunt. maybe that’s why he likes her.

“yeah, well, someone wanted a lime and they were out. sorta hadta wait for your shit, dollface…” rafe explained like it was second nature.

your passive aggressiveness never seemed to phased him, he always put up with it, with you. the thought hurt more than you cared to admit. it was masked with a glare.

you flipped your hair over your shoulder and crossed a leg over the other, stomach churning while you poked at the cocktail with the thin black straw. the conversation between the boys picked back up — blah blah, golf, topper whining about sarah, blah blah.

it was like the cameron boy sensed your disinterest. his arm on the back of your chair shifted, blunt nails now tracing up and down your spine. the contact made your back straighten before leaning into his touch.

it was pacifying for a while. his side profile caught your attention, nose sharp and sexy, cheekbones crafted expertly. he was so handsome it was unfair... she probably thought so, too.

god, why couldn’t you stop thinking about that pogue girl? was he charming and funny to her? maybe he played hard to get and dismissive. maybe her number was sitting in his pocket, scribbled on a napkin in perfect curls — fucking ew.

suddenly you became irritated. the thought of your best friend, your rafe thinking he could flirt with someone like her then slink back over to you. yeah, right. you weren’t that easy. you rolled your shoulders, shrugging off his touch. he shot you a look but didn’t say anything, just adjusted in his chair.

you were listening to the conversation even less now, anger and something you didn’t want to name boiling in your chest. stiff as a board, you picked at your food. only humming in acknowledgment when something concerned you. it was obvious something was the matter and your friends shared curious looks with each other but never asked you outright.

a warm palm tried to squeeze your thigh but you pushed his hand off. rafe clenched his jaw at your dismissal, feeling that familiar need for dominance over you and whatever fuckin’ attitude you decided to have today. with topper and kelce in a heated debate over something probably stupid, rafe leaned in — his breath was hot against your ear as he spoke in a low warning tone.

“don’t know what your fuckin’ deal is — but it ends now, yeah? eat.”

the glare you sent up through your lashes only stoked the fires of his annoyance. there’s a momentary stare off, eyes communicating thousands of thoughts and unspeakable feelings.

with a scoff you look away, feeling a lump form in your throat. no, this isn’t happening. you stand abruptly and rifle through your purse for a hundred before you throw it on the table, storming off with heels clicking.

the sound echoes in rafe’s head as he snatches the bill up, placing his card down on the table. he quickly follows after you, ignoring the way sofia’s eyes light up when he heads her direction.

“hi, rafe, i was just…” her words fizzle out in her tongue as she watches him pass her, marching after the pretty girl in a yellow top.

the small family bathroom offered a reprieve from the stifling nature of rafe’s presence and your own mind. looking in the mirror — you hardly recognized yourself. you shoved your purse onto the counter, feeling like your composure was completely lost.

eyes wide and teary, lips still glittery but trembling. this was only a version of you he could bring out. now, you found yourself wishing for the comforting weight of his words and gaze and — no, be strong. get it together.

the silence was broken by the door being pushed open with immense force. your head dropped, not trusting yourself to form a witty stab of words. within seconds he was turning you, body hard and pressing your back into the counter, reaching behind you and shoving the hundred dollar bill back into your purse. a wince left you when he gripped your jaw tightly with a hold unforgiving and questioning.

“fuck was that, huh? you— you were doin’ so well, dollface, and now—”

the words halted when he saw a shiny tear streak down your face. the way his eyes softened only pushed you further into despair. his hand moved, now cupping your face and running a thumb along your cheekbone. the wet pearl caught on his skin but once they started, they just kept coming.

soon you were in his arms, hiccuping and holding on for dear life. rafe rocked you with a tight hold — voice soothing despite the look of confusion on his face. he’d never seen you this upset before, this broken.

“hey, hey, woah — what’s’a matter? what happened?” he cooed.

his large palm smoothed over your hair as you pressed your makeup running cheeks to his chest. hugging rafe always made everything better, but now you can’t stop thinking about him holding her like this.

he spoke your name firmly, pulling your head back to look deep into your wet eyes. his stare was intense, worried and seeking answers.

“use your words f’me,” he pushed your hair back off your forehead as he mumbled. and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve shrieked about him ruining your hair.

