#sunny i lov you

[esqxamv]

White tulips - SUNNY

guess who finally got to play omori instead of watching gameplays

[olibensstuff]

She’s gonna get you 🫢

She got me😨

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Is 8tracks a good website again, does the music play now

[sabrondabrainrot]

Bring back LAES!

I'm steadily making progress on catching up on sun and moon show along with foxy and monty etc etc but it's pretty difficult when one of the main key plot lines is gone. I know a few spoilers thanks to fanfiction but I want to see the drama in person.

Here's some outfit ideas for tsams cause I'm a sucker for fashion and redesigns!

Order is, SolarFlare - Lunar - NewMoon - Old Moon - Sunny (Solar's dimension) - Sun

closeups and more brainrot under the cut!

Explaining my redesigns! Lunar - he's not really a redesign and more so an overdesign. I love adding tons of little details to him to really hammer home his star-ness. He's such an interesting little guy, like yes he acts childish but I can see he's really growing (SAD I CANT WATCH MORE CAUSE THE SHOW IS GONE). I saw the ep he killed Eclipse and homeboy revived. The entire time I was like "Waaahh Lunar??? Waaahhh???" but I love the drama ngl.

SolarFlare - Same as Lunar, not really a redesign I just drew him with no dirt. I really love his base design it's so neat it makes me think of like sci-fi concepts from the 80's. Something from fallout really. I think it's kind of funny Eclipse's aesthetics for SolarFlare when you compare him next to say Jack who Solar designed.

OldMoon - I just wanted to give him a sleek mad scientist cool guy suave vibe. I saw the more recent thumbnails of him with a turtle neck and idk that's just peak character design for me. I'm a simple woman put the dumb-dumb in a dark turtleneck. I want him to kind of look like the BadGuy TM (he's not actually) so he gets all edgy and hard edges and stuff.

NewMoon - I wanted to do a similar color scheme but instead he has lighter colors like more white incorporated into his fit. To give him the whole 'reborn' aesthetic. He's all like "old moon wore black well I wear white now I'm nothing like him so hah!" kinda thinking. I gave his cap a fur texture cause of that one ep he turned into a furry. I drew rounder stuff on him cause he's a big ol' softy sweety pie.

Sunny - Sunny is my headcanon of Sun from Solar's dimension. I think it's really interesting his default with no personality was theater performance and not say...doing daycare stuff? I feel like honoring the FNAF books with this design by leaning heavily into the theater performer look. I like to think in Solar's dimension Sun and Moon were originally made for theater. (so far in the show I've noticed Creator says 'they needed a daycare attendant' something like that so it comes off more like they were intended for the daycare from the start VS. Solar's dimension where Sunny's core seems to be more so for the performing arts.) I also wanted to make Sunny look different from Sun for the extra angst potential of "They're similar but not the same" so I leaned more into a blue palette for him.

Sun - I just wanted to give him big puffy everything. I took away the tutu. nothing against the tutu I just hate drawing the damn thing. I like to think Sun in main has white eyes because he's so burnt out from within. *badum tish* (eyes are the window to the soul-) I also covered him in stickers because he totally would just be covered in stickers from the kids. I also decided to give some of his rays cracks because I think he's extremely sentimental and even in a newly upgraded body (after using star power to defeat Eclipse the first time) he'd keep rays from his original body? I also put the cracks ones on the side of his face where Old Moon hit him. Why? Because it just seems like something Sun would do. I love him so.

Ok just some brainrot stuff, look away to avoid spoilers .

RUIN DESTROYED HOW MANY DIMENSIONS?? SOLARS DEAD. LUNAR KILLED ECLIPSE. DARK SUN IS PLOTTING??? MOON BE CRYING??? Also Francine just had a birthday! ONE OF THE BLOODMOON BOYS ARE DEAD AND SAME WITH ONE OF THE STITCHY BOYS??? HELLO?!?

I love the drama.

Also, I love how every single kid vibe checks Sun and he passes every time. Francine? She loves Sun and learns from him. FC? He ONLY feels safe with Sun for a bit. Barry? He hugged Sun after gonad checking him (a right of passage for the bunny kid). Jack? I'm pretty sure he literally is just one room away from Sun at all times (he also calls Sun's cats his master???). I have yet to see Dazzle, but Dazzle 10000% loves Sun (I've seen the edits).

ALSO? When Lunar was first brought into the family the first person he hugged was Sun and then later on when Earth was in danger he ran into SUN's arms for safety/comfort. They're family your honor.

Sobbing and Crying laying on the floor over Solar's death but I think he'll be back.

Also the molten thing with Ruin? I'm excited to see more.

I don't have a youtube account to post about saving LAES but if anyone wants me to draw more LAES just to help the community please let me know. I'm planning to draw my idea of Earth next.

[hsakuras]

𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬 | 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑨

warnings: dubcon, stalking, yandere childe, alcohol consumption, facial, blow job, fem reader, degradation, cum eating(?), snowballing, breath play

wc: 4.1k

a/n: im baaaaack, also this is for @jozhenji ily bitch mwah

You hate Snezhnaya. 

The cold that bites at your cheeks, the way your bones ache if you stand outside too long, and how blinding the snow can be on the days where the sun is the brightest. You hate holding onto candle light to maneuver your way down the hallway of your house, only to hear talk of the Fatui growing in size and manipulating more people into joining under the harbingers from the neighbors that stop by to chat in front of your door late at night. 

“They each have their own agenda.” One of them says, as if that’s supposed to justify their actions, like they’re not all connected in some way.

“Did you hear Ajax got into another fight?” 

“Again?”

You hate him. Ajax. You hate how he always needs to be the center of attention.

You hate his laughter, his gaze, the way he starts fight after fight and how he doesn’t care if his father cries or threatens to send him to the military. You hate how he knows so much, how he thrives off of the adrenaline that runs through his veins when he knows he’s won, when he can taste it, feel it in his hands and configure it so that it adds fuel to the fire burning brightest in his chest. It’s the one of the only times his smile reaches his eyes.

You hate that it’s the same smile when he looks at you. When he thinks that he can barge in on your walks to get firewood, or when he finds one of your siblings and walks them home. He only wanted to make sure they would get home safe, he swears. 

 If Ajax could put his pride on a pedestal, he would. He would bellow in letting people watch as it grows and swallows everything in its path to take up more space, thriving on the marvel painted on people’s faces who pass, who watch as he leaves the small village of your hometown to join the Fatui. It shouldn’t have come as a shock when he was recognized because of his ability to fight. 

You think about the time that he went missing for three days causing a search party that grew so rapidly in size because his father is a respectable man, it hurt to see how little he slept. It hurt your community to see him attempt to console his other children. 

It hurt even more when you were the one Ajax showed up in front of first. 

You were looking out to the horizon, the firewood that had been collected by your side, stopping to enjoy the hot stew you had prepared for your siblings in the thermos that had been carefully wrapped to protect it from the bitter temperatures. It wasn’t exactly as hot as you expected but you welcomed the few seconds of warmth brought to your lips. It’s comforting and while looking out to the horizon, you make a silent promise to yourself to move to a nation that is always sunny, where the winds are warm, and the waters are blue. Something that would help your soul feel weightless in contrast to your current surroundings. 

When the forest is covered in snow you can hear everything, the branches that fall under the weight of the ice, the crunching of footsteps when someone passes by, and even the curses of the men who were fetching more wood for their wives; tired, exhausted, and numb. 

That day he came back, you didn’t expect to hear him, much less see him. 

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You knew his voice, whipping your head around so fast because you never heard his footsteps approaching. His nose was bleeding, staining his mouth and shirt. “It’s nothing compared to you.” He smiled after wiping the blood off his nose and mouth with his sleeve, watching you in awe of how relieved you must have been when he showed himself to you.

He stumbles forward a little, laughs, “Hey, I lov-I’ve loved you from the moment we met.”

You’re the last thing he sees before he blacks out. 

Years have passed since then. You watch when Teucer and Tonia come running by with their new toys, how much easier it gets for his father to take care of himself when he’s promised that Ajax is okay and the financial hardship doesn’t consume his very being. It’s hard not to smile when Teucer looks up at you with a toothy grin, begging you to play with him again. 

You’ve never been able to tell him no, even though he has the same eyes as his older brother. 

-

You feel uneasy when Pulcinella knocks at your door one evening.

It’s routine for him to visit Ajax’s home, he is the one who offered him the position in the Fatui, you knew he had good combat skills but never would have guessed it was enough for him to be recognized as one of the harbingers. His name is no longer familiar, replaced with Tartaglia. He erases the name given to him, fully accepting his role.

You open your door for him, it would be rude not to answer when the mayor comes to your door. 

He smiles gently at you, it does nothing to relieve your nerves, makes goosebumps run down your spine and you will yourself to meet his gaze and return a smile that you would never call your own. 

“For you.” 

You let him place the box in your hand, it's rectangular, flat, and wrapped beautifully. It makes your stomach drop when his hand touches yours, you can feel a letter slip in between your hand and his, it reminds you of when your grandmother would place chocolates in your hand when you were a child. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, mouth dry and lips chapped from the unexpected visit. He nods, leaving you and waving goodbye at Ajax’s family. 

You set the box down next to the fireplace, you can hear the crackles from the wood engulfed in flames, it makes you feel less lonely at night. Now that your siblings have gone and left, you’re left to take care of the house your parents had left behind. 

You carefully unwrap the bow that sits on top, folding it neatly beside you. Your palms are sweaty when you peel back the wrapping paper. The outside is revealed with the name of an expensive boutique known for the intricate patterns of beautifully displayed lingerie. 

You stare at it in disbelief, the measurements are your size down to the millimeter, you feel like screaming. Like locking yourself in your home, blocking out the windows and doors so that no one, no one else could ever invade your privacy the way that he has. 

