#love AR's outfit (in a normal way)

[blondbrat]

★ — SLUT !! drew starkey x actress reader

summary - your dating the man of your dreams, drew starkey, your fellow cast member and boyfriend.. but like always, people have to hate on you — the only comment people ever for female celebs existing happily in their relationships ‘she’s honestly just a slut’

warnings - use of y/n, slut shaming, overall shitty comments, stressed!reader

a/n - part of a drew starkey!au I wanna start. inspired by taylor swifts song ‘slut !!’ honestly in love with drew I can’t he’s so perfect :) as someone who’s been slut shamed, I definitely wanted to empathize how hard it is, especially as a woman, just simply living your life and getting hate for it x

If they call me a slut you smiled sweetly to yourself. posting the picture with a click of ur finger, a cute outfit for a fun night ! work had been going on long lately — not that you didn’t love every second of it. it was just tiring, and you were glad u could finally take a breath. just a chill night with your cast members and drew.. god, your smile turned into a cheeky grin as a knock sounded on the door.

you sighed softly, letting the weeks weight finally fall of your shoulders as you clicked off your phone — muting your notifications was an unconscious habit of yours

—instagram / 8:34 pm saturday

y/nprimrose : basketball game group date! their really trying to bet on who’s b-ball team will win, as if it won’t be mine! in all respect, it will be 💞 @*drewstarkey @*rudypankow @*madylncline

drewstarkey baby, my love, sweetheart, we both know what team will win, mine ❤️

↳ obxhasmyheart STOP this kind of relationship >>>

↳ user1 the way he uses the nicknames for y/n 🥺

primrosefanpage how does she always have the cutest outfits?? I LOVE HER

↳ drewsactualgf1 cute, the fuck? I guess if she works as a stripper…

user2 does she always have to have her tits out tho? just like her character wow

↳ drewsactualgf1 slut on screen, slut off screen. a slut in general 🥱

↳ user3 the only reason she was able to pull drew!! like cmon over here mr.starkey, I have tits AND a personality

user5 fucking put on some clothes. drew. deserves. better!!

user4 the fucks wrong with this comment section…

you didn’t glance at your phone once — drew peaking in with his usual grin. god, he was handsome as always. before you knew he pulled you into a cuddly embrace “hi baby, saw your post, you really think your teams gonna win huh’?” you beamed ! wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a soft peck — that shut him up quickly ! the night was perfect — everyone riding together as you all laugh and talk, simpering even more hysterically and playfully as the ride went on.

you found urself finally about to just relax. hand in drews as you all walked into the packed basketball building. crowed and buzzing with excitement. grinning sweetly at the array of papperazzi that greeted you, you all were used to it by now ! even posing in some as u four found ur seats, taking a few pictures with fans that seemed to be frozen in shock as u all waited for the game to begin.. you loved interacting with your fans, exactly why you requested normal seats — you loved being able to get to know them, helping them calm down once the realization hits in. it was as much as an experience for you as it was for them

“you look beautiful” drew leaned over and whispered in your ear, chuckling at the bloom of blush that crept over your cheeks. he couldn’t help himself, you did!

before you knew it, the game was starting — the turnover resulting in your team making the first basket ! you and rudy cheered, pocking drew in the side laughing as he rolled his eyes playfully. once more baskets were made and sarcastic laughs extanged, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder — leaning his head against yours as he kissed you on the forehead gently. both your friends too busy joking around to notice the sweet scene.. but it made it all the more perfect. this is what u both needed, just a night to be together ♡

drews arm still around you, you chatted with madayln — both agreeing work has been a lot lately while keeping your gazes on the game. your team was winning ! and you simpered, scrunching your face in mocking triumph as u glanced down at your phone — trying to slyly see if their was only a little amount of time in the game left, which would guarantee your favorite teams win ! but your recent notifications caught your attention instead.. and all you could see were specific words instantly ‘slut’ ‘stripper’ ‘a pair of tits and that’s it’ what the hell?? your face immediately fell, and you clicked on the notifications frantically.. expecting to find a porn scene or something with a woman who looked somewhat like you (which had happened before) not your joking post from earlier.. the picture wasn’t even the main reason you posted it. and let alone.. to get all this hate. for wearing a fucking shirt??

your feed was bombarded with hate after hate. slut, slut, slut and so much worse.. your gut twisted, a strange feeling of guilt and embarrassment fogging your head !! your anxiety spiking !! drew and all your friends were destined to see the post soon enough?? drew commented on it, just before all the comments were posted.. it was humiliating. and u couldn’t help but doubt urself —would everyone agree with the comments? did everyone think of u like that, just a pair of tits?? maybe it was a bit revealing? you’d struggled with these kinds of comments before u got famous.. and after the stress of non stop filming, the one day u finally let urself breath — this fucking happened :(( it was just all too much

your head was spinning — you convinced urself you were overreacting, this happened to all female celebrities atleast once.. but fuck, you never realized how humiliating it was !! until then.. u tried to breathe, and Drew noticed ur tenseness immediately, ur pretty eyes seeming to fall in.. shame?

you shook his hand from ur shoulder, standing up instantly “g-gotta go to the bathroom” you murmured — before drew could even grab your hand you paced away, dodging cameras and people as you slammed the door into the single stall bathroom. you just needed to process.. and hiding with the hopes drew hadn’t yet seen the comments. slut. slut. slut.. for wearing a pretty shirt?

tears began to well up in your eyes, satly droplets — and you wish they didn’t !! just like everything else that seemed to be happening, you had no control over it. your breathing was hitched, fast and panicked as u paced around the bathroom. reading every hate comment like you’d atleast find one that said it was a joke.. it wasn’t.

u were staring at yourself in the golden brimmed mirror — clumpy mascara running down ur face, leaving black stains in their fall. slut. slut. slutyou had just recently came to fame.. ‘slut’ met drew, the man of your dreams ‘slut’ and still, these small (not) things effected u— isn’t it fucked up? how its drilled into woman’s brains that it’s their fault.. for simply loving their bodies and being happy?

your thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door.. it had been there the whole time “baby! y/n open up! let me in will ya? please baby I’m worried!” your heart melted at his concerned voice, eyes softening as you tried to wipe away ur foggy tears — meeting his eyes as u opened the door. ur best friend, and love of your life instantly swooning u in his arms.

“hey, hey baby look at me ok” he whispered softly, cradling u like he never wanted to let go.. he didn’t. “you scared me sweetheart, running out of there like that.. talk to me” his body was so warm, so hard, so perfect.. your home. and before you knew it you were letting urself breath. meeting his sapphire eyes. “drew.. do you ever-ever fuck do you ever look and me and frown because I look like a… s-slut” you stumbled whispering, adverting your eyes from his. “y/n w-what?!” he squeezed you in his arms even tighter, tilting ur head up to his so gently it felt like a butterfly’s touch. “Did someone say that to you?! someone here?!” he glanced around protectively, his face furrowing intimidatly before softening when he again found yours

“n-no.. just something I posted on insta—“

he didn’t let you finish your sentence — his heart breaking at the crack in your voice.

it wasn’t long before you were leaning agaisnt the sink, still snuggly in his arms as you cried in his shoulder. whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you let it all out — the stressful week, the exhaustion.. and then finally, the post.. the comments

you knew you would never forget the moment drew cupped your face with his hands, kissing the bridge of your nose — the touch so gentle it was like a butterfly. you could see the anger in his eyes, not at your of course, never at you. the fact anyone had the nerve to say such things about his girl, but more than anything, he needed to make sure you understood they were utter lies, being spurred in jealous envy “y/n please look at me babe, they are lies.. you are a beautiful, kind, and fucking incredibly talented actress and singer” you giggled at his empasis, tears no longer streaming down your face as u finally found his eyes “and fuck, the love of my life.. I’m drunk in love with you Primrose, and if some out of millions of people can’t handle that.. do what you do best-“ the words were like soft silk against your skin — drew, smiling softly, leaned down as gave you a soft kiss. “give them the bird, baby” he whispered against your lips, his breath fanning your teary face — eliciting a rapsy laugh from your pretty lungs.. god, he truly was your home

You know it might be worth it for once

—instagram / 12:00 pm Thursday

y/nprimrose : NEW SONG OUT NOW : SLUT !! ps. call me one, it’s worth it ❤️

drewstarkey your such a masterpiece baby, so drunk in love with you primrose ❤️ always doing what you do best ;)

you didn’t bother reading the rest of the comments, to occupied with drews kissing to even care (the song becomes a HIT)

Might as well be drunk in love xoxo

[mariessecretcorner]

𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜| Aaron Hotchner X Reader Smut 🔞

Summary: You're a known trouble maker at the BAU. You love to wind up Hotch and antagonise him and he's finally had enough and decides to put you in your place.

Warnings:

Brat taming, Hair pulling, Vaginal fingering, Daddy Hotchner, Dom Hotchner, Sub Reader, Brat Reader

MDNI- I am not reasonable for what you read (or becoming aroused)

The day started out like always for you, waking up, showering, dressing, and having breakfast before going to work. But this time you decided to play a little bit of a game with your boss. FBI special agent Aaron Hotchner, the stern head of the BAU department where you work. Although your not specifically an agent for field work you do have skills similar to your friend Penelope Garcia. You both have a knack with computers however you also have worked in the field once, well, you were witnessed to taking down a killer at a cyber café you were working at undercover in at that time. Now you work with Penelope and as a personal assistant to Hotch, dealing with all his technical stuff, like a bridge to Garcia and him in a way.

Entering the doors to your small office nearby Penelope’s, you pop yourself down and start up your computer and start your daily routine of checking emails, going over files and checking systems are working well. As per-usual Penelope pops in with a smile and her lovely joyful self “Hey Y/N! heard you got a meeting with Hotch this morning?” her happy tone always you smile, not to mention her colourful outfits and accessories “Hey Pen, yeah hopefully he’s in a good mood?” you say questioningly, raising a brow towards her “Oh, yeah, um…well about that, he’s a little tense this morning. Something seems to be making him grumpier than normal” you give her a ‘not surprised’ look and smile “eh, I’m sure it’s just his usual stick up his ass routine, you know how it goes with him sometimes” both of you giggle at your words “Speaking about your superior like that could get you marked up for a warning” Penelope and you freeze and your guts twist as his chill inducing voice echoes in the room. “erm…Hi s-sir…I’ll erm…just be going…” Penelope practically runs out the room leaving you to his cold demeanour. You make a mental note to get her back for doing a runner.