“jus’— d’you like her?” you blubbered.

rafe was more than confused, his eyebrows drawn together tightly. he crouched down a little, trying to hear your meek voice better.

frustrated and distraught, you pushed him back weakly. a few more inches were put between you two — only a few seconds until he crowded you again, trying to soothe you.

“sofia, rafe! do you like her?”

your yelling had him stepping even closer. shaking his head quickly, confused and slightly irritated, rafe cupped your cheeks in his palms.

“okay, okay— i heard you. don’t scream. i don’t— i don’t even fuckin’ know her. stop, stay still—“

you were squirming, trying to get far from him. far from this and the horrible ache in your chest at just the thought him maybe, possibly—

“stop, i’m talking now. ‘m not— i don’t like sofia, okay? i don’t, y’hear me?” his voice was authoritative, freezing you in place. those blue eyes pleaded with yours for understanding, for trust.

despite the tension between you, his heart skips a beat as your gaze meets his. he sees the sparkle in your eyes, that fire mixed with a hint of softness that he’s so fond of. it gives him a glimmer of hope that maybe he can bridge this gap between you.

“c’mon. you know you’re my girl.”

you melt into him unconsciously, seeking that warmth his embrace always seemed to bring. you’re hugging each other tightly in the small bathroom. rafe stares at your figures in the mirror, watching as you nuzzle further into his arms. like you belong there.

with a sniffle, you tip your head back. feeling so small as you look up at his face. rafe leans down and presses a tender kiss to your mouth — moving slowly in a moment of raw vulnerability.

his voice is low, you feel the vibrations against your lips as he speaks softly, “i wouldn’t do that t’you… to us.”

he feels your body tense at his words, his hands squeeze your hips. with wide eyes you pull back from the kiss and gape at him. his touch is begging you to listen, to not freak out. the tears well anew as you let his words wash over you. us. he thinks there’s an us.

suddenly, it’s like you can breathe again. like all the nights feeling scared and confused without him seem worth it. all of it’s worth it to be in his arms like this, hearing him justify the feelings you’ve done everything to bury.

rafe cups your cheek in one hand, the other arm wrapping fully around your body. there’s something so tender and charged about the way he’s looking at you and wiping your crocodile tears away.

he’s begging you now, eyes flicking between yours, “you’re my girl, you know that. always gonna be us, a’ight?”

a light burns in your heart and you realize that you do know that. when has it ever been anything else? when has he not been by your side, dealing with your bullshit? rafe cameron had been yours since the moment you met.

with a shaky exhale you nod, leaning into his palm. the sight of you so fragile tears at his heart and rafe draws you in closer. his nose finds home in your hairline and he peppers kisses along your forehead. us.

the revelation didn’t stop the words from spilling out of your mouth, insecurity still pecking at your mind.

“she’s probably easier to deal with.”

“nah, i don’t wan’ easy.”

he pulls back, holding the back of your neck to angle your face towards him. there’s a hardness to his gaze — like the very idea of easy is repulsing him. then he’s smirking and leaning in.

rafe presses a firm kiss to your mouth, tongue parting your lips and swallowing the hiccup of pleasure that slipped out. his leg wedges its way between yours, knee pressed snugly underneath your miniskirt. he’s devouring you completely unforgivingly. without thought, you roll your hips against his knee. the tension in your body melts away as the friction of his jeans meets your covered clit.

“mmf, rafe—”

“i don’t want easy,” his words accented by harsher presses of his leg upward, causing you to choke on air, “i want you. whiny and bratty and beautiful you. got it?”

nodding your head fervently, he smushes his lips against yours. lifting you onto the small counter and shoving a hand up your skirt, his hardness pressing thick and pulsing against your thigh. the kiss so messy and clothes haphazardly being pulled to the side. the spark of finally being seen, finally being acknowledged as his, fuels the moment.

the sex is slow and steady, a promise of commitment and dedication to this messy relationship. to each other. tears of pleasure and happiness collect on your lash line, pretty face scrunched in ecstasy only rafe could provide.

(and topper and kelce took his card and ordered five beers each.)

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys random headcanons ──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA

Summary: random thing they do or say as your boyfriend*.•

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

He tries making you food just to be nice, but he doesn’t really know how so he just brings you something easy like instant noodles and say “it’s the thought that counts!”

He use to be insecure of his freckles and the only reason he isn’t now is because you kiss them all the time!

he draws you all the time, he hangs them all up in his room so when you hang out with him you tease him about being so obsessed with you which he blushes too

He lets you put his fluffy hair in pigtails sometimes!