The black lace is decorated with hints of glitter and the satin lines it feels so, so fine. If it were from anyone else you would be enamored, delighted to wear this for someone that you held feelings for, but the only thing you feel is fear. 

You remember the letter that was placed in your hands. 

You wish you hadn’t opened it. He only speaks of the past, how he never got to tell you how grateful and happy he was to see you after he had been missing for so long.

When you returned home with Ajax, he was different, asking how many days have passed to everyone that came to visit him during his recovery, contemplating how time passes differently where he was in. When you would see him, you had reassured him over and over that it was three days, though he argued it had been three months. He used to make you retell the story again, and again, and again going over the most miniscule details until you were in tears telling him that it’s all you can remember. 

You throw the box and letter into the fire, watching the flames consume it all. You spend the remainder of the night fitting whatever parts of your life that you could in a suitcase. 

You leave the next morning. 

-

Your life in Fontaine is calmer than back home, you’re near the ocean and you bask in the warm windy hills during the day or dive into the ocean once you’ve finished your work at the small little dress boutique in the middle of the city. 

Your boss teases you about one of the Gardes that have caught your attention when he patrols, you even sparked up a conversation about your favorite flowers you’ve encountered in Fontaine. 

“Romaritime flowers!” you exclaim, “They’re beautiful. They look so pure in and out of the water.”

He places one in your hands the next time you meet, promising to take you on a proper date when he finishes patrol. 

You assume the bouquet of them at your front door was from him, assume that you would see him that night when you closed the boutique and assume that he would ask where you would like to go next. 

You spent that morning getting ready for work. Donning one of your favorite dresses, it compliments you well enough to make you stand out, but still allows you to work comfortably. It’s something your boss had given to you when you first arrived in Fontaine, the excuse was that you also needed something when you would go out. How else would you fit in? 

You cried at her kindness, something you had not encountered in years. 

You finish work that night, assuring your boss that you would close up. She gives you a hug, tells you that she wants to hear all about it when you come back after your day off. 

The clouds start to darken when she leaves. You hope it’s only temporary. 

- 

You imagine this is what heartbreak feels like. 

To trust someone with your feelings so easily only to be faced with the hard realization that they didn’t seem to care about that trust to begin with. The rain, which you hoped was short lived,  only rubs salt in the wound. It’s pouring, your shoes are in your hands and your dress is stuck to your body. You waited for two hours after the boutique closed for him to come by, you waited another hour after his patrol ended. You finally left after ten more minutes, when a young woman knew the look on your face and offered you her umbrella. You politely declined, assured her that you would be okay. 

In the end you’re left disappointed, cold, and wet. It reminds you of the numerous times you would come home from the harsh snowfall in Snezhnaya, greeted with silence when you stepped foot into your house shivering and attempting to start a fire. You hated it. 

You ignore the stares from couples strolling the night, instead focusing on the cool pavement beneath your bare feet, how the rain feels somewhat cooling to your face and how you can hide your tears. 

It’s better this way, to only rely on yourself. You’re all you have after all. 

When you return home, you toss your shoes outside to dry. Slamming the door behind you and begin struggling to peel off your dress because the fabric is soaking wet and it’s stubbornly sticking to your skin. You curse when it doesn’t come off, panting and pulling it over your head, you step on something sharp, cursing again when you finally throw your dress off and the tears threaten to spill. You curse and throw the dress into the corner of your living room. 

You’re left cold, shivering, and only in your bra and panties when you look at the blood from your foot. You begin to cry. 

Your gaze then follows the trail of broken glass on your floor, the pool of water leading up to the broken vase of the Romaritime flowers.

“Do you let others stare at you like this?” 

Your blood runs cold. You remember the same feeling back when he found you staring out into the horizon all those years ago. 

He places a hand over your mouth, holds you flush against his chest when he sneaks up from behind you. “Shh, s’kay.”

You can’t scream, you squirm in his hold, kicking and clawing at his arm holding your face. He thinks it would be fun to allow you to think he’s off balance. 

You shift all your weight onto him, hoping that in the fall you’ll have enough time to run, to hide, to fight. You could run to your neighbor’s house, the nice little old couple that lives behind you and hide in their garden until you’re safe. You wish you were safe, you wish you were home sooner. Oh fuck, if only you hadn’t waited for so long into the night. 

He grabs your wrist before you’re able to move, bringing you back to him. You force yourself to find strength to move, to be able to turn around and face him. He anticipates this, he spins you around like a dancing couple would. 

He laughs once and you stop.  

You no longer want to look, you can only see the boy who was missing smiling and complimenting you with blood running down his nose, you remember the lingerie he sent when you were still in the village, how your stomach dropped when the mayor knocked at your door. 

Nothing compares to this, to the goosebumps littering your skin when he peers down at you, blue eyes that don’t ever leave your gaze and make you feel like you’re drowning in the sea waters that surround Fontaine. 

“I was waiting for you” he whispers, peppering your face with kisses while you stand there, frozen. It’s similar to the time when he collapsed in front of you, only this time you can’t find the words to scream.

It’s funny how this time he’s found you. Your poor attempt at hiding from him is amusing. 

“Missed you so much” he continues to kiss you, makes his way down to your collarbones and doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees to kiss the softness of your stomach or the tops of your breasts that are exposed to him. 

“Should have locked you up you know? You ran from me, took me forever to find you.”

“Ajax” you whisper, the tears that sting your eyes are threatening to spill. “Why are you here?” 

You hold in a sob, you know why. You’ve always known why he was enamored by you. 

“Does it matter?” he breathes, shifting his position so he is behind you again, kissing the tears off the side of your face, watching how your breathing shifts when his cold hands touch the bare skin exposed to him. 

“Had to pay that Garde off really well. He wasn’t cheap, you know?”

Your heart breaks further, the sob you were holding building into your throat. “You’re so worth it though, pretty little thing. Look at how I found you, fuck, you missed me too didn’t you?”

He’s guiding you to your couch, laying you down while he towers over you. You feel nauseous when you feel his hardening cock through his pants, “look at you, look at you!” He laughs again, another bout of tears flowing down your cheeks, hot and heavy. 

He leans down to kiss you, you turn your head but Ajax isn’t opposed to using force to get what he wants, you know this. You’ve always known this. He takes your face into his hands again, squishing your cheeks together like he did before except his gaze is demanding, icy, and bitter. 

“Kiss me back” 

You oblige, letting him press his lips against yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You flinch at the roll of his lips, clutching at his shirt when he groans into your mouth. He mistakes this as want, giving you more until you’re consumed by him, his presence, his scent, his touch. 

He breaks away to let you breathe, smiles at the string of spit that connects both of you and how your eyes are hazing, even though he can’t tell if it’s from crying or from how dizzy he’s made you when he kissed you. 

“Let’s celebrate” He’s off of you before you can register what he said, grabbing a bottle of one of Mondstat’s best wines. He’s unceremonious, rogue even, when he pops the cork off and takes a drink straight from the bottle before dipping back down to kiss you.

He didn’t swallow much to your surprise, he let the wine pass from his mouth to yours. Pulling away to watch your face scrunch up at the taste, “s’good” he slurs, taking another drink and swallowing this time.

“Here.” He’s pulling you to sit up, he’s so fast it’s hard to follow what he’s thinking, what he’s doing. He’s taking another drink again, it’s smaller this time, more like a sip that he thinks is adequate for you. 

He doesn’t let you pull back, his hand is on the nape of your neck making sure you can’t escape his intensity. You try to keep up, letting his tongue enter your mouth and swirl with his. It’s so sloppy, so hot, and sticky that it makes your head spin. He only gives you a break to drink more wine, to make you both drink more. 

He keeps giving you more and more, loves when you get weaker and you don’t protest as much anymore. When you whine and start anticipating the alcohol from his mouth to yours, it makes the taste more bearable and your thoughts aren’t as loud in your head. 

The wine keeps spilling from the corners of your mouth, leaving a little trail of purple-red for him to lick up to. He’s sucking at the skin of your neck, finding your pulse point so easily. His teeth nip at your skin, you don’t mean to lean into him, the alcohol is making you slow to react. He swears he hears a small moan escape your lips when he nips at the sensitive skin again. 

His hand slides down your chest, feeling your tits through the fabric of your bra, it’s still wet. 

“Ajax” you slur, “wanna wait” you say. He looks at you, he notices the tears again. You feel them spill, you’re cold. You cling onto him because at least he’s offering you that sliver of comfort. 

“Wait?” He repeats, licking a tear off of your cheek. 

“Why would I wait when I know you want me too?” He whispers in your ear, his hands unclasping your bra in one go. His touch is cold, similar to how it feels when you first go into the sea. Your body has to get use to it, it starts to warm up and you feel like you could swim and float for hours. 

It’s the same with his touch, the cool tips of his fingers warm up the more he squeezes. He likes the sound you make when he pinches at your nipples, he takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking. Groaning when he hears the little whimpers you try to hold back. 

He makes his way back up to your lips again, grabs your hands that are clutching at his sides to guide them down to palm the shape of his cock through his pants. 

He’s dreamt of this for so long. 

“Oh fuck” he pants, his breath hitting your lips before he’s kissing you again, his tongue feels like he’s lapping into your mouth getting as sloppy as possible as if you’re going to vanish again. His tongue rolls over yours until he’s aching, cock throbbing for attention. 

“Hey, feel me here.” He pants, eyes red rimmed and the blue of his irises brighter. You feel like you could drown in them. 

He takes your hand and holds it in his, tossing his vision on your table. He’s undoing his belt & pulling his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. 

He wraps your hand around the base, guides you in how fast and how much pressure to place around him, when he lets go of your hand you can feel him looking at you. You’re focused on the length of him, how heavy and hot he feels against your hand. 

You feel like crying again. You oblige him because at least he’ll leave you alone sooner, you’re just another thing for him to win over, to declare victory before he gets bored with you and moves on to this next challenge. 

