#i really should read the manga at some point

[gingerteafairy]

girl never stop writing todd haynes fics im obsessed. esp 'third wheel payback' soso good i love a comic reader fic <3

funny you say that right as i was finishing this one hssowiejsnsk wrote it after seeing an adorable edit of todd with every man gets his wish by lana del rey on tiktok and i religiously saw it everyday multiple times ❤️‍🩹

spiderman milkshake (todd haynes x reader)

Who said comics can't help on a date?

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, waitress!reader, comic references, language, fingering, dry humping, kinks. word count: 4.3k

Todd was practically glued to his milkshake, sucking on the straw like it was some kind of life-sustaining multivitamin when he saw you walk by, effortlessly balancing a tray while tending to the tables. You looked adorable in that waitress uniform. Atomic Comics was his favorite place in the world—his friends, comic books, and a gorgeous nerdy waitress all in one spot. He could swear he saw you wearing a Venom T-shirt before you put on your uniform, matching with his Spiderman one.

Dave and Marty were deep in conversation, but Todd? He was somewhere else entirely—lost in his own world. Or, more accurately, lost in New York City, spideyvenom was getting really interesting right now.

"And like I was saying, Spider-Man’s powers are total garbage," Dave argued, popping a fry into his mouth. "I mean, web-shooting? That’s disgusting. Right, Todd?"

"Huh? Yeah. Totally." Todd replied absentmindedly, taking another sip.

"No way, and I can prove it! Webs are a hit! Just look at how he shoots them," Marty insisted, mimicking Spider-Man's signature hand gesture while making web-slinging sound effects. Dave immediately joined in.

Their laughter faded when they noticed Todd wasn’t reacting at all. He hadn’t moved a muscle. Following his gaze, they landed on you—standing a few feet away, scribbling an order onto your notepad.

Todd was mesmerized. The way you absentmindedly tucked the pen behind your ear, how your hair brushed against your neck, the delicate earring dangling just beneath—it was adorable. He wished he had given you that earring himself.

"I’m telling you, man. You should just talk to her. That’s your second milkshake," Dave pointed out, growing tired of watching Todd’s thousand-yard stare.

"Yeah, dude. This is getting kinda creepy," Marty added, raising an eyebrow.

Truth be told, Todd had known you way before his friends ever did.

He had once posted an insanely cool Justice League edit, and you had actually commented on it. That one reply had somehow turned into a full-on conversation, which then turned into many conversations. And before Todd even knew what hit him, he was completely, hopelessly into you.

The moment you casually mentioned that you read manga too? Yeah. That was it. Game over.

Even if you both chatted online everyday, seeing you in person was a completely different experience. It was like you were strangers all over again. Part of that was because Todd was horrifically shy and couldn’t even look you in the eyes without feeling like his soul was going to physically leave his body. The other part? Well… you were a waitress.

For some reason, that made it feel… wrong.

Like he fantasized a lot, basically a porn movie plot, you coming only on a apron saying "hey, sweetie, here's your milkshake" in an exaggerated sultry voice as you took the piece off. If a hacker could see his browsing history, they would see that 50% of waitress kink videos visualizations came from Todd's PC.

But as a normal shy guy, he was afraid of bothering you. Like you were only talking to him because it was literally your job. And, of course, there was also the massive fear that Dave and Marty would say something stupid and completely humiliate him.

Because, let’s be real—they absolutely would.

Dave exchanged a knowing glance with Marty—silently forming a plan. "Hey, waitress!" He suddenly called out.

Todd’s eyes widened in panic. "No! No, no, no—what the fuck am I supposed to say to her?"

"Order another milkshake," Marty snickered.

Todd ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly freaking out as he saw you glance in their direction before heading toward their table.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit—she’s coming!" His voice barely came out as he scrambled for an escape, gulping down his milkshake like his life depended on it.

"How can I help?" you greeted with a warm smile, the sunlight from the window behind you making you look even more radiant. Then, your gaze landed on Todd. "Hey, Todd. The usual?"

"Me?" Todd blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. He turned to his friends, who looked just as amused as they were surprised.

"Yeah… milkshake. I know you like it—you always get the same thing," you beamed casually, already flipping open your notepad.

"Uh… I… can I…" Todd stumbled over his words. Oh my God, she knows what I like. His brain was short-circuiting. "I wanna buy you a milkshake."

You let out a soft laugh, pulling the pen from behind your ear and jotting something down. "I’m gonna serve you a big slice of ‘never do that again,’ okay?"

You replied, folding the piece of paper and placing it near his hand before walking away. Todd stared at you, utterly devastated. His soul left his body.

"Oof, dude… that was rough," Dave cringed, physically recoiling from secondhand embarrassment.

"Yeah, I kinda saw that one coming," Todd muttered, hesitantly unfolding the note—fully expecting his official rejection letter, his eyes widened.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?!" Dave and Marty leaned in at the same time. Todd slowly turned the paper around.

"I’m off at 5. XOXO."

"XOXO?" Dave repeated, snatching the paper.

"It means hugs and kisses, dumbass," Marty rolled his eyes, taking it from him to inspect the handwriting. Before he could analyze further, Todd swiped back his sacred treasure.

"I dunno… think I won’t go," Todd murmured, pouting dramatically.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're gonna chicken out now that she actually showed interest?" Marty hissed in disbelief.

"I don’t know, man… She’s perfect. And I’m just… this." Todd gestured vaguely to himself. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he absentmindedly reached for his milkshake straw—only to find nothing there.

"Hey, man. Don’t be like that," Marty said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "If she’s into you, that means there’s gotta be something cool about you."

"Yeah, Todd. You’re a cool guy, the smartest one out of the three of us. You’ll do great," Dave reassured him, flashing a confident smile.

Todd let out a weak laugh, barely processing the words as he glanced at you. His heart skipped a beat when you turned and met his gaze, smiling at him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Was this what cardiac arrest felt like?

"Yeah… it’s gonna be great," he mumbled, his lips stretching into a dumb, lopsided grin. Every ounce of self-doubt vanished. That smile of yours? That was all he needed today.

Marty and Dave, sensing the gravity of the situation, made sure to stay with him until the very last minutes of your shift. They cracked jokes, debated superhero fights, and did their best to keep Todd from imploding. And for a while, it worked—until the clock ticked closer to 5 PM.

Todd felt it before he saw it—the rush of oh-no-oh-no-it’s-happening panic settling in his bones. His palms grew clammy as he watched you disappear into the employee break room. His foot tapped against the floor rapidly.

Dave, immediately noticing, snapped his fingers in front of Todd’s face. "Alright, dude. Focus up. Take this."

Todd blinked as Dave dropped a stick of gum into his hand. "Do I have bad breath?"

"No… but trust me, mint gum is a game changer. Chicks love it."

Marty, standing beside them, shoved his hands into his pockets and casually pulled out five more sticks of mint gum. Todd and Dave stared at him like he had just pulled out five engagement rings.

"What?" Marty blinked. "I like to be prepared."

"As if you’re kissing that many people," Dave snorted.

Marty rolled his eyes and flipped him off. "I am a romance expert, okay? I’m the best at Romance Simulator, and I’ve picked up a ton of tips—"

"Oh yeah, great example, Marty," Dave cut in.

"Hey! Those games are super realistic!" Marty huffed, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "I even have a girlfriend in one of them."

"The only girlfriend you’re ever getting," Dave snickered.

Todd, however, wasn’t listening anymore. His brain had short-circuited the moment he saw you step out of the break room, adjusting your bag strap as you waved goodbye to your coworkers.

"Guys, she’s coming," he whisper-hissed, suddenly shoving them aside. Panic took over. "How do I look? Am i stinking?"

Before anyone could react, Todd lifted his arm toward Marty. Marty recoiled like a cat sprayed with water. "DUDE. I’m not smelling you."

"Come on, please! I don’t even know if I put on cologne—Dave!" Todd pleaded desperately, his eyes wide with silent help me energy. Dave just shook his head, holding back a laugh.

"You ready?" Your voice rang out, bright and casual, like you hadn’t just sent Todd spiraling into a crisis. His body moved before his brain could, immediately slamming his arm down and scrambling to his feet.

"Of course! Let’s go!" he blurted out, way too enthusiastic, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans like that would magically solve the problem.

But when he finally looked at you—saw the soft amusement in your eyes, the way your lips twitched like you were holding back a laugh—his nerves settled just a little bit.

You both stepped out of the store, and Todd could not stop staring. He had never seen you in casual clothes before.

The skirt? Adorable. That black Venom t-shirt? Perfect. The way it fit on you? Dangerous. You turned to face him, the soft scent of your hair hit him like a gentle, but highly effective truck.

"Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I was starting to think you were embarrassed of me," you teased, laughing.

"Embarrassed of you? Jesus, it’s more like the opposite," he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm, bubbly feeling in his chest only grew when you laughed at his joke.

"So why didn’t you ever talk to me?" you asked, genuinely curious. First things first, let’s be honest here.

You were just as into Todd as he was into you.

There was something about him that was so effortlessly adorable. The way he always ordered a milkshake, sipping on it like it was the best thing in the world. You made sure to take your sweet time preparing it just right—just so you could see that little happy smile he made when he took the first sip.

Todd was the kind of guy who made you giggle and kick your feet on your bed, cheeks burning at just the thought of him.

And the fact that he had zero clue about the effect he had on you? It almost made you feel like some kind of stalker. Casually texting him every day just to keep the conversation going. Catching yourself wishing you were his milkshake straw, quenching his thirst, around his rosy wet lips. Oh, the tongue—

Todd, completely unaware of all of this, was busy trying not to combust.

"I just… I thought you’d be embarrassed of me because, well… I'm—" He exhaled, hesitating, hoping you’d finish the sentence for him.

Loser, his brain supplied helpfully. Instead, you smiled and said, "Shy?"

Todd blinked. That was not the word he expected.

You—beautiful, funny, way-too-cool-for-him—were looking at him with zero judgment. Just patience. Just kindness. He was sure you're going to heaven when you died.

