#thank you though i needed the encouragement

[yaniblvsh]

민호 — IMAGINARY NO MORE

ⓘ ..where your friend, who everyone else thinks is imaginary, suddenly proves himself to be real in a dangerous situation.

𝑔enre : 𝒻 luff, a drop of 𝒶ngst and 𝒸omfort (the big three !)

𝒻riend.ᐟlee minho × 𝑔n.ᐟreader

💌 — YANI’S LOVE LETTER

oh. my. gosh. i cannot believe i am back on this account! it’s been a minute since i’ve wrote ; how is everyone?! i am so sorry for just reblogging posts over and over again, then moving to another account.. but, now i have this one all freshened up, so i can continue to write on here. thank you so much for your support! also, for the pictures, no this fic has nothing to do with flowers, what was i meant to put? i’m sorry if this floppity flopped, another fic will be coming soon!! anyway, i hope you enjoy this one, my debut.. again!

you had a friend. an amazing friend called lee minho. he first appeared when you were playing alone at the park, and ever since that day, you two have been the best of friends.

whenever you would try to introduce minho to someone, anyone, he would disappear. into thin air. everyone thought that minho was just imaginary, but you knew he was real. he had three cats at home, loved to dance and sing and even made you dinner every week. an imaginary friend can’t do that.

so, when your mother forced you to go to a psychiatrist, you were encouraged to tell the woman all about minho. you swore on that day he came with you, but when you turned to the right where he was sat down before, all you saw was an empty spot on the couch. it looked like as if nobody had sat there in the first place.

“i.. i swear he was just here! you have to believe me!”

your mother, you remembered how disappointed she looked. she looked at the psychiatrist with a frown, and then at you with an even deeper frown. when you guys came home, your mother said something that would change your whole life.

“you’re going to a mental hospital. you leave next week.”

you couldn’t believe it. you looked all around the house for minho, to tell him how horrible he was and where he got you, and frankly, he wasn’t anywhere, not even in the mini fort you made for him.

maybe you were hallucinating.

but you always forgave minho in the end. so, when you saw him sitting on your bed at the hospital, you couldn’t hold back your smile. he had even brought a few snacks and board games, your favourites.

once again, thinking that here would be different, you told everyone how amazing minho is. so, they asked to see him. you nodded happily and ran off to your room. there, minho was, humming a song, holding onto your teddy.

“minho~”

you smiled, clearly excited to show off your friend,

“i have some people that want to meet you. don’t disappear this time, okay?”

minho.. he looked worried for a minute. he quickly masked it though with his regular expression, and nodded.

“ah.. okay.”

excited, you dragged him along to the courtyard. but, right when you were about to reach everyone, you couldn’t feel his hand anymore. maybe he just had to fix himself, you thought to yourself. you walked towards the big group of other mental people, all chanting,

“minho! minho! minho!”

you giggled, overjoyed on how excited they were to meet your friend. you told them that he would be here in a minute, and they all continued to chant.

seconds turned to minutes, and after half an hour, it was clear that this “friend” of yours was not coming. the huge crowd erupted. some had left, but a group of boys had stayed behind. one strutted on toward you, while the other four followed closely behind, like a ringmaster and all his little puppets.

“you think you’re funny, huh?”

the so-called ringmaster proclaimed. he pushed you slightly, but enough to make you stumble and fall to the ground. the boy scoffed,

“where’s minho? hm?”

you stayed quiet, embarrassed, and very angry at minho. he said that he would come. where was he when you needed him most?

after a bit more of verbal, the group got bored and started to beat you up. punch after punch and a few kicks if they felt like it. the whole way through, they would call out,

“where is he? nobody’s come to save you!”

your head started to pound, and it felt dizzy. your throat was tight, and your eyes were starting to well up with tears. just when you were about to let go, everyone paused. the silence was eerie.

you sat up, leaning up against the fence behind you. you rubbed your eyes and looked up ; minho was there. you gasped as he stood guard in front of you, like a rock, like a knight in shining armor, your knight in shining armor.

“here i am.”

he muttered. that was when the boys realised that you were right. you were actually telling the truth. they screamed, and ran off back into their rooms.

minho walked over to you. his eyes stared at your condition. you were on the floor, panting and bruised. he dusted you off and sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“minho?”

you mumbled, your hands still shaking from shock and your head still feeling a bit strange.

“hm?”

he replied, his hand moving to your chin. minho pulled your face up to look at him. he looked at your face, examining your injuries. he tutted. those silly boys definitely did a number on you.

“why weren’t you there before? when i needed you most?”

you asked, looking up at him with drier but not dry eyes. minho’s expression changed as he frowned, just like how your mother frowned at you all those weeks ago. he gently pushed your head onto his shoulder. his hand paused for a moment. the silence was so loud that you could almost hear everyone around staring at the two of you. eventually, minho broke the quiet, his words were simple but they made your heart ache.

“i was busy.”

you pouted, feeling more tears in your eyes, daring to spill out. minho saw this and shook his head, silently telling you not to cry.

“it was always when i wanted to show you to someone that you went away.”

you replied, your hand finding itself trapped in minho’s. your hand trembled ever so slightly, and minho tried to calm you down by rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand, it was terribly soothing.

minho stayed silent for a moment, his arms around you growing tighter. he pulled you even closer until your face was buried in the crook of his neck. he took one more deep breath before answering you.

“i didn’t want them to see me,”

minho’s hands came up to cup your face, pulling you away from his shoulder. he held your face, his thumb gently grazing over a bruise on your cheek. his eyes were serious as he leaned closer. his voice was quiet, words coming out slowly,

“…i don’t trust other people.”

you sighed, looking around yourself. he got you here. he made everyone think that you were crazy and deserved to be in the mental hospital.

“you’re the reason i’m in here, you know that, right?”

minho’s features seemed to soften as you said those words. his fingers brushed over your cheek delicately. his eyes traced your face, noticing every single mark and bruise on you. he was quiet for a moment. finally, he spoke once again, his word coming out in a quiet tone,

“i know.”

another moment of silence passed between the two of you as his eyes stayed locked on your face. his fingers still gently tracing over your cheek, until his hand slid down to your chin. minho moved your head, so your gaze would meet his.

he studied your face once again. eyes flickering from bruised cheek, to your lips, then back up to your eyes. minho’s was expression hard to read. then, he spoke up once again, his voice so quiet, you would’ve barely heard it if you weren’t so close.

“i should’ve been there.”

minho’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer than ever before. his heart was beating fast, it almost felt like it would jump out of his chest. his other hand was still on your chin, his eyes locked with yours,

“i’m sorry.”

you didn’t need to think. even though your friend got you here, and made everyone think you were crazy, you still wanted to forgive him. he was too important to you. you stuttered,

“i.. i forgive you.”

minho’s shoulders relaxed after you forgave him. a small sigh escaped his lips as relief washed over him. he leaned closer to you, his forehead now touching yours. minho closed his eyes, and gently nuzzled your cheek with his. minho whispered, his voice so quiet and soothing,

“…thank you.”