“More fuck, please more” he pants, hips stuttering into your hand. You can feel the sticky, hot precum that coats the tip of his dick and now your hand. You look up at him and see that he’s got his head tipped back, moaning about how hot you are, how good you are, how he’s thought about this since you saved him. Since you found him, how he’s been in love with you since he found you looking out into the horizon. Even before, he’s been in love with you since the beginning, since he saw you. 

“You owe me this.” he breathes.

“What?” 

He laughs again, the same one that haunts you. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t know. I had you watched wherever you went, I made sure your siblings got into the school they wanted, fuck I even followed you here.” 

He takes your hand in his, knows that your hand is coated in his pre cum, takes one of your fingers and licks it up the length. His eyes ever leave yours as he does. 

“You should thank me.” He deadpans, cock still throbbing and hard when he stands up at full height. 

“Thank me.” He repeats the length of his dick is on your face, rutting against your cheek until the tip meets your lips. 

“Yeah, that's how you should do it.” He smiles, the one that meets his eyes. The genuine one. 

He’s holding on to the back of your head before you can move. He doesn’t care if your hair is messy, it's almost dry now. He takes your hand again, planting it onto his thigh for leverage. 

His grip returns to the base of his cock, tapping the tip on your lips again. 

You don’t open your mouth, new tears building up in your waterline. He shows no remorse for what he’s doing, no concern, he thinks he deserves this. It’s the least he deserves for what he’s done for you. 

He pinches your nose, catching you when you part your lips to shove his length into your mouth. 

You cry, struggling to breathe at the pace he starts at. 

“Woulda been so gentle to you if you would have been good, fuck.”

He seethes, eyes rolling into the back of his head when both of his hands are holding your head to match his hips. Your nails are digging into his thighs, your strength unmatched for how you try to push yourself off of him as he pulls you forward on his length. He can’t handle the hot, wet, tightness of the back of your throat. 

“Fuck yes, more, more, more” he chants, pinching your nose again to see you panic when you look up again, he loves you like this. When your chin is covered in spit and tears and his balls hit you with every rut of his hips. 

“God, gonna paint your fucking face, slut. Gonna cover you in my cum so you can never forget who you belong to” 

You can feel that he’s getting close, he grants you grace for only one second before he’s holding your jaw in his hand again. 

You take in gulps of air, coughing, and crying while he forces you to look at him. 

“Don’t run from me again.” He seethes, forcing you back down on his length. 

He’s ruthless this time, uncaring for the way your eyes can’t focus, or how you look like you’re going to pass out. You’re vision keeps going in and out, you can hear yourself. How you choke and gag around his length how he curses with each “ack. ack. ack” of his dick hitting the back of your throat. 

“Gonna cum—shit”

He pulls you off, using one of his hands to keep you in place while he jacks himself off with the other. 

“Say it, say who you belong to.” 

You can’t understand, hazy vision threatening to go black. 

“Fuck, say it and I’ll cum. I’ll cover your fucking face and never leave you. You understand? You’re mine. “

You don’t know what he’s rambling on about. You want to plead with him, talk this out and let him know he could pursue someone else. 

“Ajax” you rasp. 

“Yeah? You belong to me don’t you? Oh fuck—“ 

He groans, doesn’t hold his voice back, calling you all sorts of names but mostly that you’re his, his, his. 

His cum on your face should be enough to prove it. He looks at you like a masterpiece, taking his finger and dragging it through his cum and putting it into his mouth before kissing you. 

“Don’t let anyone else see you like this.” 

[sixosix]

PLEASW DO MORE BOLD IZUKU FLUFF I BEG AHHSHGHSH

a/n: I LOEVE IZUKUUUU ANON (hasn’t caught up in the anime for so long)

warnings: profanity (i keep forgetting to add that), FLUFF, shameless izuku wtf

the events that went down last night were all a blur for you.

it’s out-of-tune singing from a good portion of the class, bakugou and iida yelling at everyone from the kitchen to (please be quiet) shut the hell up, and aizawa-sensei swinging by just to warn his class that the other building can hear bakugou’s voice.

you can barely recall a hazy face with a mop of curls, hands cupping your cheeks, and cheers ringing around the room.

it wasn’t like you were drunk. you were just sleep-deprived and stressed to the point where you might as well have already downed ten cups of beer. 

and hours later, right now, it’s midoriya izuku sleeping soundly on your lap like he’s in bliss.

you blink, bewildered. it takes all your willpower not to shriek and shove him off your lap because since when did you fall asleep in the living room? and since when the hell were you this close to midoriya? the last time you checked, you and midoriya rarely spoke to each other—him because he’s naturally shy, and you because you have a massive crush on him.

oh, mina is going to have a blast with this.

just as you are about to shuffle away gently, your stomach drops when midoriya’s eyes snap open, staring right at you with a blank expression.

“where y’going?” he asks, slurring a little from dregs of the sleep. “don’t go…”

“midoriya…” you laugh nervously. “you would regret not moving to bed later.”

he only blinks up at you, the emotions in his wide eyes unguarded. “are you unmf— un-comfort-able?” you almost laugh when he has to focus on pronouncing it.

“no, i’m not,” you admit, because midoriya is a warm presence on your lap, and you’re too close to curling around him like a cat to keep him trapped for yourself.

midoriya smiles lazily up at you, different from his usual wide, sunny ones. it’s somehow a little special.

“then stay.”

you pray that midoriya forgets about this when you two wake up again.

you come back to the world when a flash assaults your eyes.

mina is trying her best to keep her squeals down, her grin dangerous when she swipes at her phone—probably to post the pictures she took without permission.

“mina!” you hiss, ready to pounce when suddenly you’re forced to remember the weight on your lap. the blood drains from your face when midoriya izuku is blinking up at you with a smile that you swear looks fond.

ah. you were sort of hoping that was just a dream. you’re more than happy to deal with a clingy izuku when you’re sleep deprived and can use that as an excuse, but what comes after it is a different story.

“midoriya!” you exclaim instead, in the same tone you gave mina, except twice as horrified.

“y/n-san,” he greets back, as equally amused as mina. you don’t like his smile. it’s a bit dangerous.

“you two are so cute!” mina gushes, nearly tearing up. “i remember two weeks ago when you were lamenting about how your crush on midoriya is hopeless. they grow up too fast, don’t you think?” she is not talking to anyone in particular, but midoriya nods anyway.

“i do not know what you are talking about!” you cry out, wishing that midoriya would air force you to space.

“you poor thing, you really don’t remember, do you?” mina’s cunning smile says that she does not pity you at all. “you trapped midoriya by his shoulders and professed your love in front of the class!”

“i did not,” you say, mortified.

“you did,” midoriya says, looking so happy that you would’ve cooed if you weren’t so ready for the LOV to take you right now. “and i told you that if you still feel the same when you wake up, i’ll ask you out.”

“you… did?”

midoriya nods, though awkwardly, when you’re both reminded he’s still on your lap and he doesn’t look like he has plans to move. “i did, so—” on second thought, maybe he does have plans, because suddenly he’s sitting up until your noses are almost touching. “y/n-san, do you still feel the same?”

“...i do,” you reply, mouth dry.

midoriya grins, a flush blooming on his cheeks. he curls a finger under your chin and says, “good. i do, too.”

your jaw drops, and mina cackles, watching the scene in front of her with rapt attention like it’s a rom-com playing on the television. you turn to mina, wide-eyed, like you’re asking, are you seeing this, mina?! who is this man?!

a/n u guys is it obvious yet that i love little shit izuku because i really do. read this fic if u like how i write izuku (shameless advertisement) 

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Love, Is this a prank?

pairings: Aaron Warner x F!Reader

Summary: five times you pranked your husband, aaron warner, and the one time he pranked you back.

warnings: fluff, mention of killing someone, ooc (?) Idk i think thats it. Lmk if i missed any!

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Prank #1 𖦹 ₊˚.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday morning, and you had decided to run some errands. As you were getting ready to head out, you couldn't resist the urge to play a little prank on your husband, Aaron Warner. He had been working long hours lately, and you thought a bit of light-hearted mischief might bring a smile to his face.

You quickly gathered three small Ken dolls you had stolen away from James and arranged them strategically on the hood of your car. With a mischievous grin, you sent your husband a text that read,

_______

My beloved 🫶

baby

Help

3 guys won't get off my car

_______

Aaron was in the middle of a conference meeting when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the message and his expression darkened as he read it. He quickly excused himself from the meeting, not bothering to say something. His protective instincts kicked into high gear.

He was more worried about your well-being, and Gods, if something happened to you, he would rain hell. Even if it's just a small touch on your hair.

Without a second thought, Aaron rushed to the bedroom to grab his machete, a weapon he kept for safety purposes. He didn't know what was going on outside, but the idea of three strangers sitting on your car infuriated him. He was ready to confront them and ensure your safety.

You stifled a giggle, knowing that Aaron's protective instincts would lead him to take swift action.

Moments later, the front door swung open, and Aaron stormed out, his machete in hand. His face was a mask of fury, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble. When his gaze fell on your car, he saw the three small figures on the hood.

Confusion washed over his anger as he realized that they weren't real people. He lowered the machete, his brow furrowing as he took in the scene. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together, and he turned to you, a mix of amusement and annoyance in his eyes.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of his bewildered expression. Tears streamed down your face as you clutched your stomach, trying to catch your breath between fits of giggles.

Aaron's lips twitched into a reluctant smile as he shook his head. He couldn't stay mad for long, especially when he saw how hard you were laughing.

He approached you, his machete still in hand but now pointed downwards in a non-threatening manner.

"Love, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation.

Wiping away tears of laughter, you managed to compose yourself enough to explain. "It was just a prank, Aaron. I thought it would be funny to see your reaction."

Aaron sighed and tucked the machete safely away, his stern expression softening. "You got me good," he admitted, shaking his head.

He crossed his arms and shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “my love, I got worried.” He said.

