#ih this is beautiful 😭

[seiwas]

andie you have made me yearn for this man with a want so deeply rooted into my being 🥲😭🥲

i maxxed the tags but just wanted to add this one more thing — that he is soooo acts of service here its driving me insane. to be loved is to be known, that saying 🥲 my chest ached at the bookstore, at when he said that everything that’s his is rdr’s oh my goooood literally HOW TO GET A HE. HOW TO GET A HE i’m losing it. thank u for writing this I SWEAR

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑣

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike.All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, knotting, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 7.6k | chapter 4 of 4

Then

“Shouto duty,” was the first thing Touya grumbled as he emerged from his house.

A little shadow with red and white hair peered out from behind him, big eyes staring up at you. Shouto was dressed in a periwinkle t-shirt and khaki shorts in the late spring heat, and he was nearly vibrating with excitement. You reached out reflexively to pat that fluff of hair, and Shouto seemed to lean into your touch like a cat, probably starved of affection from his fussy older brother.

“My lucky day,” you said, grinning at the way it made Touya roll his eyes.

Shouto nearly launched himself off the steps, looking quietly thrilled to be tagging along. He shoved himself in between you and Touya as you walked, as if unable to bear Touya’s proximity to you, making Touya bark out an annoyed, “Oi, watch it.”

Shouto ignored him, turning to you. “Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

You looked down at him curiously. “What?”

“I lost a tooth,” he said, staring up at you seriously. You laughed, knowing most kids would have smiled to show off their tooth gap, but Shouto had always been a little bit more withdrawn, though he was fairly open around you.

“When?” you asked, ignoring Touya’s scoff. “Did the tooth fairy come?”

Shouto nodded. “Last night. I am adding the money to my inheritance for you.”

That made you laugh again, and you bumped his shoulder. “You’re a good kid, Shouto. I think you should buy yourself something with it though. Especially in this weather—it’s good popsicle weather.”

Shouto looked like he was seriously considering this. “Do you like popsicles?”

You nodded. “Definitely.”

He seemed to pocket that information, and you hid a fond smile. That kid was too sweet for his own good, when it came to you. You wondered when his little case of older-brother’s-friend worship would end. You hoped not for another few years, at least.

“Fucking finally,” Touya said when he caught sight of Rumi and Keigo at the end of his neighborhood, his booted steps growing faster, as if eager to get away from the two of you.

You didn’t mind—Shouto was easy company.

“Oi!” Keigo called out to you, waving a skinny arm. You accompanied Shouto over, watching with a little bit of self-satisfaction when Shouto ducked a hair ruffle from Rumi, the look on his face almost reminiscent of Touya.

You were still his favorite, it seemed.

The usual round of arguments commenced about what to play now that all of you were united, Touya snottily vetoing everyone’s suggestions—except, notably, Keigo’s. Eventually you settled on hide and seek, something Shouto could participate in too, since it didn’t involve convoluted rules, and established a set distance you could go.

Finally Shouto was dubbed the first seeker, and the rest of you took off into the surrounding neighborhood.

You immediately beelined for the sprawling oak at the edge of the neighborhood, its thick, leafy branches the perfect place to conceal yourself. Touya, Keigo, and Rumi had long caught on to the fact that you were almost always to be found up a tree, but Shouto hadn’t played this game with you before.

Thirty seconds and one bark-scraped palm later had you settled in your hiding place, just as you caught Shouto’s shout from afar, “Ready or not, here I come!”

You quieted your breath, listening for the sound of his approach. This late in spring, the cicadas were already roaring. The leaves rustled around you in the breeze and you could hear some other band of kids shrieking and laughing, far in the distance.

It was nearing ten minutes on by the time you heard the thump of Shouto’s sneakers approaching, and you could just make out that distinct mop of bright hair through the branches. He poked around behind bushes, peering at eye level, but didn’t seem to think to look up for you. You watched him hunt through the surrounding area, then dash off when you heard a distinctly Keigo squawk not too far away.

You were nearly asleep on your tree branch when you heard his return, and you sat up quietly to watch him again. You were impressed that he seemed to know you were somewhere nearby.

As you watched him rifle around, you wondered if you should drop a hint, just because he’d been so sweet to you earlier. He’d been so adorable insisting he’d save you his tooth money.

You deliberately rustled a branch, leaning on it so it made a loud creak.

Immediately, Shouto’s head snapped up. Two mismatched eyes narrowed in on you, and his face seemed to brighten when he saw you. A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

“Caught you,” he called up to you.

You stuck a leg down tauntingly. “Not yet.”

Something passed over Shouto’s face, and his gaze seemed to sharpen. “I have, too.” You could almost hear a foot stamp in his voice.

You grinned. “Not until I get down.”

A determined look settled across Shouto’s features, and he prowled over to the tree. You watched him jump for a lower branch, catching it securely before hefting himself up. His arms were skinny, but his movements were sure, intent. In no time at all you were helping lever him onto your own branch, pulling him up alongside you.

“I caught you,” Shouto repeated, settling a proprietary hand on your arm. His hand was warm, and his fingers caught your wrist tightly.

You smiled. “I let you catch me by making all that noise, you mean.”

A tiny frown pulled at Shouto’s mouth. “I knew you were around here,” he said, something almost like a pout in his voice.

You laughed. “I did notice you came back. Those are some good tracking skills—although don’t forget to look up. I’m usually always up a tree, when it comes to hide and seek, and Touya and the others I think have caught on too. They’re probably up their own trees somewhere.”

“I do not care about finding them,” Shouto said. His straightforward tone startled a laugh out of you.

You settled back against the branch, Shouto still gripping your arm firmly. “Should we let them wait, then?” you asked, grinning. “I bet Rumi will come out on her own pretty soon, she’s so impatient.”

Shouto nodded. “I will stay here with you.”

The sincerity of the statement warmed you, the way Shouto’s serious little proclamations always did. He was too sweet for this earth. “Then shall we discuss which popsicle you’re going to get later? I have some recommendations.”

Shouto nodded seriously, and you launched into your nonsense, pleased. The leaves rustled around you, the breeze cool and pleasant against your skin. It felt like time stretched out around you, thick like taffy, slow and lazy and easy in the late spring breeze.

You thought absently that wished you could have a million more moments, Shouto the easiest company beside you, just like this.

Now

The morning of the run dawned warm and dry, sunny with a light breeze.

It was perfect hiking weather, and that was the only thing that kept you in good spirits. You tried not to think about Shouto—about how he was going after someone today, how you’d possibly seen him for the last time before he did. He’d said he’d find your tree, but there was really no guarantee his omega was going to run in the same direction as you.

You ate breakfast on the couch with your mother, listening to her excitedly chatter about your prospects today. You hammed it up a little bit, pretending you had any interest in being chased by an alpha, so that you could milk it later and avoid promises to commit to next year’s run. You hoped it would be enough of a deterrent for her—every year you grew older without a mate, she seemed more desperate to find you one.

You repacked your bags, readying yourself to board your train back to the city tomorrow, feeling mournful. Then you spent the rest of the morning finishing up the small things your mother had let go while you were gone, YouTubing your way through a door knob repair, and some weather stripping replacements. You lifted her air-conditioning into the window, swearing and sweating the whole time and wishing you had even a fraction of Shouto’s easy alpha strength.

After everything was finished, you packed up for the run, placing all your snacks and the sandwich Shouto had helped assemble into a small backpack, stuffing in a water and a book after. Then you scrounged around in your clean laundry for some hiking clothes, settling on leggings and a tee-shirt, no reason to try to impress anyone.

It was late morning by the time you ducked out of your house and started the trek to the preserve on the edge of town. Throngs of people were already gathered when you got there, alphas and omegas alike crowding the entrance. An overwhelming mixture of scents washed over you, the sweetness and florals of the omegas, the tang and spice of the alphas, even the small muted underwash of a few betas.

The overstimulation was nostalgic, and brought to mind your first few runs—the anticipatory hope you felt, the determination not to get caught for some one-time mating with an alpha who wouldn’t prove to be your life mate. It had been years, and you knew the outcome already this time, but some small thrill of anticipation thrummed in your veins regardless.

You kept to the edge of the crowd, sprawling out on the grass until the organizers called for the omegas and running betas to come forward to their starting mark. The alphas and remaining betas would be called to the mark a half hour later, to follow their intended targets into the preserve.

Then the whistle was being blown, and the crowd of omegas around you surged into the forest.

The first hundred meters of the preserve were a tangle of wild trees and overgrowth—omegas typically stayed on the trails until the forest opened up, several paths intersecting and leading away into hills and towards a pond, with the last one stretching towards the coast. This was your usual route and you followed it until the trees thinned out, then stepped off the path to tromp through the woods in the direction of the coastline.

You kept a brisk pace, wanting to get as far in as you could before the alphas were let in. Eventually the spruces and firs gave way to mostly coastal scrub pines amid tall grass, and you could smell the ocean through the trees, hear the crash of the waves against the rocky outcroppings.

You stepped out of the woods along a small coastal path that stretched for miles, and followed it a few minutes more until it flattened out. There was a small meadow laid into the coastline, spanning several square meters of pale seagrass and flowering bushes, shaded by an enormous willow tree—your target.

The meadow had a beautiful view of the shining blue waves through the barren scrub trees, but more importantly it was out of the way, little known to people who did not frequent the coastline trails. The willow was the perfect cover, its trailing fingers and dense greenery more than enough to hide one disinterested beta.