“i really care about you, minho,”

you declared, burying your head into his broad shoulder once again. his scent was of vanilla and fresh strawberries, like home. he smelled of home.

minho’s eyes snapped open at your words. his heart lurched in his chest hearing you say that. he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

he moved his head away from yours, so he could look at you once more. minho’s expression looked fond as he stared at you. he raised a hand to your cheek, softly stroking your cheekbone and whispered,

“i care about you too.”

minho’s eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions. his hand came up to brush your hair out of your face. his hand paused for a moment as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. he pulled you even closer until your head rested on his shoulder.

he took a deep breath before mumbling,

“i care about you more than i care about anyone.”

“minho..”

you muttered. minho heard the tone in your voice and knew what you were about to say. his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer than before. he gently placed his chin on your head, while his hand ran up and down your back.

he didn’t say anything, only waited.

“i.. i love you.”

minho’s grip on you tightened. his arms were wrapped around you, holding you so close, it was almost like he was scared to let go. he nestled his face deeper into your hair, taking in your scent as he tried to calm himself down.

eventually, he spoke again, his words were quiet but still loud enough for you to hear,

“…i love you more.”

[bloomstream]

bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗

( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)

⋆˚࿔ crushed reps

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship

authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.

also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you. 

when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.

and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!” 

eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?” 

once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life. 

eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier. 

you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.

eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.

at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.

eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one. 

you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.

your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.

denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle. 

he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)

once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it. 

denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.  

getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines. 

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.

he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.

from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you. 

he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside. 

hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should. 

hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.  

the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”

if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)

you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.

though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up. 

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind. 

hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post. 

he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…

eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.

hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.

even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)

you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.

hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)

you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.

if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up. 

[five-rivers]

providence 1

[You might have noticed my absence from the phic phight up until now, but I've been working on this all month! This is the first chapter of a completed fic that is 9 chapters long. The prompts used are from @alexapiper @ash-rabbit @kinglazrus, with special thanks to @jackdaw-sprite @datawyrms and Lexie for beta and encouragement. Also tagging @kawaiijohn because although I didn't quite hit your prompt it's in very close proximity and it helped inspire me.]

[CW: Later chapters have some dissec.]

“Clockwork?” called Danny, softly, standing on the ground just outside the wide open doors. It felt more polite, somehow, to walk in, rather than flying. Normally, he might not care so much about being polite, but… He looked around the entrance of the tower, spotting lingering evidence of the fight with, well. With the other Danny. Phantom. Evil future Danny.

Danny hoped he picked a name soon. Figuring out what to call him when he hadn’t was annoying at best and terminally confusing at worst. He at least needed a distinct nickname or something. Because Formerly Evil Danny just wasn’t cutting it.

(Tucker was calling him Shadow the Hedgehog, and Danny hadn’t played enough Sonic the Hedgehog to know if that was a valid reference or not.)

He shifted the weight of the bag in his hands, debating just… dropping it off. That felt rude, but after everything, barging into Clockwork’s home would be extra rude. Especially since it would be him doing the barging. Him, Danny, aka an alternate version of the person that had wrecked Clockwork’s home, merged with him, and broke the timeline to the point of weakening his powers indefinitely.

Then again, the doors were open, he had a strong sense of being watched, and despite visiting before, Danny was always curious about the inside of the tower. Time and space were, after all, sort of the same thing, and it seemed like he noticed something new and interesting every time he was there.

And he was worried about Clockwork.

Being forcibly merged with another ghost couldn’t be healthy, not to mention the damage to the timeline.

Maybe he’d just–

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork from the depths of a shadow.

Danny jumped into the air, startled, then, sheepishly, set himself back down on the floor. Clockwork could time jumpscares perfectly, and the way only his outline and the glow of his eyes were visible only added to the effect.

“Hi,” he said. Then he held up the bag. “I brought–”

“Apology fudge, several types of tea, and a thumb drive with an almost certainly unnecessary security update for my time medallions.”

“Tucker wanted to contribute, and he didn’t have enough time to finish the scarf,” explained Danny, lingering on the threshold.

“Naturally,” said Clockwork. “Do come in, Daniel.” Clockwork faded back into the shadows and Danny followed.

“So,” said Danny, trailing after Clockwork, “how is cleaning up going? The, um, repairs?”

From what Danny could see, they weren’t going anywhere. Or, at least, they hadn’t progressed past the point of pushing rubble to the sides and making the walls whole. This was only the entryway.

(The view of the tower from the distance hadn’t been great, either, though. Cracks big and small ran through the whole structure, giving it a ruined and abandoned appearance. Glimpses of things inside the tower through cracked walls and shattered glass didn’t help. At one point, Danny had mistaken a shiny silver gear for the white of an enormous eye. At least, he hoped that it was actually a gear.)

Clockwork cast a glance back over his shoulder, the dim lighting leaving the left side of his face in shadow. “Well enough. It is the damage to time that I am focused on, rather than the damage to my dwelling.”

“Is there anything I could help with?” offered Danny, uncertainly. “Or– You probably don’t want me here.” Which was painful enough on its own. “I could just drop these off–”

He tripped over a loose stone in the floor.

“Flying wouldn’t be rude,” continued Clockwork, apparently choosing to ignore Danny’s rambling. “We are both ghosts.”

“Right,” said Danny, lifting off and flying after Clockwork. “Where are we going?”

“My workshop,” said Clockwork. “There is something I want to show you.”

Despite his general (and possibly misplaced) guilt, Danny perked up. Despite scattered visits to Clockwork (mostly for apologies regarding various temporal misadventures or attempts at paying Clockwork back), he’d never seen Clockwork’s workshop.

They traveled through a short passageway, full of all sorts of wall clocks, from old-fashioned pendulum and weight clocks to cuckoo clocks to cat-shaped clocks with swinging tails to clocks that could have come from a Casper High classroom to utilitarian digital clocks. Some of the clocks were whole and functional. Many more were broken and still. The edges of the hall, the corners where the walls met the floor, were covered with broken glass.

At the end of the passageway was a set of cracked-glass doors. In the cracked glass, Danny saw reflections. But not reflections of the hallway as it was. There were flashes of purple, of white fire, of impossibly huge, bloodshot eyes. Danny spun, reflexively trying to see what was behind them.

“The doors–”

“An unfortunate side-effect,” said Clockwork.

“Of what?” asked Danny, turning back to the door. The eyes were gone, at least, but, as a matter of personal preference, the Nasty Burger mid-explosion wasn’t much better.