You giggled and reached out to take his hand. "I'm sorry, love. I couldn't resist pulling a little prank."

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"You need to stop hanging out with kishimoto," he said with a fond smile. You only laughed at that.

“I love you, you know,"

Aaron said, his voice soft and sincere as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You snuggled closer to him, feeling grateful for the bond you shared.

"I love you too, even when you're ready to kill someone over a prank."

He chuckled, planting a sweet kiss on your lips, his love for you shining in his eyes.

"Especially then,"

he replied, his arms wrapped around you in a warm and protective embrace.

—————

Prank #2 𖦹 ₊˚.

It was a quiet evening, and you had decided to treat your husband, Aaron Warner, to a homemade dinner. As you worked diligently in the kitchen, you couldn't help but smirk as you concocted a mischievous plan. You would prank Aaron with an overly salty soup and see how he reacted.

You knew Aaron had an excellent poker face, but you were determined to make him crack. As you stirred the soup, you added an excessive amount of salt, enough to make it nearly inedible.

With a wicked grin, you carried the steaming bowl of soup to the dining table where Aaron was patiently waiting. He smiled warmly as you set the bowl in front of him.

"Here you go, love," you said sweetly, suppressing a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "My homemade soup just for you."

Aaron took a spoonful and brought it to his lips. His face remained remarkably composed, but you could see a faint twitch in his jaw as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.

"It tastes good, my love," he said, his voice steady, though you could sense a hint of hesitation. "But it's a little bit salty."

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to hold back a triumphant grin. "Salty? It's not really that salty," you replied, your tone casual.

Determined to see if Aaron would break character, you decided to call in reinforcements. You dialed Kenji's number and invited him over, mentioning that you wanted him to taste your homemade soup.

Kenji arrived promptly, looking curious as he took a seat at the dining table. You offered him a spoonful of the soup, watching his reaction carefully.

Kenji took a cautious sip and then froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. He glanced at you, then back at Aaron, trying his hardest to keep it together. "What the fuck? Are you trying to kill our kidney stones? That's so salty!" he exclaimed.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Kenji's dramatic response. You turned to Aaron, expecting him to back you up. "See, it's not that salty, right?"

Aaron winced and shrugged his shoulders, "It's a bit salty, love."

You shook your head incredulously, feeling a pang of doubt. Could Aaron really taste the excessive saltiness, or was he playing along too well?

In a last-ditch effort to prove your point, you decided to call Juliette over. She arrived with her usual grace and took a seat at the table, accepting a spoonful of the soup.

She savored the bite and then smiled warmly. "It's not salty? It's good," she declared.

Kenji and Aaron shared a knowing look, and you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. The prank had gone on long enough.

"It was just a prank, guys!" you confessed, unable to contain your amusement any longer. "I added extra salt to see if Aaron would say anything."

Kenji burst into laughter, his earlier outrage replaced by amusement. "Woah, Princess I thought you were trying to sabotage my taste buds."

Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. "You almost had me convinced, love. Well played."

—————

Prank #3 𖦹 ₊˚.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the evening sky as you sat in the cozy living room, your phone in hand. You couldn't resist the urge to play a little prank on your husband, Aaron Warner. He had been working tirelessly, and you thought a playful jest might lighten the mood.

With a mischievous grin, you began typing out a text message.

________

My Beloved 🫶

Baby, guess what

I got my Brazilian wax today

Oh?

Shush, as I was saying,

It was so expensive.

I see where this is going.

I already sent you money, darling :)

No I’m just telling you that It was expensive

Oh, so you don’t need the money?

No

I thinks it’s bc he’s always busy

So he charges more

like everyone Wants to book w him

He???

Where’s Diane?

she was sick so jake did my wax

Jake?????

Can men do that job?

Yeah??

Jake was really nice and sweet

I’ll kill jake.

How’d you even know he was ‘nice’ and ‘sweet’

Cause he was being gentle and complimenting me

I get it why he was so expensive lol

What?

Complimenting you?

Yeah, he talks me through it.

Talk you through it???

Love.

This is ridiculous.

Is this a joke?

No?

He was really sweet

He’s not sweet.

I’m sweet.

He’s an asshole.

How would you know that 🤨

My love.

You should have let me do it.

Do what? 😂 lol

Wax you.

You don’t even know how to

Yes, I do.

Wash and dry the are, warm the wax, avoid retinoid cream, apply the wax, apply cloth strip and then remove the cloth strip.

Easy.

Jake probably did not wash it or dry it properly.

I bet he used retinoid cream.

Amateur.

WHAT 😭

Since when did you become a waxing professional?

Since now.

———

Aaron's brow furrowed, his expression turning noticeably jealous and irritated. He set aside his phone, not bothering to see what you replied.

Hours later, when you finally arrived home, you found Aaron sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, and a pout on his face. He was clearly still miffed about the prank.

You walked over to him, your heart filled with affection for your sulking husband. "Aaron," you began, "it was just a prank. I didn't actually get Brazilian wax from anyone."

He glanced at you, his pout still firmly in place. "Oh," he grumbled, but his annoyance was slowly giving way to amusement.

You couldn't resist the urge to cuddle him, wrapping your arms around him as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry for teasing you," you said sincerely. "I promise I won't prank you like that again." You added, which is clearly a lie.

Aaron finally cracked a smile, unable to stay upset any longer. "Alright, you win this round," he conceded, pulling you closer to him.

—————

Prank #4 𖦹 ₊˚.

You couldn't help but smirk as you flipped through the pages of a book in the cozy living room. Your husband, Aaron Warner, sat across from you, engrossed in his own work, as he often was during the evenings. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

"Hey, bro," you chimed in, breaking the silence.

Aaron, absorbed in his reading, merely scrunched up his face, a faint, bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. He chose not to acknowledge your playful term of endearment, instead continuing to focus on his work.

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle and decided to take it up a notch. "Bro, can you pass me the remote?"

This time, Aaron raised an eyebrow but still didn't respond. He adjusted his glasses and turned a page in his book, clearly ignoring your attempt to get his attention.

You chuckled to yourself, knowing you were pushing his patience. But you couldn't resist teasing him, just a little bit more. "Bro, I need your help in the kitchen."

That did it. Aaron finally looked up from his book, his expression shifting from bemusement to a warning look. He arched an eyebrow, his gaze drilling into yours. "I'm not your 'bro' I'm your husband," he declared, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You couldn't hold back your laughter any longer, and it bubbled out of you in a melodious cascade. "I'm sorry, bro," you said, still grinning.

He let out an exasperated sigh, his lips quirking into an amused smile despite himself. "You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head.

________

The soft ambiance of the upscale restaurant created a romantic atmosphere as you and your husband, Aaron Warner, settled into your table for dinner. The dim lighting, soft jazz playing in the background, and the anticipation of a delicious meal made for a perfect setting for a memorable night out.

As you perused the menu, you couldn't help but hatch a mischievous plan. A playful prank that you were convinced would bring a smile to Aaron's face. You decided to refer to him as "bro" and "boyfriend" during your interactions with the server, just to see how he would react.

With a sly grin, you waited for the server to approach. "I'll have the salmon, and my boyfriend here," you said, gesturing towards Aaron, "will have the steak."

Aaron's brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at you, but he decided to play along, thinking it was a harmless joke. "Yes, the steak is fine," he replied, a bemused smile on his face.

The server nodded and jotted down your orders, seemingly oblivious to your prank. You couldn't help but giggle quietly, delighted with your cleverness.

As the evening progressed, you continued to drop the occasional "bro" or "boyfriend" into your conversations, each time with a mischievous glint in your eye. Aaron, for the most part, scrunched up his face in mock annoyance but kept his composure.

However, after the third instance of your prank, his patience began to wane. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on you with a warning look that hinted at the limits of his tolerance.

You chuckled nervously, realizing that you might have pushed the joke too far. "Alright, alright, I'll stop," you whispered, leaning in closer to him.

Aaron's lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smile, and he nodded in approval. The remainder of the dinner was filled with pleasant conversation and shared laughter, all the while you refrained from any further pranks.

After finishing your meal, you left the restaurant hand in hand, the evening still full of promise. But as the night wore on, you noticed a shift in Aaron's mood. He became quieter, his laughter less frequent, and his responses to your attempts at conversation grew increasingly subdued.

"Is everything alright, Aaron?" you asked, concern lacing your voice.

He glanced at you with a hint of irritation before responding tersely, "I'm fine."

You knew better than to press him when he was in this mood, so you decided to give him some space. You retreated to the living room, leaving him to his thoughts in the bedroom.

The following morning, Aaron was still distant. He responded to your greetings with curt nods and monosyllabic answers, his attention firmly focused on his work. It was as if the playful terms of endearment from the previous night had left a lingering mark on his mood.

You couldn't bear to see him like this, so you made an effort to engage him in conversation throughout the day, hoping to lift his spirits. However, he remained withdrawn, lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn't until dinnertime that Aaron finally spoke up. "You do realize that I am your husband, right?"

You scrunched up your nose, confused, "um..yeah?"

"Then why did you keep addressing me your 'boyfriend' last night?'

"Aaron, I'm so sorry," you said sincerely, reaching out to touch his hand.

He pulled his hand away, his expression one of mild indignation. "I'm not your 'bro' or 'boyfriend,' I'm your beloved husband," he declared, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You reached across the coffee table to take his hand in yours. "I promise, no more 'bro' or 'boyfriend' for today."

He sighed dramatically, but his fingers tightened around yours. "Very well, my mischievous love." you laughed at the nickname.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, my love." He teased.

The night ended with a loving embrace, and as you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you couldn't help but think how fortunate you were to have Aaron Warner as your husband, your beloved, and your one true love.

—————

Prank #5 𖦹 ₊˚.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room as you and Aaron Warner prepared for the day. Aaron had an important meeting to attend, and he was already running late. He stood by the doorway, dressed impeccably in his suit, ready to leave.