“You need to be careful with what you say out loud Y/N” His voice seemed calm as he stood in the doorway, his usual sleek black suit and dark eyes baring into you. “well, maybe you shouldn’t nose into other conversations sir” an eyebrow rose on his face as he stepped into the room, pushing your door shut with a click. “Y/N, this attitude needs to stop. You keep making snide comments in my mission briefings, not to mention the amount of times I’ve caught you with Garcia photoshopping my face onto random things.” The stern tone did nothing to quell your inner brat. “I thought you liked seeing yourself on a beach body?” “Not when it’s a woman’s Y/N” a growl left his chest as he stepped toe to toe with you, the looming shadow over your small, sitting frame made you both nervous and excited at the same time. “not my fault you look better in a red bikini. It complements your eyes” a smug grin forms on your lips as you lean back on your chair, crossing your arms over your chests. “Don’t push it Y/N.” he takes you by surprise, bending down to lean on the arms of your chair, effectively trapping you. “Oh really? Why not?” as soon as you said it you immediately regretted it. A strong hand grabbed the back of your head with a fistful of your hair, jerking you back to look up at him with a grunt “You don’t want to find out Y/N, you really don’t” you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your lips as he spoke, your inner walls clenched at his deep tone. What pissed you off the most with working with a behavioural analysis unit is you couldn’t hide your emotions. They could all read you like a book, even Penelope had a way of figuring you out most of the time. He could see your arousal, hell at this point you could probably smell it with his keen senses. “Keep being a brat and you’ll be treated like one” huffing you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, the dark lust and desire in his eyes made you squirm in your seat, clenching your legs a little and gripping at your skirt, tugging it down to try and hide your clenching legs. “I’m not a brat. You just can’t take a joke…”

It went quiet for a moment; the tension was palpable between both of you. A yelp left your lips as he tugged your head once more and his other free hand ran circles on your neck “You are a brat Y/N. Clearly you need to understand the difference between joking and plain out insulting someone” shivers hit you and you feel his breath on your cheek, his lips are practically touching your skin. Whimpers sounded from you, and he grinned, kissing your cheek, and running his free hand down lower to grip around your neck, producing a small amount of pressure. As you feel yourself lean into him, he lets go and steps back, taking off his blazer and undoing his cufflinks, simultaneously rolling up his sleeves halfway up his arms. “Over the desk” not needing to be told twice you happily obliged, following his orders you leant carefully over your desk after quickly moving a few bits out of the way. You bit your lip as his hand met the lower part of your back, pushing you down firmly, making sure you wouldn’t move. “see you can follow instructions” he spoke condescendingly. Your skirt was pulled up, exposing your tight clad bottom. “Only when It’s not a stupid one- Oww!” the snap of the waistband of your tights hitting your skin made you squeal. “Still being rude” his sultry tone made it so much more of a thrill when he pulled your waistband down, taking your underwear with it, revealing your sodden core. “Oh, look at that, I do believe you enjoy being corrected hmm?” his finger slipped easily up and down your lips, poking and prodding, teasing you. “Don’t tease. Its mean” you didn’t mean to whine, but you did, having been deprived of any form of intimacy for so long, you were desperate, and he knew it. “Oh sweetheart, you have to tell me what you want if you want something…” his finger ghosted over your clit, another whine slipped out as you spoke, now leaning back into his fingers “Please…Please touch me” “Good girl” his deft fingers slipped into your folds as his thumb caressed your clit, the hand on your lower back now rubbing circles on you.

“Ah!” his fingers felt like magic, the sensation of his thumb rubbing small circles on your sensitive nub whilst two fingers penetrate you “fffuuck…” arching your back against his hand, you felt a small pressure building as he started to move faster, thrusting his digits in and out more aggressively, the squishy sounds of your wetness dipping around them was all you could hear alongside your moans. “You need to ask if you want to cum” “P-Please….Please let me cum!” he tsk’d at you, shaking his head “Please what?” “P-Please Daddy! Lemme cum!” suddenly he paused, and you wondered if you’d just messed up. “What was that?” freezing, your eyes widened, and you went to look back over your shoulder to see him, but he quickly shoved your head down by the back of your neck “I-I…erm…Oh fuck!” the pace suddenly picked up again, your eyes rolled back in your head “Tell me what you just said called me” “’I-Ah! Daddy!” “There we go. Was that so hard sweetheart?” trying to hold in your urge to scream you bit down on your lip, shaking your head in response. “Good girl, now cum for daddy” like a switch you came screaming into your arm in an attempt to keep your voice down. Your cum soaked his hand as you began to shake and shudder.

Panting heavy, you felt his fingers slip from you “That’s it sweetheart” the sound of him licking and sucking your juices clean from his fingers instantly made you alert and wanting more. “Now, why don’t we go over the files before we continue. And if you behave, we can continue, and you can have something special afterwards?” humming you nodded reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you “yes sir-Ah! I mean daddy!” a harsh sting corrected your words quickly as he readjusted you and pet your back. “Good girl” he purred as you could barely stand up properly.

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Okay so, did I leave it on a cliffhanger….yes.

Will I add more to this…possibly.

Let me know what you think. This is the first daddy kink I’ve written, and the first Aaron Hotchner Smut. So please take it in consideration

Love Marie x

[elderwisp]

Outfit Breakdown:

Here's a look into everyone's outfits and makeup! I might break down these scenes in the future as some of them will be incredibly relevant to certain arcs.

✩ Starting with Dan, I wanted to go with a really laidback attire. Dan is seen in a pair of vans, a cropped tank top and loosely styled hair. However! Since she is hosting, she threw on a tie and some slacks to look presentable. Meanwhile with the the makeup, I opted for a 60s style eyeshadow and eyeliner combo, I felt like it brought a lot of attention to the eyes, something I'm sure Ares could appreciate. As for Kai, I kept the green color scheme as I resonate that color with him. His cross is seen loosely around the neck with a nice button up opened just enough to show his chest. As for his makeup, there was some flecks of blue and green sparkles as well as two lines of blue and green intertwined. That was more of a symbolism of him and Atlas being two threads connected. After his evening with Alex, the colors blend to a teal until finally he rubs it all off before his conversation with Taryn.

✩ Gum and Syx's hair colors feel complimentary to one another as one is pastel pink while the other is a pastel blue. Gum really speaks through her clothing as she feels most confident in alternative attire. Meanwhile, Syx dresses in much more pastel clothing, she really likes to show off her fit figure. Gabriel (looks v pretty here btw) came in a comfortable streetwear attire. He likes to save a lot of the flashier outfits for gigs and bar hoping but is typically seen in casual yet stylish clothing. Ares on the other hand came in a very sleek outfit as well as some chromatic eyeshadow to match. Too bad those pockets didn't hold a lighter in there.

✩ BOOF! I opted for warmer colors for Icarus, picking a comfy leather jacket and some broken in jeans. I wanted it to feel down to earth and inviting. Meanwhile for Frances, there were a lot of textures in their clothing as well as sparkles reminiscent of tears on their eyes. Their whole scene in this arc did not go as planned, originally there was supposed to be a misunderstanding and while at the time it worked (their kiss at the arcade wasn't cannon at that point) the more I read it, I was like this doesn't suit them in the state that they're in. I love the way things played out, the more it sat with me, the more bittersweet things felt and I just knew I made the right choice. Icarus throughout the scene tried to help ground Frances in the present whereas Frances felt incredibly overwhelmed by the distress of it all. So I really wanted to reflect that through their clothing.

✩ Ah, hello Rowan. There's a lot of symbolism to Rowan's attire. I'll probably touch base on it more in the future but some key items! He has not kept up with bleaching his hair that stark white he's normally seen with. His charcoal eyeshadow with the two lines intensified his eyes while his clothes had a bit of a mesmerizing patter to it. He understands how to use his appearance to pull people in. Meanwhile, Atlas's was what I like to call fashionably disheveled, his eyes covered in messily applied eyeshadow and glitter. His shirt had pins as if it was barely holding together the seams, sorta reminiscent of his mental state. Seeing Rowan definitely added to that. We probably won't see Atlas for a while as I'm sure he has plenty to think about. Putting the two together, they're incredibly similar with the pallets and patterns chosen. If Taryn and Atlas are two separate, parallel lines, Rowan and Atlas are two people sitting on the opposite side of the same line.

[maddgical-boy]

remakin my pinned post bc i love spending hours on fun formats. anyways

⸝⸝⊂➜﹒it's me! ⊃⸝⸝

mark/vinny ☆ he/him ☆ minor (strictly 18+ only blogs block me)

hello all! here i post about all things daydreaming-related, as well as some self insert stuff since there is big overlap there for me.

i have mainly fictparacosms (paracosms of existing fictional media). i'm kinda shy about them so i don't discuss them as much but please be respectful when i do. they do not always line up with canon and i just want to be happy and have a fun time.

❤️ this blog is a safe space for all madders/iders and whatever you daydream about. even if it's considered really dark nasty shit, and even if it's willingly! fiction is fiction my friends. ❤️

feel free to send asks about my paracosms or about yours! tumblr is buggy and i am chronically ill so i may not get to it right away, but rest easy knowing each ask is treasured in my heart <3 i'm shy but i want to interact with you all.

no dni or anything, just be kind! i make big use of the block button if i don't like your vibes or even if we just don't agree about stuff. unfortunately my block barrier from my main doesn't extend to sideblogs and i have to block separately from here, which i sometimes forget to do. so blanket statement for all my blogs and socials:

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below are paracosms & tags!

paracosms ☁︎‎‎‧₊˚*𖦹

these fluctuate in and out of how relevant they are to me, especially because god cursed my interests to wholly take over my life and then suddenly evaporate like sweat. this is also why i have random mini paracosms that only come out of hibernation if my hyperfixation does too! lmao

───-> ORIGINAL

■ queerer things still — five teens learn of the magical secret realms on earth and travel through them to uncover the main para (enya liao)'s mysterious past. all of them have magical powers and all of them have emotional baggage that they are eventually forced to deal with by fighting monsters that target their greatest weaknesses. everything is weird and also everything is queer (hence the name).

───-> FICTPARACOSMS

■ arrows of shield — big crossover between marvel's agents of shield and the cw's arrowverse. at the center of it all is me, because i am awesome. the only other teenagers (and original paras) are cicero (an entity meant to deal with all emotional and physical pains) and jessop jiang (a boy from the typical 60s american suburb who accidentally killed his mother).

■ the super happy life of akemi ōtani — a blanket paracosm for all daydreams involving any of koei's musou warriors games (that i have played, which is dw8, sw2, 4, 4ii, and 5, and wo4). the name is from one of my two samurai warriors ocs, as she has a very normal, happy life with her dad and sister that is absolutely not besieged by period-typical war. (also my icon on this blog is of nō, who is a character from sw5! she's in her dlc outfit. i love her)

■ yttd paracosm 2 — i don't have a name for this one yet shhh. anyway have you ever theorized that shunsuke hayasaka is sue miley's mysterious fiancé and then made a yttd sona that has become separate from you and is also their adopted child and is also dating ranmaru kageyama and then spent way too much time rewriting the lore of the game to fit this change? that's what this is. (my first yttd paracosm is asunaroland which isn't as major anymore but yeah. i have 2 of these fuckers)

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positivity about daydreaming -> #positivity <3

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[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 19

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 19: The Startlinie

Two days after the Sports Festival it was time to return back to normalcy aka. School!

Michi and Izuku rode the full train to school, both pretending that they weren't turned on by being so close to the other.

Since Michi was taller than him her breasts were at the perfect height to Izuku's head and thanks to the rattling of the train, his face fell quite often in it.

This was followed up by a blushing red and hidden nosebleed apology from the boy, while the girl repeated it was not his fault and it was okay.

More than okay.

"As long it's you Izuku, I don't mind!", told Michi, which didn't help Izuku's boner at all.

His head slammed into the gutter, which made him rattle like a teakettle, as Michi herself rubbed her legs since she was also aroused.

They still hadn't talked about it.

About the moment at the Sports Festival when Izuku proclaimed he wanted to stay forever on Michi's side.

It just heightens the tension between them.

After a few minutes and other collisions, Michi has enough.

She wraps her arm around Izuku's waist to stable him.

"Michi-Kun what?"

"It's better this way, you bouncing all few seconds against my breasts hurts after a while.", she explained.

Yeah, her pussy was on fire!

He blicked with his pretty eyes before he wrapped his arm around Michi's waist.

Okay, she didn't expect this.

"Izu-Chan?"

The boy blushed, yet he said without stuttering: "So we can hold each other and don't fall. Also, we cuddle often enough, it's just like that, right?"