You ducked through the leaves, latching onto one of the lower branches and heaving yourself up. It had been years since you’d climbed anything—the city not exactly chalk-full of great climbing trees—but you were pleased to find it just as satisfying. You scrambled up into the canopy, testing your weight against your designated branch, finding it still held you easily.

Perfect.

You immediately rewarded yourself with a granola bar, settling onto your branch and chewing contentedly, pleased with the temperature. The sun was hot, but in the shade of the leaves and the salty breeze drifting in off the sea, it was perfectly comfortable.

You’d just gotten out your book to read, flipping to the spot you’d last left off at, when the chirp of nearby birds stopped. The meadow seemed to grow quiet around you.

You sat up, alert, at the soft tread of a bootfall close by. Your breath froze in your lungs. An omega, looking for a place to hide? Or some alpha?

Except then a long-fingered hand parted the hanging tendrils of the willow, and a familiar head of scarlet and white hair was ducking inside the canopy.

Embarrassingly, your heart swelled. Shouto had made time to stop in before finding his omega.

“Shouto!” you shouted down, pleased.

Shouto’s face tipped up to you, a tiny smile on his mouth. He looked especially good today, you thought, a navy tee shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, baring the flesh of his biceps, a flush on his cheeks from the warm spring sun. He looked a little taken apart, windswept like he’d run here, and you furiously stamped down on the flash of heat in your tummy.

Nope. No.

“Y/N,” Shouto intoned quietly, his eyes glittering up at you. “Caught you.”

You were momentarily taken aback by the sound of something unfamiliar in his tone, some strange intensity in his voice and expression. It sounded almost like it meant something to find you here, something more than a momentary pitstop on his way to his omega—but of course that was ridiculous.

You waved down at him, smiling and sticking a leg down tauntingly like when you were kids. “Not yet.”

Shouto’s eyes narrowed, a flash of something predatory tinging his handsome features.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed to the tree, dense muscle coiling and pulling beneath his tee shirt as he pulled himself up. This time he needed none of your help, moving with a panther-like grace. He pulled himself onto the branch immediately below yours, close enough that it put him at eye level with the bottom of your chin.

Then he reached out and snared your ankle in one large, warm hand, a smug sort of glint in his eye. The follow up caught you went unspoken.

Another laugh bubbled up out of you. “Alright alright, this time you got me,” you agreed, flexing your ankle in his hold.

Shouto’s mouth turned up, clearly pleased, but he did not let go. A thumb stroked softly along the hollow beneath your ankle bone. A surprised shiver caught you, sliding up your spine.

“You, um, got here so quick,” you said, trying to think past the sudden fuzz of static in your brain. You hoped your voice sounded impressed and not embarrassingly breathy. “Did you at least note which way your life mate went?”

Shouto’s head tilted, his bangs falling into his eyes as his thumb petted across your skin again. “I did.”

You nodded approvingly, tensing against another shudder. “Did they come out this way? You’re probably the first alpha to make it out here but you won’t want to waste too much time.”

Shouto’s mouth twitched, those heterochromatic eyes trailing down your face. “No time spent with you is a waste.”

That made your face warm. You tried to prod him with your foot, but Shouto’s grip was firm. “You’re going to want to save the charm for your life mate, mister.”

“I am,” he said simply, tone sincere.

You felt your brow furrow—now what was that supposed to mean?—when suddenly Shouto leaned forward, abandoning his grip on your ankle. His hands found the branch at either side of your hip, trapping you inside his reach. You stared down at him, stunned with his sudden proximity.

You felt suddenly a little caged in, your breath pulling up short. What was he—?

“Will you come down to me?” Shouto asked, eyes intent on yours.

The ask felt significant, though you had no idea how. And he was so close, so focused on you.

But you had no clue exactly what he would need you to come down for. Maybe he wanted to split lunch or something? You had your sandwich in your bag, and it would be easier on the ground, you supposed.

Although Shouto probably shouldn’t go running around on too full a stomach, especially if he—with his omega, after—if they…

You found you couldn’t think it, your mind shying away like you’d prodded a nerve.

Really, Shouto should be going soon, before any ranging alphas made it this far out and sniped his life mate before he got to them.

With that thought, however, some selfish thing recoiled inside of you. You desperately craved just a few more minutes with him—this achingly familiar boy, this mind-numbingly beautiful man—before he wasn’t really yours to think of anymore. These were the last few moments you’d get to spend with him before everything changed. It took less than a second to make up your mind.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’ll come down.”

You shifted, gathering your backpack and maneuvering off your branch carefully. Shouto gave you just enough space to get down, a hand finding your waist as you steadied yourself. He shadowed you down, close at your back to make sure you didn’t slip.

He was acting the consummate gentleman—but there was a strange tension about him, something about the way he moved and the intensity with which he was trailing you. There was something expectant about it, something almost impatient.

Maybe he needed you to hurry up so he could get going. That was probably it.

You turned to your backpack as soon as he guided you safely to the ground. You’d barely gotten it unzipped, however, when Shouto suddenly crowded into your space, startling you.

You stumbled a reflexive step back, breath whooshing out of you when your back connected with the trunk of the willow. Shouto followed, still watching you with that unnerving intensity.

His fingers dipped under your chin, softly turning your face up to his. His gaze was serious—more solemn than you had ever seen him. You went still in his grasp, heartbeat rabbiting in your chest.

What was with him today?

“Shouto,” you said slowly. “Are you… alright?”

Shouto leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. His slow exhale ghosted over your mouth, thumb stroking across your jaw. It sent a swarm of shudders down your spine, and you suddenly weren’t breathing at all.

“I have dreamed of this moment a thousand times,” Shouto said, his tone reverent. It was almost a whisper.

His tone implied there was something incredibly significant about this moment, but you could not for the life of you think of what. Especially not with his face so close, clouding up your thoughts.

You felt your brow furrow against his, and you opened your mouth to ask him what on earth he could be talking about.

Except before you could, Shouto’s hands took either side of your face. And then he bent his head—and pressed his mouth to yours.

All higher thought immediately evacuated your brain, leaving only a sudden zing of panic and the horrible, wonderful excitement of Shouto’s mouth on yours, of Shouto’s strong body so close to yours. Rough bark scraped against your back as Shouto’s front slotted warm and firm against your chest, and the feeling of all that strength pressed so tightly to you made you dizzy.

“Sho–-? Whuh—?” you said, slightly muffled into his mouth.

But Shouto only took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, soft and wet and so unbelievably hot your brain short circuited. Every single nerve ending in your body lit up as you realized Todoroki Shouto had his tongue in your mouth, and that he was kissing you so thoroughly and meticulously it felt as though this was the last kiss he’d ever be allowed. You heard yourself let out a gasp that turned into an embarrassing moan as he pressed harder against you, pinning you between himself and the tree.

Your mind felt like it was melting, Shouto’s mouth doing terrible things to your thoughts’ coherence. Your hands went to his shoulders, and you found yourself opening up to him, every inch of your skin hot. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips felt better than you could have ever imagined, and you were helpless to do anything but let him have you.

Your thoughts were a puddle when Shouto finally let your mouth free. All you could do was stare up at him, shocked.

“Y/N,” Shouto said, his eyes searching your face. “You came down for me.”

His handsome face wore an expression you hadn’t ever seen before as he regarded you, something almost—possessive? His hands had slid to your waist, his touch hot through the material of your shirt.

Your brain swam. Words, what were words? “I—? Uh, yes—?”

Shouto seemed to understand you weren’t getting his point. “‘If I’m not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, I’m going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate,’” he said.

It sounded like a quote, and it took you an embarrassingly long moment to realize it was something you had said, years and years and years ago, when you were both kids.

Was he saying—? But that was absurd. No, there was no way. You hadn’t—he wasn’t—

“But you’re Shouto,” you groped around your thoughts for logic and reasoning. “You’re Shouto.”

Shouto watched you patiently, a white eyebrow raising slightly.

“You can’t mean—?” you sputtered. “No. You’re Touya’s baby brother. I’m too old for you. The first time I held you, you were a baby.”

Shouto pressed impossibly closer to you, a long-fingered hand winding its way into yours. “I am not a child, Y/N. And you are not that much older than I.”

You struggled to think through the feeling of his body pressed to yours. You knew it. You knew he wasn’t a child. But all the same, you’d spent long enough telling yourself he’d been meant for someone else. Long enough convinced that you were too old for him.

Long enough that you were absolutely certain this had to be a mistake.

“You’re off limits,” you told him, trying to press him back. Shouto did not budge, however, as solid as stone under your hand.

“You are my life mate,” he said. He raised your joined hands to his mouth, kissing over your knuckles. An electric jolt went through you at the feeling of that mouth on you again, firm and warm. “I have known my whole life. I am off limits to all but you.”

A storm of emotion churned in your gut, everything from guilt to disbelief to pleasure to relief. To hear it said so plainly, after all this time—you are my life mate—by a man who was already so beloved to you. By a boy you’d loved as a friend, a man who you wanted to love as more.

But you couldn’t—he had to deserve better.

“I won’t take advantage of you,” you insisted.

A small smile pulled at Shouto’s mouth. “I am not a child. And I am an alpha besides. Your alpha.”

You fought down a furious flush.

“But Shouto there’s so many things–!” you insisted. Beyond being older than him, beyond being a staple in his life since he was young. You were quickly realizing so many of the promises he’d made when he was younger, he actually meant.

“Your inheritance—I never meant to accept that from you for real. And your family, they would not like that I—”

The rest of your words were muffled in Shouto’s mouth, as he bent his head and kissed you again. A flick of his tongue turned even that into a muffled squeak instead. Why was he so good at this?