"Okay, bye, love," he said, his voice soft and filled with affection as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. His lips lingered for a moment, and he whispered, "I love you."

You hummed in response, your attention momentarily occupied by the task at hand. You knew he expected you to reciprocate, but you decided to play a little game. A teasing smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you continued with what you were doing.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to respond with those three cherished words. When you remained silent, he tried again, his gaze fixed on you. "I love you, my love," he repeated, his voice filled with anticipation.

You glanced up at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye, and replied, "Ok, bye."

Aaron's face fell, and he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. He had hoped for a heartfelt response, but instead, he got a playful dismissal. He pouted, refusing to give up.

"I love you," he said once more, his tone tinged with determination as he stared at you, expecting you to say it back.

You chuckled at his persistence and continued with your task. "Ok," you replied, teasingly, "I'm not stopping you."

But Aaron didn't move. He remained rooted in the doorway, a stubborn look on his face. "I'm not leaving," he declared.

You looked up in surprise, genuinely confused. "Huh? I thought you were leaving for your meeting."

His expression softened as he gazed at you. "Not when you're mad at me."

You blinked, realizing that he had misunderstood your playful banter. "I'm not mad at you, Aaron," you reassured him, setting aside what you were doing to give him your full attention.

He sighed, a hint of relief in his eyes, but there was still a trace of uncertainty. "But you're not saying 'I love you' back," he pointed out.

You couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. It was all in good fun, but you could see that Aaron had taken it seriously. You stood up and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It's a joke, hon!" you exclaimed, grinning at him. "I love you! Now, go! You're already late."

Aaron's face broke into a smile as he realized he had been played. He hugged you tightly, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. "Not Funny," he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

“I’m staying.” He said.

“c’mon you can’t just cancel the meeting, darling” you replied with a teasing smile.

“Actually, I can. I'm the boss, love. Remember” he then replied, matching your teasing smile.

you then both settled in for a cozy day together. He canceled his meeting, and the two of you cuddled on the couch, watching movies and enjoying each other's company with your husband who kept whispering sweet nothings and I love you’s in your ear.

—————

+1

The cinema had been showing a late-night movie, and you and your husband, Aaron Warner, had decided to catch it together. It had been a long week, and the idea of a cozy night out was too tempting to resist. Little did you know that this night would turn into an unexpected adventure.

The two of you settled into your seats, the dimmed lights and the sound of hushed whispers creating a perfect atmosphere for the film. As the movie began, you both found yourselves engrossed in the story, occasionally sharing a quiet laugh or a whispered comment.

However, the day's fatigue began to catch up with you, and the comfort of the cinema seats didn't help matters. Gradually, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep during the movie.

Sometime later, Aaron woke up with a start. He blinked at the screen and then checked his watch, only to find that it was well past 3 AM. The cinema was dark, and the movie had ended. Panic set in as he realized that the mall was likely closed, and you were both trapped inside.

A mischievous idea began to form in Aaron's mind. He couldn't help but think of the pranks you had pulled on him in the past, and this was the perfect opportunity for payback. Quietly, he grabbed your phone, noticing that it was still on and unlocked.

With a sly grin, Aaron changed the time on your phone to 11 AM and placed it back beside you. He then leaned over and gently shook your shoulder to wake you up.

You stirred, slowly blinking your eyes open and letting out a sleepy yawn. "What's going on?" you mumbled, still disoriented from your nap.

Aaron, his act perfectly convincing, replied, "Wake up, love. It's already 11 AM. We need to leave."

You glanced at your phone, which now read 11 AM. However, something felt off. It was still dark outside, and the cinema was eerily quiet. "Why is everything closed?" you asked, confusion creeping in.

Aaron kept his expression composed and reassuring. "It's Sunday," he explained calmly. "The mall is usually empty this early on Sundays. Come on, let's go."

You furrowed your brow but trusted Aaron's explanation. You gathered your belongings and followed him outside the cinema. As you walked through the mall, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The lack of people, the darkness outside, and the empty shops all added to your growing sense of unease.

"Why is it so dark?" you asked, your voice tinged with anxiety.

Aaron maintained his charade. "It’s dark when it’s sundays here, love," he replied, his tone soothing.

You checked your phone again, which still displayed 11 AM, even though it felt like the middle of the night. Doubt gnawed at you, but you couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

As you continued through the mall, your unease grew, and you couldn't help but question the situation. "This doesn't feel right, Aaron," you admitted, clutching his hand tightly.

He glanced at you, his expression softening with concern. "It's okay, love. Sometimes malls can be a bit eerie when they're empty. We'll be out of here soon."

You nodded, trying to calm your racing heart. But as you approached the mall's main entrance, you realized the truth. The security gates were closed, and the mall was locked up tight.

"Wait, Aaron," you said, your voice trembling. "Why are the gates closed? We can't get out."

Aaron turned to you with a sheepish grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, revealing the prank.

You stared at him in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and annoyance washing over you. "You pranked me?" you asked incredulously.

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I had to get you back for all those pranks you've pulled on me," he confessed.

You couldn't help but laugh, despite the initial shock. "You got me good," you admitted, shaking your head.

Aaron smiled, relieved that you took it well. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

As you both waited for mall security to let you out, you couldn't help but admire Aaron's clever prank. It had been an unexpected adventure, and it was moments like these that added a touch of excitement and humor to your relationship. In the end, you couldn't be mad at him for too long, and you were already thinking about how to plan your next prank in revenge.

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League Of Villains With An S/O Like Marceline The Vampire Queen

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I’m thinking the LOV (Dabi, Spinner and Shigaraki) with a girlfriend, who has a vampire quirk like Marceline, the vampire queen (from Adventure Time) she has a bass guitar in a shape of an axe, she’s a great singer, she can fly, and she only drinks the color red (or eat the color)

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 You were introduced to Shigaraki when you were young and as you started to develop your quirk became his protector. 🤚 He’d often find that his hand rested on your neck, two fingers over the bite marks in your neck. He matched skin tones with someone… Even if they were a vampire. 🤚 Indifferent to the guitar really, he often thinks that it gets in the way on more stealthy missions but he liked that you were able to fight without it, and found more joy in watching you punch someone across the room. 🤚 Sometimes people didn’t see you until it was too late, you might be the last thing they see after disrespecting Shigaraki or injuring him in some way.

No one could see you, you had been sitting on the bar behind Shigaraki, your legs dangling down behind him as he leant against your shins looking at the new recruits, Dabi and Toga. You were watching them carefully, your guitar rested behind the bar close enough to grab if you needed it, they talked but you noticed the movement of Dabi before Shigaraki did, you grabbed the guitar from behind the bar swinging it around stopping just short of Dabi’s neck “be careful now.” You warned, you held the forearm of your free arm resting on top of Shigaraki’s head and you rested your chin on your own arm. “Are you sure that you need him?” “We need them all unfortunately.” Shigaraki answered “Plus as annoying as he is, I believe he’s going to be useful.” “He does seem like the most capable of a lot.” You shrugged. “Mmm.” He hummed “you can drop the axe.” You sat up as you pulled back the axe, it rested on your shoulder as you slumped forward. “What?” Shigaraki mumbled as he looked at you posture. “I don’t trust him.” You answered as Dabi smirked at you, eyes easily moving over you seemingly assessing you. “So who’s the bodyguard?” Dabi asked. “None of your business.” Shigaraki answered as he turned his back to them, the conversation over as he rested the handheld console that he was playing on your thighs, as you played with his hair and Kurogiri showed the new arrivals to the rooms they could use if they wanted.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi met you before he ended up in the league, he actually went looking for you after hearing about you through the thugs that he was beating to a pulp. 🔥 Dabi then watched you like an absolute creeper for a couple of weeks, gathering information and trying to figure out just what your quirk was. 🔥 He definitely liked your style, the way you dressed, carried yourself and spoke to other people. 🔥 He approached you when he got all the information that he could from watching you.

You were sitting on the roof of the building watching people go by, there were a number of different objects next to you that had been drained of their colour, Dabi didn’t think that it was sunny enough to warrant the hat that you had decided to wear “thought vampires couldn’t sit in the sun.” He finally said, you glanced back at him, eyes moving over him for a second before going back to the people milling around under you. “Vampires can sit in the sun as long as we’re protected from direct sunlight.” You answered. “You’ve been watching me, what do you want?” “You knew?” He asked. “Thought you were sneaky?” You asked. “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me.” “Yeah?” He asked, he stepped forward and you leaned back resting on your hands. “I wouldn’t get too close, you know that guitar isn’t just a fashion statement.” You warned him. “I know.” He nodded “I’ve seen you use it, impressive.” He continued forward until he was sitting on the ledge next to you. “What do you want?” You asked. “You seem bored.” He mumbled. “I’m bored of you dodging the question, what do you want?” You asked. “I want to offer you a prospect.” He answered. “Uh huh.” You grunted. “I want to take down someone and you could help me.” He answered. “Who?” You asked. “What?” He asked. “Who do you want to take down?” You asked. “Endeavour.” He answered. “Now that is a challenge.” You smirked, your fangs flashing in the sun. “You’d better tell me how you plan to do this and I’ll decide whether I join you.”

Spinner

🦎 Spinner was very good at withholding judgement until he'd met someone or seen someone in action which is why he never judged you for your supposed vampire attributes. 🦎 He honestly thinks the guitar is pretty cool, an instrument that doubles as weapons, and always loves when people question whether it’s a real weapon or not. 🦎 On that note Spinner never gets tired of you singing, whether you're just singing to yourself or singing for the rest of the gang (Magni and Toga are often the ones that make requests). 🦎 Your ability to go from a warm presence to a threatening entity, was honestly amazing to him.