Stupified Michi nodded.

Well, if he thought so then...!

She laid her head over his and breathed in his sandalwood and jasmine smell.

Now Izuku blushed, yet he placed his head better under her chin and started to fiddle with his phone.

Just pretending this was normal and not that he wanted to go on his knees and beg Michi to be his girlfriend.

And do other things.

No, sir, no!

That's when a man talked to them: "Excuse me excuse me! You are Massaro from the hero course, first place! Congratulations! Also to you too Midorya, good job at the sports festival!"

The two got formally bombarded with congratulations.

"You were in the top eight, right?"

"Ah, I can't believe the winner is riding our train!"

"You were so cool!"

"I loved your suit change, it's so much prettier!"

"He's smaller than I expected."

"She is even taller!"

"He reminds me of when I was young."

"I wish I had so much talent like her when I was her age, I would be a Pro-Hero now!"

"Yeah, it's like he's trying really hard."

"You completely demolished anyone, girl!"

"Aww, look how cute the two are!"

"Are you a couple?"

"Do your best, heroes!"

Izuku and Michi chorused together that they would.

Then it got even crazier as people wanted Michi's autograph.

It would be a lie if the girl said she didn't feel pride in it.

Finally, they reached their station and said goodbye to the people.

Together they walked the last meters to U.A.

"It's only morning, but I'm already tired.", signed Izuku.

Since it was now raining they both had their umbrellas out.

The rain also helped to cool down their crazy hormones.

"Well no wonder.", began Michi. "You broke nearly your whole body to save Shoto-San."

A record formally scratched in Izuku's head.

Shoto-San?

Since when did Michi call Shoto, Shoto-San?!

What did he miss?

That's when they heard Tenya's voice: "Good morning, Izuku and Michi!"

"Tenya? Wearing a p-poncho and rain boots?", wonder Izuku.

Michi just deadpannend.

Somehow it fit Tenya.

"Why are you guys walking so slowly? You're going to be late!", chasted them Tenya and overtook them.

The Not-Couple raced after him.

"Late? Tenya we still have five minutes left before the bell!", reminds Michi.

"U.A. students should always arrive ten minutes early!"

Other than in Middle School, Michi and Izuku didn't have their lockers beside each other, so she had to momentarily leave the boys before the three joined up again to enter their classroom.

When they entered the classroom and got to their seats they heard how their friends and classmates talked about how they were also recognized on their way to school and how cool it was.

"Morning.", greeted Aizawa-Sensei as he entered the classroom.

Like the good students they were they greeted back.

Tsu added how their teacher didn't have his bandage anymore and how happy she was for him.

"The old lady went overboard with her treatment.", said Aizawa-Sensei bored. "More importantly, we're having a special hero informatics class today."

A lot started to panic.

What would it be?

A quiz?

But what about?

"Code names. You'll be coming up with hero names."

The whole class celebrate this.

Finally something cool!

Aizawa-Sensei activated his quirk. 

His eyes turned red, scaring his students back into their seats.

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first-years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dies down by graduation."

"Adults are so selfish!", grumbled Mineta.

"So we'll have to prove ourselves once we get picked, huh?", asked Hagakure their teacher.

"That's right. And here are the totals for those with offers."

Aizawa-Sensei clicked a button on a remote and on the blackboard appeared the number of offers.

Michi, Shoto and Bakugo had offers over the 3000 line, while some got like 360 and the lowest was 14.

"In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these three this year."

"Gah, there's such a big difference!", bemoan Denki.

"Those pros don't know a good thing when they see one!", huffed Aoyama.

Meanwhile, Momo congratulated Shoto on his amazing offers, while he just said it was surely because of his father.

Ochaco shook Tenya before her with tears in her eyes since she had also some offers.

"Over 5000 offers, Michi got the jackpot!", mussed Mina.

"What jackpot?", said Michi with a dark cloud over her head. "I mean, yeah it's cool that so many Pro-Heroes want me and Ares, but it just makes it more difficult to find the right Pro-Hero to learn from."

"Well, if you say it like this...", agreed Mina.

"Midoriya, you didn't get any!", told Mineta, like Izuku didn't see it himself. "They're scared of you 'cause of the crazy way you were fighting."

Aizawa-Sensei spoke again: "Keeping these results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will all be participating in internships with pros."

"Internships?", repeat Izuku surprised.

"Yeah. At USJ, you already got to experience combat with real villains, but it will still be meaningful training for you to see pros at work firsthand."

"That's why the codenames!", said Michi. "Any hero needs his own unique name!"

"Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!", agreed Ochaco.

"Well, those hero names are still temporary, but if you're not serious about it-"

"You'll have hell to pay later!", interrupted him Midnight. She walked into the classroom with swaying hips and confidence. "Because a lot of hero names used by students become recognized by society, and they end up becoming professional hero names!"

"Well, that's how it is. So Midnight will be making sure your names are okay. I can't do stuff like that.", declared their teacher and got his sleeping bag out. " When you give yourself a name, you get a more concrete image of what you want to be like in the future, and you can get closer to it. This is what it means when they say, "Names and natures do often agree. Like "All Might," for example."

Sturdy paper was handed out to the teenager.

Michi stared at her paper and felt how Ares was also awake for this.

"Are we going with the one we thought about?", he whispered to her.

The girl nodded.

They had decided on her hero name a long time ago, so she wrote it beautifully down.

After a few minutes, Aizawa-Sensei had fallen asleep, Midnight called into the class to present their names starting with those who were ready.

Some panicked, others got excited.

The first who got up to the front was Aoyama.

"Here I go "Shining Hero: 'I can not stop twinkling'"! Which means, you can't stop my sparkles!"

It's a sentence! thought most of the class in disbelief.

"It'll be easier to use if you take out the "I" and shorten the "can not" to "can't.", advised Midnight.

"You're right, mademoiselle."

Nearly anyone shouted: "It's okay?"

"Anyway, choose one language and stick to it!", added Michi.

"Then, I'll go next.", sang Mina happily. "Hero name, "Alien Queen"!"

"Are you trying for the thing with acidic blood? I wouldn't if I were you!", shouted Midnight.

Defeated Mina got back to her seat.

Idiot! Since the first ones were weird, it feels like we're supposed to make them funny now! 

Then Tsu raised her hand and asked if she could go.

"I've had this in mind ever since I was in elementary school. "Rainy Season Hero: Froppy""

"That's so cute! It seems friendly.", praised Midnight. "I like it! It's a great example of a name that everyone will love! "

The class agreed full-heartedly and chorsed loud Froppy!

Then it was Kirishima's turn who pay homage to the Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot.

His name is Red Roit.

Kyoka called herself the: "Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack!

Shoji chooses "Tentacle Hero: Tentacole".

Sero was simple and nice: Taping Hero: Cellophane.

Ojiro took Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.

Then Michi stepped forward.

"That's a name Ares and I brainstormed. The Warrior Hero: Atheres. A mix between Athena, the Goddes of War and Ares, the God of War. It also shows how only when Ares and I are together are we strong."

"What a nice-sounding name and meaning behind it! Good job, Michi and Ares!", praised Midnight.

Then it got fast after Michi.

Pinky was Mina.

Denki took Chargebolt.

Hagakure could only be Invisible Girl.

Momo came up with Creati.

And Shoto...with Shoto?

Erm, what?

But it was okay.

Tokoyami named hismelf after Tsukuyomi.

The little perv Mineta named himself Grape Juice.

The sweet Koji had chosen Anima.

And then it was Bakugo's turn.

"King Explosion Murder.", he yelled into the class.

All stared at him.

"You probably shouldn't use something like that.", advised Midnight.

"Why not?!"

"You should be "Explosion Boy"!", called Kirishima with a smirk.

The two boys squabbled, while Ochaco presented her name: Uravity.

"Sounds stylish!", mussed Midnight. "Choosing hero names is going more smoothly than I thought it would! All that's left is Bakugo, who needs to rethink his, and Iida. And Midoriya, right?"

Strangely Tenya took also his first name.

Michi had a bad feeling about this.

She didn't know why, but the look in her friend's eyes made her worry.

"Midoriya, are you ready?", asked Midnight.

"Y-Yes! It's gotta be this."

All stared at the name he wrote.

Deku?

Really?

Only Michi and Ochaco looked at each other and pointed at the other.

"Midoriya? Are you really okay with that?", wondered Denki.

"You might be called that forever, you know.", warned Kirishima.

"Yeah. I didn't like this name until now. But someone changed the meaning of it and someone important to me gave it their blessing, and that had a huge impact on me. It made me really happy. This is my hero's name! "

Ochaco held a paper up so Michi could only see it: Someone important gave their blessing?! If it weren't for you he wouldn't take my silly nickname as hero name. IzuChi is sailing!

Michi just made a face and held her own paper up: Don't give us a shipname, please! We are not an Anime!

Yeah, it's more of a fanfic.

What?

What?

Meanwhile, Bakugo got to the front to show his second idea for his hero's name.

"Lord Explosion Murder!"

"No, that's still no good.", said Midnight done.

Since it was impossible that Bakugo would find a name today which was suitable they continued on.

Aizawa-Sensei got out of his sleeping bag and explained: "Now that everyone's decided on their hero names, we'll go back to talking about the internships. They will last for a week. As for where you'll have them, those who had offers from pros will be given your own lists, so you can choose from those yourself. Those who didn't have offers will choose from among forty agencies around the country that will be accepting our interns. They all work in different places and have different specialities."

"For example, Thirteen would be focused on rescues from accidents and disasters more than fighting villains.", gave Midnight an example.

They hand out the offers to the students.

"Think carefully before you choose."

"Yes, sir!"

"Turn in your choices before the weekend."

"We've only got two days?! "

"Make your decision efficiently. Dismissed."

/*/

It was now Lunch Time and the teens could take a better look at their offers.

Michi's left eye twitched as she saw all the names.

How the heck should she choose from?!

"Okay, I will mark the Pro Hero I like and the Pro-Hero I could learn from.", she mumbled to herself and Ares.

"Can I participate too?", asked the ribbon.

"Sure, you will be the blue marker."

She took out three markers and the two began to highlight the Pro-Heros in the colours of the category they had decided on earlier.

They both were so deep in thought, that they didn't hear how the others made their own decisions.

That's when they read a Pro-Hero Name on the list, which made them both wide-eyed.

"What the?", mumbled Ares.

"What could possible HE want from us?!", wondered Michi.

This offer was fishy...but also tempting.

She marked it.

If Ares could frown he would.

"I hope you know what you do..."

"I'm just thinking and curious nothing more..."

/*/

The rainy day ended with a beautiful sunset as Izuku, Michi and Ochaco made their way towards the station.

Tenya had already left.

Izuku suspected their friend had already chosen an agency and was off to bring the document to Aizawa.

Also after All Might weird appearance, Izuku told the girls how he got a nomination.

When Ochaco left them, Izuku explained silently to Michi how this Gran Torino was on old allie of All Might and knew about One For All.

This was good maybe he could help Izuku to master the Quirk.

As they two had to part ways, Michi felt a cold breeze playing with her hair.

Shuddering she looked around but there was nothing.

"What is it whirlwind?", wanted Ares to know.

"It's strange...I have a feeling...this is the beginning of something, but of what...I'm not sure...or if it's good."

[pin-crusher2000]

Earth 66

1) What are the Young Titans and New YJ’s own worst nightmares?

2) Building in Question 1, how do they cope with that night terror and try going back to bed, that’s if they can and have to stay up all night?

3) If Robin!Jake was sick and couldn’t patrol that night but Mar’i was away at Tamaran for that night, would Chris and/or Jon take over as Robin for him?