“Much of my family understands what it means to pursue something singularly,” Shouto said against your lips. “What it means to give everything you have in service of pursuit.”

Your stomach flipped. The Todoroki single-mindedness that you had been convinced had skipped right over Shouto. Suddenly years of solemn watchfulness over you, years of following you like a shadow, years of sharing all his toys and his thoughts and promising to take care of you—it all made a terrible, perfect sort of sense.

Single-mindedness. But not as destruction, as Enji’s and Touya’s had been. As devotion—as thoughtfulness, something so uniquely Shouto you wanted to cry.

God how had you missed this?

You rallied yourself for one last defense.

“Shouto. At the very least you need to consider if you’re making a mistake. Alpha-beta couplings are nontraditional—maybe your senses are off here. Maybe because I’m a beta and I was around when your brain was still forming and you liked me then it feels like there’s something but—”

Shouto’s grip on you flexed, and suddenly his determined expression flickered, a crease forming between those perfect brows.

“Do you see me as a child still?” he asked.

You shook your head. Not since you’d seen him prowl across the Todoroki kitchen, miles of sleek muscle flexing, that perfect campfire scent fogging your brain, tall and gorgeous and unmistakably alpha. And especially not since you’d come to understand the expanse of his life—the home he’d made, the job he had, the goals he’d taken.

“Then do you… not want me?” he asked.

Your heart immediately sank, aching with the soft flicker of hurt that crept across his features.

Your hands had shot out to hold his face before you knew what you were doing.

“Shouto, of course I want you,” you found yourself saying. “Who wouldn’t want you? You are perfect. You are so kind and have always been so good. You are sweet and funny and so beautiful it hurts to look at. Of course I want you. But I don’t want to hurt you—”

“Then say yes,” Shouto insisted.

God you wanted to. You wanted to. You had been so jealous this whole week, you realized, of whoever his life mate was going to be.

The realization crashed into you like a wave, knocking you off balance. You wanted all of Shouto’s time, all of his attention, wanted to curl up in his apartment on that plush couch with him and all but bodily fuse to him, never to come apart again. You wanted to spend a million afternoons cooking in that kitchen, running lunches to him at the firehouse, kissing him, laughing with him, indulging in him—in how kind and sweet and good he’d always been.

Your face must have said it all, because Shouto was crowding back into you.

“I am going to be so good to you, Y/N,” he promised, his mouth drawing closer.

You shivered. Some part of you still felt like you needed to resist him, needed to make him see. But the other part of you, the largest part, wanted to melt in his embrace. Wanted to let him kiss you and kiss him back, wanted to thread your fingers in that fluff of hair and sink into the relief of his companionship.

Shouto hammered the final nail into your coffin with the unerring precision of a boy who’d known you for twenty years.

“Trust me to take good care of you,” he said, his voice dipping to a low whisper.

And that was it—the refrain from all those years ago, before you’d ever understood what he was promising you. Even if you were uncertain about everything else, you would always be certain about Shouto’s care. Shouto’s inherent goodness.

Surrendering, you let yourself fall.

“I do,” you told him. “I trust you. I—always will.”

Then you closed your eyes and let him kiss you.

You could feel Shouto’s soft smile against your mouth, feel a renewed intensity in the way he poured himself into you with his next kiss. You almost sagged against him in sheer relief—the relief of knowing, against all odds, that your life mate had found you even across the years that had threatened to separate you.

Shouto kissed you with a startling vigor, leaving you breathless against the willow when he moved down to your neck, pulling your tee shirt wide to suck several very insistent markings into the hollow of your throat.

You leaned into the rough bark as he mapped his way lower, and lower, only startling when he dropped to his knees before you, pressing his face into the crease of your hip.

Your heart shot into your mouth, a shock of heat licking up your spine. “Shouto!” you stammered.

Shouto only uttered your name into the fabric of your leggings, the material thin enough that you could feel the heat of his exhalation on your skin. One of his hands came up to take your calf, the other creeping up into the band of your leggings, carefully pulling it down.

You watched him as he did, stomach fluttering.

He gently helped you step out of your leggings and panties, leaving you bare and vulnerable to him. You would have been more embarrassed if it wasn’t for the way his eyelashes fluttered appreciatively, and the immediate way he ducked his head to press his mouth right to your core.

You muffled a moan into your palm, thunking your head against the tree trunk.

You could feel Shouto’s slow smile as he hefted your thigh over his shoulder, hands grasping your waist. “Mine,” you heard him utter, soft and low, before licking right over you, possessive and deliberate. It made every inch of your skin flush hot, every nerve ending come to life under his mouth.

You could still hardly believe what was happening, even as you muffled more sounds into your palm as Shouto worked you, with the attentive diligence he’d always done everything when it came to you. You could feel those mismatched eyes on you, cataloging your every reaction to what he did.

He learned all too quickly exactly what you liked, and you were a writhing mess within minutes. Shouto pinned you to the tree with an iron arm across your stomach as you arched and screamed, not letting up until you’d come against his mouth, chanting his name like an oath.

He looked very pleased with himself when you were done, his hair ruffled from your hand, face flushed.

He looked too good to be real.

“I want—Shouto, please—” you said, nearly incoherent but apparently utterly shameless now that he’d had you.

Shouto got to his feet to kiss you again and you flushed when you could taste yourself on his mouth. “Come home with me,” he murmured, tone low.

“You don’t want—?” you said.

Shouto shook his head. “Not here. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, how I wanted it to happen. I’ve thought about what you deserve. I’ve thought about how I will not want to separate, after, not even to take you back home. Come home with me first.”

Fire spread across your cheeks at the idea of Shouto imagining it with you, over and over again. The way he said home, like it was both of yours.

“Okay. Okay yes,” you said, breathless.

Shouto helped you back into your leggings and gathered up your abandoned pack, which you’d apparently dropped and forgotten entirely the moment he’d kissed you. He held your hand in his the whole way back through the woods, occasionally cocking his head or scenting the air, and then taking a long detour around some place, like he didn’t want to share your presence with whoever else was in the woods.

The walk was long, but so easy in Shouto’s company, even with this new dimension of your relationship settling itself between you two. It was frighteningly easy, in fact, after everything.

You talked about everything and nothing, reliving the entire week together, Shouto sharing that he’d hoped you’d see him as a man, had taken the time right up until the run to try to be sure. Ears flaming, you’d shared that you’d been gone for him the moment you’d seen him in the doorway of the kitchen. Shouto’s smug look immediately mopped up any of the reflexive embarrassment you felt sharing that.

By the time you made it to Shouto’s you’d also managed to shoot a text off to your mother, and an emergency extension of your time off to your workplace.

Shouto was on you as soon as the door shut behind you, catching your noise of surprise in his mouth.

Your arms came around him, and he walked you back to his couch, following you down onto it and laying himself out over you. The weight of him made you shiver again, the heaviness of all that muscle anchoring you down.

Shouto kissed you absolutely boneless into the cushions of his couch, hands wandering everywhere, skimming under your shirt, calluses catching on the fabric of your leggings. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, your nerves singing with pleasure. Shouto seemed to be trying to take his time with you, but you could sense something underneath that, his usual layers of patience eroded.

Feeling brave, you let your hands wander to the buttons of his pants, working them open. Shouto’s breath left him in a hiss as you wrapped your hand around him, feeling him hard and hot and velvet smooth in your palm.

“Ah… fffuck, love,” he muttered into your neck. He chased it with the soft scrape of his teeth, groaning when it made your grip tighten on him reflexively.

His hips flexed, sliding him through your fingers, flush and full. Butterflies fluttered to life in your stomach, and a hot streak of arousal licked up your spine. Your own hips shifted, lifting up into him, and you realized with a sudden desperation that you wanted him inside you, didn’t want to wait another second.

“Shouto please, please, please,” you found yourself babbling, stroking firmly down the shaft of him.

Shouto’s eyes were dark when they found yours again. “Anything, I would give you anything,” he said, his voice tight.

“I want you inside of me, please,” you said, your face burning with the admission.

The sheer elation flashing across his handsome face quelled any more embarrassment. In what felt like barely a breath, Shouto had you bare to him once more, flinging your leggings and shirt somewhere towards his kitchen. He covered you again, fitting himself between your thighs with another appreciative groan before pressing in.

You were so wild with want that he slid home easily, despite his impressive size. His skin burned hot against yours, and he felt so perfectly right over you, inside of you, that you had to fight down something like a sob.

Shouto looked equally as overwhelmed, staring at your face rapturously. “I have loved you my whole life,” he said, his tone wondering. “You are finally mine.”

Your entire body went hot with his declaration. You had not realized until today that you loved him too. But now that you did, it felt like everything made sense, that all was finally right.

You managed to gasp out as much between Shouto’s thrusts, as his hips bucked into yours, slowly at first, and then faster, more sure. He kissed you everywhere—your face, your neck, your shoulders, layering in soft bites like he could not help himself.

“Say it,” he groaned, mouthing at the underside of your jaw. “Please say it.”

“I love you,” you said. A yelp escaped you when Shouto suddenly seized you around the waist, rolling you on top of him and holding you to him as he levered the two of you upright. The position in his lap only made him sink deeper inside of you, and you hissed with the feeling, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Ah, fuck—Shouto!” you cried.

Shouto’s hands on your waist guided you with an easy strength—your head spun with the reminder of his power, the reminder that you had an alpha—your alpha—inside of you.

