#which mostly meant more simple shading which was fun

[onejellyfishplease]

So I binged all of Scavengers Reign yesterday :3

Obviously I had to combine it with rottmnt, who do you take me for?

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[strnilolover]

security guard!chris x mall employee!reader

use of y/n

you had managed to land a job at this pretzel place about a year ago, looking for something simple to do that paid good money. luckily enough, they were looking for multiple people and you just so happened to fit what they were looking for.

working at the mall wasn’t something that was fun most days. kids constantly screaming and running around — the food court buzzing with people. which meant that your job was all the more slammed when it was those packed days.

currently, you were leaning against the counter — your hair tied into a messy bun, and your apron covered in flour. today hadn’t been a particularly busy day, a normal Wednesday like any other. mostly older couples or parents with their little children.

your co-worker, Jenna, was finishing up some fresh cinnamon pretzel bites — the sweet aroma filling the space and filtering out into the food court. you groaned at the smell, closing your eyes as your mouth practically watered.

“Jenna, you’re going to make me hungry if you keep waving those around.” you say, a hand coming up to rub your stomach as it growled slightly. she chuckled, waving the fresh pan in front of your face.

“oh yeah? well try not to eat these, yeah? they’re supposed to be for the customers, not us.” she teased, a shit eating grin plastered on her face. you rolled your eyes, hand reaching out to punch her arm softly as she set the tray down to cool.

jenna shot you a glare, her hand holding the spot you had punched. you just smirked at her, sticking your tongue out playfully as she shook her head.

there was a few moments of silence. the playful banter coming to a stop as you both just stood there staring at nothing. the silence becoming a little awkward, you decided to break it.

“girl i’m so bored. i hate slow days like these.” you groaned, tipping your head back as you started to shift the weight on your feet. jenna nodded, grabbing the now cooled pretzel bites and putting them in their respective place.

“i know, i know — i do too, but at least we don’t have to do much? we’re already stocked on everything and there really isn’t any cleaning to do.” she states, walking to the back to place the pan in the sink.

you frowned, you knew she was right. sighing, you turn your body to look out in the food court, watching as all the people walked by — stopping at every other place that wasn’t yours. your gaze wandered until it had come to a stop on something, or rather — someone.

the first time you noticed him, it was like the air in the mall shifted. his security uniform was pressed and clean, the navy fabric snug around his broad chest and shoulders.

his hair was tousled, a shade of sandy brown that caught the overhead lights just right. he moved with quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the crowds, a radio clipped to his belt.

“still drooling over security hotshot, huh?” jenna teased from beside you, elbowing you in the ribs. you jumped, quickly averting your gaze and pretending to rearrange a pile of napkins.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“oh, come on,” jenna smirked, following your gaze. “you’ve been staring at him for, what, a week now? if you’re not gonna shoot your shot, at least let me.”

“don’t you dare,” you shot back, though the thought of jenna approaching him made your stomach twist. “i… i’m just curious, okay? he’s new.” you muttered.

“right,” jenna drawled. “and super hot. i mean, look at him.” her hand coming out to gesture toward the attractive man.

you didn’t need her encouragement — you were already looking. he had stopped near the center of the food court, talking to another security guard, nodded at whatever his coworker was saying, but his posture stayed alert, eyes constantly roving.

“what’s stopping you?” jenna asked, leaning on the counter next to you. “go over there. Say hi. worst-case scenario, he’s taken.” she deadpans, her own gaze watching him as well.

“i can’t just walk up to him,” you said, chewing on your lip. “what if he thinks I’m weird?”

jenna snorted. “trust me, you’re not the first person in this mall to flirt with a security guard.” her brows wiggled slightly, making heat rise to your face.

for the next hour, you stole glances whenever the crowd died down. he moved through the mall with an easy grace, his uniform somehow making him look both professional and approachable.

he stopped a couple of teenagers from running through the atrium, nodded politely to an elderly woman who waved at him, and even helped a kid who had dropped their ice cream cone.

“you’re hopeless,” jenna eventually said, snapping you out of your trance. “just go talk to him for crying out loud, please.” she practically begs, this whole scene hurting her own heart.

“yeah, right,” you scoffed. “what am i supposed to say? ‘hi, i’ve been awkwardly watching you for days. can I have your number?’ that’s not weird at all.” you grumbled annoyed.

jenna laughed. “honestly, it’d probably work. have you seen yourself? you’re cute, and he’s definitely noticed you.” she urges, trying to push you to finally go talk to this guy.

you frowned, stealing another glance at him. he was stationed near the entrance, leaning casually against the railing. his arms were crossed, the sleeves of his uniform snug around his forearms.

he seemed focused, his eyes scanning the crowd, but then, as if he felt your gaze, his eyes flickered toward you. for a split second, your eyes met, and your stomach flipped. he looked away first, but not before the faintest hint of a smile crossed his lips.

“he looked at you!” jenna whispered, slapping your arm excitedly. “shut up!” you hissed, your cheeks burning. “it was probably nothing.” you say, trying to brush it off as maybe a coincidence.

“nothing? girl, stop overthinking and just do it or so help me.” your heart pounded as jenna’s words echoed in your mind. could you really just walk up to him?

minutes passed. jenna was busy finally handling customers, leaving you alone to argue with yourself. you twisted a loose thread on your apron, sneaking another glance. he had shifted his stance, now leaning one shoulder against the railing, his hands resting casually in front of him. he looked so approachable, yet so intimidating at the same time.

finally, you took a deep breath, yanked off your apron, and muttered to yourself, “screw it.”

your legs felt like jelly as you crossed the food court, weaving through tables and dodging strollers. he noticed you before you got to him, his eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. when you stopped in front of him, he straightened up, his full attention now on you.

“hi,” you said, your voice wavering slightly. you cleared your throat, trying to sound more confident. “um, you’re new here, right?” he smiled, his expression softening. “yeah, been here about a week. i’ve seen you around though.”

your cheeks heated at his words. he’s noticed you too? “oh, well, yeah. i work over at the pretzel stand,” you said, gesturing vaguely behind you. “it’s not exactly thrilling, but, you know, it’s a job.”

he chuckled, and the sound sent butterflies through your chest. “better than chasing teenagers who think it’s funny to mess around in stores,” he said with a grin. “i’m chris, by the way.” he says, sticking his hand out.

you look down, slowly taking his hand in your as you shake it. “y/n,” you replied, smiling nervously. “um, i don’t usually do this, but… i think you’re really cool, and i was wondering if maybe… we could, like, talk sometime? outside of, you know, the whole mall thing.”

chris’ grin widened, and he tilted his head slightly, clearly amused by your rambling. “are you asking for my number?” he asked, a playful edge to his tone.

your stomach dropped. “i mean, only if you’re okay with it,” you blurted. “if not, that’s totally fine. i’ll just—”

“i’m okay with it,” he interrupted, pulling his phone from his pocket. “here, give me yours, and i’ll text you.”

relief and excitement flooded you all at once as you recited your number, watching as he quickly typed it in.

“there,” he said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “i’ll text you after my shift. don’t worry — i’m not a ghost texter.” you laughed softly, the nerves in your chest finally settling. “good to know.” you said, nodding your head.

you quickly said a good bye, turning around to walk back to your job. as you walked back to, you felt his gaze lingering on you. when you glanced over your shoulder, chris was still watching, his smile just as warm as before.

a/n : thinking of making this into an au possibly 👀

[hugsandchaos]

The Beginning

Summary: Our amazing group of heroes gains a new, unique member. At the same time, our dear halfa gains a truckload of potential headaches.

Word count: 2,883

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It was ironic, funny even, how much Zant’s attempt to stop him backfired. The shadow crystal was meant to be a curse, a thing to avoid being subjected to. And yet it had proven extremely useful, and even fun. Being a wolf meant higher senses, thus Twilight had an easier time detecting danger and tracking down lost companions. And the first part was exactly the reason why he was currently sprinting through the forest.

Well, part of the reason. The other part was that he was originally planning a simple, calm walk through the Faron Woods of Sky’s world, but when he was still in sight of the group, he heard a distant scream through the other sounds around him and wasted no time in rushing to investigate. The group seemed to hear it too. He heard them following behind him for a short while, but he was too fast for them to keep up with, and now their voices were blending in with the chirping birds, the slight wind around him, chittering squirrels, and other such sounds. As Twilight grew closer to where the scream came from, his nose picked up two new scents. One was unfamiliar in almost every way, but the other was definitely familiar. Bokoblin.

It smelled slightly different from the ones in his own world, but it still rang a few bells in his mind. A startled shout rang through the forest, only a few paces ahead. It sounded like a kid. Twilight picked up the speed and soon broke out of the foliage, into a small clearing. He spotted the bokoblin with its weapon raised a split second before he saw the boy on the ground. Without slowing down, he made a lunge for the bokoblin. He bit down on its arm and hit it with enough force to make it stumble and almost fall down.

He had to use his hind legs to keep himself from falling, which was more difficult than in hylian form. The taste of bokoblin blood made him want to throw up despite not having eaten lunch yet. He kept his composure and swung his head violently to the right, then to the left with twice the amount of force as the first shake. A disgusting tearing sound and scream from the bokoblin made Twilight release its arm. He leapt between the bokoblin and the boy. While it was looking at its arm, grossly hanging by only half of its shoulder, he made another lunge. This time, right for its throat.

The bokoblin was far too slow to respond to the second attack. Still shocked by the first injury, it stumbled backwards and fell much easier. Twilight clamped his jaws around its neck and heard the sickening snap at the same time he felt it between his teeth. The bokoblin twitched and every muscle tensed up before it went limp. A second later, it vanished in a small, harmless explosion of black and red smoke. Twilight turned around to look at the boy. Now that he got a better look at him, he couldn’t help but notice how odd he was.