Clockwork just held open the door, head still tilted slightly away from Danny. Keeping one eye on Clockwork (he was acting weird, even for him), Danny slid into the room.

Oddly, the first impression Danny had was of the basement lab back home in Fentonworks. The colors were different - stone and brass with highlights of blue and purple, as opposed to plastic and chrome with highlights of green and red - but the workbenches had the same feeling of cluttered organization, of chaos with bubbles of order around ongoing projects.

But those projects weren't like anything Danny had seen in the lab.

There was one of the time viewers, the image in it glitching and blurring around the edges, a set of candles full of nails in strange patterns, something like a pair of glasses with over a dozen lenses held onto it with spidery arms, a small wall clock casing full of what appeared to be an ocean, a detailed map of a galaxy, stuck with pins, an exquisitely detailed orrery with dozens of planets–

Danny pulled himself away from the orrery (the model of Jupiter had over a dozen moons!), then a grandfather clock that included the phases of the moon, then the pieces of a tiny and absolutely precious pocket watch, laid out on a piece of black velvet, and, then, finally, he was able to return his attention to Clockwork, who, thankfully, didn’t seem upset. Much.

He still wasn’t looking directly at Danny, instead studying something on a nearby table. Danny couldn’t tell what, exactly, with Clockwork’s solid-color eyes.

“What did you want to show me?” Danny asked.

Clockwork picked one clock - a small, old-fashioned alarm clock - up from a teetering stack of books on the table and handed it to Danny, taking the bag of fudge, tea, and tech from him and putting it on an empty stool. “Wait a minute.”

There was a ratcheting sound, and, all at once, the bells of the tower began to toll, from the enormous, booming bell at the very top of the tower, to the shrill alarm clock in his hands. Danny startled at the sudden noise, inadvertently throwing the alarm clock into the air. He lunged for it, trying to catch it before it could knock into something important or delicate. He did, but then he knocked into something important: the time viewer.

Or, he thought he’d knock into it. Instead, he slipped into its surface, like it was a portal, before Clockwork caught him by the elbow.

“Careful,” he said, almost teasingly. He tapped the top of the still-ringing alarm clock with his staff, silencing it.

Danny blinked, frowned, then wriggled, pulling himself out of the viewer. Clockwork let go of his arm and drifted backward, holding his staff with both hands and morphing into his oldest, most wizened form. Only his mouth and red eyes were visible beneath the shadow of his hood.

“What was that?” asked Danny. “I thought that you needed one of your medallions to go through one of those.”

“Perhaps,” said Clockwork. “But if that is the case, then how has this occurred?”

“Are you… asking me?”

“That is generally what is implied, with a question,” said Clockwork.

“Um,” said Danny. He looked down at the alarm clock. “Is this a time medallion, somehow? Like, not the shape, obviously, but…”

“And how would you test that hypothesis?” asked Clockwork.

Danny looked back up at Clockwork, then at the clock again. He put it back on the table, then, hesitantly, touched the time viewer. His hand went right through it, up to the wrist, before he snatched it away. He looked down at it with consternation.

“So, I guess that isn’t it,” he said.

Clockwork hummed noncommittally.

“You’re going to have to give me a hint, here,” said Danny.

“Consider: do you have what is, perhaps, an unusual relationship with time?” asked Clockwork.

Danny stared at him blankly, and Clockwork sighed.

“Have you had any uncommon interactions with the timeline in your past? Have you done things with time that wouldn’t be possible for a normal person?”

A blush rose in Danny’s cheeks. Yes, he knew he had an ‘unusual relationship’ with time. He’d time traveled more often than Marty McFly (probably, he hadn’t counted). Normal people didn’t do that. But the way that Clockwork asked had made it seem like there was some other meaning.

“Well, yeah. But when I asked you to send me back to Vlad’s accident I still had to use…” He trailed off. “That was before, um, Phantom, um.” Danny sucked his lips in, unsure of how to phrase what had happened delicately, much less clearly. “The weird time slips, those were all centered on me. Everyone else who noticed them was close to me.”

“In more ways than one,” agreed Clockwork.

Danny looked back at the glitching time viewer and made a face at it. The image was of a distant forest fire, smoke billowing up from the side of a hill. It hadn’t seemed particularly threatening before, but now that he knew he could fall in by mistake, he wondered if he shouldn’t edge away from it.

He looked back at Clockwork, meeting both red eyes for a split second. “Is that the only…” He trailed off, surprised.

Clockwork turned away again, swiftly. “Unfortunately, the nature of these effects makes it difficult for me to see with any clarity.”

Danny shook his head, forcibly reorienting himself on the conversation. He could process what he’d seen later. Hopefully. “You were still able to do the mind-reading trick pretty well.”

The corner of Clockwork’s lip that Danny could see twitched upward. “As I have told you before, I cannot read minds. I can only see timelines where you say what you are thinking.”

“Which is basically the same as reading minds,” replied Danny, thankful that they’d had this exchange so many times that his response was automatic. His thoughts were spinning, and stopping himself from blurting them out was close to impossible, so it probably was a good thing Clockwork couldn’t read minds.

“It is significantly more prone to error,” said Clockwork, with a shrug. “In any case, now you are aware of this phenomenon.”

“Right,” said Danny. He nodded to himself, as if the gesture would magically grant him the ability to know what he was doing. “Now I know. Your–” He cut himself off and chewed on his bottom lip. “Is there anything I can do to help you fix things? Or even just clean up?”

“I was under the impression that you were spending most of your time trying to learn how to be a bridge between humans and ghosts,” said Clockwork, rearranging tools on one of the workbenches.

“Well, yes,” said Danny, “but helping out is part of that, right? And this is, you know, sort of my fault, so…”

Clockwork paused, put down the tool he was holding, then looked directly at Danny. Which meant that Danny saw Clockwork’s scar again, and the way it had changed.

He swallowed.

“The events that led to this damage were not your fault, Daniel.”

“They kind of were, though,” said Danny, his shoulders rising. “I mean, it’s my fault that the other me exists, so, this is, too.”

Clockwork raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer that the other Phantom not exist?”

“No,” said Danny, hurriedly. “At the beginning, but– But not now.” After separating from Clockwork and being stabilized by the clone, future Danny was much less murdery.

“He is his own person, separate from you, and has been so for some time. His actions are not yours, and your actions are not his.”

Danny licked his lips, wanting to protest, but nodded. Then, unable to stop himself, blurted, “Clockwork, your scar–”

“And that is certainly not your fault,” said Clockwork, covering the eye and turning away again.

Danny felt his heart drop. He wanted to believe that, but with how Clockwork was acting, he couldn’t. The last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar–

When was the last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar? Had it been right after the fight with the fused Phantom-and-Clockwork? Or had Clockwork been hiding it then? Had it been before? Danny couldn’t remember.