“Going to take good care of you,” he panted into your hair, pausing to kiss the shell of your ear even as the snap of his hips undid you. “Going to take such good care of you.”

Your fingers flexed on him, and you could feel your toes curl. You did not know what to do with all of the emotion welling up inside you, the well of your pleasure almost overflowing. He ground up into you, making your eyes nearly roll back in your head, and you fought down a scream when the pad of his thumb pressed to your clit, heightening every sensation.

“Oh Shouto, please—” was all you could manage.

Shouto looked enraptured, drinking in every change in your expression. As you squirmed and writhed under his touch, you felt him start to swell inside of you.

Both apprehension and arousal swirled inside of you, a beta’s body a little less adapted to knotting than an omega’s. But the firm circle Shouto’s thumb was drawing on your clit, and the low murmur of his voice in your ear, began to drown out any other thought.

“I have you, love,” Shouto said. His mouth dragged across your throat, leaving a sucking bruise along the column. Your nails scrabbled at his back as he swelled even further inside of you, starting to catch on your walls and make it harder to press back down on him.

“I have you,” Shouto said again, his voice rough with pleasure. The reassurance that he did, and the knowledge that he was barely managing his own pleasure struck you like a bolt of lightning. Something inside you unraveled and came loose, and you muffled a cry into Shouto’s broad shoulder as your orgasm slammed into you like a tidal wave.

A low swear escaped Shouto, and his knot swelled even further. His hands suddenly seized tight on either side of your waist, holding you down on him as he thrust up into you. You felt a sort of pressure you’d never anticipated, so overwhelming it was nearly painful—but then Shouto’s knot slid into you.

Shouto groaned into your neck, biting down hard. You writhed over him, your pleasure wringing you out until finally you slumped against him, shivering. Shouto eased back, propping himself up on the arm of the couch, you stuck to his chest like a sweat-slicked barnacle.

“That was—so much more intense than I ever imagined,” you said, when you’d recovered your faculty for human language.

You could feel the curve of Shouto’s smile against your neck. “For I, as well,” he said. “Though I had imagined it a great many times—we still have many other fantasies I intend to live out.”

You were embarrassed to feel yourself tighten around him. Shouto hissed, leaning back to pin you with a look—then looked more smug than you’d ever seen him.

“Like that, do you, love?” he asked.

The pet name made your ears heat, and you couldn’t help but pinch him. “You used to be so sweet, when did you get this fresh?” you demanded.

“Fresh is the least of what I intend to get with you,” Shouto informed you seriously. “I take my duties as a child bride very seriously.”

Your jaw dropped open, and you pressed back from him, gasping when it shifted him inside you. “You—! You heard—?”

Shouto’s smile was far too handsome and self-satisfied to be allowed. “That is when I knew I stood a chance.”

Your face burned. You couldn’t believe him. “You’re a menace.”

Shouto leaned into a press a kiss over where he’d sunk his teeth into you, butterfly-light. The touch of his mouth was warm and his campfire scent washed over you, fuzzing your thoughts. His mouth moved up to catch yours, and you let him kiss you until you realized you’d started to squirm in his lap again.

Several minutes later he had you coming on his knot again, locked against him and muffling the sounds of your pleasure into his neck.

He looked, if possible, even more satisfied, and you lifted a hand to thread through the strands of his hair, silky and damp.

“I can’t believe this is real,” you said, several orgasms having made you loose-tongued. You rubbed a strand of his hair between the pads of your fingers.

Shouto turned his head to drop a kiss to the base of your palm. “We have time enough to make you believe it, love.”

Another butterfly took wing in your stomach at the pet name. You wondered if you’d ever get used to hearing him say it.

“I’ll have to figure out my work—I don’t know if they’d let me work remotely all the way from here?” you said, thoughts suddenly shifting. You sort of doubted your company would make the exception for you, and a pang shot through your heart at the idea that you might have to leave Shouto to work in the city on weekdays. At least until you found another job, which might take months to arrange.

You did not want to be separated from him, now that you’d let yourself have him.

A hand caught your chin, thumb smoothing along your jaw. “I do not think you will have enough time,” Shouto said, a slim brow raising slightly. “What with the bookstore opening.”

You stared at him, wondering if you’d just had some sort of auditory hallucination.

“The—what?” you asked.

“The bookstore opening,” Shouto said. His mouth made the shape of the words exactly, and so it could not be that you’d hallucinated. But—

“What bookstore?” you asked.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a deliberately flat line like he was trying not to smile.

“Yours. Downstairs,” he clarified—which did not clarify at all.

Your mouth dropped open against his fingers, your eyebrows shooting for the moon. “My—? Downstairs—?”

Your mind scanned back over the events of the last twenty-four hours, the first time you’d caught sight of the shop downstairs again as you’d followed Shouto home. The way it seemed so well-maintained, the windows glinting crystal-clear in the soft evening light. Your eyes reflexively dipped to the blonde wood of Shouto’s floor, the very same that had been installed across the floor of the shop, and an understanding suddenly dawned on you.

“I remember everything you have ever told me,” Shouto had said when you mentioned you’d been in love with the shop downstairs.

“No way,” was what left your mouth as you glanced back up at Shouto, disbelief rising.

Shouto was watching you carefully, his handsome face serious. “Your name is on the deed.”

A wellspring of emotion rose up inside you like a geyser, and you slammed yourself back into Shouto, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “Shouto—I. You didn’t need to—there’s no way I can accept—this is incredible, you’re incredible—but I’d be taking advantage—I can’t—”

A warm, long-fingered hand slid up your spine to rest on the back of your head, holding you against him. “I have always been yours,” Shouto murmured. “Everything I have has always been yours. If it is too much now, we can wait. But I, and everything I have, will always be yours.”

You blinked, embarrassed to realize you’d started dripping tears into Shouto’s shoulder. Shouto didn’t say anything, fingers petting through your hair as you tried to fight the emotion down.

“I promised to take good care of you, and I intend to,” he said. Pressed against him, you could feel the way the words rumbled in his chest.

You closed your eyes and shoved your face in his neck, letting him hold you to him. Everything about today felt too good to be true, but you knew with absolute certainty that Shouto had always been too good to be true, himself. And yet you’d told him you trusted it, when he said he’d take care of you.

And you did—you realized you would always trust it, trust the beautiful boy you’d known all your life.

“I’ll need to pay you back on your investment,” you said some minutes later, when you finally found your voice again. You leaned back to look Shouto in the face, trying not to be embarrassed about the drying tear tracks.

“There is no need,” he said, eyes finding yours.

You realized you were still in his lap, though his knot had softened, and you thought you might be able to separate now.

But now you had other plans—and an investment you wanted to enthusiastically return.

“I insist,” you said, leaning forward to mouth at Shouto’s neck.

You caught the flash of his eyes widening, and his head fell back as a sharp breath left him. “I—see,” he said, his voice growing rough as you sucked a careful mark into the skin of his shoulder.

You smiled against his skin. “You will,” you promised, feeling bolder than ever. It felt like you were daring to believe it, that you’d found your life mate, that you really got to have him, that he’d loved you as long as he’d lived.

You wanted to return all those years of love, now that you loved him too.

“I’m going to take good care of you too,” you informed Shouto, hips already flexing over his.

You felt him start to grow hard inside of you again, and he turned his head to catch your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

“I trust it,” he said, his voice dropping low.

You smiled too, grinning against your lifemate’s mouth, intent on proving yourself worthy of that trust.

Though perhaps that could wait until you’d delivered some of the many fantasies it sounded like he’d stored up. There was no reason to rush.

You had the rest of your life together, after all.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Rody Lamoree // Random Dating HCs

{Dead Plate and characters belong to Studio Investigrave}

Note// He is like, 80% my type... I love him, though, dhdbdb I guess it's gn for s/o. I'm kinda a straight girl (who loves bl and yuri---), so sorry if I sound too straight./ih

•He is clingy, extremely affectionate, and touch starved... Relationships didn't end well with him because of that. But you managed to soften that by giving him plenty of love and attention when you both make time for each other. You can't say no to his puppy eyes;;;

•Can't cook for his life, is either you teach him how to cook or you both order takeout. If you do decide to teach him, he might fail miserably once in a while like injuring himself somehow or burn water--- he'll feel so bad that he is the reason you're carrying burden through the process but he'll sob more once he notices how patient, caring, and supportive you are while guiding him...

Rody// *sobs while looking at Y/N as if they're god*

Y/N // you okay there, babe?

•He'll die peacefully when he gets called pretty boy, Honey, hunny bunny, puppy, darling- no matter how cheesy or weirdly cute, it is Honey, him feel so giddy amazing 🥺✨️

•He is canonly buff and strong, so I can't help but imagine he is more than happy to carry you around on his shoulder or in bridal style to the point you don't even need to walk at all when he's with you/ih

•He'll compliment you a lot. He is your #1 fan. He'll quickly notice the changes in your appearance in one glance.

•New Haircut? Worshipping you right now. You wore something new? He'll take pictures of you in different angles, including selfies of both of you - red carpet material. You did your nails? Oh god, slay... Oh, what's this? A keychain you bought? That is so cool. He'll be so dramatic about it that it's so funny;😭

•Like man-- he's so supportive. Overwhelmingly supportive. He won't deny anything you decide and just support you till the end-- Like he's too in love to even care. He wouldn't even help but smush your cheeks together and say, "WTH WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY AUGHHH;;;" (thx to the sketch Rachel made;;;)

•He'll usually respond to you whenever you text him - or even as soon as possible to respond back through letters. He always loves your voice, so there would be times he asks if you can call each other. Having him lean to the side of the wall as he is blushing by the soft whispering in his ear you make through the phone.