"Yeah… I guess," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about that."

"no, I'm the one that should be apologizing," you cooed, sighing. "Sorry about the dump, i was kinda angry with you. I was starting to think you hated me and I don't know, ghosting."

"No, shit. Sorry," he whined, feeling like an ass to make you feel like this. "From now on, i'll talk to you every time I see you. Promise."

"Deal. Hey, do you remember that new Marvel issue I told you about?" you asked, smoothly changing the subject.

Todd nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah! It’s great. Why?"

"I bought it. It’s at my place. Wanna come see?"

Todd’s brain immediately shut down. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

Processing… Processing… ERROR: BRAIN NOT FOUND.

"I… uh… one sec! I forgot something back in the store," Todd blurted out, laughing way too weirdly before bolting back inside.

He skidded to a stop at the table where Dave and Marty were still sitting, slamming his hands down on it like he was in some kind of action movie. "Date over already?" Dave questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"SHE WANTS ME TO GO TO HER HOUSE," Todd announced, not breathing, before grabbing Dave’s soda and chugging it.

"And what the hell are you waiting for? Go before he changes her mind! You don't have many options," Marty urged, while Dave yanked his soda back, dramatically wiping the rim before taking another sip.

"But I don’t know what to do! It’s not a date! She just mentioned something about a new Marvel issue," Todd gasped, heart pounding, his body already covered in stress sweat.

Dave and Marty exchanged a look. Marty was the first to speak, grinning. "That’s a code."

"That’s 100% a code," Dave agreed.

Todd blinked. "A code? The hell you talking about?" He whispered like a true paranoid man, glancing out the window to make sure you weren’t listening. Luckily, you were distracted on your phone.

"Okay, Todd. Tell me when the new Marvel issue actually comes out," Dave prompted, crossing his arms.

"March 23rd. Why?" Todd replied, even more confused.

"And what’s today’s date?"

"Hmmm, lemme think. Okay, I know. March 19th, but what does that have to—" Todd froze. His brain short-circuited. His eyes went huge. "Oh my God. It’s a code."

"It’s a code," they both confirmed, nodding like wise sages.

The realization hit Todd so hard that all three of them jumped up in celebration—only to immediately sit back down when everyone in the store looked at them like they were insane.

"Shit. I gotta go. Bye!" Todd practically sprinted away.

"Crack that code wide open, Todd!" Dave called after him, laughing as Todd flipped him off on his way out.

“Hey, man,” Marty called, stopping Todd, gesturing him to come closer and whisper. “Spiderman hands, you hear me?”

“What the—”

“Just do it,” he insisted and Todd frowned, realization coming when he did the gesture himself. “You see?”

“Got it. Thanks, dude,” he beamed, training with his both hands. You never know when you have to use your non dominant hand.

“And when you do it down there…” He continued, hands on his face to cover the gesture. “Venom tongue. Flash movements.”

“Damn, Marty. You're a fucking Wikipedia,” he grinned, keeping the information on his head. “Do the sage has more advices to this poor mortal?”

“Oh, i got one,” Dave standed, joining the conversation. “If she looks at your lips, don't chicken out. One more thing, mimic her lips, that way you won't mess your first kiss.”

“What? I had my first kiss.” He murmured blushing.

“Seriously, dude?” Marty mocked, giving an exaggerated eye roll. While Todd was still inside, you whipped out your phone and immediately typed into the group chat.

You: Girls, seriously. I’m with him.

Erika: Who??

You: Todd Haynes!!!!

Katie: OH MY GODDD

You: I’m so nervous, Idk what to do.

Erika: Apron. Wear it.

You: For what?

Erika: You’ll understand.

Katie: You got this, girl. You’re amazing.

Erika: Get him pregnant

You snorted at your friends’ chaotic but heartfelt encouragement, quickly locking your phone the second you saw Todd skidded back up to you, barely keeping it together.

"I’m back! I, uh, forgot… my keys," he explained, shaking them a little to prove it.

"I forget mine all the time. So… ready to go?"

He nodded so fast it was almost embarrassing.As you walked, Todd felt like he was floating. Your house was close to the store, and when you stepped inside, Todd couldn’t help but drink in his surroundings. It was small, but cozy—just like you.

He wanted to be cool about it. Casual. Normal. So, naturally, he started copying every single thing you did like some kind of socially awkward robot.

You took off your jacket? Boom. Jacket off. You took off your shoes and put them neatly on the shoe rack? Guess what? Todd was doing that too.

Smooth. Totally natural.

"So…" you started, taking a step closer to him. "What do you want?"

Todd choked on absolutely nothing and immediately backed up a step. Oh God. She moves fast. Is it happening? Is this it? Shit, I don't have any condoms here.

"W-What do you mean?" he stammered, hands awkwardly hovering at his sides.

You let out a soft laugh, but internally, you were screaming. Come on, Todd. Pick up the hints. Please just kiss me already.

"Do you wanna check out the comic or do something else first?" you clarified, hoping he’d catch the very obvious subtext.

Unfortunately, you were dealing with Todd Haynes—a man who had never been close to a woman that wasn’t his own mother. Todd, however, was trying to trust his instincts—and the questionable advice of his friends. With a burst of sudden confidence, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of gum.

"Wanna… gum?" he offered timidly.

You blinked. "Do I have bad breath?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

At that exact moment, Todd mentally began digging his own grave and jumping inside with a cheap bouquet. Dave crying looking at the rainy sky and Marty singing Love Hurts on his grave. R.I.P. Todd Haynes, the biggest coward to ever exist.

"NO. Oh my God. Fuck, no," he panicked, his words tripping over each other. "You smell… really good. Like, so good. I—uh. Shit. That sounded weird. I just—ugh, I shouldn’t have—sorry, I don’t know why I did that—"

Mid-breakdown, Todd shoved the gum back into his pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels, suffocating in the crushing weight of the awkward silence. You thought fast. You weren’t about to let this moment die, remembering the apron tip.

"Hey," you chirped, forcing casual confidence. "How about I cook for us?"

You turned toward the kitchen, heart pounding, silently praying the pots and pans would swallow you whole to spare you from the embarrassment.

Todd perked up immediately. "Yes! Yes, absolutely. I love everything you make," he rushed out, practically jogging after you before settling into a chair—the perfect spot to admire you while you cooked. You tied on an apron, completely unaware of the effect it had on Todd, who sat there, staring in silent awe.

"Wow."

You turned. "What?"

"Nothing!" he blurted, immediately crossing his arms like it would somehow make him look cooler and less flustered.

"Okay," you muttered, shaking your head as you turned to rummage through the cabinets. Erika was right, you’d definitely thank her. You stretched up on your tiptoes, but—unfortunately—your genius past self had placed the glasses way too high.

"Damn it…" you muttered.

Todd immediately jumped up. "I got it!"

He reached past you, his height making the task effortless—and for the first time, you actually registered how much taller he was than you.

"What do you need?" he asked, voice much closer than you expected.

"Uh…" You blinked up at him, suddenly feeling a little flustered yourself. "The glass cups. I, uh… accidentally put them super high."

Todd grabbed them easily, handing them over with a small, proud smile—totally unaware that his casual helpfulness had just made your heart skip a beat. He carefully set the two glasses down on the counter. You bit your cheek, your gaze meeting his—and lingering just a little too long.

The air between you suddenly felt thicker, heavier. His eyes flickered to your lips, and your breath hitched as you instinctively did the same. When you looked back up, his gaze was still there, locked on your mouth like it held the secrets of the universe.

Okay. Enough was enough.

Before your nerves could get the best of you, you moved, your fingers lightly brushing over his hand. Todd stiffened at first—face heating from the tiny touch—but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled sharply as he let his palm travel up to your cheek, hesitating for half a second before finally leaning in, closing the gap between you.

The second your lips met, you melted. Without thinking, your arms flew up, wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss—half in excitement, half to make sure he didn’t chicken out.

Todd, on the other hand, was very much spiraling.

Oh my God. Oh my God. I am kissing her. This is happening. She’s kissing me back. This is—

His brain short-circuited before defaulting to its best coping mechanism—imitation. Todd mimicked your lips movements, following your lead, and shockingly it worked. His hands instinctively gripped your waist, pulling you in closer.

And then, without really thinking, he tilted his head, stepping forward just enough to press you gently against the counter. It was official.

Todd Haynes had zero idea what he was doing. But somehow, it was going very, very well.

He moaned when your hands reached his hair, anchoring on his frame, he sucked your bottom lip like his life depended on it, he kissed hungrily. It was hot. So freaking hot, you were losing your mind, loving how he changed about it and just devoured you.

Everything was so good that he almost forgot about his cock pulsating inside his jeans. He pushed back, eyes wide as he looked down to the tent, eyes up to meet your mouth swollen, three tones redder and a huge teeth mark as the cherry on top.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” he whimpered, embarrassed with his hormones controlling his brain. “It’s just— I have no fucking idea of what I'm doing, but it's so good.”

“Yeah, it's really good,” you encouraged, coming closer, chests touching as you leaned to kiss him, slightly opening your legs, him entering the small gap you conceded.

The kiss was slower, more sensual. He was a fast learner, holding back on the vacuum-like sucking, concentrating on gentle nips. He pushed back, eyes closed.

“Is it better?” He muttered, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yeah, but I think this would be better,” you breathed, taking his hand and directioning them to your lower belly, guiding him to your panties.

He gulped, nodding, opening his eyes to see you rolling your skirt up, giving him a sight of your panties. Todd Haynes was too stunned to speak. He just moved his hand to touch the covered spot, almost flicking his hand back when he felt you shivering.

“You can touch directly if you want to,” you suggested like you weren't the one dying of embarrassment.

Todd sighed. Spider-Man hands. He remembered when he pushed your panties down and patted his fingertip on your clit, watching your reaction. He gulped at you and looked at him with doe eyes begging to be touched. He wouldn't deny it, so he gently rubbed your clit, licking his lips, dying to feel your taste on them.