Either way, the last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar, it had been a simple, healed-over gash, dark against ghostly flesh, rather than pale the way a human scar would be, thin and straight, almost the platonic ideal of a scar. Now, it was a twisting, branching thing, with burnt edges. Danny knew that shape. He knew it intimately.

He raised his hand to touch his chest, just below his heart.

“You will need to leave now, if you are to return before your parents miss you,” said Clockwork. “Remember that they no longer are aware of your secret.”

Danny nodded, and while he didn’t flee the tower, he left at a far greater speed than he’d entered. As he flew back to the portal, two, no, three thoughts ran through his mind over and over again.

Why did Clockwork’s scar now look like a Lichtenberg figure? What had done that to him?

What could Danny do to help?

[loveu2themoonandsaturn]

Nurse Harrington to the Rescue

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

a/n: warning, highly self-indulgent and hastily written sick fic ahead because I’ve been unwell and wish I was being cared for by this motherfucker and not myself, lmfao. also, no clue why, but the scoops ahoy hat was super giving nurse/candy striper realness to me so that’s the gif you all get to go with this. I’m posting this and then I’m going to bed. reblogs, likes, comments etc. are always encouraged and appreciated, my beloveds.

while this work is benign, this blog is 18+ so MINORS DNI

tags: sick reader (very, very vague, could literally be any short-term illness), no pronouns used toward reader, steve harrington is a blushy little simp and a huge sap, no use of y/n (because we watched two seasons of fleabag and never learned the main character’s name so at this point i’m learning from the school of phoebe waller-bridge), reader cracks a joke at the expense of straight men, not beta’d because author wrote this while feeling like a pile of shit 🩵

w/c: 1.1k

The sound of your groan echoes down through the hall of your shared apartment as Steve rushes to make it back from the kitchen to your side, a cup of tea, a glass of water and some pain medicine in tow.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m sorry, shhh,” he says lowly as he crossed the threshold of your bedroom door.

“Don’t need to apologize. Just sucks,” you say from your spot on the bed. The very same spot you’d been occupying for the past several days now.

You’d fallen ill over the weekend, the sickness bringing with it aches and pains and all sorts of other fun symptoms. God knows you’ve been better.

You chuckle to yourself now, though, always one to make light of a shit situation. “You know, I think I may finally be experiencing nearly half the agony the average straight man does when he catches a cold,” you snort, looking at your very kind and patient boyfriend who has dedicated himself to playing your doctor, nurse, personal chef, maid… the list has only grown as the days have passed.

Steve spares you a smile, briefly, but is clearly very preoccupied, worry only growing when you let out another pained noise. That smile quickly becomes a grimace at that. He frowns, looking down at the person who always takes up all of his waking thoughts when things are good… seeing you like this? He’s struggled to have a thought that isn’t about you for at least the last 48 hours.

“Here, sweetie, take these,” Steve says as he starts putting some of the many things he had been juggling down on the bedside table. He produces the bottle of pain killers from his pocket and presses it into your palm. He pushes the glass of water closer to you, almost as if he thinks you might strain yourself reaching another two inches over for it. You’re thankful for the thought he gives you even in spite of its potential inaccuracy. You weakly smile up at him. “Thanks Steve. You’re too good to me,” you say, tossing pills onto your tongue before taking a sip of water.

Steve, who has become startlingly easy to fluster since high school ended, just blushes, scratching the back of his head before running a hand through the ever-perfect poof of hair that lives on top of his head. “Of course… s’the least I can do when you’re not feeling well, love,” he says, a pitying smile resting on his lips as he looks back at you.

You make a noise of disagreement around your mouthful of pills and water, swallowing. “You didn’t have to stay home from work today, I would have been alright on my own. Some of these daytime soaps aren’t even half bad,” you joke. “I could have managed. I appreciate all the work you’re putting in to helping me get better,” you say as you reach for his hand, fighting the urge to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

Steve just shakes his head though, adoring eyes taking stock of you. He lets go of your hand to press both of his into the sides of your face, leaning down to look into your eyes. “I’d much rather be here and judge the sick-day soap opera quality in person,” he chuckles out with a smile that crinkles his eyes just so. “But seriously, there’s nowhere else I would be right now. Wouldn’t have been able to focus at work anyways knowing you were feeling all crummy,” he says, squeezing your face gently to tell you he’s being serious.

If you didn’t “feel all crummy,” as your beloved boyfriend so eloquently put it, you really would have swooned at that. How sweet could one man be?

As you are, you hum, sighing gently so as to not rouse any of your present pains. “You’re cute, you know that?” you tell Steve.

There’s that blush again.

“Anyway,” he starts, “I’m gonna run out to the deli and get you soup. I’ll be back before you know it.” He starts toward the door, only pausing when you protest.

“Wait… please stay? Just for a bit? The deli doesn’t close until eight tonight, I’d much rather have you here with me for a little bit,” you say, pouting. If Steve didn’t know how unwell you were, he might have thought it was on purpose.

“I dunno, baby… You haven’t eaten much today, I’d really like to get some food in you,” he says, biting his lip as he considers. God, it’s cute.

“Just an hour, and then I’ll release you to your duties as a personal shopper and courier,” you joke, negotiating. Steve curses mentally, damning how easily you can always convince him. He tries to hold on to some semblance of control here though, pretending to think it over a bit more.

“Just one hour? And then no funny business?” he says, looking at you sternly, though there’s no heat behind it.

“On my great-great grandfather’s grave, no funny business. I’ll put the keys in the ignition myself, scout’s honor,” you say, a hopeful look in your eyes. It’s the most energy Steve has seen you have in days; he can’t really bring himself to take that away from you now.

“You most certainly will not be putting any keys in any ignitions or doing anything outside of this bed until that fever breaks, you got me?” Steve says, mom mode activated. It makes you laugh, something you helplessly try to stifle. You straighten yourself up, trying to return to your serious negotiator persona.

“I got you. Does that mean you’re staying?” Steve could bury the lede all he wants with you, but you were always going to find it. He sighs in defeat.

“One hour,” he says as he crawls into the bed, startling you.

“Hey, hey, thought you didn’t want to get sick!” you say; now it’s your turn to sound concerned.

Steve just shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “I’ll be okay. And if I’m not, I’m sure I’ve earned myself a truly lovely nurse to bring me back to health,” he mutters, kissing the top of your head one, two, then three times.

You grumble at this, but secretly, you’re grateful for the affection.

He holds you like that for exactly an hour, true to his word, even though you fell asleep just 10 minutes in, the tea he had made for you long forgotten. He scoots out of the bed, gentle as he makes his way out the door.