4) Did Jon’s pet dog Ranger ever go on adventures with his owner/friend the way Krypto does with Conner and Chris?

5) speaking of whom, how does Ranger get along with the rest of Jon’s team?

Good questions @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 :D

1:

Jake: seeing his family die, bludhaven being destroyed, Robert turning evil.

Mar’i: boyfriend Chris dying, seeing herself & mom getting (ahem) “physical” by others, love one’s dying.

Robert: seeing his dads car on fire, with him & his half-sister coming out of the wreck zombified & buring

Irey: seeing her family get killed by Zoom by being too slow.

Jai: seeing the error screen when playing games XD kidding (sort of ;p) I say being powerless & slow watching his family zoom on by.

Lian: having a building crush on her

Cerdian: hmmm a say a group of whale hunters attacking him with harpoons (🤷🏻‍♂️)

Jon Kent: seeing the county he grew up in destroyed, his favorite tree getting set on fire, family dying, & Damian turning into a evil vampire.

Damian: being told by his family that he is worthless

Hunter: seeing his family die, paradise island being destroyed, seeing his mom hurt & chained up by Ares.

Arthur: being hunted down by a demonic Black Manta (who in my universe is a crazy guy who sees everybody as Aquaman, yes everybody XD)

Connor: being replaced by a taller dark skin version of him (get it? No ok XD) I say getting shot at by hundreds of arrows while stuck on those target “signs”

Hector: seeing his parents die in combat or his dad killing his mom.

2: usually telling themselves it’s ok, it’s not gonna happened just a dream; maybe sneaking into their parents/siblings (if they got any) room to sleep with them.

3: sure hmmmmm I say Jon since him & Jake almost look alike, maybe Chris can use his dark powers to make his hair black. Jon & Chris would take pictures of themselves wearing a Robin outfit acting silly (making silly faces, putting their butts at the camera & doing anime poses) & show Jake to cheer him up for not going on patrol.

4: hmmmm yes & no, a bad guy who kidnaps dogs (not a dog catcher) & turns them into coats. Ranger was sadly one of these dogs who got kidnapped after Jon let ranger out to go to the bathroom, but thankfully Jon, as Superboy, tracked down the “Dog Stealer” & stops him & frees ranger & the other dogs.

5: pretty good, he loves sniffing the teams butts especially Arthur’s cause it smells like fish XD (kidding)

Jokes aside Ranger loves Jon’s team.

Note: in my universe Tamaran is gone like Krypton (cause I’m not really a diehard StarFire fan knowing every lore detail) so Kory & her sister are “The Last Daughters of Tamaran” to make things interesting.

Ranger doesn’t really exist in my universe, his role is replaced by Krypto, who is smart enough to act like a normal dog when Jon is growing up before his powers kicked in. (Not hate for ranger, I feel like he ain’t that important, we only saw him in like two different books)

Thanks for the questions! Let me know if you got more! :D

[overlyimmersed]

Happy Birthday Helbram!

Helbram is my favorite character. I love him to hell and back, so I'm not super pleased with myself that I couldn't get a drawing done on time for him, I am working on it though! The best I can do this moment is an analysis post. So here's an in-depth-to-the-best-of-my-ability wing analysis!

Here's another post I've made talking about Helbram in regards to how his sanity effects his movements in battle -> 💖 And here's another wing analysis post, this one for Gloxinia -> 🦋 And one that's really not in-depth for Harlequin -> 👑

As an author's note, I am not an avid reader. Never have been. So, my primary source for any and all information I use - especially visual/design information - comes from the anime. Secondary sources include the Grand Cross mobile game and, of course, character wikis.

This is actually rather important to note in this particular case because there is a stark difference between the manga and the anime in how Helbram's wings are designed. It's also noteworthy to mention that the manga is actually inconsistent with how many wings Helbram has. Some frames have 4, some only have 2. So even if I knew the manga better, I'd still use the anime exclusively here simply because it's actually consistent about his design.

As far as I can tell, Helbram's wings are typical in position and spacing. They're in the middle of his upper back, and the bases of the lower set are right below the upper set. The lower set appear to be slightly more inward, closer to the spine, on his Grand Cross model, but that still falls within what should normal since the lower set is smaller. What's actually noteworthy about Helbram's wings are their resting position and their actual appearance.

Helbram appears to have moth-like wings.

They way the rest in a downward position, they base color and the fact that they're not transparent* are all reminiscent of a moth rather then a butterfly, dragonfly, or bee like most other fairies.

*Note that the opacity here is assumed rather than proven, as in the anime and in the grand cross models no one's wings are actually see-through. Though the models in other 3D media, like the Grudge of Edinburgh movie, do show most fairies having transparent wings. But of course Helbram isn't in that movie, so this can only be an assumption based on the base color and the general moth-ish-ness of the design.

The primary color is actually a very pale green, though it looks off white compared to the blue bands on the lower portion of each wing.

The Hex code for the primary color is E5EBE0 and is described by colorhexa.com as "light greyish green," and colorxs.com gives it the name "Acropolis." The lighter of the two bands is 89D7D3, which colorhexa.com describes as "slightly desaturated cyan." colorxs.com calls it Blue Green Pastel*. And yes, the asterisk is part of the name, I don't know why. The darker band is 4196A9, described by colorhexa.com as "dark moderate cyan" and called Blue (Munsell)* by colorxs.com.

So the bands are cyan rather than blue.

Helbram also moves him wings in an up-and-down kind of motion when he moves them at all, rather than the in-and-out, fluttery, motion that other fairies typically have.

This was...actually really hard to conclude with any degree of certainty XD. What I had to do was watch previews of his skills in Grand Cross, specifically using the AR feature it has for some reason, so I could get this weird angle on his model while it was moving...it was a nightmare.

So Helbram has both the most typical and the most unusual wings of the ones I've analyzed so far. I wish I had more to say, really, but since their size and position are so...exactly how they should be, all I can really pick apart is the appearance. I think they're lovely! :) I do really like his wings.

And now, just to fluff this out a little :p I'm going to add every drawing of Helbram to date! Plus an outfit I designed but haven't actually drawn him in yet.

[myprophecy]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ again & again & again & again. do it again! do it again!

pairing: will solace x child of aphrodite

warning: pining, cursing.

synopsis: a messy healer is in love with the perfect child of aphrodite. of course, he doesn't stand a chance. . .or does he?

a/n: i don't know how to write kissing scenes ahhh!!

YOU WERE way out of wills league. of course, the boy wasn't delusional. he knew he was nothing compared to you, an aphrodite kid.

his blonde curls were always in a messy bun, for he had no time to take care of himself working in the infirmary, while your hair was always looked after. styled perfectly, not a single hair out of place.

you had an amazing style, your statements leaving him red cheeked and shy. on the other hand, he threw on whatever he saw first and then covered his atrocity of an outfit with his huge doctor coat.

and the list can go on.

in conclusion, will was a mess. you were perfection.

yet, he couldn't help but love you, even though he knew it would get him nowhere in the end.

surprisingly, it was a slow sunday morning in the infirmary. will and few of his siblings were chatting softly, chuckling here and there.

they paused their conversation when they heard the creaking of the door opening, before will was able to turn around and look at who had came in, he saw kayla smiling wickedly.

"i need you guys to help me restock the back, come on." she said, gesturing for the other apollo kids to follow her.

wills eye twitched. 'of course those fuckers make me do all the work-' his thoughts were cut short by your shy smile and small wave.

"good morning. i am so, so sorry for the ungodly hour." you apologised, fidgeting with one of your many rings.

will blinked, cheeks red and lips slightly parted.

"you see, i was sword fighting and an ares kid accidentally cut my arm," you gestured to a rather deep cut on you bicep. "is there. . .um," you cleared your throat awkwardly as will continued looking like a deer in headlights. "is there anyway i can get it healed? i understand if its too early to use your healing powers-"

"o-of course!" the tired blonde cut you off, "its never too early to heal a fellow camper, duty calls!" he offered a nervous smile, guiding you to an infirmary bed.

'i am going to kill kayla after this.' he thought.

it was awkward. extremely awkward. will tried to make small talk two or three times, yet the words wouldn't leave his mouth.

as the tired healer bandaged you up, you suddenly asked a question.

"have i done something wrong?"

will raised his head from your injury, tilting his head slightly, silently asking you to elaborate.

". . .you are normally so friendly and talkative, but whenever im near you just. . .stop." you started, voice soft as you ran a hand through your hair. "have i done something wrong?"

"y/n. . ."

"i really want to be your friend, will." you cut him off, "you are so amazing and beautiful and kind. . .i just want to be close to you." you rambled, oblivious to the effect your words had on the son of apollo. "so, tell me. have i done something wrong?" you repeated once more, your eyes meeting his.

will looked speechless, hesitantly placing his warm palm on your cheek. "y/n, you've done nothing wrong." he gave you that small, charming smile you could die for. ". . .i'm just. . ." the blue eyed boy sighed, placing his other palm on your free cheek, now completely cupping your face.

"you're just what?"

will took a deep breath,

"im just shy. you are so. . .perfect, y/n. every time i see you, my brain becomes mush and my mouth dries up." he confessed quietly, cheeks red as he looked away.

"you are so beautiful both inside and out i can't help but-" the blonde was cut off by you placing a finger on his lips, biting your bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.

"william andrew solace, you are a fucking moron."

"oh, please!-"

he was once more silenced as you leaned in and pressed your soft lips on his.

maybe, he would let you win. just this once.

[sweetmusingss]

Renee clinked her glass against yours, flushing again from your compliment. "Cheers to the hottest singer in the world being right next to me and having a drink with me," she said, having to compliment you too. She wasn't going to spend time with you and not shower you with compliments when she was basically obsessed with you. "I spent way too much time on social media watching videos of your tour, by the way. You are so talented and you're so captivating. I wish I could have ran away from my responsibilities here to go see you. I am dying to see one of your shows," she smiled softly, taking a sip of her drink. "And if you're looking for a pillow, I have two ready for you," she flirted with you, gesturing to her chest. Of course she could not have a normal conversation with you without reminding you that she had great boobs. "This whole thing has been so wild but also the coolest thing ever. I am pretty tired myself but I am just trying to take it all in and enjoy the moment," she said, loving that the two of you could relate to each other in so many ways, including having hectic careers.

“It’s nice to know the Renee Rapp is my biggest fan.” I smile up at her, giggling, knowing she probably did watch a bunch of my videos and cheered me on even from across the country. She was just one of those friends, forever supportive even from afar. I flush when she tells me she has two pillows for me, throwing my head back with a laugh. “You don’t need to remind me about those. They’re fucking great. I may just take you up on that offer and take a little nap before the big after party everyone is talking about.” I squeeze her hand as she talks about being tired, knowing promoting a movie was exhausting with the never ending press and media circus. “Well, you’re doing an amazing job. I bet your publicist is really loving you doing all these interviews.” I had just watched an interview where Renee went off about some bus driver, knowing she always spoke from her heart and whatever was in her mind, it being great for viewers but not great for her over all image. But I fucking loved it and I hoped she kept it up. “I’m so excited to see the movie though. I bet you killed it.”