“Yeah, you're—pretty good, Todd,” you purred, your sounds making his head blurred, focused on your cunt getting wetter and wetter.

“Is it?” His eyes lit up, going down at your slit to collect more liquid and keep the stroking on your spot.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, spreading your legs wider. Todd's chest rose and fell rapidly, increasing the rhythm until he successfully inserted his middle finger inside. “Fuck.”

He froze his finger, searching your eyes to check if he did something wrong, but your flushed face, so beautiful biting your lip as your hips longed for his finger said the opposite. He was doing really good.

Encouraged by your lewd expression, he joined his ring finger inside, setting a pace by the reactions you were making.

“Faster, Todd,” you pleaded, grinding on his fingers. He couldn't even believe, looking down, seeing his fingers glistening in and out, disappearing on your cunt sucking them, your walls clenching around them, he was panting.

“Like this?” He asked in a whimpery voice, doing what you needed. He searched for your lips, brushing them as he heard the wet sound of your pussy.

You grasped his biceps, feeling the knot forming on your lower belly as you purred and whined on the kiss. Todd started to breathe faster, grinding on your thigh, his free hand palming your ass.

“Todd, I'm cumming,” you mewled, coming undone on his fingers, legs shivering as he held you in place, preventing you from falling down. He kept fingering you til he opened his mouth, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back, swaying his hips on your thigh.

He groaned, taking off his fingers from you and directioning it to his mouth, sucking your arousal. He hummed, looking back at you panting, hands gripping on the counter.

“You taste better than milkshakes,” he shyly added, planting an adorable peck on your lips.

“You're so cute,” you giggled, pecking him back. You weren't done, your hunger for Todd might never end. He was just so damn irresistible. “Hey… do you wanna, like… continue this?”

“Oh… uhmm…” He stammered, his nose doing the little frown you find cute. “We have to wait a little.”

“Why?” You pouted, tilting your head.

“Why?” He echoed, thinking about all the manners of saying the obvious, choosing to say it straight. “I came.”

You grinned, giggling at him getting beet-red. “Hey, don't worry about it. We can eat something while your body reacts.”

“Can i eat you?” He blurted, suddenly digging courage from the bottom of his heart.

You blushed, nodding, too shy to say something. He grinned, kneeling on the floor. “Hey, don't you wanna go to my room? It might be uncomfortable for you.”

“It's just…” he began, tilting his head up to meet your gaze, warm breath next to your cunt. “I kinda fantasize a lot about eating you out in the kitchen.”

“Really?” You panted, hands making their way to his head.

“Yeah,” he replied, licking his lips in anticipation. Venom tongue. Flash speed. “The apron is a bonus.”

That night, you finally lived your dream—becoming Todd’s milkshake straw in the best way possible. And Todd? He finally mustered up the courage to take a real chance on you.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, sharing a blanket that neither of you really needed. Your legs brushed. Your fingers tangled absentmindedly. Every now and then, Todd would steal a glance at you like he still couldn’t believe this was real. As you both talked for hours about the thing that brought you together in the first place—comics—he realized something:

Super heroes were cool. Spider Man and Flash? Even cooler. He couldn't forget to thank Venom as a villain.

But nothing—nothing—could top the way you looked at him like he was your favorite issue in the entire collection.

[bibibbon]

I talked about this with my mutual a lot, but I really realy hope Present Mic and Midnight are treated better when Vigilantes comes out.

They lost Oboro, and they have shit they deal with. Most angst for Prsent Mic is tied to Aizawa, granted in some cases it makes sense. But I am tired of both of them being treated so poorly in the Fandom.

I want to read fics about Prsent Mic, but most of them write him as a dumb blonde, and a househusband to Aizawa.

It's so annoying

I hope we get more anime only content of mic and midnight when it comes to the vigilantes show because a lot of their manga vigilante content is still heavily linked to and connected to aizawa.

That being said, even with that heavy connection being there, they still do get some characterisation outside of their relationship with aizawa, and I honestly hope that the anime will expand on that.

For example, midnight and present mic actually get to interact. Even with this small interaction, I find it really interesting how yamada states that midnight should only call him by his hero name "present mic" here and my interpretation of this is that yamada heavily separates himself and his hero image and that he ultimately uses his hero image as a sheild to hide and protect himself. This all contrasts to midnight, whose hero image and true self are very similar to one another with her just over exaggerating a lot of her actions in her hero costume.

Bonus

Present mic hanging from the drone type thing so reminds me of him pulling up in a Spiderman pose. My question here is, does his neck not hurt? Like, bro has a whole speaker thing around his neck, and he is hanging upside down that for sure can't be good for you.

Also, even with his interactions with aizawa present mic has agency. I love how we see him question aizawa and his own logic of whatever is rational and how aizawa here seems to be quite the irrational guy even as he tries and somewhat fails to justify his actions.

Midnight's characterisation is an interesting one here, to say the least. From the mangaka's little notes, they deem midnight to be incredibly maternal and motherly, and its why they see her fit to be a teacher. I love this view of her, and I wish we got to see more of that in the main and vigilante manga. Although I will be honest with the views that midnight has, I don't think she should be anywhere near children.

I admit I absolutely adore the outfits she is wearing (outside of Hero Costume, though)

It is true that midnight and present mic aren't focused on, and their connection to oboro isn't as focused on as aizawa's. This also makes me pissed because it seems like even in fans' own interpretation, they seem to downplay present mic and midnight's own experiences while only acknowledging aizawa's. Heck even the Canon manga doesn't focus on present mic and midnight as much as it should.

Present mics character interpretation and character conversations usually surround his relationship with aizawa, which rightfully pisses a lot of people off. The most common interpretations of the present mic I have seen is that he is a caring partner to aizawa or that he is an ignorant blonde who tries his best but is absolutely clueless. These interpretations miss the point of present mic's character and the complex conflict he has with his own self,'yamada' and his hero self 'present mic'. This also downplays his own trauma and how much of an angry person yamada really is or how he uses his quirk in quite an offensive way to rather hide and his quirk can be used in incredibly violent ways.

[russenoire]

i just finished fullmetal alchemist 2003...

and i have words about this.

while both series have lovely scores, courtesy of michiru ooshima here and akira senju for FMAB, FMAB's OPs and EPs are almost all far too good to skip, ever. (if i have to hear pornograffiti's 'melissa' one more time, i will scream.) both series rely pretty heavily on slapstick humor to leaven the surrounding darkness, and the massive chip on edward's shoulder about his height, grating in brotherhood, also wears on my patience here.

i liked this story's approach to alchemy and how it works. but the creators' vision of homunculi here, where each homunculus arises as a result of a single alchemist's hubris and becomes their sin to answer for? i prefer it a little more than the admittedly more cohesive explanation of a single being splitting off aspects of himself.

we get to spend more time with scar and maes hughes (my favorite character; i adore his hazel eyes in this adaptation and hearing the late keiji fujiwara's silky pipes voice him twice is a joy). i still can't decide which kimblee i like best.

both fullmetals are examples of satisfyingly meaty storytelling and full of awesome animation. i suspect a dislike of canon divergence behind a lot of the hate for the first series, and a preference for deeper character study and pathos behind hate for the second.

i'm usually wary of adaptations continuing after creators run out of source material myself, but the story shō aikawa and seiji mizushima constructed out of whole cloth offers up a feast of philosophy, character study, mindfuckery and intricate military-political intrigue. and for the most part, it holds up under its own weight.

here scieszka, winry and rose are more instrumental to the story's plot. dante the cursed shapeshifting genius alchemist is a brilliant addition to the story, as is archer (more on him below). lust becomes an almost sympathetic character, what with having loved and lost multiple times as she manipulates mankind into seeking knowledge while being only a tool herself. alphonse is a formidable alchemist and a prodigy in his own right. here that's not just hinted at; both boys could have passed the state alchemist exam with ease. i loved seeing the elric brothers use alchemy to squabble with each other, not just fists and limbs. and edward... he's a double amputee, but his prosthetic limbs work well enough to rid him of any real functional impairment (bless winry's fantastic engineering!). i'm not going to get into the fucked-up implications of that in this post, but i will say that FMA '03 makes his disability much clearer. we see how painful attaching his automail limbs is, repeatedly. a character pries them off of him at one point and he's almost helpless until he can get them back. it's now obvious why he wears gloves most of the time.

the brutality and pervasive racism of the military dictatorship running amestris is given far more focus here. (edward himself gets checked on his own racist assumptions quite a few times.) we see more of the armed forces in the act of genocide, not just flashbacks in haunted soldier memories. officers openly call people savages; kimblee is sent in as an exterminator because of his amorality and solipsism; shou tucker's sick research is allowed to continue, even though the military already has a more efficient method to make chimerae. while making the situation the elric brothers left behind in liore worse, the shady lt col archer sustains what would have been fatal wounds. he gets rebuilt into some sort of robocop hybrid sentient killing machine with no qualms about gunning down his own men. rose is traumatized to mutism raped by the military for having led a rebellion and still leads her people.

whether this feels heavy-handed to you may depend on your tolerance for darkness and cognitive dissonance; i'm still processing how i feel about it. both takes on arakawa-sensei's story present their main and supporting cast as capable of cruelty and kindness, but FMA '03 foregrounds that evil a bit more alongside the good. it made the kindness less palatable for me, in a good way.

also i spoiled myself a bit by watching the conqueror of shamballa before finishing this series. when i learned that mizushima-san is a huge fan of hideaki anno's work, FMA '03's 'inconclusive' ending made even more sense.

[no1ryomafan]

I said this vaguely in my last post here but the other factor about starting school yet I’m still not done with g Gundam even if I’m close is I DESPERATELY want to start another show even if it’s going to be pushed back if it’s something that’s decently lengthy even if I have no plans to jump into another 40+ ep show after I’m done with G, I’m rotating too many 20+ ep shows I want to watch… Imagawas take of tetsujin, his take of mazinger as well that I did see bits of but never finished, but also for non imagawa yet mecha stuff gun x sword looks interesting and I’ve been eyeing for awhile yet still haven’t sit down and watched.