You sleep soundly, unaware he was ever even gone until he returns with plastic takeout containers of your favorite soup from the deli and a smile on his face. He loves to take care of you like this, and how could he not?

You’re his favorite person, the love of his life. He could do this every single day.

[crushmeeren]

Megumi’s not lost. He’s wandering.

Wandering through the forest from one side of Japan to the other, no specific destination set in stone. He spends most his time in familiar form, quite content to live the life of a wolf. His eyesight is sharper, hearing and smelling an entirely different world than when he’s human.

He prefers the awareness and stealth that comes with it thank you very much.

Somewhere near Osaka is where he starts, planning on perusing all the way to Aomori, but his journey comes to a halt on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Megumi had, without conscious thought, drifted towards you, towards your shop. As though a string had been attached to his heart, gently tugging and pulling, encouraging him in the direction of Tokyo.

Birds chirp, the sun rising in vibrant reds and oranges, and Megumi’s paws are silent as he approaches the tree line. The grass is wet with dew, which Megumi continues to find irritating, when he hears the chime of a bell and the opening of a door nearby. His muscles go taut, ears perking and swiveling.

He didn’t realize he’d gotten so close to a human village.

Megumi sniffs the air, the well known scent of bergamot flooding his nose — a witch. He creeps closer to the tree line, making sure to stay hidden, and sees you. Appearing to be opening your witchcraft shop for the day.

His head tilts to the side, an intense sense of urgency buzzing like bees in his chest, and he’s dumbfounded as to why his mind screams for him to reveal himself. Then he catches the spicy scent of nutmeg and his legs are moving.

Megumi freezes as he steps into view, a soft gust of air rustling his fur, and his heart thunders because what. the. fuck. is he doing???

You turn from where you’d been adjusting a sign, spotting him with ease. Your smile is so kind and so warm, Megumi’s heart squeezes against his ribs.

“I knew you were on your way,” you say, wiping the dirt from your hands on your jeans. You speak as if he’s an old friend who’s stops by for lunch every Friday.

A million questions tumble through Megumi’s mind. He remains quiet, head tilting in curiosity.

Your smile grows brighter. “So you can understand me, good to know I’m not embarrassing myself here.” Arms crossing over your chest you explain, “I had a dream, a vision if you will, of a kind, dark wolf appearing. That my familiar would find me soon. That’s you, right?”

Megumi is shocked and stunned and confused and his heart’s jumping for joy — he ignores that one, and nods. Because, crazy as it seems, his need to stay runs bone deep.

You hold steady eye contact for a moment before breaking, rolling your eyes with a playful smile as you spin in the opposite direction. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. Let me show you around the shop since you’ll be staying awhile, Megumi.”

The hot rush down his spine as his name falls from your lips should scare him. And maybe you knowing his name without him telling you should scare him too.

It doesn’t.

Megumi follows on fast paws, eager for once.

He was never lost, only searching.

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[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Astro yearning plz 🫶

Astro Yearning For The Reader!

Here to feed the Astro simps! Here you go, dear, hahaha, I love you so much, thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Astro is not usually so clingy but there are many times where he feels like yearning for you so much! It's usually when he hasn't felt your touch in so long and after a long day. Your presence calms him down and makes a smile grow on his face. Astro always likes to lean against you as you hold him close, he feels his muscles relaxing almost immediately while he hears your sweet voice and feels your arms around him. He likes staying quiet as he listens to you talk about your own day, replying here and there.

-Your voice is enough to make him sleepy and he sometimes tends to sleep in your arms peacefully. It's something you are used to but Astro sleeps extra quickly when he is by your side and in your warm embrace. He has a smile on his face as he gathers his energy throughout his nap. Sometimes you like to sleep together like this with him as he takes a nap and when he wakes up, he always has enough energy to send you a good dream as he lovingly caresses your face.

-When you are away, he really wants to be by your side but he knows that sometimes your schedules just don't usually allow it. You have other toons you promised to hang out with or things to do related to you and just life in gardenview in general. You know that Astro likes to take naps often and you wish to not disturb him as he needs all the energy he can get to give everyone good dreams at night. Though a lot of times, he makes up for it by spending time with you as much as he can. You are the only one where he can relax and save energy even when he spends time with you.

-But sometimes he does find it in him to maybe just.. look for you. He can't really help it, he yearns a lot for you and it's hard to stop it when he knows you are in this place somewhere. Astro really misses how your arms feel around him or even laying against you. If he sees you not so busy, he will come up to you and greet you happily, wanting to spend time relaxing with you. If you are, he just softly smiles at you before going back to his room and hope you come back soon.

-One thing you do which he really appreciates it is if you bring the fluffiest blankets and best pillows for you and him to cuddle in and just quietly talk about your day as he can stay awake now. If you feel tired, he might encourage you to sleep so he can give you the best dreams. He can also just sneak in your dream and do things together with you when he couldn't during the day. Though Astro doesn't mind if you wanna focus on your dream, he feels happy seeing you smile and having fun with what he came up for you.

-If you are a toon that stays awake quite late, Astro is happy to spend time with you doing anything. He might need to focus on checking on everyone's dreams and making sure everything is okay but after he is done, he is happy to focus on you only. He doesn't let you stay up for TOO long though, but if you are a toon that stays up all night like him, he feels happy sleeping with you during the mornings, hoping that his powers still reach you to give you lovely drrams.

-Astro will get pretty moody if he hasn't spend any time with you. He knows sometimes it's really hard but he really wants to be by your side and feel you close to him. When you hold his cheeks so gently and stroke them, he feels himself smiling and blushing as he leans into your touch more and more. He is not particularly mean to others but it's pretty obvious that he feels pouty and misses you so so much. He just wants to relax and sleep in your arms or even just stare into your lovely face.

-He might find himself walking to find you without himself realizing, his eyes half closed, not really paying anything any attention as his only goal is to go to you. Someone might have to snap him out of it by calling his name loudly or even shaking him a bit. Astro doesn't really realize what he does but they are times where he finally finds you and lays against you, even if he is LITERALLY standing up and he still manages to sleep there!!

-It doesn't even matter what you do or even how much you move, because Astro is in deep sleep as he is simply smiling and leaning against you! Hell, you could even start walking and he is STILL on you! At least he does this on your back usually to not disturb you too much or limit your movements. You don't know how but even if you get up or sit down, Astro is literally unfazed as he does the same. You don't know if you should feel amused or concerned but you can tell he feels calm and relaxed.

-Astro just can't seem to stay away from you for too long. Your touch is very calming and he is addicted to it, okay? Don't judge him too much! He really just wants to lean against you and yearns for you so much when you are away for too long. He also just wants to hear your voice, even if he is taking a nap on you. Your voice is like a sweet melody to him or even the things you do, he really likes hearing it as he sleeps unless you are working on something that makes a lot of noise, but they are times where he sleeps through it.. surprisingly.