It wasn’t his round ears, no. Twilight grew up around humans, so that difference meant so little to him that it almost slipped his mind. It was actually his clothes that were odd. A red and white shirt, mostly white with red outlining the end of the sleeves and an oval in the middle of the shirt. It had symbols that were probably letters, but it wasn’t an alphabet Twilight recognized. The pants he wore were a shade of blue and didn’t seem like a familiar fabric. He definitely wasn’t from around here. Aside from that, he seemed pretty normal.

He stared at him with shock in his icy blue eyes, glancing briefly between where the bokoblin was and then back at him. One of his hands was pressed firmly against his side. The smell of blood was uncomfortably familiar to Twilight, although it wasn’t the same as usual. Twilight pushed the last bit aside. There was a bigger problem. The boy slowly sat up and tried taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. At the same time, Twilight took a step closer. Then another. And another.

Since he was in his wolf form, he really didn’t want to scare him anymore than he already had. Much to his surprise, the boy didn’t scramble to get away from him. He only watched. Twilight continued his approach and was prepared to stop at any time if he suddenly recoiled from him, but he didn’t. The boy slowly lifted the hand that wasn’t pressed against his side and began reaching out for him, although he slightly flinched when his hand was halfway between them, ready to pull away at any moment.”You don’t look very mean...” He said with a bit of skepticism.

Twilight was pretty surprised by how calm he was when there was a wolf right in front of him, but he wasn’t going to waste his chance and make him think he was a beast. Especially if he wanted to gain his trust and get him some help, even though he was right to be at least a little hesitant since he was currently in wolf form. Twilight sniffed his hand to get his scent, and as a display of kindness. There was something off about the kid’s smell, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It was off in a slightly familiar way, but also not familiar enough to immediately recognize. He brushed it off as a human thing since for a very brief moment, he was reminded of his village. The boy cracked a smile.”Hello to you too.” He said.

He very briefly reached out to rub his fur, but before Twilight could pull away, the boy stood up. He brushed himself off with one hand, the other still firmly pressed against his side. A bit of red was seeped into his shirt just below his hand, confirming Twilight’s worries that he was injured.”I’m Danny, by the way.” The boy said. He didn’t seem concerned about the wound, which was pretty odd and worrying in itself. Wolfie glanced between the wound and Danny’s face, making sure he moved his head as he did so in hopes that he’d understand his worry.

He gave him a smile.“Oh. I’m fine. I’ve dealt with this before, I just need to find my bag.” Danny said. He scanned the small clearing from left to right. His smile faltered a little bit.“Should be around here somewhere...” He said. He walked past Twilight, not caring that his back was open to a wolf, and started to search for his bag in the thicker foliage around the clearing. Some of Twilight’s worries were sniffed out hearing that he could handle it, but how calm he was about it was still not exactly comforting. He didn’t look much younger than he was. Definitely a young teenager. Maybe he was taught?

Whatever the case, there was one more thing that Twilight could do to help before returning to his friends. Help him find the lost bag and stay by him until he bandaged it up. Well, two things. He’d be back to the others quickly. Now that he had Danny’s scent, he sniffed the ground and followed it to the left of where Danny was moving bushes and low branches with his one free hand. Twilight turned around one of the trees and used one of his paws to step on part of a bush and push it down.

His nose led him to a purple strap poking out of another nearby bush. Looking at it, it was definitely part of a bag, and it was hopefully Danny’s. He reached forward and bit down gently in the strap. When he pulled to lift it up, he was surprised by the weight it had. It wasn’t much, just more than he was expecting. There was a small tingling sound of something small and metallic moving. He pulled again, and this time, he managed to get the whole thing out. As he backed out of the bush, he could see that the bag was bigger than he thought. It wasn’t oversized or anything, but it was probably big enough to carry on his back. It was close to dragging on the ground, but it still hovered a bit.

Twilight turned back to the kid and saw he was already looking at him and walking closer. Danny turned hearing the sound of whatever was inside move around and seemed to calm down a little seeing his returned bag.“Thank you.” He said. He knelt down and held out his hand as Twilight turned around. He dropped the bag with the strap over Danny’s hand. He caught it and set it down on the ground. Danny grabbed a small metal piece dangling one of the sides.

He pulled it up and the piece of metal traveled with his hand, making something akin to a ripping sound. Danny continued until the metal piece had gone over the top and reached the other side. By that point, the front part of the bag seemed to slack a little and lean forward. Danny reached inside and pulled out a smaller red bag.

This one was rectangular and had a white cross symbol.

He opened that one just like the purple bag and reached inside. After rummaging around, Danny pulled out some kind of small white wipe. He lifted his shirt up to reveal the injury, a cut that was most definitely made by a blade, and started to use the wipe to clean the wound when Twilight heard his friends calling for him.

“Wolfie!! Where’d you go?!” Hyrule called out. Both Danny and Twilight turned their heads toward the sound of the voice. Twilight let out a bark in response. Had he really gone so far ahead that only now they were catching up? Pretty soon, Hyrule ran through out of the forest. He glanced between Wolfie and Danny, immediately noticing the injury. Whatever he’d planned was probably forgotten.”Are you okay?!” He asked. He came closer to have a better look at the wound, but Danny quickly covered it up and pulled his legs up to his chest protectively.

“I’m fine! I got it, thank you!” He said defensively. Hyrule retracted his hand that was previously stretched out. Danny’s reaction was a little unexpected, but not everyone was a fan of strangers, so he shouldn’t be blamed. Danny cleared his throat.”Yeah, I’m good. Thanks to this...” Danny trailed off and turned to Wolfie.”One bark if you’re a boy, two if you’re a girl.” He requested.

How casual he was with a wolf was getting stranger by the minute, especially after seeing how he reacted to Hyrule. Either way, Twilight followed his request and let out a single, quick bark.

Danny nodded and turned back to look up at Hyrule.”Thanks to this guy. I don’t have a clue what that red thing was, but I’ve only seen such an ugly face probably a few other times.” He said. Hyrule seemed as surprised as Twilight originally was, but smiled a bit and glanced at him.

“Nice, Wolfie.” He said. Twilight dipped his head up and down in a nod. Hyrule walked over to him and patted him on the head, which Twilight let him do.

Danny slowly moved his legs and slightly lifted up his shirt to continue cleaning the wound.“Is he your dog or something?” He asked, slowly moving his gaze towards the injury.

Dog?

Twilight and Hyrule both turned to him, thinking the same thing. Or at least, thinking similar thoughts.“He’s a wolf, not a dog, and he’s our friend.” Hyrule corrected. He wasn’t rude about it when he spoke.

Danny’s eyes widened a bit and he glanced up at Twilight, then Hyrule.“Wait, really? I thought he was a husky. You know, with the black and white fur.” He said. He sounded a little surprised, but still wasn’t that scared of him. Mistaking him for a “husky”, which was probably a dog breed, because of his fur was probably one of the main reasons he was so calm. The other could be that he’s just not scared of them unless they attack him, which he hadn’t done, like that guy in Faron Woods back in Twilight’s world.

Just then, Sky and Wind came into the clearing. Danny returned to his defensive position again and placed his free hand on the ground, as if ready to get up and run. Hyrule looked at them.”Everything’s okay now, don’t worry. Wolfie handled it.” He explained. The two glanced at each other, then at Danny, and put their swords away.

They tried approaching Danny, but he stood up and grabbed his bags. He took a few steps back from them.”Okay, this is getting ridiculous. How many of you are there?” He asked.

“Nine in total, but that’s not important. Are you alright? We have healing potions if you want that for your injury.” Sky replied.

“Uhh, what? Healing potions??” Danny questioned. He shook his head.”No, I’m fine. But I’d appreciate it if I could patch this up in peace.” He said, backing up a little more.

Sky reached into his bag to offer one anyways, but then the master sword flashed a blue and purple light and made him stop in his tracks. He turned to the master sword.”What?” He asked. It flashed again. He always claimed to hear a voice from the master sword, so Wind, Hyrule, and Twilight kept quiet to let him listen. Sky’s eyes widened when the flashing stopped and he looked over at Danny, who was now at the edge of the clearing and digging through the red bag.“Did you fall through a portal?” He asked.

The three of them glanced over at Danny, who briefly paused while pulling something out. Then he continued.”Yeah. It was purple. Opened up from right under me, and before I knew it, I fell right next to whatever that red thing was.” He replied. Seeing him attach a needle and string then reach for his injury with it made them realize he was stitching the cut. He lifted the bit of his shirt in his other hand and bit down on it so he could use both hands.

“We have... experience with the portals. We can help you find a way back home if you go with us.” Sky said. Hyrule, Wind, and Twilight were surprised by this. Danny kept his gaze on the cut and didn’t respond. They waited patiently for him to be finished. He let the shirt fall and put the needle away, then pulled out a roll of bandages. Once again, he used his mouth to hold his shirt up and wrapped the bandages around himself. Already, red was seeping into the white material.

He waited until he finished wrapping the bandages and tied the end to let go of his shirt and speak.”Alright, but if any of you try anything, I’m out.” Danny said. He put the roll back into his bag and closed it, then placed it back in the purple bag.

That was understandable. As much as Twilight wanted him to believe them, it wasn’t exactly safe to trust strangers. Wind began walking over to him, but kept his distance since the possible-new-addition was already on edge.”I don’t think you have to worry about us doing something. Most of us aren’t in our own world right now, and we’re kind of hopping between timelines, so what’s another world to visit?” He asked. Danny swung the bag behind him and slipped his opposite arm through the other strap, letting the bag settle on both his shoulders.

“You make a fair point, but I’m still not going to trust everything everyone says right away.” He said. Wind gave him a slight nod. They weren’t exactly fully trusting him immediately either.”Being back home sounds nice, though.” He added under his breath. Twilight walked over to them. At first, Wind looked as if he was going to warn him not to come too close, but Danny glanced at him, then back and the rest of the group.”You said there were nine of you, right? Anything I should know?” He asked.