Oh and I’m also going to start another watch of casshern sins and I’m still watching big o with my bf even if we’re further into that-like the same amount of how much of G I have left-plus we’re likely gonna start something else after so I have 3 shows at all time to fucking juggle and I put this upon myself because I force people to become obsessed with what I’m obsessed with 💀

[mantisgodsdomain]

We ought to write more Pokemon fic some time. We want to recreate the Pokemon Manners/Human Manners cheat sheet that we made a few years ago we think that this site would like the Sliding Scale Of Politeness When Greeting A New Pokemon You've Never Met Before.

[happyk44]

In hindsight, it would be pretty funny if people were worried about Rin becoming a sociopath/developing ASPD because "Satan's son, destructive tendencies, blah blah blah, yada yada yada" but he's fine, he just has the emotional regulation skills of a toddler which isn't great but a little easier to handle than someone who doesn't think other people's feelings matter (if anything, he thinks they matter too much), so Yukio relaxes.

And then fucking Shima shows up.

[desperatecheesecubes]

Man the thing about comics is that it’s SO hard to find the parts of fandom that aren’t like, policed. There is a truly absurd amount of people who decided that other people are enjoying the fandom wrong and that they should be really loud and sometimes aggressive about it.

[mazojo]

I am too dumb for Jujutsu Kaisen

[astromechs]

i know that june malaise is starting to hit when i'm getting an urge to rewatch nihilistic 90s anime

[oveliagirlhaditright]

It took me a while... but I finally finished watching an entire playthrough of Parasite Eve II:)

Now to see how The 3rd Birthday ruined the series. Yay! -i say sarcastically-

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

can you PLEASEEEE do something with the idea of reader stealing/wearing katsukis clothes?? you’re the only one who i think will fully do this idea justice xx

pure fluff, reader is a thief, reader likes the way katsuki smells, roughhousing lol kinda ?? katsuki sorta tackles you, katsuki is a meanie, tickling, no pronouns mentioned in this one I don’t think ! lemme know if i missed sum else !!

a/n : hey so this has been sittin in my drafts for literal decades omg IM SO SORRY🙁🙁🙁🙁ALSO BTW TYSM FOR THINKIN I COULD DO UR ASK JUSTICE I WAS SO FLATTERED WHEN I READ THIS I WAS GIGGLING N SHIT🤭🤭i was always so excited for this ask but I literally never got around to doing it after my break n stuff, im slowly (and that’s suuuuper slowly im so sorry yall i suck) getting to all of your asks one at a time and im so grateful yall r still givin me the time of day honestly , so please be patient with me🤧💗💗💍 ! But anway enough dumping ! Anon if you’re still sticking around, i truly hope u enjoy this ! And ofc all of yall too ! much luv xxx!!

"you fuckin' thief.."

shit. you thought he'd be gone for longer.

lately, you’d been routinely sneaking into katsuki’s dorm room and nabbing some of his clothes. sweaters, hoodies, t-shirts : as long as they were in your reach, you’d grab them.

it's not your fault, really ! katsuki's clothes are so cosy and warm and they smell just like him. plus, they're perfect to snuggle in when he's busy, how could you not borrow them for a little while ?!

..except you can admit that you’ve been stalling..and a lot of his clothes were still in your room, but you still planned on giving them back..soon !

and you can’t even pretend, because you’re wearing on of his hoodies that had been missing for a good week now.

"katsuki, baby." you slowly lean away from his clothes drawer, your hand ready to snag a black hoodie of his slowly trailing towards the floor "i can explain."

"all my damn sweaters, my fuckin' hoodies. they all just vanished without a trace.." he starts, slowly stalking over to you. you squeak, slowing getting on your knees to prepare yourself should you have to break his ankles and sprint out of the room. he's fuming, eyebrows twitching "thought i was goin' crazy.."

"and all this time.."

"suki.." you try, voice wobbly as your knees shake with each step closer he gets.

"it's been fucking YOU ?!"

and he pounces.

with a squeal, you scramble and dash away just as he leaps for you and narrowly misses, he's got you cornered as you're on opossite sides of his bed while you beg for mercy and he keeps yelling at you to 'come here'. in a panick you grab one of his pillows and fling it at him.

it feels like the pillow slides down his face in slow motion to reveal a look so vile a demon appearing in front of you right now would scare you less

“you’re. so. dead.”

there’s really nowhere else for you to go. you’re truly cornered, you might as well just be buried right now. you think about the leftovers waiting for you in the fridge and how sero still hadn’t returned the manga he’d leant from you, but you’ve lived a pretty good life.

before your body can decide to move, katsuki leaps over to you tackling you and having you land straight onto his bed with a loud shriek.

frantically, you wave your hands around “wait, wait pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-” but your begs of mercy are cut off when katsuki jams a finger into your side, causing you to yelp. he hovers over you with a mean smirk. and you know what’s coming.

“katsu—”

you don’t even get to finish before he jams his hands into your sides and mercilessly tickles you.

from an outsiders point of view? this is harmless. but your boyfriend is mean and the biggest asshole in the world because he knows all of your weak spots and the places he knows will have you shaking and gasping for breath. it felt like actually torture, really.

“thought you could get away with it, huh ?” he sneers, leaning down a bit more so he’s eye level with you “thought you could keep taking my shit and i’d just neeever find out, hm ? yeah ?”

“b-but i—ah ! didn’t—!” you gasp and squeal, choking on the sentences you can’t manage to push out of your throat as your eyes squeeze closed. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s enjoying this.

“you’re a fuckin’ thief.” he spits, backing up from you so you don’t headbutt him square in the nose from your thrashing. you’re response is nothing but a harsh gasp and he smirks wider.

you think he’s finally, finally taken pity on you when his fingers slow to a stop, but he glares down at you, hands still on either sides of you “say it.”

you can’t even catch your breath before he hurriedly pressed closer to your sides to scare you, you shriek “stop ! m’sorry !”

“not what i wanted you to say, try again.”

“you’re—” you take a breath “sucha”

his fingers graze your shirt and his eyes are wide, daring you to finish your sentence, you bring your hands up to try to hide his field of vision.

“OKAY ! okay, okay…” you slowly lower your hands away, finally dropping them at your sides with a sigh “m’ a thief…” you mumble in defeat, embarrassment creeping up on you not only from the fact that you got caught but that the blond above you clearly enjoyed your torture if the evil snickers you heard we’re any sign of that.

he hums in satisfaction “mhm, no good fuckin’ thief. should lock you up and throw away the key on your ass.” you hate how handsome he looks when he’s playful like this with you. your sides still hurt and your voice is croaky from how out of breath you were and for a moment you seriously thought you saw the pearly gates.

you pout, and all it does is make him smile wider.

your boyfriend is mean. and the biggest asshole in the entire fucking world.

“s’not my fault..your clothes are comfy.” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “and they smell good.”

he scoffs, leaning down closer towards you “that’s cus i fuckin’ wash them. and i haven’t been able to lately cus someone’s been stealing my entire closet.”

“i didn’t !”

“was boutta make me walk around naked, ya moron. all my clothes are gone.” you roll your eyes, he never lacked in the dramatics department.

“you’re such a drama queen.” you whine, sinking into his comforter. he ignores you and he presses your cheeks together with one hand, chuckling at your smooched cheeks and furrowed brows.

“stop stealing my stuff.” he announces slowly. he’s clear, no way you could’ve misunderstood him anyway. he sighs and presses a quick peck to your lips still pressed together

“if you want one of my sweaters r’something, jus’ come ask me. can give you one..or whatever.” he finishes, voice slightly muffled in embarrassment as he shoves his mouth against yours again and again making wet kissing sounds and you manage a giggle. he rolls his eyes, but a smile slowly crawls up his face anyway as he releases your cheeks. you let out a happy sigh, opening and closing your mouth to get rid of the slight soreness.

“take this shit off though.” he tugs at the hoodie you’re wearing “stinks. need to put it in the wash.”

“no it doesn’t !” you protest, pressing the color against your nose in an attempt to keep it close to you “it smells like you!” you pout. he doesn’t respond for a bit, opting to squint at you while the tips of his ears turned pink. and in a second his snatched the bottom of it and ripped it off of you, ripping a pathetic scream from you.

he examined his hoodie with an unreadable expression before his eyes land back on you for a second, then he slowly starts folding up his sweater “you trynna say i stink ?” he says lowly.

“no. i wouldn’t wear your clothes if they were nasty” you scrunch up your nose “you can take back the sweater in my room, though. the smell is starting to wear off.”

“gee, thanks for offering to give me my sweater back. weirdo” he glares, spitting his words out sarcastically and you giggle at his extra emphasis on his ownership of the hoodie which earns you a huff.

“ i’m grabbing all the shit you took from me, and they stay with me.” he starts warningly “but you can keep this, i guess..” he adds, patting on his now folded hoodie ready for a cleaning. you smile happily, running your socked feet into his blankets.

“ oh, but don’t forget to wear it first after you washed it, want it to smell like you. otherwise there’s no point.”

“you really are a fucking weirdo.” he spits, but the way his cheeks burn bright red say he’s not truly mad about it. you laugh, and katsuki grumbles. “hope you learned your lesson, freak.” he taunts. you hum in fake thought, then release a sigh.

“yeah, i guess i did.” you concede, and he nods proudly.

and sure, yeah, you’re boyfriend’s a big meanie. but you do a great job at riling him up.

“for now.”

[toskarin]

what do you make of the accusation that some manga/anime/VNs only have a high school setting because that's viewed as being more marketable even if the high school parts add little to the story/characters/lore etc?