__

"I don't have to worry about it because I am pretty sure if he sees me again, he's going to file a restraining order or just glare at me and I will run away," I say, trying to laugh it off but it bothered me slightly. I was such a people pleaser and it sucked to know that someone who came here so much did not like me. "I will make sure to pay more attention to my surroundings from now on, that's for sure. I have to go get ready for my next class but I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we can have some lunch," I smile warmly at him. I went right back to work, feeling pretty exhausted and craving an iced coffee more than ever but I was trying to be smart with my finances until I had more saved up. Living in New York was a dream come true for me but my rent was steep. I went home after being exhausted from a long day, stepping into the elevator of my apartment building. I noticed someone else was already in there and I swallowed hard when realizing it was you. I immediately went to the other side of the elevator, incredibly intimidated by you. I didn't know if you lived here too or if you were just visiting someone but I was too scared to ask.

Seb’s day really didn’t get any better. After the gym incident, he went to work and that was a shit show, he had just hired some new people at the bar he owned and they were shaping up to be pretty useless. Seb just couldn’t wait to get home and sit down with a cold beer and end this day. He had just gotten into the elevator, letting out a relieved sigh as the doors started to close but it quickly died in his throat when the doors opened again, someone obviously having pressed the button. His eyes widen when he sees you, the same girl from the gym, only really recognizing you because of the hot pink outfit and the pretty blonde hair. “Are you following me to make up for the spilled smoothie? It’s not that big a deal, you know… no need for stalking.”

[l1m3g0r3]

wow goofy doodles for my fnaf ar au

So basically I made this fnaf ar a while back and decided to pick it up again. It mostly focuses on Fnaf AR but does have a few others like the Blacklights in it. I did make an ask blog for it but asks will be open when I get more character info on there. So i doodled the BB skins, minus Blacklight BB. If they had ages they’d probably be in their teens while Frostbite would probably be 12-11 or something. This is just generally explaining them btw

-Frostbite-

He looks mean but is actually really nice. I don’t have much for doodles here of him, despite me drawing him a lot. I remade his design to my regular Frostbite design because it looks way better. He can melt in extreme heat, therefore stays away from the summer event and Jack Os. He drags his ice balloon thing because he can hardly hold it up for more than a few seconds. Makes for a good weapon though. He is more protective of the ones he cares about and ones he finds innocent. He loves peppermints, and Christmas is his favorite holiday. The bell on the end of his scarf jingles, making it easier to locate him in the winter wonderland area with constant snowfall. Rumor has it if he’s found by a mountain or big hill an avalanche is due to come from there. He would probably be the youngest out of the 3 BB skins. He likes mostly everyone equally, but hates Flaming and Jetpack, Swamp, Chocolate, and his own event are who he’s closest to.

-Swamp-

I did edit his design a little after the main set of doodles so that’s where the mini drawing comes from. The Haunted Forest event isn’t a true event, but rather 3 animatronics banding together calling it an event. He used to be a toxic wasteland animatronic before getting tired of Radioactive and Toxic and running off into the forest. He decided to stay by the swampy area and because of his strange chemical, moss and gunk grew on him rather fast. Now he just nicknamed himself Swamp to have no connection to his previous event. He tries to explain that Boulder and Woodland are real, but the two instinctively freeze up into a pose or flee when one is nearby. He just managed to get past that by looking dead half the time and kinda becoming a part of the place. The three of them are buddies. He would probably be the oldest out of the 3 BB skins. He thinks Jetpack is cool and is closest with Frostbite.

-Jetpack-

Oh boyyy Jetpack. He thinks his own event is alright, likes Clockwork more than Aeronaut. He loves flying and ended up making the jetpack and parts of his outfit by himself. He is rather intelligent when it comes to building things. He likes clockwork and steampunk type things, but also loves neon type things after being introduced to it by the Blacklights. He can see fine now but for a while he was half blinded, but he managed to fix his eye. The eyeball itself remains damaged but he can still see. This happened with a malfunction in his code and crashed down into the Haunted Forest (which he always found neat to fly over with all the trees). Swamp noticed him crashed down and did help him recover for a while until Jetpack became conscious again. He is grateful for Swamp, thinks Frostbite is cool, and is closest with Blacklight BB. The two show off what they do since they are interested in each others theme/purpose. Depending how big/heavy the animatronic is, he does do free jetpack rides. But it’s rather rare and normally for the other BB’s since they are the only ones with a similar body type. He would probably be in the middle out of the 3 BB skins.

[rebelwrites]

Hot Shot Driver

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Requested any Anon: can i request for charles: being a famous actress and going on a date with him and the paparazzi catch them and the fans are in love with the idea of them toghether? ly💖

Summary: An actress and a F1 driver turns out to be a match made in heaven

A/N: once again google translate has been used. If you want tagging in any fics for Charles let me know. As always feedback is appreciated and so are reblogs 🖤

Looking around your room, you couldn’t help but laugh. It looked like a bomb had gone off all because you wanted your outfit to be perfect. It wasn’t very often you went on dates, being a successful actress it was hard but the moment you and Charles met at a F1 gala there was an instant connection.

It felt like you have known him your entire life, conversation came easy with him and whenever you were together nothing else mattered. Neither of you were out off by each other’s hectic schedules so when he asked you out on date you leaped at the opportunity.

Hearing the knock on your hotel room door a smile tugged onto your lips as you glanced in the mirror on final time. The red floral dress was both sexy and cute. It stopped just above the knee and was light enough for the warm summer nights in Monaco. But it also left something to the imagination with the deep v-neck, obviously the push up bra was the go to, accentuating your cleavage.

Wrapping your fingers around the door handle, you grabbed your bag before pulling the key card out of the slot on the wall letting the room darken. Letting out a shaky breath you quickly compose yourself before pulling the door open.

The sight that laid before you was ultimately breathtaking. The tight white dress shirt hugged Charles’ body perfectly and you knew that the trousers would make his ass look even better.

You couldn’t help pulling your bottom lip between your teeth

“Wow, you look phenomenal.” Charles breathed, letting his eyes roam over your body leaving a trail of fire in its path. You couldn’t help but smirk how his gaze lingered on your chest.

Reaching up you rested your fingers under his chin, pushing his head up.

“My eyes are up here.” You giggled, getting lost in his eyes.

“Are you trying to put me in an early grave?” He purred, as his hand found his way to your hip. Everything with him felt one hundred percent right. “Especially wearing red.”

“Maybe.” You flirted.

“Come on, trouble.” He smirked, guiding you away from your hotel room.

The moment you stepped outside of the hotel you were met with a sea of flashing lights. Apparently word gets out quick that a successful young actress and a talented formula one driver were dating. A laugh escaped your lips as you both rushed over to Charles’ Ferrari 488 Pista Spider.

Just as you expected he was a true gentleman, helping you into the Ferrari before making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

His fingers linked with yours pulling your knuckles to his lips, placing tender kisses across your skin, throwing you a wink before starting the car.

-

The following morning nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you sat on the balcony of your hotel room. Normally you weren’t a morning person even when you had to be up early for filming but something was different this morning, especially as you ran your fingers over the red Ferrari shirt and all access passes. The fact Charles wanted you outside for the race made your heart swell.

Quickly you did a sneaky boomerang of the items laid on the table, posting it onto Instagram before you scrolled a little bit.

As expected the news of you and Charles was travelling quickly and its fans were going crazy, running with all sorts of theories but ninety percent of them were routing for you two as a couple, wanting more answers.

Smirking to yourself you glanced over your shoulder watching the man in question sleeping peacefully in your bed, his hair all ruffled from sleeping and in that moment you knew he was the one.

After around ten minutes you heard Charles stir before feeling his arms wrap around your shoulders.

“How come you woke up so early, though you hate early mornings.” He teased, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“Yeah well I kinda have to go see this hotshot formula one drive race today.” You smirked, leaning into his touch.

“Oh yeah.” He hummed against your skin. “I’m sure he will be thrilled to have you cheering him on.”

“Oh by the way all our fans are going crazy.” You giggled, lifting your phone up showing him the screen. “Seems news travels fast.”

Silently he pulled his phone out, snapping a picture of the two of you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, it was evident there was something bubbling away between the two of you. Seconds before he hit the button to take the photon you pressed your lips against his cheek, hearing the familiar sound of the camera going off. Smirking at the picture, you knew this would send the fans crazy especially with Charles’ obvious morning hair.

“That should give them something to talk about.” He smirked, hitting post with the caption of “Mornings never looked so good. Race day with this one by my side, it’s going to be a good one.”

“Now come on, we have a race to get to. I’ve heard some hotshot driver is going to bring home the podium today. He winked walking back into the hotel room.

“Oh he better, otherwise I’m going to start rooting for another team.” You joked, winking at him as you entered the room.

“Never going to happen, amoureuse.” Sweetheart.

[daenysx]

hello! this is based on a request from @thehumanistsdiary. thank you for being so sweet, i hope you like this. requests are open!!

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worried

aemond targaryen reacting his wife overwork herself with a sword.

you love being married to someone like aemond targaryen, he always supports you to do whatever you want. if it were someone else, they wouldn't possibly want their wives to train with sword, but aemond loves seeing you with a sword, your hair full of braids. you mostly use sword training as a way of relieving stress. life at court is not easy, almost every day you have someone who makes you angry, mostly because of stupid comments about your life or your husband.

today, you need to spend your time having tea with the ladies at court. it would not be your first choice, but as the wife of the prince you should attend to these gatherings. at first everything was normal with kind words and sweet smiles, but then the moment you leave the table you hear one of the ladies talk about your husband. it is more like a loud whisper actually, only meant for her best friend who sits next to her. she says how handsome, wise, and kind prince aemond is, if only he had both eyes she would definitely try to convince her father to make arrangement for her to marry him. you get frustrated, all you desire is to go back and shut her up, make some snarky comment and completely stop her from ever mentioning your husband's name. however, you cannot do this, it will only draw attention and you shouldn't be cross with important people which are related to these ladies. aemond tries to unite people with all those council meetings, you don't want to endanger your husband's plans.

you are close to door, you decide to leave. in your chambers you quickly change your clothes to your usual training outfit, your hair is already braided. you leave your chambers with quick steps for your sword training. it's only you this time, you are simply practicing and normally this wouldn't feel like a difficult thing to do, but you are really angry, you spend more effort and breath. your legs are shaking from moving, you still keep going. you spend minutes with sword, only trying to release all your anger. you don't even realize your husband who is approaching to you with worried eyes. aemond says your name but you don't hear him, you continue your movements. he comes to you and makes you throw your sword away with a skillful movement. you gasp, finally realizing what you're doing, aemond is there to hold you. his arms are around you, try to help your balance because you're literally shaking.

"is there any reason you overwork yourself like this, my love?" you look at him with wide eyes.

"of course there is, my prince. i was only trying to stop myself from doing something stupid."

"stupid? what happened, did someone say something?"

"well, just a lady actually. i do not wish to talk about it with you."

"if there is something you do not wish to tell me, i will not insist. however, i cannot let you hurt yourself just because you get angry with some woman."

"you literally do it all the time, my prince, get angry with someone and spend hours with a sword."

"not the same thing, you are still shaking, i will not see my wife hurt herself with a dangerous weapon. you can cut yourself being so careless."

you stop arguing with him, you know he's right. you step away from aemond, and hug him again, this time your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist, bring his lips to your hair. he helps you sit on the ground with him, doesn't care about anything, he only wants you to breath steadily and stop shaking. he pulls you to his lap, you try to calm down and look at him. that lady was right only with the first part of her sentence; aemond is extremely charming, wise and brave. you feel your jealousy in your veins, you don't want any other woman to feel like you about him. still, you cannot prevent this. you hold him, bury your nose to his neck.

"you know, there are ladies at court who thinks you're handsome and kind." your voice sounds like sad little girl who doesn't want to share him.