Spinner had lost track of you a while back, you had been split up during the ambush by Redestros men, he had seen evidence of you being around considering there were objects that were primary red that had lost their colour, if you were drinking during battle you were having you use your abilities in excessive amounts. Spinner should have been paying more attention when the hulking weight smashed into his side, he recognised the grunts, it was you in your larger bat form. “You need a hand?” He asked. “I mean if you're not too busy.” You shrugged as he looked behind you at the group that had followed the larger man, he noted that you were changing back to your humanoid form and bass guitar thrown over your shoulder. “Are you hungry, do you need anything?” He asked. “No there was enough around here to get what I needed now, I just really want these guys to go away.” You answered, swinging the axe end of the base cutting the closest man’s head clean off. “Wow.” He mumbled eyes widening and cheeks heating, if his skin wasn’t green you would have seen a blush. “You okay?” You asked a smirk taking over your face as you dodged a hit from one of others, Spinner napped out of it throwing a dagger landing it straight in his heart. “I’m fine.” He mumbled as you giggled, killing yet another one of them before moving over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on let’s finish this, find the boss and get this over with so we can get back to doing nothing.” You ordered. “Sure thing.” He chuckled, cutting down another attacker.

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[lorlocks]

How did you get his real name from her, Dabi??

Anyway it’s been a minute since I did a ‘It’s Always Sunny in the LOV’ drawing, and yes for the sake of the joke hawks is sitting on Dabi’s lap.

[red-skady]

On a sunny summer day Ghost, from the hit series Call of Duty, is a thirsty little bad boy. "I'm so thirsty and shirtless," said Ghost. "I should rob the liquor store."

At the target location, the minimum wage clerks protecting the store are no match for Ghost. He then chugs and chugs alcohol until every bottle lies empty on the floor. "Oh god, we have war scheduled for tomorrow, but I'm still so thirsty."

It is then that Ghost realizes something is missing in his life.

"Maybe this thirst is more primal, Maybe what I need more than anything is the cute person reading this piece of art"

It's settled. Ghost decides that his next raid will occur at night by your bed side.

Ghost is a meticulous man. He wants everything to go as planned. At your house he finds three beds, which he immediately tries.

"This one’s too hard," he says as his back cramps up.

"This one’s too soft," he grumbles as he sinks into the mattress.

"Ooh, this one’s just right," he proclaims as he snuggles into the warm sheets. "Here we will consume our carnal lov-" But by then the sweet embrace of the snuggly bed had overcome the lusty drunk.

[muteshortgirl]

When They Confess

Slightly Cheesy?

Shinobu Kocho- Fragrance of Love

One sunny day, Shinobu invites the reader for a walk through a serene and picturesque garden. As they stroll amidst the vibrant flowers and delicate butterflies, Shinobu's heart races with nervous anticipation. She takes a deep breath and musters the courage to express her feelings.

Stopping near a tranquil koi pond, Shinobu turns to the reader with a soft smile. Her eyes, shimmering with warmth, meet theirs. She begins to speak, her voice filled with sincerity and affection.

"Ever since we met, you've brought so much brightness into my life," Shinobu says, her words carrying a gentle melody. "Your presence has been like a warm ray of sunlight, melting away the darkness in my heart. I find myself thinking of you constantly, and my admiration for you only grows with each passing day."

As she continues, Shinobu reaches into a small pouch she carries with her. With a delicate hand, she retrieves a small vial filled with a vivid blue liquid—a concoction she has prepared with her intricate knowledge of medicine and herbs.

"This vial holds a unique fragrance, crafted with love and care," Shinobu explains, her voice filled with a hint of playfulness. "Its scent is a symbol of my affection for you—a way to express my emotions beyond words."

Shinobu uncorks the vial, allowing the fragrance to waft gently in the air. The sweet aroma envelops them, creating an ethereal ambiance. She extends the vial towards the reader, their eyes meeting once again.

"I would be honored if you would accept this token of my affection," Shinobu says, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Just like this fragrance, my love for you is subtle yet profound. It may not be loud or flashy, but it's pure and unwavering. Will you allow me to cherish and protect you with all my heart?"

As Y/n takes the vial from Shinobu's outstretched hand, a gentle blush tinges their cheeks. Their heart races with joy, realizing the depth of Shinobu's feelings. With a grateful smile, they accept her confession, knowing that they have found a love as tender and beautiful as the blooming flowers in the garden.

Mitsuri Kanroji- Heartfelt Love

Mitsuri would plan the perfect day for the confession, wanting everything to be just right. She would take the reader to a serene and beautiful location, perhaps a blooming cherry blossom garden or a tranquil riverside with the sunset painting the sky in vibrant hues. Mitsuri would have a picnic prepared, filled with their favorite foods and sweets.

As they enjoy the picturesque setting, Mitsuri's heart would beat faster with every passing moment. She would take a deep breath, gathering her courage, and turn to the reader with a shy but determined smile.

"Hey, umm... Can I tell you something really important?" she would ask, her voice a little shaky, but filled with sincerity.

Y/n, sensing Mitsuri's nervousness, would give her an encouraging nod, their eyes locked on hers.

Mitsuri would fidget with her fingers for a moment, blushing furiously, before finally blurting out, "I... I love you! Like, really, really love you! You're just so amazing and kind, and every moment we spend together makes my heart feel like it's soaring through the clouds."

She would pause, a mix of anxiety and hope in her eyes, waiting for the reader's response. But before they can say anything, Mitsuri would continue with unwavering determination.

"I know I may seem a little bit clumsy or silly sometimes, but I promise you, my feelings are genuine. I want to be with you, to support you, and make you feel loved every single day. You're my sunshine, my inspiration, and the reason I smile so brightly."

Mitsuri's voice would tremble with sincerity and a touch of vulnerability. She would reach out and gently hold the reader's hand, her touch warm and reassuring.

"So, umm, what do you say? Will you... be my special someone? I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you happy, and we'll have the most amazing and love-filled adventures together!"

Her eyes would sparkle with anticipation, waiting for the reader's response, hoping with all her heart that they would reciprocate her feelings.

And as soon as words of acceptance comes from Y/n’s mouth, Mitsuri would immediately have the reader in her warm embrace.

[turniparts]

So... Life series winners as Omori characters anyone? Individual ref sheets and more info under the cut :D

Okay SO, for starters I will just say that I am biased towards Scott Smajor and that is why I made him the main character. However, I do believe that in the end he does kind of make the most sense for Sunny considering that everyone else fits better as the other characters imo. Also I used tints of blue instead of black and white bc drawing Scott in black and white just simply feels incorrect.

Anyway, Scar and Pearl are just 100% Hero and Aubrey respectively. A lot of Hero's character revolves around his charming personality, which he uses in headspace to get people to do him favors. I feel like this matches up with Scar's "too charismatic for his own good" schtick that usually happens in the life series.

Aubrey reacts to a negative experience where she was abandoned by IMMEDIATELY lashing out at everyone and becoming a social outcast, hanging out with delinquents. I don't think it's rocket science to see that Pearl, who reacted to negative experiences where she was abandoned by going crazy and lashing out at everyone, matches her character really well.

Going from there, Scott as Sunny makes sense because of his abandonment of Pearl in double life mirroring Sunny's retreat from Aubrey and his friends in how the latter reacted.

Then Grian as Mari because 1) Desert Duo(not necessarily romantic, just in how they are inextricably linked), and 2) He was the first winner and with Watcher stuff I feel like his character is best suited to Mari's role in headspace.

That left Cleo and Martyn as Kel and Basil. These two were the ones I debated the longest, because I feel like they both suit both roles. I went with Cleo as Kel because she's the one who stuck with Scott throughout every life series, like how Kel never gave up on knocking on Sunny's door.

Martyn and Scott were of course the mean gills, and Martyn won through attacking Scott despite all they'd been through together. Basil experienced the trauma with Sunny but still ended up attacking him in his fear. Plus with listener lore I feel like Martyn being the only other person to know the truth makes sense.

Also, whether you look at it in the celestial bodies interpretation(Grian Sun, Scott Stars, Pearl Moon, Martyn Mars, Scar Earth, Cleo Pluto) or tarot cards interpretation(Grian Sun, Scott Stars, Pearl Moon, Martyn Tower, Scar World, Cleo Fool), the omori characters also match up to those.

Sorry that was a lot of explanation for why I linked the specific characters I did. Onto the flowers! Scott as a poppy actually makes a lot of sense even w/out flower husbands, as it's a flower that symbolizes sleep, due to its use in sleeping gas, as well as death, which both match up with how Sunny acted in game.

Pearl is a Datura becuase of its ties to the moon(Moonflowers) as well as its other name(Devil's Trumpet) referencing her Double life character. It is also a very spiritual flower for many cultures, which ties into Aubrey and how she attends church.

Cleo being a succulent feels self explanatory, much like Kel's cactus in game they are easy to take care of and grow under many conditions.

Scar is lavender because of its associations with calming and devotion. Hero acts as the group's peace-keeper, and Scar with this role would do the same. It also has some medicinal properties like soothing headaches and having anti-inflammatory effects, which I feel fits well.

Martyn is a water lily because the season he won was the mean gills season, which I wanted to tie in. Their meaning being rebirth(which also matches the poppy) fits the way that Sunny can only face the truth after Basil nearly kills him. They also symbolize enlightenment, which again aligns with how Basil/Martyn is the only character to know the truth other than Sunny himself.

Grian is the red zinnia because firstly, I wanted him to have a red flower, and secondly its symbolism matches pretty well. Familial love, of course, represents how Mari(Grian in this case) was not only Sunny's big sister, but also acted as a sisterly figure to the other kids. While they are tough flowers, they also symbolize remembrance, pointing towards the death of Mari/Grian. I probably could've kept everyone except Scott and Martyn's flowers the same, but I actually had a lot of fun looking into flower meanings and stuff(sorry if it's not al 100% accurate).

I was honestly surprised with how many parallels I was actually able to find here. This really started as a silly thing I played with in my head because I enjoy both of these medias, but the more I thought about it, the more I went "huh, that actually does make sense", so now here we are.