I mean to some extent that's the case, but it's also a silly exercise in what's called "overthinking it" from people who (assuming they're adults) should really know better

it's not something specific to japanese media. basically everywhere does this. it's just setting things in...

a developmental life stage that is pretty widely understood as an important rite of passage, experienced by most readers regardless of background, to the point where even being adults in a school feels like an echo of it

an experience that is relatable to teenagers, remembered by young adults, and often thought of as something older adults wish they could redo with the benefit of hindsight

a context where you can rotate a specific cast of characters through a specific cast of older characters who are understood to have a measure of power over them (read: teachers)

and maybe most crucially, the exact moment in time where someone is usually at the cusp of adulthood while still not having the right to self determination that comes with it, feeling more strongly the contradiction between the end of their childhood and the expectations of being an adult than ever before

so the actual answer is that there's so much stuff set in high school because teenagers make for easy protagonists in stories about most things. teenagers are just in situations fairly often

it turns out that people we fairly universally put in stressful rites of passage, during the stressful rite of passage stage of their lives, might end up being easy shorthand for experiencing stressful rites of passage!

[staylovesmiley]

Give Me Your TMI~ Chapter 8

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ special chapter warnings; talks of cult-like behavior (nothing too in depth), graphic depictions of violence, multiple character deaths, mild references/implication of ptsd, smut, threesome, mxmxf, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), knotting, cum-sharing, mild dirty talk?? I think that’s everything- VIOLENCE WILL BE MARKED WITH PINK TEXT BEFORE AND AFTER SO THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO SKIP IT MAY DO SO but it is major plot points so I tried to dial it back as much as possible and not be super descriptive- proceed with caution if easily triggered

The world outside was cold, blanketed in a thick white sheet of snow that never seemed to end even weeks after the first snow fall.

With the weather persisting the way it was, fresh snow falling just as the previous was showing signs of melting even slightly, Chan had made the decision to cut back on patrols. You weren’t sure if it was fully because of the snow or if the protection they realized they had having a human here had caused the wolf hybrid to feel a bit more at ease causing him to change from daily patrols to now only weekly.

It had been nice, regardless of the reason behind it, to have the canines at the cabin more often. You slowly began to wear the beagle hybrid down as you found Seungmin warming up to you more and more each day, even seeking out your company on his own some afternoons when you would be in his and Jisung’s shared room reading to the chipmunk from the book you had gifted him.

Today was one of those days, sitting curled up with Seungmin on one side and Jisung on the other as you helped the later sound out words while teaching him to read simple sentences from the book.

You felt a sudden tugging feeling in your chest causing you to look up at the doorway and see Jeongin leaning against the wooden frame, a soft smile on his face and his ears twitching lightly atop his head. A matching smile found your lips and you giggled at him, shaking your head. “What?” The fox shrugged, slowly entering the room and coming to sit at the edge of the bed. “Dunno, just thinking about how you told me once you wanted to be a teacher…you would have been a really good one, I think.” At the youngest’s words Jisung gasped, sitting up a bit straighter as he looked at you with his soft brown eyes so wide they looked comically. “You were a teacher before? That’s so cool! No wonder you are so smart.” Your smile saddened as you shook your head, hand coming up to brush some of his hair away from his face and give a few soft scratches behind his tiny ears. “No, I wasn’t…just wanted to be one. I kind of helped my mama teach my younger siblings sometimes but it wasn’t more than a dream, really…I was made for other things in life, not meant to work or have a job.”

Your words made the hybrids around you frown, Seungmin being the one to speak up after a while. “You…talk about yourself like a hybrid would. Like you’re not human- why?”

You paused for a moment, looking between their faces hesitantly before sighing softly. “I was raised that way, I guess…taught that women and men were very different and that it is a woman’s duty to provide for their husbands in a more…traditional way.” They all looked at you expectantly, their eyes urging you to continue and you shook your head with a little laugh. “Why the sudden curiosity with how I was raised?” You questioned, tilting your head at them slightly. “It’s not sudden, we’ve just been holding back cause you didn’t seem to wanna talk about it before…and because we didn’t know you as well then.” Jisung said softly, curling into your side as his sweet syrupy scent washed over you. Jeongin fought the growl in the back of his throat as the older hybrid clung to you, the fact that you were his mate being the only thing to calm him as he watched the chipmunk heavily scent you so openly in front of him even though he knew Jisung meant nothing by it and was only wanting to comfort you.

With another sigh, you nodded and decided to indulge them a bit. “I grew up in a very strict environment. Little boys are raised to be strong and to provide for their families while little girls are raised to be good wives. Women are seen more as property than people, I guess the way hybrids are…” The room was silent as the three hybrids watched you tell your tale of where you came from, but with your newfound hearing abilities you could hear how their heartbeats’ quickened at your words. “I was taught to cook, clean, raise children, and obey….first to obey my father and by extension my mother, and then to obey my husband for when the time would come. I was the oldest of twelve so-“ Jeongin cut you off then, a loud gasp coming from his lips. “Twelve?! There were twelve of you?” You laughed a bit at his reaction, nodding your head. “Yes. Eight sisters and three brothers. Again, I was the oldest so that would make nine girls total…my father wasn’t too pleased that they had so many girls so they kept trying until mama had the triplets.”

Seungmin shifted in his seat beside you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist almost protectively as his chin came to rest on your shoulder. This was the kind of affection he only gave you when in the confines of his and Jisung’s room. “Would you have had that many babies with your husband?” You frowned at the mention of Jason, but nodded slowly. “I suppose I would have, yeah. If that is what my husband asked of me, I would have had to obey him. I wouldn’t have really had a choice…” Jeongin frowned, he could feel the stinging in your heart at the thought of your marriage and it caused the fix to pull you away from the other hybrids and into his arms protectively. “But you don’t have to listen to him anymore. You’re with us now, you’re free. What they taught you was so- it’s stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh, giving the hybrid a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know it is…still- I feel this heavy sense of guilt about it all. Even if it wasn’t what I wanted and I don’t agree with it, it’s what I was raised and taught to do…it took a lot for me not to obey Jason and leave with him that day when he came because everything in me was screaming to not disappoint him and that I had to listen to him.” They all frowned at that, their scents souring as Jeongin’s arms tightened their hold on you. “If you hadn’t been out there with me I may have gone with him…thank you, Innie.” The fox hummed softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck where his bite mark was still imbedded. It was scared over now, a constant reminder that the two of you were now bonded inseparably. Unlike your marriage, however, it felt comforting to you. You knew Jeongin would never demand anything from you, and so the bonds of mating felt more gentle and protective than binding and controlling.

This was how your days with the hybrids went on. With the news of Jeongin successfully mating you, the hybrids were a bit in shock at first. Curiously, Minho had interrogated the both of you as to what changes had happened since the bite as you told him of your growing bond with the youngest hybrid. Chan had been…oddly pleased. He was curious as well, asking about as many questions as Minho. When they found out you could smell them now everyone excitedly began asking what you thought their scents smelled like. You explained it as best as you could, though some were easier to pinpoint than others. Seungmin was cedar, sweet yet strong and when you told him as much he blushed something furiously and hid behind a laughing Changbin who quickly shut up as a blush of his own fanned over his cheeks hearing you compliment his overwhelmingly warm cinnamon scent. Felix and Minho were harder to place, something sweet and spicy that blended together well and caused you to feel comforted and warm. Jisung was very sweet like syrup or honey, something that you felt suited him well. Hyunjin was like fresh wild flowers, something bright and sunny and it made you smile as he would snuggle into your side while you were in the kitchen or drape himself over you on the couch while you rested. Chan’s was a strong scent of sandalwood that reminded you of a cologne your grandfather used to wear before he passed, he had always been fond of you and always treated you kindly as he hadn’t been a part of the religious group you were raised in. Unfortunately you saw less and less of him as you grew older until one day you were told of his passing, devastating you greatly as you never had a chance to say goodbye. Jeongin’s scent was the most comforting to you, though you assumed that was because of the mating bond you shared. Balsam was never a scent that appealed to you before meeting him, but now it smelled like coming home, like safety and security. Overall their scents were pretty woodsy and natural and it made you feel so at home to be surrounded by them all.

As days turned into weeks you felt the threat whispered to you by your husband were only a distant memory fading into obscurity.

You were currently cuddled up with Hyunjin on the couch, mindlessly running your fingers through his hair as you read by the light of the fireplace. It was starting to get dark out and the canines were on their weekly patrol, set to arrive back sometime soon. Since a lot of the chores were cut down due to the weather, Minho had allowed Changbin to help him with dinner that evening and give you the night off. It was nice to be able to just relax, even though the chores you were tasked with weren’t all that strenuous you still enjoyed time to rest and spend together with the hybrids or even by yourself on rare occasion.

A noise from outside caught you off guard, your newly sensitive ears picking up sounds that sometimes the hybrids themselves counted off as nothing and tended to drown out.

Whispering. You heard two people whispering and the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.

Before you could even process what you were doing you were making your way to the front door as you pulled your loose cardigan tighter around yourself. “Pretty? What is it?” Hyunjin called out, getting up instantly to follow after you. “Someone’s here…I think- no…Jinnie stay here.” You said softly, giving his cheek a soft peck before you headed out into the cold.

*violence starts here*

There, standing at the bottom of the front porch steps, was a face you never thought you’d see again.

Her light brown hair was pulled back, showing off her sharp pointed features. Her nose was upturned, a look of disgust clearly evident as she watched you with so much disappointment and judgment it made your skin crawl. “M-Mama?” Jason, who stood beside the older woman, smirked at you before stepping up to meet you at the front door. “I told you that I would be back, dear wife.” His words were like venom, spat with so much distain for you and you flinched as his face came mere inches from your own.

“Jason I- why did you bring her…” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if it were obvious. “To talk some sense into you, of course. Clearly you have forgotten your place in this world.”

Your blood ran cold from the tone of his voice, a shiver running through you that you were sure wasn’t just from the wind blowing and snow starting to fall once more on the mountain. “You need to listen to your husband, y/n. This is not how I raised you.” Her voice was bittersweet, like cough syrup so sickeningly sweet to make the bitter drugs easier to stomach. “Come now, it’s time for you to leave.”