•He'll do all his power to spoil you with gifts and expensive dates despite being broke. He'll go the extra mile to always do something so special in your anniversaries.

•Even in Valentine's Day, to the point he may forget to treat himself... you gotta remind him that his birthday is your pride and joy. Like, it's the day god blessed you for letting a beautiful being like him spawn/lh

•HEAR ME OUT- I'm looking respectfully.... No one should deny that this man is pretty muscular ♥️ He is so bashful when you praise his strength. You would also have the privilege to touch his biceps or lean your head on his chest,,,(I swear I'm normal). Just the feeling of you tracing his arm, shoulder, spine, and chest makes him go crazy and so down bad -

•He won't stop talking about you once a question related to you comes up - the victim will never hear the end of it -

•Canonly when you date him, He'll give you flowers that are plucked out of the ground since he cannot afford to bye a prettier bouquet from a flower shop...

•When he's sad, you have to give him words of assurance or hold him close... You can even order any kind of fast/junk food, and he'll be so happy that you would do that for him😭🥺

•If you happen to be smaller than him, he would find the opportunity to hover over you and wrap you up with his hoodie or coat before pulling you to an embrace. Kinda like shoving your head inside the coat;;;

•Besides writing songs and playing the guitar for you, he would also try to sing for you if he wasn't so hella shy about it. hhh;(he sings surprisingly decently tho!!!)

•He loves having a bike ride with you- he once promised that if he ever affords a car, you'll always get the passenger princess treatment, no buts!!!

[zinnynia]

“Time, turn back. Don’t come in, just like the old days.” ~ Mirishira Romeo and Cinderella

NEW BARNEY AI COVER LETS GOOOOO 😍😍😍 with a side of Alyx this Lowkey ate fr fr 🙏🙏🙏 Lowkey kinda fits him BUT IH MY GOD ALYX SOUNDS BEAUTIFUL?????? 😭 WHY ARENT THERE MORE ALYX COVERS LIKE SHE FR ATE THAT UP

Honestly this drawing took WAYYY too fucking long 😭😭😭 of the 7:50 hours half of it was just me contemplating and struggling on how to do muscle anatomy 💀💀💀💀 that shading Lowkey kinda ate tho like???

[one0p1nk]

Hey! BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💞💕

// goodness- that many people??? I don’t have the exact energy to make this a chain loop DJDMDNDN I won’t do this in order, because I love my moots equally :D Also, I have many other moots- so all I can do is mention the first 8 that I have first in mind oof- I simply have so many words to say to each of them because that would be fair and would make up the fact I’m not sending this to 8blogs/ih

if anyone else happen to send the same chain, I’ll just do a part two/hj So let’s see,,,

Yami, my lovely beloved Angelfish bestie artist partner-in-crime mafia world co-creator with silly but wonderful ideas of their OCs that I love to read about with a great passion <333/ih

Four, I will never forget the Floyd kinnie bestie that comes in and out every once in a while just to check on us- also threaten us with twst pics if we don’t take a break especially on Yami FJFJFJF I love you/p and your artistic skills and scrunkles you offer for us to cherish 🥺♥️

Nakki, the other Floyd kinnie/ih yet is the big bro I feel comfortable to talk with,,, Everything is just all fun and good vibes when we hang out and I hope that stays that way djdjjd <3🌸

Beth, she is such a sweetheart,,, I like helping her in Minecraft- having to talk to her about AUs and ships is soft vibes,,, She’s now our mafia group’s cookie supplier and I have no regrets about that/ih/pos 🥺💕

Klai, they always give me this mix of “hehe so silly and fun” and “oh gosh what to do with this problematic gremlin” Floyd kinnie djdjjddj- don’t blame me, nonetheless, ily/p bestie, even if it’ll take ages for me to comprehend certain parts of your humor- yet, they’re so understanding with my autistic tendencies everything doesn’t seem to be so awkward when talking with them 😭🥺✨/ih

Tae, they’re so nice to me and I’ll forgive their wrong-doings they ever have/ih(well I’m not sure about their spouse forgiving them tho/ih),,, one reason why they’re somehow in the mafia group (yeah Angelfish, we should start raising some standards for the growing group we have/ih) ily/p the same, and I’m hoping you’re always happy everyday <3

Kory, ily/p and your scrunkles (and you might be tired of the many times I keep apologizing for missing Law’s bandanna- the event was just life-changing and I took that personally since I adore him- 😔) Having talks with you about ships make me giggle like a dork you have no idea- well, you kinda do know in an extent I would lose track of time(adhd moment??? I probably have unfortunately/ih) you’re a wonderful peep I somehow ever met, idk if it was such a great coincidence that we happen to meet jfjfjfjf

Besides feeling so indebted to my bestie Mandi- I’m just sobbing softly the times she helped me while I was kinda having a boomer tech moment😭🥺😔/ih, especially when it comes to Ai voices,,, I always love hearing about Pearce 🥺💕🌸 as we share the same passion for his majestic chest fur✨/ih I love Amanda just the same- this strong woman is scary, not like this silly of a man like Laurence minds about that :D♥️/ih

[mishantics]

hi ^^ i was wanting to let you know that your art is amazing and i want to eat it/pos

if it's not too much to ask would you maybe be able to add me to the tag list? i just absolutely love your art style it's so beautiful and great to look at and appreciate on top of it being really inspiring to me as an artist

i feel like i just had to tell you

AAAISBDKDSLDKDD thank u sm 😭😭😭😭 you're so nice auagajkaa IH AND YEAH ADDUNG U TO THE TAGLIST AAA THANK U FOR ENJOYING MY ART HHH

[rabbitsdontstarve]

OH MY GOD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭IH HHHH MY GODDDD BEAUTIFUL

uh heres some megumi sketches from this week. youll get smth more dont worry anon

[buppydoll]

i only had like two bottles of md and i fucking blacked out today fuck. FUCKKCKFK ih my hgod. my best friend and his bf went with me to see clan of xymox but his bf threw up like 30 mins before the concert and i was alright but right after we like finally went into the venue i fucking blacked out fuck. i think they said i was throwinf up oh my god 😭😭 i rmbr getting up to finally leave but i do not rmbr throwing up damn. but. Fuck oh my god the sweetest prettiest trans woman helped me and walked me across fhe street to get picked up and was so fucking nice oh my god.. i miss her so much im gonna cry she was so sweet and bc i was fucking drunk i thanked her like 10 times and told her how much i loved her and how much id miss her LMFAOAO man. i rmbr after crossing the street she was waiting till i got picked up bc she said she didnt care much abt the concert bc of smth with her ex but i was leaning against her the whole time and she had her arm around me and half the time i kept sayinf nonsense abt how in love with her i was LMFAOBD my god and i kept telling her hiw pretty and beautiful she was like i was drunk off my ass but i rmbr looking up at her and just admiring everything about her and how fucking stunning she looked with her makeup and hair and wow. she was so fucking kind i loved her so much she felt like an angel she didnt have to help me at all but she did and she said the sweetest things man fuck. i wished i asked for her number but i was fucked drunk and dumb ahh FUCK!! if is 3:45am very interesting i got home who fucking knows dont remeber the car ride at all or when my friends got picked up i got home passed out after my mom helped me with some shit but now i am awake feel like ass and ranting. god i miss her so much what the fuck im like never gonna see her again

[ryoutanseyelashes]

[at a magazine interview before the IH]

interviewer: let’s see... *scans tablet* “his sunny disposition lights up my whole day”, “that angelic smile is warmer and brighter than the sun itself”... and many more comments involving the sun! kise-kun, it seems like many of our readers think of you as their sun! any thoughts on that?

kise: *chuckles warmly* i’m honored that they think so highly of me. i’m also quite the heliophile myself; sunny weather’s perfect for streetball, after all!

*both laugh*

kise: but... i’d say i’m actually more of a sunflower than a sun.

interviewer: a sunflower? might i ask why?

kise: mature sunflowers always face the east, don’t they? they seem like they’re always waiting for the arrival of the morning sun, even in the dead of night... i think there’s just something really beautiful about how their belief that the sun will rise again never wavers.

interviewer: oh! does it mean that there’s a certain sun that you’re patiently waiting for?

kise: ... you could say that. *smiles softly, eyes downcast*

i know we tend to liken kise to the sun (?) bUT AOMINECCHI IS TOTALLY KISE’S SUN NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE — and of course kise isn’t really just a sunflower passively waiting for the day when aominecchi would play basketball with a genuine smile again, he wants to beat aominecchi and rekindle that passion aomine used to harbor for basketball so bad — it’s never been explicitly stated but gdi you can’t tell me he doesn’t miss the old aominecchi, who would play one-on-one with him late into the night, as much as kurokocchi and momocchi does 😭

but in the end kagakuro beat him to it so welpppp

what i would give to see him square off against zone!aominecchi with his perfect copy (and maybe also zone) and win thooooo 😭

[leafticket]

ik i still need to finish the last 2 days of the acnh 14 day challenge lol idk why ive been putting it off. but i just came across a post someone did where they shared their favorite villagers (design-wise) in each species and i thought that was a cute idea so i want to give it a try!! here are my opinions lol:

FAVORITE VILLAGERS BY DESIGN — PART 1

alligator: SLY!

i think the alligator model is super cute but im kinda neutral abt all of the designs. sly is my favorite though because i think he’s the cutest out of all of them and i rly love his color scheme! also his eyes are so pretty hehe :”~)

honorable mentions:

roswell — i think his pattern and eyes are so cool!

drago — SUCH a cool concept!!! i just am not loving how garishly pink his mouth is in contrast w all that green 😅

anteater: ZOE!

this girl is SUCH a cutie!!! i love the little like.. baby outfit (?) theme and i think her colors are so pretty… i also (you guessed it) rly rly love her eyes. the three eyelashes are so precious

honorable mentions:

pango — i love her overall design and her colors, i just like zoe a little better lol

antonio — MY BELOVED BABY BOY!!!! i love his eyes and especially his pattern!

bear: KLAUS!