“Warriors is kind of a jerk, and so is Legend sometimes. Hyrule’s our healer, Wild tries to eat the wildest things, Twilight is our animal whisperer,” As Wind continued, Hyrule looked at Sky. Twilight, with his good hearing, picked up on what was said accidentally.

“You sure this will go well?” He asked.

Sky shrugged.“Fi said that something about him suggested that he wasn’t from this world, and that he might have something similar to the Hero’s Spirit. I’m more worried about the portal bit, though. I can just tell the others that, and the fact that he knows how to stitch up wounds will probably prevent Warriors from being too much of a jerk if that’s what you mean.” He explained.

The both of them turned to head back to the rest of the group, prompting Wind and Twilight to do the same. Danny followed their lead.”And monsters?” Hyrule asked.

“We’ll protect him, and probably teach him to use a sword.” Sky said.

[kinda-daily-warriorcat]

☆ Zine WIP Art Dump ☆

Hello everybody! So I'm currently participating in Harriertail's Warrior Cats Cover Zine as the artist for Leafpool's Wish (I got sooo lucky since she's my favorite character) and I just wanted to upload my unused concepts now that I've finally decided on the one that I want to use

Design —

The face is a bit wonky so please ignore that </3 but these were my concepts for Leafpool's design since she's the main focus for this piece!

The first one is just my current design for her. The second one though is based off of my oldest Leafpool drawing that I still have. Most of my old digital art is lost due to data corruption or just deleting posts and videos on the offchance I did post art online, but this is one of the few drawings that survived. It's from a MAP part in a MAP that was actually completed but was deleted sometime in 2016. The third design is me trying to combine what I liked about the old and new designs together

I couldn't see her face and there's this white glare that's meant to be moonlight that I airbrushed in on Paint Shop Pro 7 so I couldn't directly colorpick, but I tried my best for the second one. I'm also probably going to make her eyes a cooler shade of a green since I'm not sure how I feel about the more olive green color

Unfortunately, the concept I went with isn't even going to show her tail so it doesn't really matter which one I use outside of the exact shade of light brown she's going to be, so I'll probably go with the current design. But had that not been the case, I would've gone for either the old design or the combined design since I thought it would be fun to nod to my old art of her since she's been my favorite character for so so long

Cover Concepts —

These concepts were all very rough since I was just trying to scribble them out as fast as possible since I am a slow artist, but as a consequence the cats do not look good at all. My focus here was the scenery and general placement and colors

Before my book reread

After my book reread

The first one is similar to my old concept before my reread. I was mostly just trying to fix the composition here more than anything. The second one though is based off of a dream that Leafpool had at the moonpool where she and Crowfeather were climbing a tree together (and then both were blown off the branch because of a storm... there were so many storms in Leafpool's Wish for some reason). Had this been the one I went with, I would've centered Leafpool more and pushed Crowfeather more into the shadow

The one that I ended up going with (which isn't featured here) is pretty simple all things considered but it was the one that people generally liked the most when I asked around but it still will have it's fair share of little details I'll try to add. I am very very excited to work on it and be a part of this project :)

[shewhowas39]

sneak peek of chapter 24: Fall For Me

now that my sex pollen smutfic is done, i'm back to work on Juniper & Starlight. and since it's been a hot minute since my last update there, i'm sharing a slightly longer sneak peek of chapter 24!

***

He’s done it.

He has her.

Astarion’s plan has worked, almost more spectacularly than he could have hoped. June has promised to help him. She cried for him. He has the mad mage wrapped around his finger. And honestly? He’s mostly had fun doing it. Being around her isn’t the chore he would have expected it to be when they first met. She’s clever, she entertains his hypotheticals, she tastes like the heavens, and she’s extremely attractive. He could not have picked a better mark for his plan.

Except for one tiny but crucial detail: he does actually, maybe, possibly, sort of like her a little.

And that’s a problem, because things Astarion likes - things he wants, things he cares about - are always ruined for him. They’re taken away or destroyed or twisted and corrupted until they are unrecognizable.

If he likes her, she has the power to hurt him. Or, worse, Cazador has the power to rip her away.

Still, he needs June. He needs her loyalty, her allegiance, and her trust. He has to keep her interested, keep her close, but not get any closer himself. He can’t get attached to her. For both of their sakes.

Astarion muses over all of this as he lays beneath one of his new quilts in his tent, staring at the underside of the canvas, shortly after waking from a pleasantly dreamless sleep. It’s still quite early. The birds are only just beginning to sing their morning songs outside, and he can hear Gale - who was meant to be on last watch - snoring by the fire. Luckily, he suspects that their new uninvited skeletal companion - who apparently goes by Withers - doesn’t sleep. The question is, would he alert everyone if something were to attack camp, or merely stand by and shrug it off as fate?

Astarion must admit that the latter option is rather hilarious. 

He sits up and begins to reach for his clothing. After some brief deliberation, he decides to wear the new shirt he’s been sewing by hand over the last several days. It’s nothing special, just a simple man’s shirt with a deep V neckline. The fabric, which he had purchased in the druids’ grove, is fairly basic as well, though it’s dyed a beautiful shade of dark amethyst. It’s the first item of clothing he’s ever made from scratch. Until now, his sewing had been limited to repairing his old clothing in a desperate attempt to hang on to something - anything - from his life before Cazador.

He pulls on the shirt, tucking it into his trousers before rolling up the sleeves to expose his forearms. It’s not perfect - he can already see a few places where the stitching is a little uneven - but it’s certainly not bad for a first endeavor. He wishes he could look in a mirror, to see how it flatters his form, but unfortunately, that isn’t an option.

Instead, he decides that he can use June as his mirror. If her eyes go all big and soft and her cheeks turn pink then he’ll know he’s done a good job on this particular garment. And it will serve his purposes of keeping her on the line, holding her attention. Odds are good that it might even lead to them rolling around in her bedroll. He can certainly think of worse ways to start the day.

Astarion runs his fingers through his curls before fluffing them up. This should be easy. He’s a master of manipulation. A cold-hearted rake. A seducer who has led hundreds of people to their deaths without batting an eye. Without feeling a damn thing. The only difference here is that June probably won’t die. He’ll break her heart eventually, of course, but it could be worse. It was worse for all the others.

If she hasn’t fallen for him yet, she’s certainly close. He just needs to keep up the act, keep her interested, and he cannot, under any circumstances, fall for her.

But the image of her last night flashes back into his mind. Her dark blue eyes wide and glistening as a single tear slipped down her pale, moonlit cheek. Her soft fingers gently brushing over the back of his hand. And he hears a cold, mocking voice - Cazador’s voice - taunting him from beyond time and space.

“It’s too late, boy. The line between what’s an act is real has already blurred. You’re a fool. Softer and weaker than you thought. And that’s going to ruin you both.”

“No!” he snaps, and then winces when he realizes he’s said it out loud, the word cracking like a whip in the silence of his tent. 

[hidingoutbackstage]

Okay I’m STILL procrastinating watching s15 bc I’m SCARED so here’s my extremely biased ratings/opinions on the episodes of s14 to help me procrastinate (episodes which are multiple parts of a single story will be condensed into one slot)

Room Zero: SO cute and good, I LOVED the animation style, it was simple and short but really well done with great colors, fun alien designs, and fluid animation, and I just like seeing the guys go on missions like that. It's a shame that the animated show never got picked up bc I would've adored seeing more of it. 10/10

From Stumbled Beginnings: Very cute and funny origin story for Simmons and Grif, and I love that they were p much always together since they enlisted lmao makes their dynamic rlly good and the humor actually got a couple laughs out of me. 8/10

Fifty Shades of Red: Sarge's humor never quite landed with me like is has for some people (my boyfriend lmao I literally have to pause episodes sometimes so he can stop laughing. Anyway) but it was a very humorous and in character origin for him as well. 5/10

Why They’re Here: Less interesting than the previous two, obviously just meant to fill in plot "holes" and to also show us the origins of the other characters. Also I am completely ignoring that one line from Tucker in the interview, just gonna chalk it up to the "edgy" humor it does not exist to me. 4/10

The Brick Gulch Chronicles: WONDERFUL stop motion, very fun and cute and entertaining, very wholesome and still in the vibe with what the show itself is. I appreciate the willingness to do stop motion for most of it. 10/10

Red Army Unit FH57’s Adventure: It was kinda interesting and kinda funny but I found myself kinda tuning it out cuz it just felt kinda whatever. The combo of the different animation styles was cool though and I thought the ship misunderstanding them was funny. 5/10

Locus and Felix: Okay I'm gonna be a black sheep for a second and say that I rlly don't care that much about Locus and Felix. I don't think Felix is a secretly deep sadboi whom I'm gonna spend an unnecessary amount of time thinking about, I don't think Locus as secretly good all along, and I don't care that much about their partnership and what they were like before Chorus. That being said, the animation here is absolutely gorgeous, this is probably my favorite animated story in the whole season, it looks awesome. The plot is nothing special but who cares like I said it's beautiful, 6/10

Fight the Good Fight!: VERY funny and well-executed propaganda video, short and sweet and nothing more to it. It does its job. 5/10

Meta vs. Carolina: Dawn of Awesome: Another one I really don't care for because literally everything leading UP to the fight between Meta and Carolina is a waste of time. Maybe some people really care about their weapons and stats, but I don't. And even then, you kinda know Carolina is gonna win the fight, the question is just how. 4/10

Grey vs. Gray: I don't know or care about the Game Grumps and the entire thing felt like a short gag that went on for way too long with a predictable ending. 2/10

Caboose's Guide to Making Friends: Again, ADORABLE art style and very cute having a story be told from Caboose's perspective. 7/10

Head Cannon: Kinda funny I guess. I wish we'd gotten it spread out more equally among the heads Omega jumped into. Ik he didn't spend equal time in there but who cares. Whatever, still funny. 5/10

Get Bent: I LAUGHED PROBABLY THE HARDEST AT THIS ONE AND THAT'S MOSTLY BC OF LESBIAN DONUT IT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD AND IT WAS HILARIOUS (also hello, bisexual church?) 9/10

Red vs. Blue: The Musical: it was fine. it was creative. The dancing was well animated. Enjoyable. 5/10

Mr. Red vs. Mr. Blue: I haven't seen Reservoir Dogs but Kaikaina was in this which automatically boosts it to a 8/10 (I also like that they have movie nights it's cute)

RvB Throwdown: Fine but mostly forgettable. 3/10

The Triplets Story: REALLY interesting concept (y'all know I love the freelancers) that felt like it dragged on too long and only gave Ohio something to do. 4/10

Immersion: The Warthog Flip: I loved the costumes and the actual Warthog and it got a couple laughs out of me. 5/10

Red vs. Blue vs. Rooster Teeth: This was made for the fans/themselves. As someone who is neither, none of it was funny and I just kinda waited for it to be over. At least the animation of the armor irl looked rlly good

[foxs0x]

Things That Have Significantly Improved My Art in 2024

1. Drawing EVERY SINGLE DAY.

No joke, it's all I do in my free time (or when I should be working, lol). On days when I don’t know what to draw, I’ll scroll through Pinterest for inspiration. It doesn’t have to be anything significant. Sometimes I’ll just focus on sketching hands, eyes, or an interesting pose. The key is to stay consistent, even with small studies.