"well, i might appreciate compliments, but there is only one lady in this court for me. i just wish her to think of me as handsome and kind. a princess actually. a princess who tries to use her sword the moment she hears a comment about her husband. i might admit though, this is quite impressive."

you sit on his lap in a more comfortable position, kissing his lips with all those passion and tiredness. he kisses you back holding your face between his hands.

"you like me being jealous of you, husband?"

"i like you calling me husband quite more, to be honest."

"it was hard not to say anything in return, i'm sorry if i worried you."

"it's fine my love, i would be more upset if you accidentally hurt yourself."

you have your arms around his neck once more, your fingers in his hair. you feel extremely tired now but the shaking is gone. your husband helps you stand up, holds your hand and leads you to your shared chambers.

"now, it would please me to help you release this tension of yours with more effective ways, my sweet wife."

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 2)

Masterlist

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Jay & Will Halstead x Female Sister!OC.

Warnings: None

I got up the next morning to find an additional blanket covering and a note from Henry stating that he had to get to work but I could hang around as long as I wanted. Seeing that I slept through my own alarm, I was in a rush to find my car keys and head into the office. 

“Damn it.” I groaned when I realized my keys were in his jacket pocket. Lucky for me he left his number on the note and I dialed quickly. 

“Voight.” He answered. 

“Good Morning Henry.” I greeted. 

“Morning Lottie. Didn’t think you’d call this early.” He laughed. 

“Normally I’d like to give a little chase but I realized something. You wearing that sexy leather jacket of yours?” I smirked. 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Are my car keys in your pocket?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He replied with a jingle of my keychain. 

“Any chance I could get those back today? I can uber to my office but my purse is in my car.” I requested. 

“How about I do you one better? Text me your work address and I’ll bring your car to you. I’ll even take you to lunch.” He compromised. 

“You drive a hard bargain. Fine, but you’re not getting your sweats back just yet. I can’t exactly go to work in yesterdays outfit.” I laughed. 

“See you soon beautiful, I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” 

“Fine. Bye Henry.” 

“Bye sweetheart.” 

A sprint to the office later, I was engrossed in my emails before my assistant knocked on my door. 

“There’s someone here to see you. He’s driving your car?” She said confused. 

I looked out into the lobby to see Henry looking at the walls of our past projects. 

“Perfect. I’m going to take lunch.” I told her before gathering my phone. 

“With that daddy in the lobby? Lucky you.” She laughed and propped my door open for me. 

Walking into the lobby, I surprised him by lowering my lips to the back of his ear. 

“Boo.” I whispered. 

He turned around suddenly with a smirk on his face. 

“You hid your keys in my pocket to see me again?” 

“Hardly. I was hoping to steal this jacket.” I laughed, reaching out to touch the front of the garment and ultimately running my hands down his chest. 

“Good luck with that sweetheart. Let’s get food.” He said and grabbed my hand. 

We got lunch at this cute diner that had the absolute best BLTs and milkshakes. 

“Does this count as date 2?” I joked. 

“Was last night date 1?” He smirked. 

“It could be.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my milkshake. 

“Easy there honey, you don’t want to get involved with someone like me.” 

“Try me baby. I’m always up for a challenge.” I flirted. 

After lunch, I convinced Henry to extend his leave from work and walk around the park. I may have played the I’m cold card so I was gripping onto his bicep as we walked. 

“I’ve got to get back to work sweetheart.” He sighed. 

“Can’t I convince you not to?” I asked, widening my eyes as much as possible and giving him my best puppy dog impersonation. Removing my arm from around his, I returned my hands to his chest. 

“Pretty please?” I asked. 

“As much as I’d love to, my teams expecting me back.” He grunted with a kiss to my forehead and pulled me back to the car. 

I let him drive back to wherever he needed to be and sat back, looking at his profile. 

“What are you looking at?” He asked, noticing me staring. 

“Just you handsome. So when do I get to see you again?” I asked hopefully. 

He chuckled at my determination. 

“My jobs is pretty unpredictable and I work late a lot of the time. The best I can offer you right now is I’ll call you when I’m free.” He explained. 

“I’ll take that. What do you do?” 

“I’m a cop.” He replied. 

I wanted to ask him if he knew Jay but before I got the chance, he had parked and got out. Unbuckling myself to get in the drivers seat, I went to open my door and saw Henry waiting for me. 

“Do I get a goodbye kiss?” I inquired. All I was met with is a smirk. 

“That’s for date 3. You do get a hug though.” He compromised. 

I gratefully stepped into his embrace and wrapped my arms around his waist, tucking my face into his neck. 

“See you soon?” 

“See you soon beautiful.” 

I retired to my home after dropping Henry off and was met with my older brother asleep on my couch. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked, kicking Will in the shin. 

“Nat and I got into an argument on shift today, figured I’d come and catch a nap before asking you if you wanted to grab dinner tonight.” He shrugged. 

“I’m down. There’s a blackhawks game tonight right? Do you wanna go?” I asked him. 

“Of course but no way we can get tickets this late.” 

“You underestimate me brother! My company has 4 season passes. Say we leave around 5?” I suggested. 

“Um, yes! Can we invite Jay?” Will asked excitedly. 

“Yeah just give him a call and let me know if he’s going to be coming or not.” I instructed before retreating to my room. 

Across town, Jay received a frantic call from his brother. 

“Yes Will?” Jay groaned as he answered the phone. 

“Blackhawks game with me and Charlie tonight, are you in?” Will spitted out in a hurry. 

He was racing back to his place to grab clothes for the game tonight. 

“How the hell did you get tickets?” Jay asked. 

“Charlie’s company has season passes man and they’re probably really good seats. Are you in or not?” 

Jay contemplated this, not really wanting to spend the evening with his siblings but also not wanting to turn down hockey tickets. 

“Fine.” He huffed. 

“Cut the attitude man. Meet Charlie and I at her apartment as soon as you get off shift! We’re leaving around 5.” Will instructed before hurriedly hanging up the phone and sending a text off to Charlie that Jay was in. 

A few outfit changes later, Will and I were in my kitchen pre gaming for the night ahead when Jay entered the elevator into the apartment. 

“You want a shot?” Will offered, downing one himself while I made a sandwich. You can’t start drinking on an empty stomach.

“I’m good.” Jay declined as he scanned my place. 

“You guys wanna head out?” I asked, grabbing my clutch and a jacket with my brother following me in tow. 

The ride to the stadium was quiet, mostly Will and I chatting while Jay sat in the backseat brooding. 

“Why does your car smell like that?” Will asked me. 

“I got lunch with a friend earlier, guess his cologne was strong today.” I shrugged. 

I wanted to ask Jay if he knew Henry but before I could, we arrived at the stadium and the valet was ready to take my car. 

“You can valet here?” Jay asked confused. 

“Not usually, but it’s a part of the season pass.” I shrugged, handing them the landyards and making our way to security. 

Walking to our seats, Will was flipping out that they were rink side. 

“What the actual fuck is my life right now?” Will asked in awe as he admired the ice and we were handed an ipad to start ordering. 

“What do you guys want to eat or drink?” I asked, perusing the selections.

“Beer please.” Jay asked, his eyes never really leaving the ice either. 

I ordered whatever looked good and soon enough the food and drinks were brought over by an attendant.

“This is so cool. Thanks Charlie.” Will raved, giving me a kiss on my head. 

“You’re welcome! Enjoy you two.” I smiled. 

By the end of the 4th quarter, Jay and Will were pretty drunk off their asses and having the time of their lives. I had switched to soda before half time when they both were downing their fifth beer. Those idiots even got the other drunks guys in the section to start cheering with them. 

“You two have a fun night?”  I asked as we made our way back to my place. Both were too drunk to drive and decided crashing at mine was the best option. 

“Yeah, thanks sis.” Will told me with a hug before retreating to a spare bedroom. 

Jay looked a little out of place as I grabbed his attention and lead him to another spare room. 

“You sleep that off okay Jay?” I asked, helping him get settled. 

“Will do. Oh, Charlie?” He said as I was about to head out. 

“Yeah?” I asked, giving him my full attention. 

“Thank you for tonight, I had a great time with you two.” He confessed. 

I couldn’t help the smile that breached my face at the thought of my older brother actually liking me. 

“You’re welcome. Sleep tight Jay Bird. "

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Skybound 7-8



Okay by why is Dareth out of everyone helping Nya, Cole, and Lloyd save Jay

Are Kevin and Dan self inserts-

Lloyd: who are they? Retrieval experts?

Dareth: better! Screenwriters.

I also saw these two random dudes in the jail and they were given lines and everything istg these are self inserts 💀

Also theyre voices sound abnormally normal

Everyone else in the show has a sort of distinctive or exaggerated voice

Not to mention how normal their outfits are. something I would actually wear in real life.

These are just some guys

The plan to recreate the sky pirates airship to blend in is actually a good idea

Lloyd: Ar! Yee.. matey, we be be, becoming pirates!

Dan and kevin:…

Kevin: okaaay thinking on the fly, the green one wont do dialects.

Dan: the mute pirate!

The dialect teacher: (teaching Cole and Nya)

Lloyd: (following their movement and swaying but not saying anything with a smile on his face)

I bet Lloyd loved pirates when he was little

This must be so fun for him :)

The airjitzu master after nadakhan stole him and his temple: This is me and my pupils home! You cant take it!

Nadakhan: And get rid of those peaky ghosts as well 🙄 theyre so last season

HDNSIFNSNR

The way Nya and Cole are hoping Jays okay 🥺

COLE FOUND JAY!!! WHAT I DONT REMEMBER THIS HAPPENING?!?!?!?

Jay sounds so pained :(

God I really wish Ninjago had like, a cartoon style like she-ra or spiderverse. Coles helping Jay stand and Jays voice actor is doing such a good job in sounding in pain but this would hurt so much more if we could SEE it.

They apologized to each other 🥹

Clancy (looking away): now here are the rules you need to follow new crewmates!-

Lloyd: (trying his fucking best as the mute pirate to mime to Nya that her mustache is falling)

Nya: 🤨

Lloyd: your mustache…

Clancy: hey! I thought you were mute

Lloyd: its a fucking miracle!

Huh, okay. So not only can the ninja not summon their dragons if they’re fearful, but they cant if they’re too drained or exhausted.

That makes a lot of sense actually

I love when powers come hand in hand with like health and stuff

They all got captured 😐

I hate that Nyas alone with Nadakhan

Jay: Thanks for trying to save me but maybe it would’ve been better if you guys never came…

Damn.

God Nadakhans so creepy…

Cole: Nya! Dont do it! Itll make Nadakhan all powerful-

Nadakhan: The black one goes first.

ik Coles the black ninja but the poc Cole headcanon has made me double take and go “🤨” to a few lines

DID NYA JUST FLIP DOGSHANKS HFJNSJF Holy shit

If I had a nickel for everytime an ancient item could collect elemental masters powers, id have two nickels, which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice right?

STOP. MAKING. WISHES.

Lloyd: We have to be wiser for what we wish for!

Jay: NO. NOT WISER. QUIETER. NO. MORE. WISHES.

Coles getting his wishes twisted

Lloyds trying to think this through

And Nyas just wasting wishes💀

Like girl its not that hard to just NOT say ‘wish’

LLOYDS OLD?!?!?! 😭bfjdjfnfjsnt

Its so funny that the youngest became the oldest

Thats also scary though

Imagine the kid you swore to take care of turned 90 in a second

Lloyd: i see beyond the now..! Youll need your wish when its said from the heart

Love when age and wisdom gives you future vision

Jay: SAID FROM THE HEART?!?!? HEARTS DONT TALK!!!!