GENUINELY so obsessed w this absolute legend… his face is just so beautiful like look at that nose 😭😭😭 and his curls too ugh just so cute. i also think his colors and eyes (im so predictable lol) are just really great!

honorable mention:

charlise — my mom my sister my cool aunt etc etc. my best friend 🥹 she just has the kindest most knowing face… the most expressive eyes… i love her. my giant gummy bear… my wee sing big rock candy mountain snoodle doodle….

bird: ROBIN!

idk i just love the colors / placements on this guy!! i am a huge fan of primary colors and he absolutely does it for me :D (also look at the highlight on his cheekbones i just noticed it… wtf. king)

honorable mention:

ace — a cool guy with great colors! i just don’t love his eyes rip

bull: NOBODY.

im so sorry 😭😭😭 i just don’t rly like any of the designs. i guess coach is the best of the bunch for me but definitely not enough to feature on my list imo.. i would still love and embrace a bull w all my heart if they moved in though 🥲

cat: TABBY!

GENUINELY obsessed w this girl i need her on my island someday 😭😭😭 her nose is just so cool and i love her stripes! her design / colors have a lot of personality idk i just really enjoy looking at her

honorable mentions:

mitzi — one of my favorites from pocket camp! she’s a cool gal i rly love her colors and her siamese points!

rudy — ive always thought he’s so cute lolll 🥹 he reminds me of the ih*p mascot i think the pancake’s name was rudy lol so he fills me w nostalgia

chicken: BENEDICT!

IN LOVE w this dude’s facial features. his eyes remind me of… OH GOD i forget what it’s called but it’s like the brown teddy bear cub w the angry eyebrows that goes viral on here sometimes? idk. [EDIT: RILAKKUMA!] but more importantly those… DIMPLES? idk what they are but i just adore them. he reminds me of a friend of mine who has extremely prominent dimples so seeing him reminds me of her and always makes me smile! also i think his colors are so cool!

honorable mention:

plucky — i just think she’s neat! she has cool colors and feels very hen-like to me idk lol

cows: NOBODY.

im so sorry 😭😭😭😭 i genuinely want to like the cows and i mean i do… tipper’s design is the most appealing to me out of the four and ofc ive had norma on my island and she was a sweetie. but i just don’t fully love any of their designs ☹️

cubs: TAMMY!

i love tammy’s design so much!! her eyes are rly cool w the two lower lashes and her smile is just so expressive.. and ofc i love yellow 🥹 i almost feel like she should be a bear rather than a cub though? her face feels too like… grown (?) to be on a cub model lol. but i also think having that kind of face on a cub gives her a lot of character! im getting cool mean jock girl at school vibes and i love it lol (also this has me wondering… has anyone ever tried to like graft acnh designs onto other (similar) models? like making bears cubs and cubs bears… swapping bulls and cows, monkeys and gorillas, ostriches and birds, etc… that would be so cool if they did that lol). ANYWAY…

honorable mentions:

maple — ive had her on my island before and in accordance w popular belief she is very cute!

judy — another popular one who i rly like! i think it’s mostly bc of her name though lol i think judy is just such a good name. but i mean her face and gradient are very cute too!

deer: BEAU!

probably my favorite conventionally attractive / celebrated villager LMAO 😭 i just think his eyes are rly cool and his design is just so… idk. wholesome and comforting? yeah

honorable mentions:

lopez — i love this guy’s eye style and pink eye shadow! his colors are just rly cool

zell — SUCH a cool design. and look at those curly horns!! :D

dog: BUTCH!

butch’s design is just so pleasant to look at idk! he is the dog ever 😭 he just is like really comforting… i hope my future dog will have the same aura as him lol

honorable mentions:

bea — one of my old residents / dreamies!! she’s absolutely gorgeous 🥹

benjamin — MY BABY BOY MY DARLING MY ANGEL!!!! his nose… his whiskers… 😭🥹💓‼️

maddie — a cutie!!

marcel — such a funky design! i think his whiskers are super cute hehe

duck: MALLARY!

this girl reminds me of… omg im so sorry 😭 but like the girl in the esch*ton 9000 meme. w the pixie cut and the :3 smile. LMFAOOOO but i think that girl is very pretty (SORRY) and i think mallary is too! her eyes are rly nice and i like her kinda edgy sideswept bangs! (also i just thought of another (probably better) comparison: the one and only broadway legend and wlw icon miss j3nn c0llela 🥴🥰)

honorable mentions:

gloria — i think her eyes are SOOOO cool. ilysmge i love you so much gloria’s eyes

ketchup — not the biggest fan of food-inspired villagers but ketchup is a cutie!

that’s all i can fit in for part 1 bc of the mobile photo limit lol! come back tmrrw for part 2 (i’ll try to do a post every day and then maybe return for the last 2 days of the 14 day challenge 🥴)

[moonjinbby]

Not related to seokjin but, pernah ngga sii bangun tidur terus pengen jadi pacar Park Jimin?! HAH AKU CAPEEE. Jadi tadi pagi habis subuhan aku liat clip bangtan nyanyi lagu butter terus kaya heh jimin gemes amat rambutnya panjang dan hitam bersinar. Sebenernya aku udah kaya ih jimin is so beautiful dari beberapa waktu kemarin karena liat doi rambut panjang. Gabisa akutuu gemeyy terus cantinaa banget kaya angel turun ke bumi :( Dan apa yg terjadii aku ngimpiin jimin.. ASLIII MASIH KEPIKIRAN :(

Disitu aku kaya ngobrol langsung sama jimin terus yaa tau sendiri lah jimin orangnya lovable banget huu. Aku tiap liat jimin kayaa harus hari hati because he's so precious aduh gimana yaa kind pure heart baik hati terus caring juga :( minta disayang banget. Paling gabisa kalau jimin udah yang perhatian banget gitu ih, aku orangnya gabisa dikasi atensi dikit pasti langsung baper :( sedih banget. Dah intinya gitu terus pas bangun aku jadi kepikiran :(( kaya orang yang udah kangen pengen ketemu jimin lagi padahal cuma mimpi 👍🏻

Teruuusss jimin tu emang sekarang atau dari dulu yaa aku belum terlalu perhatiin dia orangnya diem gitu hih. Lebih suka diem terus liatin member lain ngomong kaya iya udah take your time aku ngliatin aja. Tapi itu malah jadi sisi care-nya jimin aku ngerasa jimin sayang banget sama member bts huh sedih. Ya ampun mau juga disayang Park Jimin pliisss. Iyaa begitu pokoknya aku jadi gabisa move on dari mimpi ituu ya Tuhan mau kaya Park Jimin satu aja.

Sumpaah aku lagi terjimin-jimin ih gimana yaa tiap liat vid/foto jimin di tfma ini rasanya kayaa aduh jimin :( dini hari doi ngetweet aduh gabisa liat jimin mullet 😭

[menggapailangit]

Sebuah live report perjalananku dalam mengerjakan tugas mata kuliah Sociological Academic Skills II yaitu menulis essai.

Dimulai pukul 16.00 WIB

Dari tadi nulis essai tapi nggak jelas inti permasalahannya di mana. Muter-muter aja mulu sambil manjang-manjangin kalimat biar cepet 1.500 kata. Sosiologi UB apa nggak mau bikin gebrakan tugas membuat cerpen apa? Tugas kok paper lagi, makalah lagi, essai lagi, presentasi lagi. Gitu aja terus. Coba suruh mahasiswa membuat cerpen sesuai dengan materi. Itu jauh lebih menantang lho, asli deh. Kayak film PK misalnya. Mempelajari Sosiologi Agama tapi dalam bentuk film. Kayak gini tuh lebih susah, lho. Kamu harus tau gimana caranya nyelipin materi dalam dialog dan perilaku tokoh, ditambah bumbu-bumbu fantasi juga. Atau belajar filsafat lewat buku Dunia Sophie dan Dunia Anna. Nggak gampang lho bikin buku filsafat yang disajiin lewat novel fantasi. Apakah tidak tertantang untuk memberikan tugas menulis cerpen wahai Universitas Brawijaya?

Kalo nulis cerpen walaupun susah juga tapi setidaknya lebih gampang dari essai. At least menurut aku pribadi. Soalnya dalam tulisan sastra kayak cerpen gitu nggak ada aturan baku. Semuanya ya sesuai sama gaya penulisan penulisnya aja. Nggak kayak essai. Hashtag essai flop, cerpen best girl. Aksjhadjhskds.

Dahlah. Mau cari joki menulis essai aja. Astagfirullahalazhiim aku masih butuh keberkahan ilmu. Tapi aduh gimana caranya menulis essai aku udah desperate banget 😭 Emang udah paling bener pasusan aja sih. Menambah kebugaran jasmani, tidak bikin encok (paling pegel-pegel doang), dan nggak bikin sakit mata gara-gara kebanyakanbaca tulisan di laptop. Hidup anak Pramuka!