You frantically shook your head, backing up against the door to retreat safely inside but Jason wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed hold of your wrist tightly, causing you to scream out in pain. “Shut up and listen for once you ungrateful bitch.” He shouted, the palm of his hand making contact with your cheek leaving a sharp stinging pain in its wake. “Mama please- please I can’t go with him he-he tried to kill me!” You shouted to your mother, hoping your pleas would somehow soften her even though that is not the woman you knew your mother to be. She had always been rather cold towards you and your siblings, often times telling you how she never wanted children at all. You never once felt warmth or love from her, no matter how hard you tried to please her. Still- surely she wouldn’t make you go home with the man who had wanted you dead, right? “Oh quit those ridiculous lies and obey your husband. He knows what’s best for you.”

Hot tears began to spill down your cheeks at her careless words, her hand waving dismissively towards you as you still struggled to pull away from Jason’s strong grip.

At the sound of your screaming, Hyunjin couldn’t wait any longer where he had been standing on the other side of the door. Even though he was scared, he took a deep breath and once outside his eyes widened at the sight. In front of him you were being pulled down the stairs by your husband, cheek slightly swollen from where you had been struck and his grip on you so tight it threatened to break your wrist as your mother stood with arms crossed over her chest as if she was getting impatient with your stubbornness.

The ferret had to think fast, glancing behind him once at the house where Minho and Changbin had once been before running to get Seungmin and Chan. Felix and Jisung were instructed to stay upstairs in a room and lock the doors until they arrived back with the canines. It was only him left to protect you.

With all the courage he could muster the hybrid charged forward and threw all of his body weight into the man, knocking both of them to the ground with a thud. “Hyune-“ you said in shock, quickly helping him up and off of where Jason lay cursing in the snow.

“You stupid fucking animal! Don’t you know not to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong?!” He screeched, standing up and stalking towards where the two of you were running up the stairs to get back inside. Jason’s fist curled into the ferret’s long black hair and pulled him back as the hybrid let out a pained scream. “Hyunjin!” You turned to watch in terror as Jason slammed him to the ground my his hair, giving him a hard punch to the face before beginning to kick him in the stomach repeatedly. “Stupid fucking mutts, all of you are.” He spat, Hyunjin curling in instinctually on himself to try and protect himself from the blows. You made to run and protect him but the hybrid looked up and gave you a pained look. “Go inside, Pretty! Lock the doors and don’t come out!” You hesitated, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of leaving him there but at your hesitancy he screamed. “Go!” That was the push you needed, stumbling a bit as you ran inside the house and frantically began calling out for Minho though weren’t aware he had already left to find the wolf hybrid for help.

In your desperation to find the cat hybrid you had forgotten to close and lock the door behind you as Hyunjin had instructed, a cold chill running up your spine as you heard a voice speak up behind you. “You really were always such a useless girl.” Your mother said coldly, causing you to whip around and face the woman. “I remember when you were born you wouldn’t stop crying, so pathetic. I knew then that you would never stop being a disappointment. The first born being a girl was a terrible omen for your father and I, I should have drowned you before you were old enough to talk back and disobey.”

You froze with fear, watching her walking towards you with malice practically oozing out of her. “Mama please-“ She scoffed, backing you into the kitchen as you felt along the counter blindly to hold your balance from how hard you were shaking. “Don’t call me that. You lost the right to call me your mother a long time ago.” She spat, inching closer to you with each step. Your hand suddenly felt the handle of the kitchen knife Minho had been using to prepare dinner, your fingers clutching it like a lifeline as you quickly swung the sharp instrument out in front of you. “St-Stay back, mama! I don’t want to hurt you-“ Your voice was shaking, hands trembling though you gripped the blade’s handle with both hands as tight as you could manage. Her laugh was vile, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up as she still advanced towards you. “And what exactly do you plan on doing? You’re such a weak, dim little girl. So ignorant and yet so stubborn.” You closed your eyes tightly, fighting her words in your mind as they swarmed around you like mosquitoes on a hot summers day threatening to drain you of your confidence and self worth as they had so much as a child.

Meanwhile, out in the snow, Jason continued his assault on the ferret. He continued to kick and punch the hybrid, Hyunjin letting out pathetic whimpers as he begged the man to stop.

Suddenly, an unknown force knocked Jason off his feet and into the biting cold of the snow covered ground. When he looked up he was met with the snarling face of a bright red fox, spit dripping off sharp fangs onto his face and for once in his life the man was actually afraid.

Jeongin growled deep in his chest, snarling at the man as Hyunjin struggled to sit up as he coughed up and spat blood from the beating he had taken. “Innie-“ his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper and it fell on deaf ears as suddenly the younger hybrid began to claw and bite at the man’s face and chest. Hyunjin had to look away, unable to watch the horrific scene but he also couldn’t bring it in himself to stop the younger from doing so.

The fox was furious, practically drunk on his rage the second he felt your fear wash over him even from miles away in the forest he knew something was terribly wrong. When he finally burst through the clearing and saw Jason standing over the older hybrid with you nowhere in sight it was like a blinding white hot fire was lit inside of him and he couldn’t hold back as he continuously ripped into the man below him.

Back in the kitchen your mother continues to insult you, taunting you, and you feel yourself loosing your grip on reality the closer she got to you. “I knew I never should have married you to someone as young and full of potential. You would only hold Jason back and he would have been a much better fit for your little sister. Should have married you to Jeremiah instead, he’s much older and knows how to keep his wife in line.” You shook your head at the thought, the man she spoke of being almost as old as your father and already having three wives with one even younger than the last. “You are so useless you couldn’t even do something as simple as stay by your husband. You are such a disgrace, bringing dishonor to your father and me. Think of what everyone will say about us now that our daughter has abandoned her husband.”

You felt a deep since of guilt wash over you and you shook your head, eyes closed shut tightly. “Shut up! Shut up- just go away!” You shouted, but she only moved closer. “We have done everything for you to make sure you would have a good life and you are such an ungrateful child that you are throwing it all away. So entitled and spoiled! You are a blight on our family.” You screamed over her, eyes still closed as you lunged forward suddenly. “I said shut up!”

Before you could register your actions the knife in your hands sunk into her abdomen, eyes widened and stomach churning at the feeling. You looked up, gaze falling upon your mother’s shocked face as she let out a pained gasp before crumpling to the ground clutching the now gushing wound with both hands.

You immediately fell to your knees, panicking as you looked from your mother’s pained expression to the wound you had caused, to the rapidly growing puddle of blood on the kitchen floor. “M-Mama? Oh- oh no..no-“ You pulled her close, blood now staining your clothes and hands as you applied pressure to her wound.

“Pretty? Oh god-“ Minho’s voice sounded from in front of you as he walked in on the scene of you desperately trying to help your mother’s dying form. “Minho oh- please! We- we have to help her she’s- she’s hurt!” You cried now, tears falling freely as you smiled down at the woman in your arms. “Mama everything is gonna be okay- M-Minho is a really good healer he can help you-“ But when you looked down again here body was still, chest no longer moving with her shallow breathing and her eyes glossed over. “M-Mama?….Mama?!?” You began shaking her, as if trying to get her to wake up from a deep slumber as Felix now entered the room with a loud gasp seeing you covered in blood on the kitchen floor with your mother’s now dead body in front of you. “Mama! Please!” You screamed at her, even slapping her across the face in your desperation and Minho had to pull you away from her. Reality set in as he now held your sobbing frame against his chest, his body shaking along with your own as he stroked your hair comfortingly. The cat hybrids shared a look of concern before both of their eyes fell on the corpse now lying on their kitchen floor.

Jason’s screams fell on deaf ears at the fox continued to maul his flesh, the sounds quickly dying off as his teeth sunk into the meat of his neck and bit down, successfully ripping the flesh as the man beneath him let out a quiet gurgling sound as the life slowly faded out of him. Just then a large body knocked the fox down onto the crimson covered snow and he snarled a bit before recognizing the wolf over him, his body shifting until Jeongin’s human form began trembling in the cold. He was naked and covered in blood, the evidence of his animalistic killing covering his flesh now as Chan too shifted back into his human form as he caged the younger hybrid on the ground. “Chan-hyung…what-“ The wolf got up slowly and when Jeongin looked over to the now unrecognizable body of your husband laying in the snow his stomach wretched and he had to turn over on his side not to vomit all over himself. Oh god…he had done that- in his rage filled state it had felt almost like a distant dream…a nightmare he couldn’t escape from. Seeing it was all real caused the hybrid to break out into a choked sob.

*violence ends here (some mentions of what happened but nothing explicit)*

The wolf silently picked the younger hybrid up into his arms, carrying him inside when his eyes fell on where Minho was still holding you though you seemed to have entered a catatonic state, frozen and staring off into nothing as the cat hybrid looked at the oldest for help. Your mother still lay lifeless on the floor and Felix was crying as Changbin carried in a wounded Hyunjin and laid him down on the cleared off kitchen table so that they could bandage him up and treat his wounds.

“Pretty, go with Chan-hyung and Innie.” Minho spoke softly against your temple as he pressed a gentle kiss there, helping you to rise from your spot on the floor before guiding you to Chan’s awaiting arms.

As Minho went to help the others with Hyunjin, the wolf hybrid carefully guided both you and Jeongin into the bathroom in the back of his bedroom, setting both of you on the floor as he ran hot water into the bath.

You stared off at the wall, a numbness washing over you as you couldn’t handle the weight of what you had just done, while the hybrid next to you sobbed quietly.

The mix of the emptiness you felt with the crushing emotion Jeongin was feeling left you both lost as you couldn’t comprehend the juxtaposition of it all.

Once the bath was filled Chan turned to you and began stripping you carefully of your blood soaked clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor. He helped both of you into the tub, the space odd to you as his bath was much larger than the one in the hall bath you and the other hybrids used.