@easily-distracted-by-fandom , I hope you enjoy the ramble. I also hope that I find more people who know what the heck I'm talking about lmao

Edited in an attempt to make this easier to read instead of big blocks of text lmao

[humornaut]

Sunny and Home and Basil (and Sweetheart?!)

Hey all! I've been thinking a lot about how home is represented in Omori, and especially about how Sunny thinks about home and imagines it. Omori Spoilers Ahead!

So to start this off, it has been noted quite a lot that Sunny associates the concept of home with Basil. The main thing that people point out to support this is the fact that before Memory Lane and right after the fight with Basil, it's Basil that is waiting for Sunny in front of his house to welcome him home, but there is so much more to look at when it comes to this concept.

For starters, the theme music for Basil's house in both the real world and Headspace is entitled "A Home for Flowers", but there are some very specific flowers that Basil's house is a home for. Within Headspace, it is a home for tulips, which is the flower associated with Sunny, courtesy of Basil. The other two flower versions of this are Sunflower and Daisy. Sunflower plays during the Birthday Memory of Memory Lane, and Daisy plays in Basil's Meadow after the true Something battle. Finally, the Empty version of this theme is what plays at Basil's house in the real world. Basil's home is also a home for Sunny, within Sunny's head. The Empty version shows that in the present day, Basil's home doesn't really provide any respite for either Sunny or Basil, because metaphorically, neither of them have been "home" since the Incident.

However, I'd also like to put forward that there's another big thing within Headspace that tells us a lot about how Sunny views the concept of "home".

Sweetheart's Castle

Sweetheart's Castle is a very interesting area of the game that the player spends a lot of time in. In fact, it can tell us a lot about how Sunny feels about the concept of "home" if you pay attention to the little details it gives us. For now, I would like to set aside the fact that the castle is associated with Sweetheart to talk about what happens in the castle itself.

To me, the castle is very clearly based off of Basil's house, or more specifically, the things that happen during this part of the game take a lot of inspiration from the memory of Basil's birthday.

To start out, there are four tasks that the player must complete while inside the castle. The first is assisting with preparing a strawberry cake, which is a clear parallel to the Birthday Memory, since it implies that Sunny was involved with the making of Basil's cake in the first place. The castle is also filled with many other strawberry cakes that Sunny/Omori associate with different smells, and bring the player to different areas of headspace. Check out my other analysis on Sunny's relationship with food and cooking for more details!

Within Sweetheart's bedroom, the player has to destroy a statue of Spaceboy, to be replaced with a statue of Sweetheart. In addition, Sweetheart's bedroom contains a bed that the player can rest at to heal, much like a picnic. To me, this very much relates to how Basil's bed is the only one that Sunny notes is comfortable, other than his own. It also is reminiscent of how Basil's birthday party in the Photo Album appears to have ended in a sleepover. The bedroom is also filled with different kinds of snacks and sodas, and this is also the area where you can get the Teapot weapon for Hero, and learn the Teatime skill.

Next, you have to go to the Royal Library to assist with the guest list. While I don't think the group had to think too hard at all about who was invited to Basil's birthday party, since it's pretty much just the friend group, there are some interesting things about this area. Sweetheart's Castle's purpose within Headspace is to cover up the Lost Library, so the fact that a library was included at all is interesting, considering the connotations. Within this area, you can find the Interesting Book for the "Fascinating Literature" side quest, a poetry book, and the Book charm, which can increase experience gain. To me, this relates back to Basil's love of reading, which he shared with Sunny.

Finally, you go to the Royal Ballroom to assist with preparing the Sprout Mole Choir to sing at the wedding. You might be able to say that this area is reminiscent of Basil's love of listening to Sunny and Mari practice their music, after all, it was Basil and Hero that moved all of the stools into the practice room to listen to the two. This room also contains a Sprout Mole that you can slow dance with to restore the party's Health and Juice. No matter if you dance with them with Aubrey or one of the boys, they will always say, "That was so much fun... Ah... What is this feeling? My heart is racing so fast... Thanks, hehe...". Just a little interesting thing for Sunny's mind to include in this area, specifically with the small plant creature that enjoys tofu.

The associations don't end there. There is also the Royal Gallery, which contains a bunch of art. Though we don't get to see it much in the real world, Headspace Kel notes that Basil does enjoy art, along with reading, flowers, and photography. The player can even become art in this area, by standing on a podium. You can once again do this with any character selected, so this could very much reference that Basil prefers to take pictures of his friends, since he is afraid of losing them.

Then you have the Royal Theater, where there are 11 different movies that the party could watch, which absolutely could represent how Sunny and Basil would have sleepovers where they would watch movies, or more generally represent the group watching movies as part of Basil's party. The castle also has a large garden, which is something that Sunny's mind also associates with Basil.

But What About Sweetheart?

I won't go into too much detail about what Sweetheart represents, as there is a very good post about it already, but to paraphrase what's important, Spaceboy and Sweetheart both represent aspects of Sunny, and his relationship with himself/Omori. Some people try and say it represents how Sunny really feels about how a relationship with Aubrey would go, but I think this concept is a little bit of a stretch. As far as we're concerned here, Sweetheart represents Sunny's broken idea of love following the incident, as well as his inability to even conceptualize what loving himself even means following what happened to Mari.

That being said, there is a character within Sweetheart's castle that does appear to represent someone other than Sunny...

Look at this dude, with his stupid dumb teal hair, pink hairclip and overalls. Wait

After finishing up the primary quest line in Sweetheart's Castle, you have the ability to meet a character by the name of Rococo. Rococo has some interesting similarities with Basil's story. He doesn't really have his own people due to his original planet being destroyed, in the same way that Basil doesn't really have his own family outside of his grandmother. He was taken in by Sweetheart and her family in a way that is similar to Basil being accepted into the friend group, and more specifically, how he appears to have spent a lot of time at Sunny and Mari's house. He'll paint pictures of Omori's party, in the same way that Basil in the real world would take photos of his friends, but not a lot of himself.

He sleeps on a futon with sheets made of the finest materials with a self-heating and cooling option. Seeing as Sunny recognizes Basil's bed as comfortable, this could be seen as a reference to Sunny sleeping on Basil's bed during sleepovers, while Basil himself slept on a rollout futon.

The fact that he has been sealed away from Sweetheart's castle reflects both how Headspace itself is filled with things that Basil loves while Basil is kept away from it by spending most of the game sealed away in Black Space or restricted to a picnic blanket, and how Sunny has physically shut out Basil in the real world for four years, keeping the two apart. Rococo is also depicted as being very lonely after being sealed away for so long, even growing desperate when the party tries to leave before he can tell his story, in a manner that resembles how Basil behaves during the real world segments of the game.

If you want to take the connections between Sweetheart & Rococo and Sunny & Basil literally, Rococo even says this:

Obviously, you don't have to take everything literally here if you don't believe there is any kind of romantic connection at all between Sunny and Basil, but this backstory does kind of parallel the way that the past is told in Omori. For instance, after meeting Sweetheart, Rococo has a gap in his memory of a few years leading up to he and Sweetheart falling in love and moving into the castle. Meanwhile, we know almost nothing about Sunny or Basil or anyone else in the group during the period of time between when Basil joined the friend group and when Basil started taking pictures for the photo album. Within the photo album, there are many things that imply that Sunny and Basil became closer throughout that final year than they were before, even if Basil already considered Sunny his best friend from the first picture. The falling out between Sweetheart and Rococo is more metaphorical than literal, as the thing that caused Sunny to lock Basil away both in his mind and in real life was the fact that he was a reminder of a past that Sunny desperately wanted to forget, not that Sunny was becoming more popular and receiving fan mail and requests from suitors, though you could see Rococo as representing the real Basil that was locked out and the suitors and popularity as representing the new friends that Sunny created within Headspace.

The Castle as Home

So how does this all line up with how Sunny sees "home"?

Below the castle is a little area with an NPC by the name of "The Keeper of the Castle".

The Keeper tells us that the castle takes the shape of one's deepest desires. "A place to return to. Somewhere to call home." In a way, since Sweetheart represents an aspect of Sunny, we could say that part of Sunny desires his home to be represented by this castle.

The Keeper also tells us that it knows that Sweetheart will soon leave, and it will need to look for a new owner. If you are playing the Hikikomori route, Omori will become the new owner of the castle. However, Omori/Sunny has rejected the real world in this route. He has rejected reconciling with his friends, ending the delusion, and he has rejected his special connection with Basil, with Basil's photo album no longer referring to the two as best friends, and instead referring to the friend group as a whole as Basil's best friends.

To that end, once Omori becomes the castle's new owner, all reminders of the reasons that Basil is associated with home are erased. All of the strawberry cakes, the art, the books, the garden, and Rococo himself are erased, leaving behind the "Boring Room", where all Omori/Sunny can do is sit, surrounded by pictures of a past that no longer exists, which is emblematic of how Sunny's own house must feel after those four years inside without his friends and his only family being a busy mother.

This is the hikikomori route's twisted version of Sunny "finding his way back home." No Basil, no Mewo, no Mari, and definitely no violin or Memory Lane. Only reminders of Sunny's broken family that he is confronted with every day, with all of the reminders of his friend group and especially Basil ripped away and forgotten. And this is how you get the "Welcome Home" achievement.

Hope you enjoyed!

[ponyosmom35]

light

Simon ghost Riley x reader

Liability chapter twenty six

synopsis: reader is insecure after gaining weight and Simon helps her without even realizing it.

warnings: angst, self hatred, mentions of weight gain, body image, reader is struggling, Simon is the best boyfriend.

Liability series:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

It was no secret that since that she had gained weight. When Simon would go away she slipped into a depression, struggling with her own trauma and PTSD while missing him. It happened and she was ashamed. Never having been a small woman she knew how it felt to be judged for the body you have, but never had she felt so horrible about herself. She had family members informing her that her old body was much better.