Thank you for reading! <3

[princescribbler]

TIMES YOUR RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC REALLY COUNTS

Sometimes, life is easy. There's enough to go around, there's good times for most, and life seems positive. In those good moments, having a CG/l or ABDL dynamic can be fun, cute, and even silly. It's the good on top of the good, the proverbial cherry on the hot fudge sundae of life.

At other times, the world seems to be collapsing. Maybe your personal life isn't working, and you just can't figure out how to make sense of things. Maybe your health is the problem, or finances, or anxiety, work, personal crap, whatever problem you've got, it makes life harder. In those moments, you might even give up on your relationship dynamic(s), thinking that the dynamic isn't serving you, or doesn't make some aspects of life any easier. You think that having a hard time means your relationship dynamic must not matter.

I personally believe that in challenging times, this relationship dynamic is actually more important, more powerful. When you can fall back on systems and rules and interactions that provide stability and reassurance, you no longer rely on executive function, on careful decision making and weighing up every pro and con. Instead, you can turn to your dynamic(s) for comfort, support, and safety.

Momma @giggle-byte and I just had a spectacular weekend away with friends. We had a lovely time together, and were privileged to attend the wedding of some beautiful, deserving, wonderful people. But when we came home, I got sick. I got REALLY sick. I have an autoimmune condition, so I tend to really ramp up the sickness when I get it, and that was very true this time. Fever was annoying, but the pain was the real problem: I couldn't swallow, and the throat just got worse by the hour! It was hard to let momma help me, even though i needed help! I felt like a shitty partner, overly demanding and selfish. I felt I was a total wimp for not being tougher, or for getting panicked when my throat closed up from swelling. Instead of teasing, mocking, or ignoring my issues, @giggle-byte was amazing, taking care of me even at 2 am, giving me round the clock attentiveness and care. I cannot express how much it HELPED having this style of dynamic, which for us includes some D/s aspects as well. Knowing that my sweetheart, that my queen, my wife, the love of my life was there to care for me and watch out for me turned a miserable experience into one i can use to draw strength.

Because I know now that no matter how I feel, how sick, how tired, how scared or worried or weepy or uncomfortable, i have my incredible partner ready to support me and care. I cannot say enough how much that means to me, or how much SHE means to me. I cannot express with words, however verbose and flowery, the depth of my love and appreciation for her care.

If you have an ABDL, Caregiver/little, or similar relationship dynamic, i encourage you to rely on that in times of stress, or to "lean in" as momma so intelligently puts it. Sometimes, the thing that will make you feel safe and alright again...is just waiting for you to realize it's there. It's the daily dynamics you forget are part of your relationship, and they can come through for you in important ways.

So, to momma: Thank you for caring for me, my love. Thank you for giving me attention, affection, support, and compassion. I'm the luckiest guy there's ever been, and I'll try hard to return you even a fraction of the love and support you give me.

And remember: Lean in! To kink, to love, and to the special people who know what you need, way deep down.

Stay happy, stay healthy, and as always, stay kinky!

- Scribbler

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

U.A. Students, Class 1-A react to their first little fan:

Midoriya (Deku):

Midoriya’s eyes widen in disbelief as he sees the child in a tiny green jumpsuit mimicking his hero costume, complete with a makeshift mask. His face flushes with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “M-me? You’re a fan of me?!” he stammers, nearly tearing up. He fumbles with the pen, signing the autograph with a shaky hand while muttering, “This is so cool… I mean, thank you! Keep working hard, okay?” His genuine, heartfelt reaction leaves the kid inspired, and Midoriya walks away muttering to himself about how he needs to be a better hero for fans like them.

Bakugo (Dynamight):

Bakugo’s eyebrows shoot up as he spots the child in a mini version of his explosive hero outfit, complete with tiny grenade gauntlets. He smirks, trying to play it cool, but his eyes betray a spark of pride. “Tch, not bad, kid. You’ve got some guts picking me,” he says, snatching the paper and scrawling a bold, aggressive signature. “Don’t just admire me—get out there and be the best!” His gruff encouragement and intense aura make the kid feel like they’ve just met a superstar, though Bakugo mutters under his breath about how “weird” it feels to have a fan.

Shoto (Todoroki):

Shoto blinks in quiet surprise at the child dressed in a half-red, half-white outfit, mimicking his dual-colored hero costume. He’s visibly caught off guard, unused to this kind of attention. “You… like my costume?” he asks softly, his tone almost curious. He signs the autograph with a neat, careful signature, his expression softening as he hands it back. “Stay true to yourself,” he says, his calm and sincere words carrying weight. The kid grins, and Shoto walks away with a faint, rare smile, quietly touched by the encounter.

Kirishima (Red Riot):

Kirishima’s face breaks into a wide, toothy grin when he sees the child in a miniature version of his Red Riot costume, complete with tiny gear-like shoulder pads and a red wig. “Whoa, little bro, you’re lookin’ manly! My first fan!” he exclaims, pumping his fist. He signs the autograph with an enthusiastic scrawl, adding a “Stay tough!” He kneels down to bump fists with the kid, hyping them up with, “Keep that unbreakable spirit, alright?” His infectious energy leaves the child buzzing with excitement.

Denki (Chargebolt):

Denki’s eyes light up like a spark plug when he spots the child in a tiny Chargebolt outfit, complete with a little lightning bolt headband. “No way! My first fan? That’s electrifying!” he says, striking a goofy pose. He grabs the paper, signing it with a flashy signature and a doodle of a lightning bolt. “You’re gonna shock the world, kid!” he winks, playfully ruffling their hair. His carefree, fun vibe makes the kid giggle, though Denki later panics to his friends about whether he “looked cool enough” for his first fan. He's going to brag about it all for the next month.

Sero (Cellophane):

Sero’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he sees the child in a mini version of his tape-dispensing hero costume, with makeshift tape reels on their elbows. “Yo, my first fan? That’s awesome!” he says with a wide, easygoing grin. He signs the autograph with a smooth, looping signature, adding, “Swing high, little hero!”

Uraraka (Uravity):

Uraraka’s eyes sparkle with delight as she sees the child in a tiny pink-and-black space-themed costume mimicking her hero outfit, complete with a makeshift helmet. “Oh my gosh, you’re so cute! My first fan?!” she squeals, clasping her hands together. She signs the autograph with a bubbly, rounded signature, adding a little heart. “Keep floating toward your dreams, okay?” she says warmly, giving the kid a gentle pat on the head. Later, she will smile broadly, hugging her pillow and remembering this.