Chan knelt beside the tub as he carefully washed the blood away from both of your bodies, Jeongin’s sobs quieting down to a stop as he now sat beside you just as numb as you were with his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks slightly sticky from the tears.

It was a while before anyone said anything, the wolf speaking up with a quiet voice. “I should have been here…I’m so sorry pretty, Ayen-ah..I should have protected you better.” The fox let out a little whimper at his words and you shook your head, hand coming to grasp his wrist and that’s when he noticed the deep bruising left behind from when your husband had tried to force you into leaving with him. A tear rolled down his cheek, free hand quickly wiping it away but you hadn’t missed it, tugging his hand to your face until you could press a kiss against his palm softly. “It’s over now….no use dwelling on it.” You said softly, though the emptiness in your voice sent a chill through the hybrids. You looked like a husk of your usually warm and bubbly self. The gentleness was still there but your eyes were hollow and it made Jeongin feel an unease as he shivered in the slowly cooling water. “Okay, you’re all clean- out.” Chan smiled weakly, helping both of you stand up and exit the tub before handing a towel to the younger hybrid for him to dry off. When he held a towel out you simply stared at it and he sighed, wrapping it around you himself before gently patting it against your skin. “Let’s get you dried off, yeah? Don’t want you catching a cold…” The way he was being so gentle stirred something within you, and before you could second guess your actions you leaned up and pressed your lips to his firmly.

His eyes widened, hands tightening their hold on the towel still in his hands. The wolf was shocked, to say the least, but allowed himself to melt into the kiss. When you pulled away and he caught sight of the fox now standing beside you he expected him to growl, maybe get possessive of you as his mate. What he wasn’t expecting was the younger hybrid to wrap his arms around the wolf’s neck and pull him into a kiss of their own, confusion flooding his brain as he once again allowed himself to be kissed deeply now by the younger hybrid.

Jeongin’s lips were softer than he expected, Chan quickly finding himself feeling intoxicated by the kiss. He wasn’t sure at first what this was but then it clicked, you both needed him. You needed to feel safe, close….you needed intimacy. He could smell it on both of you and so he pulled away, forehead resting against Jeongin’s as both hybrids caught their breath.

You let out a little whimper, towel falling off of your shoulders as you pressed your naked body against both of them. The wolf chuckled lightly, shaking his head at how needy you sounded before placing a hand at the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss and you went so willingly.

As you and Chan deepened your kiss, Jeongin’s attention switched between kissing both of your necks and leaving little nipping bites there. A groan left the wolf and slowly he began to pull both of you back towards the bed until he was falling against it with the two of you on top of him.

You kissed down his neck, meeting Jeongin at some point as your lips locked in a heated and passionate kiss. The bond you both shared made you both feel like you had been lit ablaze with your desire to be closer with one another, hands roaming each others bodies where you sat over the wolf hybrid who watched you both hungrily.

Things continued this way for a while, you and the fox hybrid lost in exploring one another while Chan laid beneath you entranced by the sight. When Jeongin’s hand found it’s way between your legs, fingers gently swiping between your folds you let out a soft moan, biting down on his lower lip causing him to growl and slowly push a finger inside of you in an attempt to pull more reactions out of you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, clinging to the younger hybrid as he began pumping his slender finger inside of you slowly and you barely made out the sound of Chan’s own moans mixing with your own as he began stroking his cock at the show the two of you were putting on for him.

Your legs began to give out when Jeongin added another finger, his movements curious and explorative as he nipped and kissed your neck and collar bone now. “I-Innie..” You whimpered, feeling like you may fall over from the stretch. Chan seemed to notice this and carefully pulled himself out from under you and grabbed the fox’s attention by kissing the side of his neck up to his ear, whispering huskily to him. “Doing so good, kit. Making our pretty feel so good.” It was Jeongin’s turn to whimper at the praise, his pace with his fingers stuttering before Chan wrapped his hand around the younger’s wrist and slowly pulled him away from your core earning a gasp from you at the loss.

The fox hybrid gave him a confused look which Chan smiled at before kissing him softly. “Do you trust me?” Jeongin nodded immediately, looking to you and you gave a nod in agreement, smiling at both the hybrids shyly. “Then follow my lead.” The fox swallowed hard at his words, stuttering out an “o-okay” before watching as Chan sat back against the pillows at the head of the bedframe, pulling you back with him so you were laying with your back pressed to his chest. Slowly, gently, the wolf hybrid spread your legs out and Jeongin followed his hyung’s movements where he reached down to rub your clit in slow circles that made your back arch against him and a low moan escape your lips as your head was thrown back against his shoulder. Jeongin wished in that moment that he was a painter like Hyunjin, as he wished he could paint the scene before him to look back on forever. Chan gave him a smirk, nodding for the younger hybrid to join them and he wasn’t about to deny his hyung anything in that moment.

Jeongin laid with his chest against the mattress, face between your legs as he watched closely his hyung’s fingers sink inside of you one after another before moving both of them in a slow scissoring motion to stretch you open for the younger. The fox felt himself drooling at the sight, unable to help himself from licking curiously around the fingers inside of you as the smell coming from you was so sweet he was sure it was taste just as sweet. Your moans were increasing in volume as Chan fingered you and Jeongin now licked and sucked at your clit driving you crazy.

Carefully, the older hybrid removed his fingers and before he could completely pull them away Jeongin wrapped both hands around his wrist and brought them into his mouth as he licked and sucked them clean, moaning around the digits as Chan cursed under his breath.

You whined, pulling Jeongin up into a deep and hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you moan into his mouth as you felt his hard and leaking cock brush against your entrance and your hand slipped between your bodies to stroke him slowly. The younger hybrid whimpered against your lips, hips bucking up into your hand as Chan’s labored breathing echoed behind you.

You pulled back from the kiss, looking up at Jeongin with desperation pooling in your eyes and blowing your pupils so wide your irises were almost completely black. “Need you inside me, innie.” His choked on the moan that tried to escape him as you clumsily brought the tip of his cock to your entrance, feeling both of your heartbeats quicken in pace as he nodded to you unable to form words at that moment.

As Jeongin pushed himself inside he let out a whimper, brows knit together and eyes closed tightly and Chan couldn’t take his eyes off of him, tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip as you gasped from the stretch. Your hands clutched at the younger hybrid’s biceps tightly, nails making crescent shaped indents in the skin as he full sank into you. With your hips flush together you both let out moans that are like a harmony in Chan’s mind as he began to leave kisses along your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as Jeongin began thrusting slowly and a bit clumsily.

You quickly became a mess between them, thighs trembling as you squirmed from the pleasure when one of Chan’s hands found its way between the two of you to rub two fingers against your clit in time with the brutal pace the younger had settled into, letting his instincts take over. At some point you notice the base of his cock becoming thicker than the rest of him, eyes widening as you looked up at the fox. Seeing your reaction to the younger’s knot Chan smirked, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Such a good mate for our innie, pretty. You’re taking him so well, gonna take his knot too yeah?” You whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder and effectively baring the unmarked side of your neck to the wolf. The gesture did something to him and before he could even process it his teeth were sinking into your flesh, sharp canines breaking the skin causing you to scream and your hips to jerk violently as your climax crashed into you roughly causing Jeongin to have to pin them down against the wolf hybrid’s own hips as he forced his knot inside and came with a growl so loud it made you whimper.

You laid there for a moment, feeling a bit spent as Chan now licked over the bite he had left and Jeongin collapsed against your chest while his knot was still locked inside of you, your chests both rising and falling against each other and you suddenly felt a wave of indescribable emotions wash over you. In addition to Jeongin’s and your own pleasure you could feel Chan’s now too, causing you to wine lowly and reach back to tangle your fingers in the wolf’s hair. He groaned, pulling away from your neck with a slightly confused expression. “Y-You too, Channie…” you said breathlessly, eyes still so wanton and he growled at the sight. “Pretty, you don’t have to…” he said, though you could feel how desperate he was becoming after having watched both you and the younger hybrid come undone. “Please?” You said with a pout, the older hybrid chuckling a bit as he nodded and gave into his own desire.

Carefully he slipped out from under you and helped you to lay back against the pillows where he had been, making sure not to jostle the two of you where you were still locked together. You winced slightly but recovered quickly as you brought one hand up to card your fingers through the fox hybrid’s hair and the other wrapped around Chan’s leaking cock before bringing it to your lips where he now stood at the edge of the bed.

You opened wide, tongue peeking out as you slowly took him into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the weight against your tongue and the slightly tangy taste of his skin, listening to him moaning above you as you began bobbing your head gently. Jeongin watched for a moment where he laid against your chest, relishing in the afterglow as you gently scratched behind his ears while sucking his hyung so sensually he himself couldn’t help but moan at the taste. He wasn’t sure who he felt more jealous of in that moment, so he decided to test something out and leaned forward to lick at what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, his hand coming down to cup Chan’s balls in his hand and the older let out a loud gasp as his hands flew to tangle in both of your hair.

You and Jeongin began taking turns, now the fox had Chan’s length down his throat as drool slowly dripped from his lips and you left bites and kisses along the older hybrid’s thighs and hips. He didn’t last long when you finally got him back in your mouth, taking him all the way down your throat with a little struggle as you looked up at him with tearful eyes from the stretch. Without warning he was cumming inside of your mouth and you moaned at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head as you came untouched around the fox where his knot was slowly going down inside of you. When Chan pulled back Jeongin was quick to pull you in for a kiss, the older hybrid’s cum being shared between the two of you and if he hadn’t just came he swore he would be hard again at the sight.

Pulling himself away from the scene, Chan went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up quickly, returning with two wet wash clothes and a fluffy towel he began cleaning the two of you up gently while you laid absolutely wrecked side by side on his bed. You felt nothing but bliss in that moment, everything from before so far out of your mind as the wolf hybrid discarded the towel and rags to the floor and slipped into bed beside you.