He does a stupid dance everytime he beats you in something, a game, a training exercise or something like that. You say it’s cute which makes him flustered~

KATSUKI~

Claims he doesn’t cry at all but in reality he cries in front of you all the time, and ONLY you

He has some hearing loss from his quirk so sometimes he doesn’t hear you walking up to him so you have to kiss him to get his attention

He kisses the back of your hand, not to be a ‘gentleman’ or anything he is just too timid to kiss your face sometimes

His face is always so stern but when you two are alone his face soften SO MUCH. It relaxes into a small smile when he is alone with you

He lights candles for you with tiny explosions, sometimes it doesn’t work and he gets embarrassed for failing so he will just melt it instead! (You don’t really care but if you did he would get you a new one)

SHOTO~

he also lights candles for you, and it actually works. So he gets a bunch of candles for you just so he can light them all for you. He threw away your lighter so you have to ask him

He heats up his hands ever so slightly when he touches you to warm you up. You call him your heating pad LOL. He also gives you massages after training with warm hands as to not hurt you

He normally doesn’t want to even mention his scar but with you he literally asks to kiss it when he feels down about it~ which you always do!

He lets you paint his nails, he also does not care what colors. He just likes spending the time it takes to paint them with you, he normally gossips with you while you paint them~

TENYA~

whenever he is talking to you he sometimes gets so comfortable to the point he will speak incredibly fast! You have to put your hands on his cheeks and tell him to slow down

He reads to you, even if you say no he does it anyways. He says it’s for learning purposes but in reality he just wants to spend time with you

He tries showing off his intelligence with you. “Give me any equation and I am confident I will know how to solve it!”

He sometimes forgets he wears glasses, he falls asleep with them on sometimes so you have to take them off for him. Sometimes he puts his head in your neck but his glasses get in the way which makes him whine and tear them off so he could actually cuddle into you~

He’s so proud of you sometimes he brags about you at random times. “Have you seen y/n? Yeah we are DATING!”

EIJIROU~

He wants to give you love bites sometimes but he knows his teeth are sharp so he’s scared too

His quirk sometimes makes his hands and arms dry from overuse so he asks you what to do about it and you told him to just try moisturizer. he made you put it on him because he likes your warm touch! (Not in a weird way!?)

He lets you draw on him, it doesn’t matter if your bad at drawing or not he likes being your ‘canvas’ he says. As long as you let him draw on you too. It’s normally just dumb faces like ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ or something like that LOL

He is SO WHINY, like extremely whiny! Even in front of his friends, if he wants something from you he’s gunna whine till he gets it. “Y/NNNNNNNNNNN GIVE ME A KITHHHHH” “dude lower your voice people are gunna thing your weird *kiss*”

Whenever he is yapping to you about god knows what he sometimes stutters unintentionally which makes him stop talking for like 5 minutes due to embarrassment. “So t..th.Then…..” “Uhm you ok?” “…” “Your not gunna talk anymore huh?” “*Shakes head*”

DENKI~

he pulls the dumbest faces and then asks you if you still think he’s cute- like “hey y/n am I still cute?(o_O)” “no you look dumb stop it” “fine…”

He shocks you but not on purpose, in general he has so much static electricity coming off of him that he can’t control so sometimes if you reach to play with his hair you’ll get shocked. He apologizes over and over and ‘kisses it better’

He lets you put make up on him, you don’t even have to wear make up yourself and he’s down. You make him look like a princess and he loves it- “I’m beautiful!!!”

He’s very needy which is obvious. He gets so needy for attention that sometimes he will just follow you around school waiting for you to atleast hug him~

SERO~

He loves arts and crafts (LOL) he likes making home made cards for you instead of buying them from a store. He also likes building things with you like bird houses n such. He’s a great tape dispenser so he’s good at it☺️

He’s really good at puzzles so if your doing something like a rubix cube or just a normal puzzle and you get stuck he always helps you!