Tsuyu (Froppy):

Tsuyu tilts her head curiously as she spots the child in a mini Froppy costume, with green accents and tiny goggles perched on their head. “Ribbit, my first fan? That’s really nice,” she says calmly, her froggy smile soft but genuine. She signs the autograph with a neat, careful signature, adding a small frog doodle. “Stay true to who you are, kero,” she advises, her straightforward sincerity resonating with the kid. The child hops away happily, and Tsuyu nods to herself, quietly proud to inspire someone so young.

Mina (Pinky):

Mina lets out an excited “Eeeeek!” when she sees the child in a vibrant pink costume with little antenna-like horns, mimicking her acid-themed hero look. “Oh em gee, my first fan is a total superstar!” she cheers, striking a playful dance pose. She signs the autograph with a flashy, glittery signature, adding sparkly stickers for flair. “Keep rockin’ that vibe, mini-Pinky!” she says, winking and giving the kid a high-five.

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Seastars washed ashore

Genre : Fluff

Summary : After a mission well done, you and your Husband decide that the perfect reward would be a day at the beach

Notes : BEACH DAY EPISODE BABY WUHU, Fluff, Lynette and Lyney my beloved, picnic, you kith eachother, autistic Lynette, family fluff, domestic fluff(?), wife readerrrr,

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"You can just put that there."

You point towards a free patch of grass while holding Lynettes hand.

"Sweetie, remember what we talked about? Sucking on our thumbs is a weakness because we can't figth properly. Also its bad for our teeth.", she pulled it out after after a few seconds with no resistance. "Good girl.", you say and she smiles.

You watched from the corner of your eye as the caretaker tried to spread out the blankets, even though it escaped her, more than once. You 'hmph' "Wait, let me help you."

Lynette didn't leave your side once. Not even as you encouraged her to play with the other children who were playing in the sand. Some of the older ones were meanwhile testing the water. Had she not slept enough? You sigh, putting stones on the edges so the wind wouldn't blow anything away and follow the fate of your flimsy hat. Maybe you'd find it...somewhere.

"I should have taken more blankets along..." you mumbled, before asking Luise - the caretaker- to look after the children while you and Lynette would spread out the food. You'd need her help. There were around twelve of the children, they had all returned from a lengthy mission, without any loses. It was a perfect occasion.

Some children 'ohd' and 'ahd' in the distance. And of course that included her brother, Lyney, who was just now entertaining some of them, helping Louise. You sighed, pushing some hair out of your face. It had been a long month for you and an even longer one for your Husband, who would be joining you later, since she was still busy with her wretched paperwork.

You stroked a fold out, looking at the finished product. It wasn't one of her famous barbecues, but it wasn't all that bad either. There were fruits and cut vegetables, some cake, crackers, your finger tapped against your chin, you should've brougth more healthy snacks. Your short sleeve was tugged and you turned to the blonde.

"What's it sweetie?"

She looked around, then gave you a thumbs up. One of these days then.

"Thank you, I'm happy you like it."

She then went off towards her brother, after his calling. You sighed, deciding that it would bother no one if you ploped one grape in your mouth.

"Mother?"

You looked up during eating, being meet with the sun, though the shadow of the boy stumbled in front of it after he realized. "Can we go into the water? I mean...deeper into it?"

You look at it, the ocean. Calm. Like expected. "As long as you stay close to the shore." They smiled, giving their thank yous before shedding their clothes to reveal shorts and bathing suits, ever the tweens, some of them had decided they wouldn't like to swim, but you could watch them stick their toes into the warm sand, or gather some flowers to bring them to you, eyeing the food. "We will eat once your Father gets here.", you'd tell them.

The thougth turned your head to the city. You felt as if she was already on her way, she has had some issues with paperwork when you first meet, but, it has gotten better.

You had your hand drive through your hair, slowly massaging your scalp and aching roots.

"Mother!", an over enthusiastic voice shouted and a little body nearly threw you over. "Let us go swim together!" Lyney tried tugging you up.

"Wait on, wait on. I need to get my clothes off first.", you chuckle, going for the buttons of your dress. A bit of swimming wouldn't hurt.

"I'll watch the remaining kids.", Luise said with sligth designation.

"You're an angel Luise.", your clothes were gone in no time. Your hands opened and closed, Lyney took it rigth away, while Lynette looked up at you with big eyes, holding your leg.

"I can not pick you up anymore, darling, you're to big now."

She sighed, her tail wrapped around her leg and her ears were hugging her head as she took your hand. You pouted sligthly at the adorableness.

The water was cold around your feet, but if the older children were already in the water up to their hips, you could do it too!

"Mother it's cold!" Lyney said, shivering.

You smile. "You have to get used to the water, first.", you tell them both, taking one step at a time. "It's from the ocean after all!"

"Mother will crabs eat us?"

He asked as he had to stand on his tip-toes. Lynette meanwhile was clinging onto your side, she was swimming, but she was also clinging. She also whipped her tail away.

"Mother I think the crabs are eating me!"

"No one is eating anyone, Lyney. Also ; crabs don't like eating little children and you could probably turn them into butter crabs before they could pinch you!"

They were still clinging, despite your words. You sighed and your eyes found their older siblings....but one was missing.

"I'll go check in with your siblings a bit further down. You stay here, where you can stand, scream if something is going on. Also I'll be watching.", the last thing you wanted was for one of them to drown. You let go of their hands. "And no crabs will eat you."

They went up for the shallow wanters as you went in deeper, feeling the muddy sand shift beneath your feet. "Are you kids alright?", they stare at you, kind of like when you caugth them stealing from the cookie jar. "Where is Mary, by the way?"

Someone heaved a breath close to you, water splattering towards you. Ah, there she was. "I found a hat!"

"We're holding a competition on who can hold their breath the longest.", one of them explained, but you were to focused on the hat, your hat. The children noticed.

"Uhm, here Mother." Mary slowly handed it over to you and you grinned.

"What a coincidence, thank you sweetie.", you wrung it, ready to turn back, but... "Also, find other games that don't involve near death experiences."

They nodded, though their eyes were set in the distance. You knew that when you turned, you'd see a particular cross eyed woman talk with the twins, though the conversation would probably seem more like some kind of report of what happend while she wasn't there, if something had happend to you. You finally turned, suppressing a giggle as you saw the kids concentrated faces, their slowly moving mouths. How well you knew her.

Though, she did hush them away once you were in hearing distance.

"Hey handsome.", you stepped out of the water, dripping, with sand that was now sticking to the soles of your feet. A towel was thrown around her shoulders. "And for whom may that be?"

She looked you up and down and you felt a flush grow in your cheeks. "It's for you."

And you were blind. Shortly after, you were subjectivited to the intense rubbing of your head and body, leaving you as dry as bone as she revealed you to the world...with a gentle smile. That paired with the sun reflecting in her eyes.

"You're staring.", she said and you blushed, opening your mouth, but she interrupted you with a kiss. Sadly it wasn't long and she pulled away once you tried to return it.