Nulis paragraf pertama masih 200 kata sekarang udah 668 kata. Ya ampun bangga banget sama diri sendiri. 300-an kata lagi jadi 1000 diisi apa ya?

Kok bisa sih ada mahasiswa nggak bisa nulis essai??? Kok bisa???

Kayaknya tema soal beauty standard di Indonesia tuh menarik nggak, sih? Bisa dikaji secara sosiologis gitu. Kayak tema-tema soal seksisme dan objektifikasi terhadap perempuan tuh menarik banget buat dibahas. Kayak, ajang Miss Indonesia misalnya. Emang bener selama ini dielu-eluin banget slogan beauty with a purpose atau brain, beauty and behaviour alias “cantik tuh gak cuma fisik tapi juga hati”. Tapi pernah nggak sih kalian nemu kontestan Miss Indonesia badannya pendek, gempal, mukanya nggak mulus, rambutnya nggak badai? Nyaris nggak pernah kan? Padahal banyak juga cewek-cewek yang nggak ramping tinggi putih mulus yang pinter dan baik hati. Tapi yang bisa masuk kompetisi ya yang “cantik” itu aja.

Who even made that stupid beauty standard? Benar sekali, society and media.

Ya Allah laper banget untung ada buah alpukat di rumah.

Jurnal berbahasa Inggris yang ngebahasa soal beauty standard dan sexism kayaknya seru gitu tapi bacanya agak belibet. Akibat tidak patuh saat language day, seorang mahasiswa struggle baca jurnal berbahasa Inggris. Wkwkwk. Tapi nggak boleh juga sih ngambil referensi dari jurnal bahasa Inggris???

Kenapa jurnalnya cuma boleh dua? Aku kan bingung jadinya.

INI TUGAS ESSAI DOANG NGERJAINNYA LAMA AMAT DAH

Dengerin Day6 dulu gengs. EOJJODA BONI NAAAA AAAAA AAAAAAN NEOL~~

YEPPOSEO~

Today’s a present that I don’t want. 

When we live a life. Always dreaming for a dream to come true.

I feel like I became a zombie. Not alive but I’m still walking.

Fokus ih apaan dah malah jadi dengerin lagu.

Tapi emang sejak kuliah di masa pandemi, ngerasa banget hidup jadi kayak zombie. Not alive but still walking. Bangun, kelas, nugas, tidur, repeat. Gitu aja terus tiap hari. Meratapi mimpi-mimpi yang masih kabur dan nggak jelas. Bingung juga ini habis lulus mau ngapain.

Malah curcol. Gajelas lu Waf.

Sungguh tidak baik cara mengerjakan tugas ala aku. Nulis satu paragraf, baca jurnal lagi yang kayaknya seru, main twitter, ke Tumblr, terus bengong, terus nulis lagi, terus scroll Twitter lagi, cari cemilan, buka Tumblr, nulis lagi. Aku pernah baca kayak gini tuh gak bagus ya buat kinerja otak tapi ya... gimana ya.

It’s 8.15 pm and my assignment still not finished yet

Kalo kalimatnya “tidak boleh lebih dari 1500 kata” berarti boleh kurang nggak sih? Kayak 800 kata aja tuh nggak apa-apa. Kan 1500 tuh maksimal kata bukan minimal.

Cari aman ☠

900 kata lebih guysss kayaknya nyampe sih ini 1200-an kata. YUK BISA YUK SEMANGAT.

Kapan terakhir kali kamu dapat tertidur malmingan dengan tenang? Dua minggu lalu sih, aku bisa santai nonton Cruella di Disney+ soalnya tugasku udah kelar dari Sabtu siang. 

Ih lupa belum mandi.

UDAH SELESAIII at least udah nyampe akhir sih. Belum selesai-selesai banget. Masih ada yang belum diedit, belum ngasih sitasi sama daftar pustaka, masih ada kalimat yang belum diparafrase juga. Bentar, makan mie tek-tek dulu.

Dahlah yang penting kelar ://

SELESAI. YA AMPUN ALHAMDULILLAH MAU NANGIS BANGET. Sekian live report yang tidak bermanfaat dan justru menghambat penulisan essai ini karena jadinya selingin waktu buat nyambat di sini. Wkwk dasar gajelas.

Berakhir pada 23.31 WIB

[idv-sunsxin3]

Diggers // Dating Headcanons

Note// I gotta write this since i successfully managed to bring him home;;; 🥺

____

Diggers is canonly a hippie. He is based on them, his voice lines often tell how peace is better than war- I don't have the mind to interpret him with many kinds of hippies stereotypes because I'm still skeptical about some things that I don't even know better- 🤔🫠

There may even be misunderstandings because it actually really happened to the hippies from the 60s sometimes -

Diggers cherishes the times he gets to talk with you, always looking forward to seeing every day and getting to know you...

He is even eager to share his passions while he learns to understand yours as well. He has always been accepting and non-judgmental, ever since you first met. No matter the flaws.

It's probably how he treats everyone because of his moral standards- but it's also more than that... because it's you.

He definitely senses something different about you the moment your fingers touched..

You're his muse, "the sunlight from the mornings, the starlight of the night.... his whole universe." Yes, he said that to you once once--- 😭🫠🥺

But well, he loves showing some of his works of art - well, only the ones he managed to keep. He most likely does graffiti and flower power aesthetics.

Imagine there is a time you two painted a mark of your initials inside a heart with a paint spray on the same bench you both sat in where you first met each other--- it would be fate for sure smh;;;;

Hangouts usually would be staying with him at the back of his van with the doors open, so the windy day can go through. You sometimes lay down on the carpet he places down. You would hear him play his guitar as he sits across from you, serenading you with his slow, soothing tunes.

The sight of the grassfield's landscape can be seen from the van's back seat, along with the small silhouette of London from afar. Once Diggers stops playing, he tends to place his hand on your head and give it headpats... slowly massaging your scalp after as you try to stay awake.

He loves pampering you in his own way, letting you rest with him during lazy days.

He is a sweet, laid-back lover... He trusts you enough that his jealousy levels are low to none just by simply thinking of the many things that can make you feel safe and happy with him- having himself being part of your life is already an honor to him.

But of course, I can imagine he would be like a kicked puppy whenever you ignore him for too long... like not seeing for 3 days can already make him feel droopy;;;

You'll do a lot of outdoor activities with Diggers when dating him-- he would always say things like like "be one with the forest" or "connect with mother nature" while making you these pretty flower crowns to adorn them on your head,,,

Camping in a forest is one of the common things you two do, Diggers knowing lots of things about how to survive in the wild while only having his van as a refuge.

Don't underestimate for his slender figure!!! He can even name you many kinds of herbs, flowers, and berries. Even point out the ones that are venomous or poisonous. He can't do math or this deep insight science, but at least he is knowledgeable in certain fields.

This is just me, but I love a Diggers giving his s/o the passenger princess treatment. No more questions/ih

He talks to you in a very honeyed and flowery voice, you don't even know if he's ever angry at you even while being this upset---(to be true, he never brings himself to be angry at you-- it wouldn't be cool) With how he calls you "Honey", "Baby ", "Love", and so much more, you'll probably need a sleeping bag because man, his voice;;;

He is very affectionate - maybe a bit touchy even. Lots of hugs, kisses, hands on the small of your back, waist, or hip - he always has this tendency of keeping a hand on you when you're around.

If you give him the consent(because consent is beautiful✨️), he doesn't feel embarrassed when pulling you to his lap or holding you so close from behind around anyone.

His holds are meant to be pure and innocent. Having your bodies touch helps him charge his batteries from any stress he ever has to experience in a fast-faced world you both are living in.;;😔

He always likes to carefully plant soft kisses on your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, hands, and shoulder,,, (neck if he really wants to make out with you;;; 👉👈 *gets bonked for not being normal *) Lots of smooching when he finds the lovely opportunity.

He is 100% honest with you, never lies at all. Even would tell you his honest opinions in a sincere, half-hearted manner. Otherwise, it would be against his principles of a peace and love relationship. He wants to love you unconditionally no matter the future struggles that may happen between you two. Always avoiding toxicity and any form of hate towards you.

He loves taking care of his body, eating natural and non-processed food as possible, and going on vegetarian diets. He wants to share his little routines with you, if you want to, of course,,, it is pretty much a way he shows that he enjoys living life with you and taking care of you if you allow him to once in a while. It's like a sign of building trust for him. 🥺

It's so cute when he wants to try and persuade you to try these vivid color clothes with lots of patterns on it, even having these flower matching Keychains.;;

No matter the path you want to go to, he'll always support you and your choices,,, he'll encourage you to do anything your heart desires to achieve, as long as you're true to yourself. 🥺✨️

Overall! He is such a walking green flag. What else can I say to support that? You probably might have more ideas, and the floor is always open for them, my friends 😌✨️💅

[scarletcinnabar]

Minggu, 29 Agustus 2021

Astaga lupa lagi. Pasti dikit lagi ini nulisnya.

Hari ini? Makan dine in gais! Akhirnya! Setelah sesak dengan ppkm level ga tau dah ratusan gini, tiap makan harus take away, AKHIRNYA BISA DINE IN! Bisa nikmatin makanan yang masih panas gitu, beuh, tak ada tandingan 😭👍

Terus malemnya, mabok nyoba bikin carrd. PUSING BANGET! Baru 1/4 jadi, tapi sejauh ini keren banget keliatannya. Duh keren banget aslii.. besok mau coba lagi sambil kerasain fitur di dalamnya wkwkwk

Apa lagi, oh, aku beneran deh pengen udahan banget sama si doi. Bukan karena aku ada yang lain, bukan gitu. Bener-bener pengen sendiri aja gitu, mau visi misi foya foya hahahah. Ih jadi off topic nih.