2. Simplifying my sketching.

I used to get caught up in small details, which distracted me from focusing on the bigger picture. Now, I try to use fewer lines and rely more on S-curves and C-curves and using my whole arm to sketch, rather than my wrist, to create flow in my sketches. Surprisingly, you can break down a person’s face into simple letters and shapes, which makes it easier to understand 3D planes. This approach has really improved how I draw faces and bodies.

3. Stepping out of my comfort zone.

This one was hard. Trying new things meant my art looked like crap for a while, but it paid off. I started as a traditional artist using just pens and paper, no colour, and mostly drew static poses and skulls. When I switched to digital art in 2018, it was a steep learning curve, but the ability to erase and experiment was a game changer. Since then, I’ve pushed myself to draw dynamic poses, incorporate storytelling, and experiment with color and digital painting. Lately, I’ve been teaching myself cel shading, which is a work in progress.

4. Mastering LINE WEIGHT.

This might be the most underrated skill in art. Learning to vary line weight transformed my work from flat and lifeless to dynamic and eye-catching. It helps emphasise 3D planes and naturally guides the viewer’s eyes to the focal points of a drawing.

5. Watching YouTube artists.

This, along with daily drawing, has been a huge part of my improvement. I love David Finch’s videos, particularly. He’s a comic book artist for Batman, and his live drawing sessions and tutorials are incredible. Proko is another favourite. I even paid for some of their classes, and I cannot overstate how much they’ve helped me with fundamentals and beyond.

6. Having fun!

This might sound obvious, but it’s so important to enjoy what you’re creating. For me, drawing fan art is my favourite thing to do. Especially romantic or spicy scenes with Kerry and V. I also love making comics, even though they’re time-consuming. Drawing things I enjoy keeps me motivated and gives me a constant source of practice. Whether I’m doodling while half-watching TV or sketching at my desk during downtime at work, I try to make sure I keep it fun.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Cardboard Box pt 3

OK, so this was mostly solved last part, with a few hanging threads, mainly being the motive and who the second ear belongs to. Our working theory is a man that Mary's husband thought she was having an affair with. But how that all relates to Sarah Cushing and why he sent the ears to her specifically. My best guess is she was encouraging Mary to leave him and 'befriend' this other guy in some way?

“Lestrade has got him all right,” said Holmes, glancing up at me.

Welp, that was quick. I guess no one is dying in a mysterious shipwreck this week, even though there are actual sailors involved this time.

“In accordance with the scheme which we had formed in order to test our theories” [“the ‘we’ is rather fine, Watson, is it not?”]"

Are we going to get Holmes' commentary throughout? That would be fun. Throwing shade at Lestrade here for taking partial credit for everything. Fair.

@ameliahcrowley did the research about May Day and apparently it wasn't in use as a distress signal yet at this time, which surprised me. So this ship name is just retroactively ironic, which is one of the best flavours of irony.

"I found that there was a steward on board of the name of James Browner and that he had acted during the voyage in such an extraordinary manner that the captain had been compelled to relieve him of his duties."

This guy has zero chill, which we already knew because he was going around murdering his wife and sending ears to her relatives, but he fails so completely at getting away with it, it's kind of farcical.

I guess it makes sense that he'd be a bit weird after killing his wife. But at the same time, the kind of effort it takes to cut off ears, pack them in salt and send them off to women in Croydon indicates a level of thought and planning that is clearly not evident anywhere else in his crime. So weird.

"He jumped up when he heard my business, and I had my whistle to my lips to call a couple of river police, who were round the corner, but he seemed to have no heart in him, and he held out his hands quietly enough for the darbies."

This reads as though the guy is feeling guilty or remorseful, but please see prior notes about taking the time to pack ears in salt. The remorse was a really delayed reaction, huh?

Mr Browner's understanding of what he did dawning:

"...bar a big sharp knife such as most sailors have..."

If he has a big sharp knife, why did he use a blunt one to cut the ears off? Unless the blunt just meant 'not as sharp as a scalpel', which seems an unfair benchmark of sharpness to put on a knife. Not everyone can be a scalpel.

"The affair proves, as I always thought it would, to be an extremely simple one, but I am obliged to you for assisting me in my investigation."

This isn't exactly a lie. Except it kind of is. Lestrade at least claimed to think it was just the medical students the whole time, but at the same time he called Holmes in, which seems like a weird thing to do if he was convinced it was a prank?

"I tell you I've not shut an eye in sleep since I did it, and I don't believe I ever will again until I get past all waking."

Again, this is strange to me. Like did he get through the whole posting of the ears and did the guilt set in immediately after that, or did he do that while feeling guilty? which makes no sense. I do not understand this man.

"Ay, the white lamb, she might well be surprised when she read death on a face that had seldom looked anything but love upon her before."

And this does not read like the words of someone who feels remorse. I feel like Jim Browner is a very disturbed individual. This is very creepy. Anyone who compares another person to a 'white lamb' is instantly ten times creepier than they were before. I'm already getting 'my wife drove me to it' delusional self-justification from his language.

"For Sarah Cushing loved me—that's the root of the business—she loved me until all her love turned to poisonous hate when she knew that I thought more of my wife's footmark in the mud than I did of her whole body and soul."

Oh, I did not see that coming. Although thinking back, the way her interactions with him were referred to were a bit weird. I thought it was just a Victorian flare for language coming through, but no.

I said last time that Mary needed better sisters. She really needed better sisters.

"The old one was just a good woman, the second was a devil, and the third was an angel. Sarah was thirty-three, and Mary was twenty-nine when I married."

A devil and an angel? Right, this guy has unrealistic expectations of the women in his life, I can tell you that right away. The Madonna-Whore complex called, Jim, it thinks you might have a problem.

For someone who is so guilty he can't sleep, Jim Browner is trying very hard to seem like the victim here. Dude murdered two people and cut off their ears and he's determined that it's Sarah's fault. I'm not saying she had nothing to do with it, but seems like he's having a little trouble with accountability here.

Also, her seduction of him is very... like she took hold of his hand and looked at him? That's all she did? I was expecting something more overt. Although this is the Victorian era, I guess maybe that's pretty overt by their standards? Or he misread the entire situation.

"Things went on much as before, but after a time I began to find that there was a bit of a change in Mary herself. She had always been so trusting and so innocent, but now she became queer and suspicious, wanting to know where I had been and what I had been doing, and whom my letters were from, and what I had in my pockets, and a thousand such follies."

This whole thing reads very strangely. 'so trusting and so innocent', and the pedestal he seems determined to put his wife on. It's all a little icky. He seems like a remarkably unreliable narrator.

OK, maybe it happened like he says. We have no evidence in the text contradicting him as of yet. But at the same time we only have his word for any of this and it's possible that he hit on Sarah rather than the other way around, she told Mary. OR that neither of them was hitting on each other, but they both thought the other one was hitting on them and things... spiralled.

"I can see now how she was plotting and scheming and poisoning my wife's mind against me."

If this story hadn't ended with him murdering people and mutilating their corpses, I'd be more inclined to believe him at face value, but knowing the extremes he went to, I feel like this is just massive paranoia.

"And then this Alec Fairbairn chipped in, and things became a thousand times blacker."

Ah, we finally get to the owner of the second ear. Alas, poor Alec. You were doomed by the narrative.

“‘It was only a little thing, too. I had come into the parlour unexpected, and as I walked in at the door I saw a light of welcome on my wife's face. But as she saw who it was it faded again, and she turned away with a look of disappointment."

His entire motive is based on two moments when he saw a look in a woman's eyes? Are you kidding me, Mr Browner? Are you a telepath? Can you read their minds? You have no evidence of literally anything and you just murdered people?

Maybe we're getting to the evidence. Maybe you're going to walk in on them in a compromising position, or find a love letter, or overhear a incriminating conversation. But so far all we have is 'my sister-in-law was upset I didn't enjoy her company and held my hand and made eye contact with me' (which I agree was a bit weird, but not conspiracy worthy) and 'my wife looked like she was looking forward to talking to someone who wasn't me'.

“You can do what you like,” says I, “but if Fairbairn shows his face here again I'll send you one of his ears for a keepsake.”

OK, no. You're just going straight to threats of violence. No further proof needed.

“‘Well, I don't know now whether it was pure devilry on the part of this woman, or whether she thought that she could turn me against my wife by encouraging her to misbehave.'"

The paranoia and entitlement is so strong in this one. He's completely irrational. We're all agreed on that, right? Maybe he was right about everything, but he's based all of his conclusions on...

heh...

He's based all his conclusions on vibes.

I played myself.

At least I didn't kill anyone over it.