"Allergic to me, aren't we?", you crock a brow.

"I simply prefer to stay dry.", she smiled, throwing the towel over your shoulders like a blanket. She must've noticed your gooseflesh.

"It's not everyday that a fatui harbinger develops humor.", you had heard her snort while under the towel.

She crocked a brow.

"I wanted to say that before you rudely interrupted me."

She put her hands on your lower hip, drawing little circles with her thumb.

"Rudely?"

You hummed, she was inching your faces together. "Maybe it was welcome...just a bit..."

Her fingers found the back of your head, tangled your hair.

"Maybe more than a bit.", you whispered against her lips and before you knew it, they were slowly moving against yours. She was quiet the good kisser, it had come as a suprise, considering her past but, you wouldn't dig into it. She'd tell you herself when she seemed fit. You parted. Sometimes it was unfair, how much she knew about you, while you knew so little about her. She had her thumb stroke over your lips, before pecking them. And she knows it.

Her eyes took in your form again, slowly. "You should wear that more often."

She left you like that, sligthly flustered with swollen lips while calling everyone to the picnic. After regaining your composure, you catched up to her. Your hands found the edges of her jacket. "You can't say stuff like that, the children..."

"Well you can't look so..." she looked you up and down again "tempting and expect me not to say stuff like that."

She turned around, hiding in your neck. It took her seconds to kiss down your throath. "Arle..." you warned.

"You taste like the ocean...", she mumbled into your skin as the first kids started showing.

"Well, I was just in it.", you adjusted the towel over your shoulders. "So, it would only make sense."

Soon enough, you two had found your place between the row of kids, who weren't eating yet, they'd only eat once she was.

"Could you cut me some orange?", you ask, clinging onto her arm. She stared into the distance for two seconds, as if waiting for something.

"Sure, my love."

You watched her pierce through the thin shell with her nails. She made quick work of it, like always, throwing the peels into a box, mumbling something about ants and poison. You blushed when she wiggled her fingers into the orange for parting. Your lip found its way between your teeth and you pulled her closer. She just huffed. "Here you go, lovely.", she handed the perfectly parted orange pieces to you, keeping one for herself, though the children were already grabing around.

You pushed yours in your mouth at nearly the same time as her.

She watched your smile form.

"It's good, I presume?"

You put your head on her shoulder, the sun was straigth in your face, warming you, drying you, just like she, she who was putting her arm around you as you two enjoyed the oranges. "It's perfect."

[muttonbones]

why so sweet to me im just a lil guy

[starflungwaddledee]

some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !

[mkniesy]

i'm actually picking up a second job so do you guys think i should pick him up too as incentive

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

any female!armand backstory headcanons/crumbs to share with the class?

i think she would be an expert at Performing Gender and, probably due to the fact that she would have been expected to be very feminine while younger/mortal, when she's attempting to manipulate or w/e through her wits alone she presents as hyperfeminine. and she does serve cunt while doing this

i imagine though that armand at her most comfortable is a very similar style to the dubai wardrobe which is fairly androgynous. she does also serve cunt this way

the existence of femme and androgynous armand implies the existence of butch armand which like. yeah i mean. can we all hold hands for a minute and imagine her in a leather jacket (maybe even DANIEL'S leather jacket? and some beat up jeans. a cigarette dangling from her lips. sorry what was the question?

i think all of the above and also 500+ years means that armand is as comfortable with gender as she's going to get which is like. she knows how it fits her and knows when to "use" it to get what she wants and otherwise feels pretty emotionally removed from it

(as opposed to daniel who wants to be butch SO BAD but can't due to her issues. but that's another story)

(quick cw here for armand's backstory re: forced prostitution/slavery, though not discussed in great detail)

i think her thing with pregnancy would arise from the fact that she for whatever reason was never able to have a kid. she would have been at the age where she was expected to marry/have children and that she wasn't able to was one of the things that contributed to her "brokenness." i don't even want to get into the marius of it all because i don't have a fully developed enough thought to make it compelling but trust that being a young girl who wasn't able to have kids + living with marius + losing the possibility for children forever by becoming a vampire + 500 years gave her a pregnancy complex you could see from jupiter.

this of course results in a fascination with daniel who has, as far as they know, a fully functioning womb. (she does in fact have a fully functioning womb. but watch out!)

this plays into the personal armandaniel sex dynamics a great deal but i think it alters the purpose of the cuck chair encounters even more. armand would be so obsessed with getting men to fuck daniel and kind of tempting fate with getting her pregnant

re: tracking daniel's fertility cycles she IS doing shots of daniel's period blood out of her diva cup

lastly, she SHOULD be the first lesbian ever to get her gf pregnant through strap

[whentherewerebicycles]

oh my god okay I’ve been working since 7:30am but MN, SD, and JW are all submitted for internal review!!! NF is ready to submit as soon as he gets home from school and does a final readthrough!!!! DN has decided to waive review lol godspeed to that poor kid but it means less work for me today yippee!!!! and I also had time to give the baby a bath which is his new favorite activity (furiously focused water-kicking time!!!!). I think now I will take a break from student work and take all the residents of this household out for a brisk walk.

[payasita]

hello! i was wondering if you're still planning to finish your COTL fic? <3

everything I write is written outlined and with the ending in mind so yeah I'd like to get that out but also please look at the stats for the next chapter alone

I Am Begging For Patience /j

[amoneki-ramblings]

Um. Uh. Hi, Amoneki blog, pinned post let's go (very important please read !!)

This is probably the most important thing by Far: I haven't actually finished the manga yet; I recently got a :re box set but I (at the time of writing this) only just got to :re volume 10 and I don't have a lot of time on my hands to read !! (I've already gotten spoiled a lot cough while trying to look for content cough cough but I'd still like to avoid as many (mostly for major plot points/character deaths especially) as I still can)

Having said that please try to respect that as much as you can !! It's already really tough avoiding spoilers for a series like this (which is why I'm laying pretty low with this fandom, but I'll try to get through the manga when I actually have time)

I'm gonna be honest anything amoneki is pretty much fair game though the tumblr tags have already told me. A lot This mostly applies to. Everything else in the series. If that makes sense? (I hope it does at least orz)

Asks and interaction are greatly appreciated !! (Just a warning that if I get started on these two I can hardly shut up) I love rambling about my silly guys (both individually and as a ship, these two drive me absolutely insane)

If you have headcanons or thoughts you want to discuss or share, please definitely absolutely share !! I want to hear them really really badly trust me !!!! Let's spiral into insanity together :))

Okay that's all I think

Tags for future organization: amoneki doodles/amoneki ramblings / amonhaise CCG AU

Also. 1.5K word amoneki ramble because honestly it sums up a lot of my thoughts about them if you're interested, here