Simon had been there after she had a breakdown about the comment. The two of them had long marathon conversations about her past. He’d been her rock, as he attempted to help her work through her insecurities and fears. He taught her how to trust, how to love again. Throughout the year and a half she’d been able to call him her own,  Simon had been nothing but supportive in every aspect of her life. He made her see that she does deserve love and happiness. She was making progress in therapy and with her mental health. She was doing well, happier than ever.

The comment hurt. Then Simon had to go back to work. She was used to criticismin her life, as her large italian family was judgemental and held no filters. She became depressed instantly. She stopped leaving the house as she would grow anxious that someone would recognize her.  She would think,  ‘this person doesn’t want to talk to me because I’m so fat, they’d rather talk to anyone else’ or she’d  say ‘they just feel bad for the fat girl’ those thoughts on repeat.

It affected their relationship, she stopped wanting Simon to touch her. She felt so ugly and embarrassed. She felt that he should be with someone who was smaller. Which was so fucked up and absolutely not true. 

It wasn’t until Simon did something that completely changed her view that she was able to be a human again.

-

Today was a good day, Simon had gotten back the previous night. She found herslef in a goofy mood for the first time in weeks. She had already worked out with Simon and now they were inside making breakfast. She sat at the barstool watching as he cracked the eggs in the pan, making them sunny side up, just the way she likes it. She shamelessly admires his shirtless body. He was so big, it made her feel so safe being around him. She set her phone down and walk over to him, watching as he prepares other dishes. She leans her head against his arm and he wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to stand in front of him. Her back pressed against him as he stares down at the food, continuing to cook.

“you’re so happy today” he comments

“yeah I guess I am”

“I missed you” he says softly

“I missed me too”

Simon prepares the bacon and after cutting the strips he uses tongs to set a few down on the pan, the grease instantly splashes and Simon picks up her body and moves her behind him as he watches them simmer before adding a few more. It was a reflex, like it was nothing. She stares at him in shock as he continues cooking.

“did it get you?” he asks, glancing over at me “what?” he asks

“how - you just picked me up” She stutters

“yeah?”

“you did it so fast, like it was easy”

“what do you mean, sorry I didn’t want you to get burned” he apologizes

“no it’s okay, it just surprised me”

“why would that surprise you? do you not want me to lift you up next time?” he asks, still not understanding

“I just didn’t think that you could, I’m not skinny any more” she shrugs

Simon turns, fully facing her. The expression on his face was unreadable. He runs his hands over his face and walks over to her. He picks her up as though she was weightless and holds her bridal style. She shrieks and holds onto him, shocked that he’d done that. “love you’re not heavy”

“really?” she asks, searching for any sign of struggle in his face

“not at all”

“that makes me feel good” she smiles

“did you really think I couldn’t lift you up?” he asks as he sets her down before gripping underneath her arm pits and holding her up.

“okay ow ow ow” She complain, he sets her back down and she smiles, feeling radiant.

“my turn” she says moving over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, trying to lift him

“stop you’re gonna hurt yourself” he laughs “I can do it” she yells

“baby stop” he laughs pushing her back. She runs at him full speed, ready to dead lift him when he catches her and throws her over his shoulder. She cackles loudly as he hits her ass. She tries to move but he holds her in place. “light as a feather”

“okay okay put me down” she laughs

“you’re beautiful when you laugh” he says, holding her against his chest. She lean in, kissing him gently. “thank you, truly you have no idea how happy you’ve made me” 

He didn't need words to show her simply that her inner insecurities were nothing to him. She knew that Simon loved her, weight and looks would never change that. 

[kkongdakz]

“ A SUMM(LOV)ER SONG. ” ft. kim taerae

taerae x gn!reader, genre : fluff, warning : none, wc : 1,435

🎧 taylor swift — love story (taylor's version)

summer has always been your favorite season : the sun on your skin, the gentle morning breeze, the song of the seagulls and the sound of the waves crashing on the fine sand. something about summer made you feel good, like at home.

for as long as you can remember, you've always spent your vacations at your grandparents' house by the sea, and this year was no exception. but something had changed this time : you meet a boy.

this boy was as radiant as the sun, and despite his less-than-stellar style of clothes, he was still adorable and funny. he had a lovely voice, perfectly in tune with the sound of the waves crashing together, it was like a sweet melody, a bewitching siren song that made you capsize.

you met him around a campfire, the first of the season and also the first night you arrived. he's the first boy you've noticed, with his guitar on his lap and all eyes on him — and above all his pretty white sneakers stained with sand. « who wears sneakers at the beach anyway? » you said, but probably a little too loudly because his eyes met yours just afterwards. needless to say you wanted to hide in a hole right after, but his smile made you lose your mind. this boy had the vibe of first love — the one that lets you discover how fast your heart can beat and that butterflies in your belly, really do exist. so you settled in beside him, his shoulder brushing yours as he busied himself teaching you a few easy guitar chords. you learned that her name was taerae, and that his eyes were endowed with the most honeyed hazel color possible.

you were still wondering why you'd never met him before, when he assured you he'd been coming here every summer for years now. but in the end, it mattered little : because after that evening, you spent all your evenings, all your days, and almost all your nights in his company.

and little by little, new feelings were created between you. it began with hands brushing, like waves gently lapping against the sand, followed by soft words whispered in the ear, as the summer morning breeze blows through the palm trees, ending with an explosive first kiss, similar to fireworks launched from the beach. then your grandmother would invite him to eat her good homemade food and your grandfather wouldn't stop talking about soccer matches to him, even if taerae wasn't into sports at all. taerae was so cute and sunny that you were able to enjoy every second of this beautiful vacation thanks to him and his angelic voice.

but like every season, summer also comes to an end — and your summer was no exception. the more the days went by, the more you felt like you were walking on a tightrope, the latter ready to snap at the slightest opportunity. the sun was setting earlier, the heat was cooler, and the date on your return ticket had never been so close. a sigh left your lips as you lay on the floor of your bedroom, staring at the ceiling with misty eyes from the many tears you had shed. but suddenly, something seemed to knock against your window : like throwing pebbles at your window to get your attention.

so you straightened up — with difficulty but surely, approaching the window before sliding the curtains aside. you almost caught a rock in the face, which you narrowly avoided. « oh, okay.. » you say, staring at the deformed gray ball on your bedroom floor, until a voice outside draws your attention, « oh, sorry ! i didn't mean to throw it in your room ! »

placing your hands on the window sill, looking down from your window, your eyes found taerae's despite the half-light, his silhouette illuminated by the moon. « what are you doing here? » you asked, as he waved to you, « i have something for you, will you come with me? »

without much hesitation, you put on a jacket and walked softly over the creaky wooden floor, so as not to wake your grandparents. once you were near the door, you took one last look behind you, before stepping out like a thief. your hurried steps are instantly directed towards your summer love, and his hand found yours in a matter of seconds, his warm fingers intertwining with yours. his bright smile unconsciously stabbed your chest — it was as if your heart wanted to remind you that you'd soon no longer be facing it that much. but you decided to ignore his warnings, preferring to blindly follow your boyfriend to the beach, your footsteps illuminated by the moonlight.

the breeze was cool, but still warm enough for a summer's night, tuned to the sea, which was rather calm, like a lullaby accompanying your night. on a corner of the beach, a towel was unfolded, and a dim light next to it made the place extremely cosy, almost heavenly for you. taerae guided you and invited you to sit on it, which you did with pleasure, while watching him as tenderly as possible. « did i ever tell you you were cute? » a chuckle escaped his lips, as he nodded positively, settling down beside you while grabbing his guitar which lay right next to him. « a hundred times at least. am i still as cute as when you met me? » feeling a certain shyness crackle in your muscles, you nodded positively and leaned in to place a kiss against his cheek, « you're even cuter than before. »

taerae seemed suddenly shy — you could tell by the shifty look in his hazelnut eyes and the way his lips were pressed together. so you leaned forward, offering him your most beautiful smile as you tucked your face under his, bending your gaze into his. « what's up, honey? » you asked, in a soft voice that taerae liked to describe as melodious. he took a deep breath, before placing his hand against your cheek, tenderly caressing your skin, « i'm a little nervous but.. i wrote you a song. »

at the sound of his words, your heart exploded in your chest, racing at a speed you'd never imagined. you straightened up slowly, watching him with wide, bemused and curious eyes as he began to strum the strings of his guitar. you felt like you were falling into a deep well of happiness, the bottomless ones that make you hope your summer love will never end. his sirenic voice settled on your whole being, invading your every thought, every muscles, every free space of your being. little by little you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to crumble down your cheeks with every new word sung by taerae. your heart ached terribly — but this pain was proof that he had marked your summer with an unforgettable love. the one engraved on tree trunks, the one you tell to the moon about in the middle of the night, the one whose memories loop in your head for days on end. taerae was that incomparable, unforgettable first love, the summer one that will make this season even more special for you. and as the words are spoken, tears of joy and sadness had covered your cheeks, your being completely touched by the sincerity and beauty of his song. and the fact that you had inspired such a masterpiece, made you the happiest girl on the planet.

as the last notes of the music mingled with the summer night breeze, his apprehensive gaze, accompanied by a satisfied gleam, locked onto yours. « it was my summer love song, and it's entirely dedicated to you, y/l/n y/n. » — trying to hold back a n ugly sob, you placed your hands against his cheeks briskly, drawing taerae's face to yours to kiss his lips passionately and lovingly. then his fingers slipped innocently around your hips, pulling you close to him, practically making you climb onto his lap while not breaking your kiss for a second. it was like fireworks again, your heart in turmoil, ready to explode with love at any opportunity. you couldn't speak — you weren't good with words like he was, but you could show taerae how grateful and touched you were through the feverish kisses that faded towards his rosy lips.

and by the i love you you whispered in his ear as the last summer sun rose.

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