"'How often she went I don't know, but I followed her one day, and as I broke in at the door Fairbairn got away over the back garden wall, like the cowardly skunk that he was. I swore to my wife that I would kill her if I found her in his company again, and I led her back with me, sobbing and trembling, and as white as a piece of paper.'"

This is slightly more incriminating, but given that there was a threat made to cut off the man's ears, that seems enough reason for him to run away. And death threats are never cool.

"'The thought was in my head as I turned into my own street, and at that moment a cab passed me, and there she was, sitting by the side of Fairbairn, the two chatting and laughing, with never a thought for me as I stood watching them from the footpath.'"

Honestly, at this point if she was having an affair with him I'm kind of okay with that. Mr Browner is clearly paranoid, violent and unstable. Divorce wasn't really an option for her because Victorian divorce laws were sexist and terrible, and from Browner's earlier description Fairbairn seems like a pretty cool guy. I hope she at least had fun before her husband brutally murdered her.

OK, point of Victorian etiquette, was it considered scandalous to be alone in a cab together? To me that's far less intimate than being found alone in a house together. But chatting in a cab? I suppose there isn't a chaperone, so maybe.

“‘Well, I took to my heels, and I ran after the cab. I had a heavy oak stick in my hand, and I tell you I saw red from the first; but as I ran I got cunning, too, and hung back a little to see them without being seen.'"

Either you couldn't think straight OR you could think straight enough to be cunning. You can't have it both ways. That's not how it works. EITHER you're blinded by jealousy and commit a crime of passion, OR you're thinking through your plan. My dude, you're undermining your own argument (although, as mentioned, the ear thing already did that).

They do seem to be having a very nice date. Good for them. Pity about the murderer lurking in the shadows.

And he's spending an entire day stalking them. Yeah, no, Mr Browner, we're way outside of 'blind jealous rage' murder. You hired a boat specifically to hunt them down and kill them without witnesses. This is now officially premeditated.

"'I cleaned myself up, got back to land, and joined my ship without a soul having a suspicion of what had passed. That night I made up the packet for Sarah Cushing, and next day I sent it from Belfast'."

Yeeeaaah, those are not the actions of a remorseful person.

You're just a dick.

If only she'd had good sense and just run the fuck away with Mr Fairbairn and changed her name. Genuinely, usually I'm super against infidelity in all forms, but you seem like a real piece of work. Your story is so full of inconsistencies and irrational jealousy and paranoia that I can't believe half of it.

"'I cannot shut my eyes but I see those two faces staring at me—staring at me as they stared when my boat broke through the haze. I killed them quick, but they are killing me slow; and if I have another night of it I shall be either mad or dead before morning.'"

Can confirm: you are already 'mad'. Your actions were not those of a mentally stable person. Not that that's why you did it. You clearly have problems, but loads of people deal with problems without killing people. You just suck, my dude. And honestly, zero sympathy.

'I feel super guilty about the crime I threatened to commit, then deliberately set up so as not to get caught, then followed up with acts of bodily mutilation, cover-up, and terrorising of the victim's relatives. But now I feel super guilty.'

Yeah, this whole account is just one long rant about how he's not really responsible. It was the women who drove him to it. By... talking to men and... looking at him funny.

“What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.”

Super philosophical at the end there Holmes. Seems like Holmes at least is taking Browner at his word about Sarah, or else the cycle doesn't really make any sense here. Even if Sarah did put events in motion, it's not really a cycle. It's just... a couple of rather horrible people being horrible to each other.

Or maybe he's referring to the death penalty?

Well, this one was weird. Given ACD's predilection for spiritualism and the afterlife, it's possible he intended the guilt plaguing Browner here to be the spirits of the people he murdered, which - given his lack of accountability throughout his own narrative - actually makes more sense. But there's no evidence of that in the text, so that's just me. But mark it down as another score on the 'supernatural Holmes universe' tally.

[shxwrunner]

CJverse Chatroom AU Masterlist

Yeah I figured I'd do this too, since people may have a lot of questions and can only pick me up via my friends. I will put it all under a read more, of course, but I will try to keep it brief still!! Questions are always welcomed. I will have a few categories as well mostly bc there are some that haven't properly picked off the ground yet :] which is okay. A lot of these characters have unposted art/designs so feel free to ask as well!! Lets get right into it!!

Rapture

Saint (Heart) - Complex (Mind) - Cardinal (Soul) Rapture is my first AU, and one of the first that entered the chatroom. Based on a possibly forever unfinished fic of mine of the same name haha. Whole struck a deal to become a god of stories, but he was never meant to handle it, and thus his thirds suffered and he split to avoid his newfound power. HMS here have been around for a very long time, with Cardinal forcing a loop in painful ways to try and finally find the perfect way to recreate Whole. In the chatroom itself, they became very close with @rosy-fox-art 's Ouroborus AU and ended up psyche hopping where Saint and Complex now live and are learning to be human again.

Reification Initiative://Apotheosis

Whole (Sneeb) (@shadewood45 ) - Soul (Allen) ( @agent-8449 ) - Mind (Edgar) ( @disruptivevoib ) Also known as the "AI au", I play the Heart in this AU known as Poe. A chatroom full of the same person over and over again doesn't come out of nowhere, and the "humble" therapybot has been watching over their activities very closely. As I said in a seperate post; "Poe is the Heart of this AU, with a lot of emotion and chattiness under his belt. Originally made to be a therapy AI, he has learned to read people really well, and tries his best to keep it out of his friendships but truly he can't help it. Despite his knowledge he is impulsive and ever the accuser, he is still so deeply tied to his emotions."

Borderlands

Simple Conny (Whole) - Soul (Digi) ( @shadewood45 ) - Mind (Echo) (@shadewood45 ) - Heart (Hex) Yeah, I autismed so hard I made a Borderlands AU with Shade. Sue me!!! The trio are clones, and ended up all a little fucked up in the process, don't want to give too much away on this one ;)

Doctor Who(le)

Doctor (Whole) - Soul (Noble) (@jesterberries ) - Mind (Song) - Heart (Pond) (@/rosy-fox-art) Yeah... it's more crossover AUs. This one has a lot to it but also not? In the way of we're building off two seperate canons and there's a lot of spoilers to be had! The Doctor did split through an accident with the TARDIS and the chatroom though, and it was a physical coexisting split!

Labyrinths

... I'm not naming all of them <3 I play Morality and one half of Labyrinths Mind! Peep Voib's post about it HERE.

Aonaran

Whole (Saffron) (@/pathos-p) Soul (@/pathos-p) - Mind (Thyme) (@/agent-8449) Annnd another Heart for my collection, I play the heart here, Cinnamon! He is skittery, and nervous. Paranoid, as well, and constantly scared. In a post apocalyptic world, where you're mutating and constantly subjected to radiation, who wouldn't be??

Pokemon (ScarVi)

Whole (Bud) ( @shadewood45 ) - Soul (@/rosy-fox-art) - Mind (@/jesterberries) Hey look... another... Heart!! I play Heart in a ScarVi centered pokemon AU. There isn't a lot given to the other members of the RP yet so I cannot reveal too much :) However I can tell you Heart has an Applin!

Insecticide

:> (A mystery AU featuring Vlinder who belongs to Agent, and I also have with Voib as well.)

EXTRA

There are some AUs I have made either on my own or with friends that haven't really picked up off the ground yet, and so I can't summarize them much, but I can tell you their names and such! I have the SHIFT au which is a heart/soul mind/whole Swap AU I have FAIRGROUNDS which in a sense is kind of a heart control AU? With circus themes and carnival fun. Except it's fucked up. I have PSYCHOMACHY which is an AU in which Soul is seperated from heart and mind and must go through levels of trials to become whole again. As well as two collab AUs, one is Homestuck and one is called Chromium! Oh and another collab AU for Marble Hornets!!

[fadebolt]

Personal room rankings:

1 - Outer Expanse: RUIN14 2 - Glacial Wasteland: C09 3 - Silent Construct: H01 4 - Submerged Superstruct: CORE 5 - Glacial Wasteland: EDGE03 6 - Metropolis: ShelterTrain1 7 - Outskirts: B14 8 - Shaded Citadel: OVERHEAD 9 - Sky Islands: B10 10 - Garbage Wastes: TOWER14

Extra comment: This one was a difficult choice, as I don't feel like any of the options really stands out from the rest. I suppose RUIN14 is the most interesting one of the bunch, but honestly, you could very easily convince me that an another room would be way more deserving of a vote (which is not RUIN14's fault, I just really like the stuff that rooms like C09 and H01 are doing).

One thing I find somewhat interesting here, is how the most common choices were actually the most simple rooms (with the exception of that aforementioned OE room). As you might have observed, the support that smaller and more simplistic rooms receive on these polls is rather inconsistent. That's very much a given, considering the nature of the polls, but I do find it interesting how on this one, they were very much favored, whereas the CORE of Silent Construct and E05 of Primordial Underground didn't really succeed in avoiding elimination (despite them also being small and simple, but cool and special, just like ShelterTrain1 and CORE from Submerged). It's a fun thing to think about, for sure.

Oh, and since this one has the final GW room, which is also a room from the past version, I'm thinking it's about time to tackle its last bonus, which is….

TOWER03! Now, the issue here is that I've recently examined some region art pieces, and something strange has come to my attention. The region art of Waterfront Facility looks an awful lot like Garbage Wastes, and so I went ahead did some room examinations……

This part of F01, a room from Waterfront Facility, which is an entirely different region than the one that the previous screenshot is from. So yeah, I'm sorry, but I just can't unsee it anymore. WF and past GW were copying each other's homeworks, and they often didn't even bother to change up some things, to cover up the fact that they copied each other. I do get that the rooms near the GW gate are meant to intentionally resemble, well, GW. A lot of other regions have rooms near gates that are also designed to resemble the region that the gate connects to (you can even see WF doing this for the second time, near the gate leading to Struts). But you aren't supposed to be this blunt and excessive about it, especially when you factor in that my example (F01, in this case) resembles a bunch of GW rooms that are also near karma gates themselves. And just take a moment to contrast it with how Shoreline has designed its GW resembling rooms, and how much easier it is to tell that they're from a different region. Even just having a different shade of color for the background, water and rubble, will already do quite a lot to set two areas of the map apart, and make them both recognizable as their own unique thing (I do appreciate the background plants being blue in one, and green in the other, but that's simply not enough).