You lay there in between the two hybrids, feeling secure, feeling loved as you let sleep overcome you and the soft snores from Jeongin behind you lulled you while Chan traced slow shaped onto the arm you had draped over him. Everything was going to be okay, you were safe.

You were home.

author’s note; so….happy new year? ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა uh- don’t hate me for that rollercoaster of a chapter?? okayloveyouguysplsenjoybyebye

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13 spoiler-free reasons why you should read Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

...if you haven't done so already 👀 (With "spoiler-free" I mean I'm not describing plot points or characters, but under the cut I'll discuss the overarching themes, so be warned if that's too much for you. The first 7 reasons may be enough lol)

It's both funny AND wholesome. I literally can't read it without laughing out loud, and there are a bunch of chapters that make me cry every time I read them.

It's clever! The Japanese version contains several puns based on the kanji "魔" (read "ma", = devil, demon), starting from the title, but it's a recurring pun. The English translation adapts them pretty well. Plus, there are some of the best plot twists in recorded history (IMO). And the names and characteristics of most characters are based on real-life demonology.

It's queer AF. Like, really gay. There are explicitly homoromantic relationships and several nonbinary and gender non-conforming characters. One of these is the best unashamedly nonbinary character ever written. Plus, the manga premise can be seen as an allegory of hiding in the closet. The only thing that made me uncomfortable because of cisnormativity (boys in drag as a joke) is completely fixed in later chapters, and very well so.

It's feminist, without being preachy or paternalistic. Simply put, the women/girls are three-dimensional, complex characters, as the norm should be. And there are lots of them, without it being a harem (...the harem trope is actually used as a joke).

It's spooky and adorable, imagine Halloween vibes all year round. Both main and background characters are super diverse, and if you like monsters there is stuff for you.

Most characters are neurodivergent-coded. It's basically the autistic/ADHD manga.

The art is phenomenal. It's especially good to see the improvement of the art style over the years (the first chapter was published in 2017 and the manga is ongoing). Some panels are really breathtaking.

8. The story is about personal growth - like most shounen manga, fair enough. But the protagonist, Iruma, is so far from toxic masculinity I dare say he's the antidote to it.

9. It's also about found family, the discovery of unconditional love, and trust, and healing from familial trauma.

10. It's about finding a group of friends you belong to, and transforming your weirdness into a strength, identifying and cultivating what you're good at instead of fitting into a mold.

11. It's about the beauty of learning in your own way, and the importance of education and the shaping of future generations.

12. And the reason why I opened this blog: it's about fascism and fighting against it. I mean real fascism, as in "a powerful individual/group wants society to be hierarchical and oppress certain minorities, elevating a specific subset of the population based on intrinsic characteristics which are being misleadingly treated as merits". Ethno-nationalistic stuff. More specifically, it's about being a somewhat politically illiterate person, who learns about systems of oppression beyond personal injustices. It's about questioning what is the best way to arrange society.

13. Most importantly, this manga gives you hope about the future, something I find harder and harder to have. Hopelessness is dangerous - as people without hope stop fighting. This manga makes me actively feel better. Since it's ongoing I can't ensure it will always remain that way, but I've come to trust the author enough that I expect it to.

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Hey, how are you? May I request an idol Choi San x male reader ? The reader has an obsession with Sanrio and shojos. San always appears in his vlogs, and they are very lovey-dovey, but San's face has always been hidden in the vlogs. Fluff, please! Sorry if it's long

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Si tu veux des ajustements ou une autre manière de le formuler, fais-le-moi savoir !

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PAIRINGS | Idol! San x Vlogger! Male! Reader

WORD COUNT | 0.8k

GENRE | Fluff

WARNINGS | Male reader acts feminine! No actual name of bf mentioned

SYNOPSIS | On your anniversary with your mysterious boyfriend, you decided to film a vlog of your special day.

NETWORKS | @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet @illusionnet

A/N | Hi anon! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for being specific with your request while still giving me creative freedom. Truly! I thank you tons for hopefully reading through my rules and following them! 💗 Next! I believe you put in a request for Soobin with almost the same prompt, I made this so you can also imagine him with it as well if you would wish :) one more thing, I genuinely have no idea how to write a french reader, so I apologize for that -v-

Your jacket was wrapped around your waist with your crop top neatly tucked underneath your jeans. You took the phone which was neatly stored into your pocket and removed it, going into the camera app before pressing the record button.

You set your phone on the desk and took a seat, waving at the phone.

“Hello-” You started but quickly burst out laughing.

No matter how many times you did your intro you'd never get used to the silliness of practically greeting a camera.

“Okay - for real this time-”

“Hello! So, if you were here for my last vlog, I spoke about the 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend. And it's today- well probably not whenever this comes out- but the point is that it's today, as in the day I'm filming this and we'll be spending some time together.”

“For starters, I will not be filming everything today since it is a special day and would like to spend it mostly with him. Alone-” you teased, laughing again before standing up and walking a far distance from the phone.

“Do you guys think this will do or should I wear something else?” You chuckled, going back to the phone after posing for a bit and picking it up, bringing it with you to your bed.

“He's going to pick me up so I'm just going to wait here.”

You rolled over and flipped the camera angle, revealing the bookshelf above your bed which was full of comical mangas.

You picked up the action figure which sat above and showed the camera.

“I recently got this on my trip to Japan, I thought it was really cute.” you stated enthusiastically.

“I know I'm gonna be seeing a lot of comments saying ‘oh but Y/n, you already have a lot of Kuromi’s-’ but I don't know what to do- I can't stop collecting them; they're too cute.” you whined, placing the action figure back on the shelf along with your other collection of Kuromi’s.

You looked at the phone and smiled.

“He's here, so I'm gonna go ahead and go to the parking lot.” You said, opening the door after slipping on some shoes and making your way down the stairs. You walked down silently so as to not disturb your neighbors and searched the lot for his car, spotting it shortly after and beginning to walk towards it.

You knocked on the window and opened the car door, taking a seat on the passenger seat and glancing over at him.

“Hello!” You immediately said, opening up your arms as he leaned over and hugged you tightly.

Embracing you warmly, he planted a kiss on your lips and refused to let you go. “Jeez, I missed you so much.” He started as you nodded, returning him that same comforting hug.

“Are you recording?” He asked as you nodded, “yeah, I hope you don't mind.”

“No, of course not.”

He grabbed the phone and showed himself on the screen, waving at the soon to be audience while smiling brightly

“Hello! I'm smiling but you won't be able to see that.” He teased the camera, placing the phone in the middle of the car indent

“True.” You added, laughing in the process. “They're so curious, but unfortunately we can't reveal yet. Maybe in a couple more years we will.” You smiled as he nodded.

“Definitely.”

He started driving out of the lot and into the driveway, passing places as you both chatted about random things. Whenever he stopped at red lights, you always leaned in to kiss his cheek and he occasionally teased you by turning his head the moment you did so.

It made you shy, but you just continued doing so.

You had always had the reputation of being the lovey dovey couple, it honestly somewhat shocked you that your viewers still hadn't caught on to who the mysterious man was, especially when it was that obvious, so recognizable.

But you weren't complaining, it was a good thing if not.

Holding hands, you both walked through the aisles of the mall, before he stopped and left in another direction. You were looking at some mangas and showing your camera the books you found yourself interested in.

“This one looks interesting.” You pointed at a specific manga within the row of books before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and found your boyfriend there, you stared at him confused until he revealed his hands from behind his back.

“I don't know if you have it already…” he shyly stated as he revealed a Kuromi which you had been dying to get your hands on.

“No freakin way - they have it here!??” your eyes sparked with light as you took to figure from his hands.

“Yes!” He immediately responded, making you run over to the direction you saw him going, really just guessing the direction but either way it had worked because you found it.

“I'm buying it…” you started before he shook his head and planted a kiss on your hair.

“No need, I already put anything you want on my card don't worry.” He smiled as your eyes watered.

“Damn you… making me shed tears publicly..”

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(if this was already asked im so sorry! i cant with tumblrs search thingy) hii!!! i havent drawn in ""my style"" in years, but your art has inspired me to try again. do you have any tips on how to develop it and become more consistent? much love and thanks <3333

hello !!! dw i don't think this has been asked beforee so ur good :3

imo you can't really brute force developing your own style. i think it slowly develops over time the more media you consume and get inspired by ! (i mean, i'm still trying to find my style so yk,,)

in my case, i tend to gravitate towards more semi-realistic styles, so i would need to develop my fundamentals (gestures, anatomy, line of action, etc, etc..) first as a base point. i would say learning your fundamentals is important even if you want your style to be super cartoony bc it really does help when it comes to deciding which parts you want to exaggerate and stylize and stuff. (it may be boring for some people but i promise u it rlly does help a lot !!!)

btw ur anatomy doesn't have to be perfect on the get go when u want to try stylizing 😭 shit even my anatomy was p bad before i started drawing in my 'style' so dont be discouraged !

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ok when it comes to stylizing what i find helpful is copying certain aspects of an art style i like. ur not stealing their whole thing btw !! but u should try to analyze what parts of someone's style that you like !

like for example, i like how Alfons Mucha does hair, so i implement it in how i draw. i remember i liked how Ken Wakui does noses bc its simple enough, so that's what i currently do, i liked the nose bridge lines thing from mha and jjba so i added it to my drawings, and so on and so forth

obv these arent all my influences, there's probably thousands of artists i like, shows i've watched, comics and manga i've read that influenced me etc etc and our art styles are just a mish mash of all of that ! it's actually super cool to see how different people draw depending on what influenced them so ykkk

as for consistency don't be afraid to use your own art as references ! shit even i have a couple of my drawings in my inspo board because of how much i like them and sometimes i would look over and try to remember how i did those LMFAO

but idkkk i don't think you have to strictly adhere to your style. imo experimenting is good and seeing how it changes over time is super cool ! so you shouldn't stress urself out about that :3 eventually you'll develop the habit of sticking to your style, it just takes a bit of time !!

i think that's all, i hope this helps :3

heres the drawing by itself bc i kinda like it