Jadi ya, ga jelas banget anjir si doi ya, kan kemaren malem itu dia gadang kan ternyata ga tau tuh kenapa, jam setengah 2 tuh aku chat nanya tumben masih bangun dan nanya kapan tidur. Dia cuma jawab lagi pengen dan ga tau mau tidur jam berapa. Tapi ga lama dari itu dia pamitan tuh, tapi dari wassap tuh katanya dm ig nya ga bisa, terus pamitan, dan aku balas kisaran 3-5 menitan karena aku masih di ig aja mainnya. Nah sejauh ini biasa aja. Beres kan chat itu jam setengah 2 lewat banget kan. Dan dia juga baca balasan aku itu pagi jam 8. Ga dibales. Ya, kata aku SANGAT wajar, karena ya udah gitu percakapan selesai. TAPI YA, jam 9.44 PM yang berarti jam 10 MALAM kurang, dia masih balas pesan ku yang berisi 'dadah' dengan 'dadah' lagi?!?! HAH?! ANJIR?? UDAH LEWAT 12 JAM PULA, NGAPAIN DADAH LAGI? DIKATA PAMITAN BISA PENDING GITU?!?! NGAPAIN BACA PESAN GUA JAM 8 PAGI KALO BALASNYA JAM 10 MALEM? Sumpah, ga habis pikir. Ini sebenernya masalah yang KECIL BANGET, tapi tuh, bikin pengen dihujat, karena ya BINGUNG GAK SIH?!?! Haduhhh, rasa pengen udahan tuh 📈📈📈📈📈 duh aku give up banget sama hal beginian. Karena ya jujur ini tuh ga penting banget, tapi ya, mending ga usah bales dah itu pesan 'dadah' punyaku dari pada dibalas 14 jam kemudian. Ga jelas banget anjir. Dikirain kangen atau kepikiran kali ya ga dibales gitu, KAGAK SAMA SEKALI!

Tampak-tampaknya emang aku udah ga ada rasa deh sama doi. Dah lah, semoga bulan depan bisa udahan.

Today's song :

HARI INI LAST STAGE CB TXT 😭😭😭😭

Makasih atas comeback kali ini, LO$ER=LO♡ER keren abis dah lagu ini. Dan aku nagih banget denger rap punya Yeonjun 😭👍

Jump from this highway

Wings spread and broken

Flyin’ to forever

But can’t help falling

With you

Even a fall is beautiful

I gladly sink

To the other side of the sky

Just hope we can embrace

By the end of my clumsy flight

I don’t care if everyone laughs

I want to sink into your ocean

Idk, feels rap nya sama-sama desperatednya sama lagu 0x1=LOVESONG 💔

Yak ga sabar banget sama next cb mereka. Kira-kira mereka pindah chapter atau masih sama ya.. ya who knows...

Ya semangat ya kalian 😭😭😭

Hashtag Thankyou TXT 😭💔

I’m a LOVER I’m a LOVER

Lover with a $ dollar sign

Is a LO$ER

[maiverie]

HELDJWLCJWKFJWKDJ IH MY GOSH THIS HEADER IS FRAKKIMG BEAUTIFUL I AM IN LOVE!!!!! AND OH MY GOD FAKE DATING AU????? OWUDKWJXK I CANTTT THATS SO SEXY IM LITERALLY SAUR ESCITED FOR THIS THERES FROTH COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH 😭😭‼️‼️

nobody talk to me IM SO EXCITEDDDDDD I CAN ALR SMELL THE TEA FROM HERE this sounds like it’s gna be a massive roller coaster AND IM SO READYYYY 😭😭💖💓💗💞

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS. Y/N never considered once after she debuted that she would get the chance to (fake)date Park Sunghoon, the boy she had a crush on since he debuted. Sunghoon on the other had never thought he would get the chance to date the newly debuted idol from VEVILA. Both feel as though they are on cloud nine, until Sunghoon has to MC with his ex, who can't catch a hint.

PAIRING. idol! park sunghoon x idol! reader

GENRE. idol au, fake dating, crack/my attempts at humor, fake lovers to lovers, angst, fluff

WARNINGS. strong language, drama, sexual jokes/references, dumb kids being dumb kids, idol drama, mentions of depression, cheating fighting, minor toxicity, tba.

STATUS. Ongoing (March 10th - ?)

FEATURING. enhypen, felix & hyunjin of skz, bahiyyih of kep1er, hueningkai and beomgyu of txt. tba.

NOTE. back with another smau!! ik i said i would publish one until i finished fault lines but😍🤭 anyways i hope you guys like this!! updates will be iffy because i still will be prioritizing fault lines, but i definitely will be updating!! credits to @wonvelvet for my amazing ass cover im still not over how gorgeous it is. dont take this shit seriously, yk? this in no way reflects how idols act in real life so dont be that person and take it too seriously

PROFILES. VELVEETA GWORLS. EPI PEN OUTSOLD. FAN ACCS.

CHAPTERS.

1. #VEVILADISBAND

2. tba.

3. tba.

4. tba.

taglist. @seungstarss @c9tnoos @wonvelvet @kflixnet @chiyuv

perm taglist. @jungwonize @soobin-chois @jangwonie @soobinyz @hiqhkey @bigtoewinwin

[idv-sunsxin3]

*shyly slides in here from discord* So uhhh.. M-May I request some bethsop headcannons?

Aesop Carl x Beth Anastazja // HCs

(Idv Canon x oc) Beth by @beth-bethar00

Note// I know Aesop's lore, it's dark. But I want to imagine there is this innocent child side of him that is just... fragile, you know 🥺

_____

There are two ways I view bethsop.

One is girlboss x malewife. Because I really can see Beth doing so many cool moves and punches just to take care of soft bf/ih

The other is... technically kinds like this softcore dynamic like the first one, except that they both seem to treat each other equally. Giving and reciprocating Affections through gifts or quality time.

They both have difficulties to express themselves, but they are actually pretty good at reading each other's mood just by behavior---

While Aesop doesn't like to let Beth see the "scary" side of his work, he likes to spend time with her by baking. Trying out different recipes everytime they meet up at the kitchen with the ingredients they agree to bring. I like to think they would do it once in a week or two.

Aesop and PDA is something I've never imagine to go hand in hand--- but I can see that he wouldn't bat an eye when it comes to hand holding or hugs. He loves arm linking with Beth too. Kissing? He'll die/j

He is not used to such kind of physical contact, but he's not scared of Beth, knowing her pretty well she wouldn't hurt him.

He wouldn't be nervous when holding her hand, pulling her close to where his heart is, and plant a light kiss on her forehead. Showing how much her presence means to him.

He doesn't like to see Beth run away from him. Even if Beth assures she won't leave him, even if he doesn't seem worried about it. On the inside, he can't tell himself that it may not happen. Because losing someone so dear to him wasn't pleasant either.

I think Aesop would be so nervous by the thought of sleeping together--- but I have this hc where there are times they both were hanging out at one of their rooms and Beth would fall asleep in the process. Those moments is when Aesop watches her calmly sleep like a beautiful angel as he sits on the bed-- sometimes unconsciously falling asleep too.

They do picnics on the greenhouse after Beth first suggested it when they have plenty of time- convince me otherwise/ih

Like lots of yummy pastries while looking at nature on a soft blanket seems like a cozy idea... Beth usually bakes for them and sometimes Aesop helps out as a way to spend more time with her. I like to think they take turns carrying all the heavy equipment to set them up every picnic date they have.

Embalming isn't that scary as Beth would see when seeing Aesop helping the client's body go on with a morning routine, tidy them up, putting them make up, and talk to them as if they were normal people... as if including them and not viewing them as something he should avoid but be mindful of like a living person.

Beth is aware that Aesop is not very closed with the living- so she would often listen attentively as Aesop talks to her about people who... technically aren't alive at the moment as if they're his friends. It sounds eerie when I explain it but if there is this one person who died naturally and you still want to recall them it would seem heartwarming you know what I mean;;;/ih

Aesop is anxious and probably even an introvert- It's either he stays behind Beth or beside her- but his face will remain as if he saw a ghost when seeing people looking at him and talking to him---

Beth is an exception, her soft spoken voice is soothing. Almost like his mother....

But he doesn't see Beth as his mother despite of her slight motherly nature, no, he sees her as his muse. The love of his life. By the time his goal is finished for his part, she can even tell him to die and he would gladly do that;;😭/hj

Aesop loves embalming Beth during matches, especially when the safe spots are in the right angle.

Bonus points if the place looks pleasing to the eye, just to surprise her in the most pleasant ways as possible to lower this extreme feeling of when she's in danger. He wants her to be cautious for her safety, yet careful to her heart.

He lowkey melts internally when touching fingers with Beth as they decode together- he enjoys watching her get flustered as well, staring and scrutinizing every detail of her facial changes and the perfect flaws she tends to show.

As assist survivors and even as couple, I think they both have medkits for each other in their pockets, basket, and/or suitcase. Both for matches and even in the manor. Like I can see that when they cook together, little accidents may happen with one of them and the other would help them patch up hhh.

I like to think they don't always directly talk to each other about their problems or traumas- like they help each other recover bit by bit by being with them, maybe even reassuring one another and sometimes unintentionally proving that not everything they believe isn't that bad or good. Just go on as humans, yet not ignoring the bad feelings.🫶