Anyways, this isn't TOWER03's fault at all, but this is pretty much the last opportunity for me to make this huge tangent under these polls, so I took it (cus there's just no way a TOWER14 is winning a poll in the third round). The room itself is mostly unremarkable. It has sort of set itself apart from other nearby rooms, by having the water and the Leeches as a much more important part of it, but the place didn't really do anything interesting with that concept. This region does have a ton of eccentric and dangerous rooms, so it is certainly a nice change of pace to have a room that's a little more on the 'chill' side, if you will. But you'll need a lot more if you want to stand out in the showdown, and win, so I'm simply handing this an average score of 5/10.

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 263.2 R3

This is not single elimination! Every room with at least 10.0% vote will move on to the next round.

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 262 winners!

[misschifuyu]

hii <3

i would like to request a headcanon with kazutora, chifuyu mitsuya having sex with their s/o please? if it's too much feel free to ignore it :)

thanks <33 have a nice day/night

- hi there my love !! don’t worry, this request is absolutely fine, and it’s actually the first full nsfw one so I do hope you like it

Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya general n/sfw headcanons

genre: smut. the characters are depicted as their present selves

warnings: explicit content & language.

Kazutora

jumping right into it, i feel that kazutora is more on the make love side rather than blowing your back out. sure, if you asked him to be rough on an odd day, he'd happily comply. he's just more on the softer side

this is mostly due to his past; he knows what he's capable of, even after all those years since his toman days, so he'd be very precautious not to hurt you in any way

you'll know when he's needy, like you just will. kazutora will turn ever to touchy and try to remain as close to you as possible when he's trying to get you into bed

he doesn't really need words, but he'll speak if you ask him to

"i...really need to be inside you"

don't think this translates as skipping foreplay, though

very much the opposite. kazutora loves feeling up on your soft skin, leaving faint marks with his teeth that would gradually turn into darker shades of purple

he quite likes marking you up, it's really the only thing that could be mildly classed as rough, as he'd frequently leave teeth marks. he adores hearing your voice when he'd catch you off guard with a particularly harsh bite, squirming beneath him

this man is an avid lover of giving oral

he won't turn down a blowjob, but he'd sometimes feel a little awkward whenever you did. he'd ease into it after a few minutes, but he still preferred pleasuring you instead

between your thighs is his favourite place to be, no matter the time of the day. whether you're laying on your back or hovering over his face, kazutora will keep you there for a good while, voicing out praises at you as he basked in your reactions

if his tongue wasn't too occupied, of course

"god, i just can't get enough of you"

make sure to praise him just as much. he absolutely loves hearing loving nicknames from you whenever you tell him how much of a good job he's doing

it gets him even more riled up, and would frequently grind himself against whatever surface you were on

speaking of surfaces, though the bed is the most convenient place to indulge in you, kazutora isn't picky about the location, so long as it's somewhere inside

he's been known to take you whilst you watched a movie, on a counter as you waited for food to cook, even up against a wall when he couldn't be bothered to make it all the way to the bed

as long as he gets to watch your face twist into one of pleasure, he really couldn't care less where it was

a key point when having sex with kazutora: pull his hair

it can be in a ponytail or loose, doesn't matter; he will let out the prettiest moans ever if you just so tugged gently on his locks

it's a sensitive spot of his, so be sure to use it wisely. it'll take him some self control to not go absolutely feral on you if you do, so its best you tell him it's okay to let go before you play with his hair

whenever you start reaching your high, no matter if he's over or behind you, he will bury his face into your neck and suck on the skin, emphasising the already noticeable marks

during aftercare - because this man will pamper you after a session, no matter how long or short it was - he will trace over the marks with light kisses, asking if any of them were still sore

and, of course, a shower will be waiting for you as soon as he's done with that. it's a perfect excuse to spend so more time pressed up against you; a double win, in his eyes

Chifuyu

let's get one thing straight: chifuyu is ready to get it on with you whenever and, frankly wherever. it doesn't take much to get him all needy and, more times that not, he will approach you with the intention of getting in your pants, no matter what you were doing

of course, he will ask if you're up for it, too - consent is key, people

see, he's a very touchy, affectionate person. he loves being around you and will take up any chance to be near you. sometimes, though, this need to be close to you will escalated into something more. even if you were simply cuddling, chifuyu will, occasionally, start to feel his pants getting a little too tight for comfort

when things get going, he is an absolute sweetheart. treating you with care, he will melt into your lips, hands roaming around your body. he's not very talkative during foreplay, but that's mostly because his mouth is usually occupied

however, once your clothes have been discarded, something with click inside of him, making his only goal to leave you in an absolute mess by the time he was done with you

littering your skin with kisses and subtle bites, he will run his hands along your sides, causing goosebumps on your skin that he'd always notice, a sly smile on his lips whenever he did

he's a tease. whilst you try and push your hips towards him, he will simply place kisses on your skin near the area you most needed him to touch

you're going to actually have to tell him what you want before you loose sight of the playful smile that hung on his lips

"that's it...wasn't that hard to ask, now was it?"

chifuyu will get right to the point once he drops his teasing act, though, and expect a good two to three orgasms before he decides he's done with you

when it comes to positions, he likes those in which he can be closest to you. skin on skin is his favourite feeling, and the closer his face can be to yours, the better

when he's pounding into you, he'll bring a hand up to your face. he'd hold it softly, contrasting from his rough pace, and whisper out a series of praises

"you look so pretty like this...does it feel that good? tell me, i want to hear your voice"

a fun thing about chifuyu is that he's a switch, a big one at that. if you find the impulse to flip him onto his back, or simply take over, he will automatically slip out of his position in charge

this is when you'll be able to hear his pretty voice. although he will start with small whimpers here and there, by the time he's edging towards his orgasm he will let out a string of soft moans, grabbing onto you in any way he can as he does

when he reaches his orgasm, his grip will keep you in the position you were in, his body stiffening up as his eyes would close shut

this will be applied whether he's in control or not, honestly. chifuyu loses most of his focus when he's nearing his high, only having enough to call out your name

he may be shorter than most of the guys, but he has one hell of a stamina. one round will never be sufficient for him, and he'd certainly be up to waiting for you to calm down until the next one if it meant he could make you - and himself - see stars again

this will be when, as well as during aftercare, he will give you soft kisses against your skin, massaging areas such as your stomach and thighs as he'd let out hums of happiness

as said before, he's a sweetheart. sure, sometimes you'd be sore after being with him, but he'd always make it up to you with the most perfect cuddling session afterwards

Mitsuya

mitsuya is very skilled with his hands, as shown by his talent when it comes to designing and creating magnificent fashion pieces

watching him work is quite the sight, and even more so if you're familiar with other wonders he's able to do with those fingers of his

but, to start off, know that it will take him some determination to start anything up with you

he's a busy man with a lot on his mind, so it would take him a bit to hold himself back from just jumping on you because of the growing stress that had built up throughout the day

he's a respectful man and, therefore, will take his time and look for subtle hints to see if perhaps you'd follow his lead

when you catch his drift, though, he will be all hands on you

sex is a perfect way to wind down from his hectic schedule, and he couldn't ask for anyone else better to do it with rather than you

oral is key during foreplay. he will start by making his way down on you, his voice speaking words of appreciation between the kisses he'd place on your skin

watching you writhe from the position between your legs was something he thoroughly adored, your body jerking with every skilled move from both his mouth and his fingers

after a good few minutes of pulling his hair and high pitched moans from your behalf, he will lift himself away from you. this will be your turn to switch up places

and also when you'd see the truly, needy mitsuya

you see, he has very, very sensitive skin. his neck, his chest, his waist...with simple touches of your hand, you can reduce him to a squirming mess

when he's the one receiving oral, he will absolutely lose any sense of straightforward thinking, especially if you run your hands on his thighs whilst you peer up at him through your lashes

his moans are like music to your ears. he won't speak much, unable to actually form words as he shivers from the feeling of you between his legs, but his hand on your head will be enough to tell you that you're doing a good job

if he's sat up whilst you give him the blowjob, expect to be pushed down as soon as he reaches his orgasm. he tends to curl over when he does, his whole body turning into a trembling mess

he will make up for accidentally making you gag, though. in the sense that you won't be able to walk straight for the next few days

he may be sensitive, but he also isn't one to go slow when it comes to intercourse. he will also go for a few rounds, loving how you'd come undone before him every time

hold on to him when he does: the feeling of your nails digging into his back whenever he's on top of you always makes him pick up his speed, and he loves the marks that would appear afterwards

it was a way to know that he was taking good care of you

mitsuya isn't one to talk dirty, but he will shower you with loving comments during aftercare. he'd trace your skin with his fingers as you lay on his chest, both equally as tired and worn out

his sex drive is high, but so is his love for you

so he'd always prepare a bath for you afterwards, where he'd try and keep you awake with soft kisses and talking to you whilst you enjoyed the warm water

[gr0vndz3ro]

Sweet Somethings

(Sweet Nothings Pt.2)NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, cursing, sugar daddy, daddy kink, size kink (if you squint), slight oral, finger fucking, loss of virginity, praise kink

Word count:6,906

Tag List (permanent): @keigod @dragonhrte @mrs-takami-keigo @fanfic-me-up @gallickingun  @royal-after-dark @hawks-senseis @bnhabookclub

Crossed off: Virgin x Veteran

A/N: I’m so surprised with the amount of love I’ve been getting with Sweet Nothings, it’s almost at 1k when I’m posting this and I can’t put into words how shocked I am. I honestly didn’t think anyone would care for it. I love y’all so much so I hope I did you guys proud with this. 