He leaves love notes for you everywhere, in your bag, on your desk, in your locker or even in your books. He isn’t the best with words but it’s still cute that he tries

TOKOYAMI~

He gets jealous of dark shadow, he always makes you laugh. So in return he banishes dark shadows for a while so he can have alone time with you (aka to cuddle)

He drags his beak through your hair instead of playing with it with his hands, he basically preens you but refuses to admit that’s what he’s doing-

He’s insecure, it is kinda weird that he has a bird head but you don’t let that get in the way. You cover his beak with kisses hoping it’ll make him feel better

He made you a necklace out of one of his feathers, now you wear it everywhere and people either think it’s adorable or cringy

I’ve said it before he is really fluffy so whenever you cuddle you start playing with his feather. He says he doesn’t care but if you don’t he begs you to. “Can you? You know?” “What” “You always play with my feathers?” “Aww you want me to play with your feathers!?” “Yeah.”

AOYAMA~

Behind closed doors he ditches the whole self centered thing and is fixed onto you. While you guys cuddle in privet you could hear him saying “you are so very dazzling! Just as much as me~” or “you are like a shining star! So pretty…” (out of character again but IDC I headcanon him to be a sweetheart!)

Whenever he gets a stomach ache from overusing his power he MAKES you give him a tummy rub, he will force your hand above his stomach and wait for you to sooth him

He wears make up so he lets you do looks on him. If you do good enough he will wear it for the day but most of the time it doesn’t meet his standards LOL

Similar with nails, he lets you paint them whatever color you want and he will keep them on. He doesn’t care as much abt his nails then he does his face-

He loves when you play with his hair, like really loves it. Whenever you play with his hair or give him a scalp massage he just sits there like ^0^. Seriously his mouth will hang open without him realizing. You have to close his mouth manually with your finger

OJIRO~

He lets you play with his tail, you just pet it whenever you want but you have to be careful because his tail is a little ticklish. He will swat you away if it starts to tickle

He Carries your bags for you, he’s a gentleman like that! he does it just to be nice but if you insist on carrying them yourself he won’t stop you!

He sometimes jumps into your arms, as a ‘joke’ which is a lie. Sometimes he just wants to be in your arms! He also finds it hot that you are strong enough to hold him~

He likes when you guys match! Clothes or shoes n such! He thinks it’s cute and we wants everyone to know that y’all r dating!

SATO~

He finds it hot when you call him ‘big boy’ he understands that you don’t do it to shame him but it’s more to flatter him. Like you’ll be having a light breakfast and after he finished he was still hungry so you tease “oh we gotta get more food in you big boy~ wait here I’ll get more!” He blushes so hard over it

He crams his head under your shirt when cuddling, he just likes laying on your stomach ok!

He is a little insecure about his looks, and he is very honest with insecurity so he will just confront you like “y/n I don’t think I look that good today…help?” And you’ll do everything you can to help

Whenever he is injured he milks it so harddd, he will ask you to get him a blanket, or help him eat. “Y/n could you feed this to me? I’m too hurt…” “your arms are fine?” “I know”

He’s the kinda guy to peak over your shoulder while your doing something because he really wants to be apart of it but he’s to scared to ask😭

SHOJI~

The first time you saw his face he was soooo insecure it was really sad, everytime you asked he when like “I don’t think you want to see…this” or “well y/n it’s obvious it isn’t going to look good, it’s probably gunna freak you out”. When he finally did show you he was shocked when you pulled him closer claiming you wanted to “admire his beauty” closer~

Cuddling with him is the best!! He makes a little cocoon around you with his arms! Unless you want to hold him which he also loves!

He insists on holding things for you, everytime you say “I wish I had more hands” he goes “luckily I do!” And takes everything out of your hands

He gets cold easily so sometimes when y’all cuddle he gets freakishly cold and you have to bundle him up like a burrito. You cry over how cute his looks with his mask off in a burrito blanket <3

KOJI~

He talks to you on a regular basis but he almost always leans into your ear, cup it with his hands and whisper instead since he is still very shy, unless you guys are completely alone. Even for the simplest thing; “y/n…do you want water?” “Speak up babe-” “*squealing noise*”

Compliments kill him, like actually last time you called him cute he fainted

He asks you to deal with spiders in his dorm or anywhere. You capture them and release them tho because he feels bad if you just kill them

He leaves you flower petals in random places, you could be looking through your books and notice a flower petal in between two pages~

He back hugs you to cuddle, he’s to scared to be face to face and he’s scared he’s gunna hurt you somehow? You assured him he will never hurt you which makes him feel a little better

Wsg yall!!!! Anywayyyys Next post prob gunna be class 1B cuz again they need more attention 😔

Not proof readdddd!!