FUSION DRAGON!!!

How does that even work though

An electric and water dragon should be killing both Nya AND jay.

Wait so Cole and Lloyd used all their wishes. How is nadakhan gonna trap them in his sword now?

CLANCY NO DONT WISH THEM AWAY

Clancyyy :(

Nya riding the dragon while Jays sitting behind her is giving me movie Nya and her motorcycle vibes

so its just Nya and Jay now

And the whole police force I guess.

But what were they ever good for.

Oooooo a safe house

Wonder where it is.

Zanes dad’s lighthouse!!!

WAIT WAIT WAIT IK WHOS IN THERE

Jay: No no, let me row the boat, you saved me last time, let me do this for you :)

Awww thats sweet

Jay: Either way, a gentlemen NEVER lets a lady row.

Aaaand you ruined it.

Flintlockes getting reaaal suspicious of Nadakhan…

MUTINY! MUTINY! MUTINY!

that was kinda pathetic…

Jay: (venting his heart out about how this is all his fault)

Nya: Jay-

Jay: (continues venting)

Nya: JAY. Shut up. 😀

Jay: I know I know, you dont wanna hear it-

Nya: No- JAY. we’re not alone.

ECHOECHOECHOECHO

Jay: (cowering behind Nya)

Nya: I thought you were supposed to be protecting me?!?

Jay: I thought you were over that!

ECHO!!!!

Does anyone have any fic recs where Jay and Nya take echo with them????? Bc ik they leave with echo but we never see him again.

Clancy deserves better :(

Its actually kinda sweet how Jay wants to protect Nya

Little robot: (steals echos chess piece)

The seagulls: (trying to alert echo of what little robot just did)

Echo (looks back): Wait… How did you..?

Little robot: 🤷

Echos so cute 😭

I love Jay and Nya 🥺 theyre so sweet and it makes me genuinely like their relationship when they aren’t fighting

Nya fixed up Echo!!!

Nya: Its nothing… its just, both of you seem so convinced you have a future with me.

Nya: what voice do I have in all this? All my life , my identities been defined by someone else. First I was Kais sister, then I was your horrible girlfriend!

Nya: Even when I wanted to be Samurai X sensei told me no…

Nya: I just want the choice to be who I wanna be.

I feel so bad for her.

See THIS is why shes my favorite. I literally love her sm.

Her character is just so dynamic and well written

I really hope the ninjago writers dont tear down her characterization and make her bland in newer seasons

Fuck theyre here.

Nya: Lights, camera, ACTION! (flash-bombs nadakhans crew)

Dogshank: OW! You pulled my hair?!??! WHAT KIND OF WARRIOR PULLS HAIR???

Nya: One that is woefully undersized!!!

Jfjdjdbfhsjdnsjrn

Fuck this being about Jay. This is Nyas season.

Jay: Whatever you do! Dont pull that lever!

Doubloon: ? (looks at the lever) 😈 (pulls lever)

Jay (falls through escape trap door): Thanks! :D

GO ECHO GO

Aw echo :(

Nya: (pouring her heart out and confessing she’s always loved him and wants to protect him and for him to go through the travelers portal)

Jay: (goes for a kiss)

Nya: (fucking shoves him in the portal)

Nya. Girl. Ik this was like, an act of love. But if you marry the djinn, hes gonna be all powerful.

Like, its great that you believe Jay can save you later and stop the wedding. But you could have just left. If Jay got captured he’d still be able to make the ‘i wish you were never a djinn’ wish.

Nadakhans so creepy. I hate him and hope he dies.

[kyuuppi]

vegetable stew

Pairing: Kenma x Reader (f)

Contents: hurt/comfort; angst and fluff; body dysmorphia; eating disorder (negative thoughts, fat shaming, insecurity, mentions of starvation)

Word Count: 2.1k

Kenma has always been observant.

It was a large part of his success as a setter and even now his keen observational skills contribute to his career as a professional gamer. He tends to notice things others don’t and lately that means noticing how you’ve changed.

The more he thinks about it the more difficult it is to pinpoint the exact starting point of your behavior. Haven’t you always preferred baggy clothing?

He remembers the pretty blue sweater you used to treasure back in high school, wearing it every chance you got as soon as the weather report hinted at anything lower than 10°C. He loved that sweater too—not just because of the cute sweater paws it gave you or how it almost completely covered the shorts you wore beneath, offering an unobstructed view of your shapely thighs—but instead he relished in the way it seemed to make you feel. The confidence and joy in your expression was clear as day when you wore your favorite outfits and early on in your relationship he had quickly learned that somehow your happiness was synonymous to his own.

Hence Kenma’s current frustrations in seeing that spark of joy and self-confidence gradually diminishing in the past several weeks.

Although that particular sweater had long since left your wardrobe within the first few years of university, as well-loved and worn out as it was, the more recent favorites of yours have also seemed to have gone lately. It had been a while since you had worn the short yellow polka dot dress you had been so eager to show Kenma the first day you got back from the mall with your roommates. Every pair of shorts and colorful tennis skirts had also left your weekly rotation, leaving behind only dull sweatshirts with childhood cartoon characters and baggy joggers.

Objectively, Kenma hardly cared about what you wore. If fastening a potato sack around your form made you happy, Kenma wouldn’t bat an eye—the problem stemmed from the fact these clothes didn’t make you happy. Moreover, the bland clothing brought with them their own slew of behavioral changes.

You no longer wished to go out and you avoided taking pictures of yourself, your social media suffering from an obvious lack of cheeky selfies or “outfit of the day” posts as of late. However, the most concerning change of all was your refusal to eat.

Kenma had a habit of forgetting to eat himself. He rarely felt the mild twinges of hunger, his attention generally hyper-focused on something else whether it was a game, a video needing editing, or a class project he had pushed off for far too long. It was only when his own stomach growling would startle him or the hunger pains got unbearable that he would acknowledge the human requirement of sustenance (not that the instant ramen in his cabinets provided much nutrients anyhow).

You were much more in tune with your body and, unlike him, you looked forward to eating; scheduled your days around it, even.

Your mornings began with a balanced breakfast—a meal Kenma was rarely even awake in time for—followed by a generous lunch break in which you would intentionally put everything on pause. Regardless of how much work you had to do you always made time to put everything down and have a decent lunch. It was good for your soul, you would say. A time to live in the moment and relieve yourself of stress.

For dinner you often made it a point to eat with others, whether it was going to a rowdy Korean BBQ with some friends or a dinner date at home with just him, you enjoyed sharing a meal surrounded by the people you love. On top of it all, you frequently had snacks: small bags of crackers, slices of fruit, or a few cookies you made yourself.

You loved cooking almost as much as you loved eating; most of the times he invited you over you brought a large bag with you filled to the brim with ingredients he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with. You would chastise him about his awful eating habits, grimacing at the ramen and chip wrappers overflowing in the kitchen trash can before you diligently prepare a meal for you both, healthy and flavorful, full of the vegetables he hadn’t had since the last time he went home to visit his mom.

You made him look forward to meal times too, if only to see the way you light up when he compliments your cooking or the pure bliss when you take the first bite of your favorite side dish. Eating with you became one of his favorite parts of the day.

And so that last time you made him dinner—a steaming plate of curry with shrimp tempura—the normally delicious food suddenly turned sour on his tongue when he realized you had only made him dinner.

“I’m just not very hungry today,” you had assured him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Foolishly, he hadn’t said anything at the time.

Maybe you had a large lunch, maybe you had a stomach ache, maybe you just didn’t want curry today—at that point in time he had no reason to think there was something seriously wrong. He had no reason to think you were starving yourself.

It wasn’t until weeks later when all the evidence stacked up, the many different signs piecing themselves together like a puzzle until it was impossible not to see the picture, even if a few were still missing.

Your baggy clothing, your refusal to eat anything, your off-handed comments about how the female characters in whatever fighting game he was playing had such nice figures—it became crystal clear what you were doing and it made him feel sick.

Kenma doesn’t generally care about others’ looks; he tends to worry more on how he is perceived than how he perceives others but he is confident that he rather likes your body as it is. He would rather die than admit how often he finds his gaze wandering when your legs are bare or how his eyes naturally trace the curve of your waist down to the width of your hips his fingers twitch to touch—he has had many thoughts about your body, none of which have ever been negative.

Even so, he doesn’t mind if you want to change yourself. He isn’t foolish enough to think he has the right to dictate how you decide to present yourself to this world, but he refuses to allow the reason for your change to be one that stems from low self-esteem or insecurity.

When you step into Kenma’s apartment, weary from a long day of classes and the extra hours spent at the gym, the last thing you expect is to be greeted by the scent of some type of stew, warm and hearty. Your stomach clenches longingly but you quickly reprimand yourself—you already reached your tiny caloric limit for the day.

You have hardly made it into the living room when Kenma comes out from the kitchen, dyed hair tied in a low bun but messy, several strands poking out and sticking across his sweaty forehead. A dark blue apron is tied around his waist and his right hand holds a ladle, the perfect image of a frazzled housewife. If you weren’t so shocked by the scene you would have laughed.

“Welcome back,” he greets softly.

“Are you...cooking something?”

Kenma looks slightly embarrassed by your incredulous tone but not offended. In all the years you have known Kenma you have never seen him in the kitchen for longer than the three minutes required to heat up a bowl of noodles. Him slaving away in front of the stove for a bowl of homemade soup is nearly unfathomable to you.

“Vegetable stew...it’s my mom’s recipe,” your boyfriend explains sheepishly.

The mental image of Kenma shyly FaceTiming his mother as she patiently walks him through chopping up carrots and mixing spices makes your lips twitch upwards and you make your way past him to curiously survey his work.

“You didn’t have to go through the effort, I could have cooked you something, y’know,” you comment as you lean over the large pot on the stove.

The contents are a rich brown color with hints of potatoes, carrots, and onions peaking out. You’re gifted another pang of hunger and you quickly step back as if it would prevent you from falling into temptation.

Kenma quietly slips into the kitchen directly behind you, his chest nearly brushing your arm as he speaks.

“It's okay, I wanted to cook for us this time.”

You freeze.

Immediately, you break into a cold sweat, the prospect of eating sending you into a state of anxiety. You can’t eat—you don’t deserve to eat. Not when your arms are so flabby, your waist so undefined, your inner thighs so close to each other—

“I appreciate it,” you start.

Your voice sounds unnaturally high even to your own ears.

“But I’m not hungry—I had a really big lunch.”

Turning, you try to offer him an apologetic smile but his face looks off. His lips are pulled into a slight frown and his eyes seem to be looking through you, as if he knows you’re lying.

“Y/n...I don’t like what you’re doing.”

You attempt to laugh but it comes out hollow.

“I’m not doing anything bad, just dieting a bit.”

“I think you’re being a little extreme.”

You huff, starting to feel defensive. You don’t want to have this conversation, not now, not ever.

“Kenma, I’m totally fine, I promise.”

“I’m worried about you,” he insists.

“I’m telling you there’s nothing to worry about, I’m being safe.”

“Skipping meals isn’t healthy.”

“Kenma, being this fat isn’t healthy!”

The words escape before you can think to stop them and you can already feel the shame pricking at your eyes as you turn away. You don’t want to see your boyfriend’s look of disgust once he realizes you’re right, once he realizes how fat and unattractive his girlfriend is. Kenma is skinny, he deserves a petite girlfriend who is just as tiny, a girl with slender legs that look cute in shorts and a stomach that lays flat regardless of the time of day. He deserves the sexy girls in his video games, in shape from years of training and perfected suited for tight leather bikini tops.