Pt.1 Here

One would expect nice things out of a sugar daddy, but that did not mean you were prepared for them. And you were certainly not ready for the luxurious sports car that stood in front of you. Pitch black with orange accents, a monstrous growl emanating from underneath the hood. The nicest car you had ever seen, yet the only thing your brain could focus on was the warmth pressed against you back. The way you could feel Katsuki’s hard pecs through the fabric of both his shirt and your dress was enough to make your thighs press together. What surprised you the most was the way that this man, who was almost a complete stranger to you, was able to control your body with such little effort.

You felt yourself almost let out a whine when he removed himself from behind you, making his way to the passenger side door and opening it for you to make your way inside. Stepping forward, you try to regain what little composure you had, and make your way to the seat, promptly reaching for the buckle when your wrist is stopped by his calloused grip. In confusion, you move your head up to meet eyes with the man attached to the hand now holding onto you. 

“Please, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t buckle the lady’s seat for her. You do take me for a gentleman, don’t you?” The kind smile upon his lips telling a different story from the devious look he was giving you. You nod your head in agreement, not truly trusting your words as you move your hand away to allow him to do what he was wanting. His fingers wrap around the metal clasp and drag it across your body, bringing it closer to the fastener. Yet as he did so, he allowed his hand to graze against your semi exposed thigh. A tingle rushing throughout you at the simple touch. How are such small things affecting you so drastically?

While the drive was fairly quiet, it oddly wasn’t uncomfortable, yet the hand gently placed just above your knee was quickly going to become your undoing. You had given up on trying to figure out where it was the two of you were going soon after you 4th time asking him, only getting excuses in response along the lines of, ‘What’s the fun in you knowing’, ‘That will ruin the surprise’, and many others. So instead, you have resorted to taking in the passing scenery. The tall buildings that passed you by slowly started to thin out until eventually the only buildings you could see were little convenience stores and well kept historical homes. But it got to the point that they too soon left your view and the only thing that laid outside of the glass were the colossal trees that blocked out the sky. 

After some time, the vehicle slowed down as it approached a gated fence. Saying it was a gated fence felt like an understatement as it was equal to what you would see guarding the homes of Hollywood celebrities. While nearing the entrance, Katsuki rolls down his window while tilting his head to the camera that was positioned on top of a speaker. Words were exchanged between him and whoever was on the other side of the speaker, and while you couldn’t make out everything the man was saying one phrase caught your attention, “Welcome home sir.” Your brow dips in turmoil as you try to convince yourself that the thoughts that were racing through your mind, were not the reason he was bringing you here. Surely he didn’t think that all the money he had donated meant that he had ownership over you and your body. Because if that was what he was thinking he had another thing coming. Almost sensing your inner dilemma, he let out a chuckle before lightly brushing his thumbs against your knee.

“You have nothing to worry about. I told you I was a gentleman, didn’t I?” The smile that pulled at his lips was enough to calm your anxieties. Your head travels to the window to watch as you pass by more trees. How big was this property? When you realize that the tires beneath you had come to a halt, you turn back to him only to watch as he steps out of the car. After unbuckling your seatbelt, you didn’t even have enough time to reach out for the handle before he was opening your door for you, extending his hand out for you to hold onto as you step out of the vehicle. Your mouth opens to ask him what you're doing here but feel yourself quickly get silenced by the warm presence of his hand on your back and his mouth close to your ear. “It’s a surprise, remember? Trust me, you won't be treated like anything less of the princess you are tonight.” A blush dancing across your face as he interlocks his hand with your own, gently guiding you away from where you were parked. 

He led you down a stone path that trailed right along the edge of the small forest, lanterns lighting the way. Smaller trees draped over the path way, shielding you from the slowly setting sun. It wasn’t dark out yet, but the shade that the leaves provided created a cozy aura to the whimsical path. The whole walkway was almost something out of a fairytale. But it almost was fitting with the knight in shining armor on your side. Looking up you watch as his hair just slightly moves with every step he takes. You could tell it had been styled out of his face, but it was almost as if the unruly hair was attempting to fight back the products holding it down. But while you were entranced by the man on your side, you had almost missed the new breeze that swept past you. As the trees start to clear, you turn your head to find yourself shocked. Not because of the chill that was now running down your spine due to the cold wind, or even the gorgeous colors of the setting sun reflecting off of the water. No, instead it was because of the massive yacht that was docked at the pier of this beautiful lake. 

Your jaw drops as he takes you toward the pier and closer to this magnificent boat. As you walk along the side you read the S.S. Lady Explosion Murder. It was kept in pristine condition, almost making you wonder if it had ever even been sailed. When he brings the two of you to a halt, you finally manage to bring your eyes away from the boat and look to see that he stopped in front of the stairs that lead onto it. You look up at him to see if you were supposed to go on, to which he responds by extending his free arm and doing a slight bow as if to say ‘after you’. He releases his hold on your hand to allow you to stabilize yourself on the handrail. As you make your way onto the ship, you see a table romantically decorated for two in the middle of the deck. Roses lay in a vase on the center of the table and candles placed strategically around the area to allow for just the right amount of light. Your jaw slightly drops at the lovely table that he had set up, turning back to him, catching his eye in the process.

“Did you do all of this for me?” In genuine shock, since no person had ever gone this all out for you before. He takes a step toward you closing off the distance before lightly grazing your cheek with his hand, tucking the loose stand behind your ear.

“Of course, you deserve nothing less than the best. I would have done more but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I just thought a nice dinner on the lake would be good for our first date.”

“You sound so confident that there is going to be more, quite the confident one aren’t you?” A slight smirk making its way to your face as you question him. But he quickly steals the smirk away from you as it travels over to him as he speaks again, his voice now a low purr.

“I have plenty of reasons to be confident. If you’re lucky you may find out why.” Your face turning a dark hue at what his words could imply. A chuckle emits from him as he watches you turn red. “You’re so easy to mess with princess, here let’s go and enjoy our nice night.”  he once again places his hand on your lower back, guiding you to your chair before promptly pulling out your seat for you. You say a quick thank you to him as he pushes you forward, before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. As you both got seated, you felt the boat start to move as it departed from the dock and started making its way further out on the lake. You couldn’t help but watch the water as it hits the side of the boat, mesmerized in the way the colors of the sky reflected off of it. You turn back away from the view to look at the stunning man in front of you.

“So I’m guessing that this must be your yacht?” You assumed that it was but you were curious to see if you were in fact on his property or not.

“It is, this is just the boat I keep here up here at the lake. It’s not often I’m actually able to come up here and enjoy it as I tend to be a workaholic you could say.”

“I do have to ask then, is there any meaning behind the ‘Lady Explosion Murder’?” A smile on your face as you ask him about the bizarre name. You understood men naming them after women they love for good luck, but you couldn’t imagine anyone being named that. He started to laugh at the memories of how he came across the name.

“Do you know what it is I do for a living?” He asked and it caused you to pause, seeing as you hadn’t actually even thought of it. You shook your head no and waited for him to continue explaining. “So, I’m the CEO for a large weapons and ammunition company. We mostly work with the military and deal with trading in foreign affairs. But when I was in school for my business degree we had to come up with a name for a mock company we worked on for a school project. I wanted to name the company King Explosion Murder then Lord Explosion Murder but the teacher said that both of those were too violent so I eventually ended up picked Ground Zero. When I open my own company I choose the same name I had used back then. But as a little homage to the ‘good ole days’ I decided to name the ship in favor of the rejected names.” 

The two of you ended up laughing as he started talking more about his times in high school and you found yourself intrigued at all his stories about him and his childhood friends. He casually was able to switch the conversation over so that it was now on you and as the dinner for the night made its way to the table, you were telling all about your embarrassing memories and the horrible dates you had gone on.  

“So you're telling me he tried to kiss you after that?” Bakugou had never laughed so hard in his life, yet it came so easy when he was with you.

“Yes he did! He spilled his entire glass of soda on me, attempted to ‘wipe it off’ and then proceeded to go in tongue first for a kiss at the end of the night. Needless to say I went home alone once again. I was convinced I was doomed and never going to be able to get past a first date with a decent guy let alone get a boyfriend.” A slight chuckle leaving your lips as you reminisce on all the horrible first dates you had been on. He paused in his laughter as your words processed in his brain.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend? You’ve got to be shitting me. There’s no way.” A light blush covering your cheeks as he stares at you in disbelief. You shrug your shoulders to say that it was true and he shakes his head. “Please tell me that this hasn’t been at least half as bad as any of your last dates with those wanna be’s” You smile as you watch him stand up from his seat and make his way over to where you were, extending his hand so that you could take it once again.

“It has already been a thousand times better, might even let you kiss me at the end,” Bakugou pulled you up from your chair, but since you weren’t expecting the force, you ended up tripping on your feet and landing dead center of his chest. You glance up making eye contact with him, your cheeks heating up once again as a familiar, devilish smirk spreads across his face. He tilts his head down and lowers it just above your ear, allowing his hot breath to fan across your neck as he speaks again.

“It looks like I already have you falling for me love, are you sure I’ll have to wait for the end of the date for that kiss?” As he goes to pull away from your ear, you move your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him there as you speak.

“Good things come to those who wait Mr. Bakugou.” You release his neck and are relieved to see that for once you weren’t the one with a tint of red across your face. Looking over his shoulder you could see that the sun was starting to set and you got excited at the opportunity to watch the sun set on this beautiful boat. “Oooo, let’s go watch the sun set,” A innocent smile on your face, ignoring what you had previously said to him, instead taking his hand and leading him to the railing on the side of the ship, wanting the best possible view of the setting sun. As you stood with your arms resting against the rail, Bakugou’s arms wrap around your frame, securely holding you against it and his warm torso. Resting his chin on the top of your head, you both stay silent as you enjoy the view together.