You don’t realize you’re shaking until Kenma wraps his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into the side of your neck. He lets out a shuttered sigh and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s crying as well.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, “and I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself. If you want to lose weight, I’ll help you. We can make healthy foods together and eat them together and exercise together—just please stop skipping meals.”

Your throat feels like it's stuffed with cotton so you can only nod in agreement, raising one hand to weakly wipe at the hot tears staining your cheeks.

The two of you stand like that, huddled in the middle of the kitchen, for several long minutes until the last of your tears have gone before Kenma gently pushes you to sit down at the coffee table. He prepares two steaming bowls full of vegetable stew for you both and you silently eat as Kenma tells you how low calorie the broth is and how many nutrients his mom said were in the vegetables he used. He tells you about a new fitness game on the Nintendo Switch that you two can play together. By the time you finish your meals, Kenma has already promised to wake up early to go jogging around the neighborhood together even though you know he absolutely hates waking up early and exercising when he doesn’t have to.

Your chest aches with how much he loves you, how far he’s willing to go just if he thinks it will help you and make you happy.

A small part of your mind begs you not to listen. It insists you’ll be fat forever if you don’t starve yourself; no pain, no gain. But the more rational part of you gazes into those soft golden eyes, filled with concern and love as he rambles on about the best sources of protein—all stuff he had learned from his professional volleyball player friend Hinata—and you know your answer.

Kenma loves you, he would do anything to see you happy and healthy and you would do anything to please him.

You love him more than you hate yourself.

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 03

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 3: My Hero 

“Worst movie ever!”

“I mean, the effects were nice, but-”

“Izu-Chan just admit that it was shit it’s not that hard.”

“The day the boy curses is the day the world ends.”

“So sassy, Ares, when did you wake up?”

From his place in the shadows Ogura Goro, a lowlife and perverted man, watched the beautiful salmon-haired girl with the big tits and her frail-looking companion with the wild green hair coming out of the cinema.

He licked his lips.

Oh, she was just perfect.

Her Quirk seemed to be the sentient ribbon on her hair, nothing he couldn’t handle.

He couldn’t wait to fuck her tight virgin pussy.

Then maybe he would fuck the tight asshole of the boy.

Goro didn’t have any preferences.

He just needed a quick fuck to get energy back.

Who cares if he liked minors?

For his Quirk “Intime” it didn’t care.

He just needed to fuck someone, sucking so their life force out and making it his own.

Like this, he would be stronger enough to join them.

Oh, how he couldn’t wait.

Goro follows them.

The two teens seemed to go to a ramen place.

Tzz, tzz.

Still this late out and now going to eat something?

It was their fault for staying out so long at night and becoming his next victim.

Unknow of the danger they were in right now Michi, Izuku and Ares discussed the movie they had watched.

It had been a late-night premiere of an action-hero movie, with a lot of explosions and too little plot.

Michi was the most pissed.

The trailer had looked promising. She had hoped the movie would have been good enough to set the mood with Izuku.

They have known each other now for a year.

A wonderful year, full of laughter, tears and dreams together.

Never in her life did she feel so close to a person as to Izuku.

They just...clicked.

So, she was utterly and stupidly in love with her best friend.

This meant it was time to make him her boyfriend.

Just...Izuku was so innocent and unsure about girls.

Even after a year of friendship with her!

Her flirts got over his head and touching his hand nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, so, yeah, she had needed a new plan.

It came last week with the trailer for this failure of a movie.

A movie date!

And then eating something!

Who cared that the movie ended at 10 p.m.?

Michi and Ares were more than capable of protecting them.

Only because of this, their parents allowed them to go on this "date".

Well, it wasn't a date.

The glass-wearing girl was pretty sure if she told Izuku straight she wanted to wine and dine him he would die.

Just, poof.

Death.

No, she had to be delicate about it.

So she planned this friendship day to celebrate they had known each other for a year now and hoped it would set the mood.

It didn't.

The movie was so stupid, they all fell asleep.

At least Michi hoped their favourite Ramen Place would save this outing.

Bitching about the movie to Izuku and Ares, she didn't note the menace and sick eyes that followed them.

If she had, she would have acted on it.

But, this was not the case.

They just entered the restaurant, placed their normal order and complained some more about the movie.

Never noticing how Goro had followed them into the restaurant and sat down in a dark corner. He just waved the waiter away.

The man was hungry for something different.

Then his chance came.

Big Tits stood up and moved to the bathroom.

This was it.

He followed her.

***

Izuku had since they had come out of the movies a weird feeling.

He was used to people looking down at him, so he noted looks his way.

Just this look... made him scared.

Not for him, but for Michi.

She seemed completely oblivious to it, more busy with telling him why the movie had been so terrible.

Not that he didn't agree with her, however, he was wondering if he was just imagen things.

Both Michi and Ares were good at sensing danger...maybe he was just hyper-alert because it was the first time he was out this late at night.

Yeah, this was it.

Sadly the feeling didn't pass either when they sat down in their favourite ramen place.

Was he going crazy?

Their food came, but he tasted nothing. All felt like ash in his mouth thanks to his body being in fight-or-flight mode.

His crush asked him if he was alright and he just said he wasn't hungry.

If he was only imagen things, he didn't want to scare Michi.

"I have to go to the bathroom.", told him Michi. "Need a new tampoon."

Like always this made him cringe.

Gods!

Michi had sometimes no filter.

He didn't need to know she was on her period.

Sometimes he felt she was doing it on purpose to make him blush.

Last week she told him he looked like a cute strawberry when he blushed and she wanted to eat him.

He had told her, he wasn't on the menu and cannibalism was wrong.

Strangely she seemed to die inside, while Ares had laughed long and loud.

Izuku still wondered what this was all about.

Whatever, Michi made her way over to the bathroom and he took a sip of his glass water.

That's when he noted she had forgotten her purse.

Where her tampoons were.

Sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do.

Blushing like a pepperoni he picked up the purse and walked in the direction of the woman's bathroom.

Michi needed her tampoons and he would give her them.

He wouldn't be a great hero if he couldn't even handle helping a girl with such a problem.

Just, the closer he got to the bathroom, the more he heard noise.

It sounded like someone was fighting!

A male, cruel voice telling someone to shut up.

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

That was Michi's scream!

Without thinking Izuku stormed into the woman's bathroom.

What he saw would haunt him for a long time.

A dirty older man, pinned Michi down on the floor, trying to get her pants off her.

His crush fought with anything she got, but the man held her hands over her head and sat so on her legs that she couldn’t kick him off.

Ares was thrown away in a corner.

Lifeless.

The entity couldn't do anything when he wasn't connected to Michi. Without body contact with his host, he was just a normal ribbon.

"Don't make it worse for you, little bitch!", hissed the man...no the monster to her, wiggling her pants further down.

Michi cried out in anger and fear.

And Izuku saw red.

He didn't know where it came from, but he rammed the man and got him off of Michi then he started to punch him over and over in the face.

His knuckles were getting bloody, yet Izuku didn't care.

He didn't care!

This bastard wanted to hurt the love of his life in the worst way possible!

HE WOULD MAKE HIM PAY!

Breathing deeply and fighting her tears Michi watched how Izuku, frail, small, Izuku, who she needed to protect, turned the rapist's face into a bloody pulp.

She never knew this side of him.

Thank god, he had come after her.

Izuku had saved her from the worst.

The girl ran over to Ares and put him back in his place.

"What the?", asked Ares confused, like always when they got separated.

"Ares, no time, bind the man Izu-Chan is currently punching!"

Stupified Ares did as told, so Michi could drag Izuku away from the rapist.

"It's okay, Izuku.", she murmured. "I'm okay, you saved me."

Blood dripped from his knuckles and he breathed heavily, yet hearing her voice made him feel calmer.

The rapist had long since fainted, thanks to Izuku's punches.

In the end, they called the police who took the rapist into custody.

They praised Izuku for his fast acting, yet reminded him, he was lucky that the rapist didn't was in full power with his quirk.

Had he been it, it could have gone out bad for him.

"Rather me, then her.", Izuku proclaimed determined, which made Michi blush touched, but also angry.

No one should hurt the love of her life this way, even if he wanted to protect her.

She needed to get stronger.

Without Ares, she was practically quirkless.

It was time to change things.

***

The next day Michi visited Izuku in the morning since it was Sunday.

He hadn't even opened the door when Michi began: "Izu-Chan, remember when we talked about becoming heroes?"

A bit confused he nodded.

"Ask me again."

"What ask you?"

"You know what boy.", added Ares seriously.

Then it hit Izuku.

He fought off the tears before he asked shaking: "Can I… be a hero, too?"

"You already are a hero.", answered Michi, also with tears in her eyes. "You saved me yesterday. You are MY hero and will be the best hero in the whole world!"

Crying Izuku sunk down to his knees.

All my life...all my life I just wanted someone to believe in me...and she even says I'm HER hero...I love you so, so, much, Massaro Michi.

The girl followed him down and embraced his crying form, also shedding tears.

"You will be amazing, I know that!"

"Not...not... without you!", he disagreed and looked into her red eyes. "Michi let's become heroes together."

A big smile formed on Michi's face and she nodded.

"Together then!"

Inko who had watched the whole scene from afar couldn't help but cry. Michi gave her son what he wanted...she would be the perfect daughter-in-law.

"Okay, if we are going to be the top hero, it's time for training!", decided Michi, after she helped Izuku get up from the floor.

"Huh? Training?"

The girl made a heroic pose.

"Yes, Izu-Chan. We need to get stronger. I already joined a Kung Fu class. You should do the same!"

"I don't know if this is the right thing for me."

"Then put on your sports clothes, we are going jogging!"

"What right now?"

"No, next Tuesday, boy."

"Oh, okay."

"Of course now!", told Michi and Ares together, making Izuku jump a little.

And so their hero journey began!

***

One year later…

It was a beautiful spring day.

Chery blossom floated down and the sun shined warm on the skin of the people.

A smiling Izuku was holding a sleepy Michi's hand, walking with her to school.

Michi nearly walked on the street, but Izuku stopped her.

“Did you not sleep well, Michi-Kun?” he asks her worriedly.

The girl tries hard to keep her eyes open. 

It works half the time.

“I had to study for math, Izu-Chan,” was the brief answer.

Ah, Michi and math.

It was the bane of her existence, right after Ares, she always told him.

Amused he simply grips her hand a little tighter and leads them further on the way to school.

Still a bit sleepy Michi muses about how a year ago Izuku would have died by skin contact and now he could hold her hand.

He deserved a price.

And the price would be soon her, naked, in his bed, if all progressed nicely.

“You wouldn't be this tired if you didn’t decide to play video games for hours after learning math.”, reminds Ares.

Michi stares up her head, meeting the black eyes of her dark pink bow.

“Shut up, Ares!”, she growl. “I don’t listen to a perverted bow!”

“Perverted!”, he gasped appalled.

“You heard me right, ya creep!”

“Michi-Kun, Ares, please don’t start already.”, begs Izuku with his huge adorable green eyes.

Sadly that’s Michi and also Ares Kryptonite. 

Math comes second.

Both love Izuku a lot and would do anything for him.

So they just grumble half-heartily sorry to each other.

They reached Tatooin-Station where a giant man was standing.

Automatically they stop.

"Ahh…!", gasped Izuku. "That’s a huge villain!"

"And ugly.", added Michi and Ares.

***

“And this was the start of us becoming the greatest heroes of all time!”

The current number one and number two husband and wife duo Deku and Atheres.

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