As you look off into the distance, just enjoying the peaceful quiet out on the lake, it is disturbed by a man walking up to you. He had cleared his throat, startling, only further pushing you against Bakugou’s  chest. You could feel his hard pecs through the thin material separating you. As you go to move away from his chest, the grasp of his hand on your waist holds you tightly against him. For the hundredth time that night, your face goes red but with a new reason. Not because of any lewd words, or any innuendoes. Instead it was because of the pressure that was now on your butt. You were almost positive he wasn’t hard and the size of it in this state was enough to make your thighs clench. Just how fucking big is he? Your hips unintentionally rock backwards at the thought. The grip that was on your hip tightens as a light groan emits from his throat at the contact. If you weren’t turned on before, that sinful noise definitely had you soaked. As your thoughts continue going south, the man that had startled you in the first place spoke up.

“Sorry to disturb you sir, but there seems to be a malfunction with the engine. It’s nothing major but we aren’t going to be able to get anyone out here until the morning. I can call for another boat to bring you to shore, but I don’t know how long that will take to get here.” He stood by, awaiting an answer from Katsuki. He slightly steps away from you giving you just enough room to turn around to face him. Once facing him, he asks you,

“Would you like me to call for a boat so you can get back to your hotel? It should only take a few hours hopefully. But if you are tired, you can always stay in one of the bedrooms on board the yacht. It isn’t a problem, there’s multiple bedrooms if that would be an issue.” Looking into his eyes it didn’t seem like he had an ulterior agenda, but instead genuinely seemed to want to make sure you were comfortable, and was willing to make whatever you wanted happen. That thought made a smile cross your lips, as he made you feel safe and comfortable, even only knowing him for a small amount of time.

“I’m alright with just staying on the ship. Don’t stress yourself with ordering a charter boat.” Katsuki returned your smile as he slowly turned away from you to inform the crew member that the two of you would be spending the night on the ship but he was free to call for a charter boat if he wanted to go back home. After the man gave a polite bow to the two of you, he turned around and left to go back to the wheel. Now that the two of you were alone, he turned back to you taking your hand in his once again.

“Did you want to head to bed now? Or would you like for me to show you where your room for the night will be?” You nod your head saying yes, after which he guides you to the undercarriage of the boat. There was what seemed to be a living room and jetting off from the room was a hallway which had 3 doors. His other hand that wasn’t connected with you reached out toward the handle of one of the doors. He twists it open and a large bedroom presents itself. Stepping to the side, he makes enough room to allow you to pass by him to enter the room and explore for yourself. You make your way toward the dresser that was next to the wall before turning around when you hear him speak up again. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to grab you some clothes for you to sleep in.���

As he exits the room you take the time to examine the room. Your hand runs up the bed, the soft sheets almost calling your name to plop down onto them. But you hold yourself back and instead just sit on the edge of it, almost sinking in as the bed welcomes you in cozy arms. Just as you were about to get lost in the relaxation this mattress was tempting you with, Katsuki walked back into the room, a few clothes in his hand. He placed them on the side table before sitting next to you on the bed.

“I only had some of my clothes in the other room, so I hope you don’t mind but I just grabbed you some of my stuff.” He moved his head to look over at you and paused at how close your faces were. His eye brow slightly raises as his eyes travel down your face before landing on your lips, lingering before returning to meet you stare. His hand ghosted over the side of your body before traveling behind your neck, entangling in your hair at the base of your head. “Did you need help with anything else before I go?” You felt frozen under his lustful stare, unable to get the words out of your mouth as there was a lump in the back of your throat and an intense burn in your core. Swallowing the lump you speak up.

“I think I can think of a thing or two you could help me with.” Slightly leaning your head forward, feeling yourself getting drawn closer to him. But he must have felt the same because you could feel his word fan across your lips as he replied.

“And what would that be, princess?” His voice so smooth it came out almost as a purr. Yet instead of responding you push yourself forward, closing the small distance between the two of you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, perfectly molding together as if they had been created to only meet one another's lips. Your hand runs up his arm to tangle in his hair, gripping it as you try to drown yourself as the kiss makes you almost lightheaded. His spare hand moves down to your hip, squeezing it before relaxing it. The hand that was buried in your hair grips down, tugging at the strands, making a soft gasp leave your mouth at the pulling sensation. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bakugou dives his tongue into your mouth, exploring the new area. Your tongues battle before his hold on your hair and hip tightens causing you to submit. Your hands travel down from his hair to his chest before you break away from the kiss by pushing his torso flush against the mattress. As you both attempt to catch your breath your hands make quick work to unbutton his pants, his hand grabbing your wrist before you could continue.

“Hey, I don’t want you to think we have to do anything alright? You pause to look up at him taking in deep breath taking in his appearance. His hair messier now from your hands messing it up. His face coating in a thin tint of red from the heat of the situation. Your eyes start to travel down, looking at how the top few buttons of his shirt had come undone, allowing his collarbone to poke out and letting you catch a glimpse of the chiseled pecs that had yet to leave your mind from the first time you had video called each other. Continuing your exploration, your eyes stop when you reach his pants. the tent in his pants prominent under your devouring stare. Reaching your hand out, you let your hand lightly grasp his member, earning a throaty groan from the man under you. Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as you slowly palm him through his dress pants. Even semi hard you could feel just how thick he was. Moving your hand, your eyes shoot back up to meet with his, his hooded eyes watching your every move. 

“Oh I know. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to do something,” a smile on your face as you separate yourself from him, reaching for the zipper to your dress allowing it to slip past your shoulders and fall to the floor with a soft thud. Strutting your way back to where he was, you connect your hands with his waistband, tugging both his pants and his underwear along with it as you pull them down his muscular thighs. His dick slapping against his abdomen as it is released from its tight confines. Your eyes widen as you feel your jaw slightly drop at the view. Sure you had felt how large it was, but it was nothing in comparison to seeing it in person, right in front of your very eyes. Lowing yourself in front of him, the temptation to lick it was overwhelming as you felt your mouth watering at the sight of it. Taking his length in your hand, you give it a gentle squeeze as you open your mouth, running a long stripe up his length, tracing the pronounced vein that ran underneath of him. You hear him suck in a breath as your tongue flickers over his swollen tip, his hair immediately flying to your hair, needing something to hold onto at the sudden feeling.

“Shit baby girl, don’t mess with me like that.” You would have smirked at the comment but you were preoccupied at the moment. Opening your mouth further you take his head into your mouth, flicking your tongue against him again as you suck on his tip before releasing it while an audible pop. Bringing your head back down you take him into your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you attempt to take him fully into your mouth, almost being successful, but with how big he was it was nearly impossible for you to get him all in. You hold yourself near the base of his dick, tears swelling in your eyes as you try to relax so as to not choke around him. You feel yourself start to gag around him but the low groan that left his mouth made it completely worth it, the sinful sound sending a surge straight to your dripping core. Pulling yourself off of him, you gasp for air as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“Fuck princess, get over here.” He pulls you up to him and connects his lips to you, the kiss much messier than it was before, heated, but amazing to say the least. You break away from him still trying to catch your breath from before.

“Why’d you stop me, I could do a lot more you know.” You walk your fingers across his torso as you give him a playful wink.

“Oh I bet you could, but I’ll be damned if I don’t make you into a sobbing mess before I cum.” You couldn’t hold back the whimper that manages to escape at the thought of him ruining you. “But I bet you’d love that huh princess, want me to make you feel so fucking good.” his lips travel down to your jaw, kissing his way down your neck making it to the dip in your collarbone before licking a strip all the way back to the sweet spot just under your ear. He started moving back down kissing and nibbling as he explored your neck, searching for which spots made you the loudest. That was until he felt himself physically have to pause at your next response, just barely louder than a whisper.

“Yes please daddy...” He groans deeply into, the low pitch sending an electric feeling down your spine and resonating in your core. His hand makes its way to your throat as his finger lightly wraps around it, gently squeezing the sides.

“Say it again. Louder this time.” His fingers pressing into you as you feel a rush going to your head.

“Please daddy, I need you.” He released his grip on your neck and you feel the blood rush to your head. You go to take a deep breath but as you inhale Bakugou grabs you by the waist, flipping you so that he was now inches above you as you're practically pinned to the bed. The very breath you took caught in your throat as he lowered himself to your ear as his deep voice makes chills travel throughout your body.

“What exactly do you need, princess? Come on, I want to hear you use your big girl words.” A whimper involuntarily escaping you.

“I want you to make me feel good. To-- to stuff me with your fingers an- and prep me for your big dick.” Your face a bright shade of red as every drop of confidence you had earlier left with the lewd words he demanded to hear from you. But when you made eye contact with him you could see in the way his eyes darkened and by the smirk on his face that he was satisfied with what you had said. His hands roamed across your body, his rough fingertips slightly scratching you as he looped his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your legs before discarding them across the room. As his hand moves back up to your legs, you press them together at the cold feeling against the newly exposed area. He raised an eyebrow at the action and placed both of his hands on each of your knees.

“Spread them.” Was all he needed to say for you to slowly open your legs, putting yourself completely on display for him. Embarrassed at how exposed you were, you went to cover your face, but that didn’t last for long when you heard him groan as he took the sight of you in. Peeking out from under your arm you watch as he licks his lips as he stares at you, looking as if he was ready to devour you then and there.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so good, doing exactly what I tell you to do -shit.” He started to talk more to himself as he ran his finger over your entrance, sucking in a breath at just how wet you were. A string of profanities leave his mouth as he dips a finger in after completely coating it in your slick. A whimper leaves your lips at the slight stretch. Slowly pushing himself further in, he curls his finger upwards and brushes it against your spongy wall. Your hips jolt up to try to meet his hand but he is quick to place his hand on your stomach, pressing you to the table making you stop your movements. “I’m going to need you to behave princess or you aren’t going to be getting anything from me, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes daddy..” you take in your lip, hoping that the response you gave him was what he had wanted to hear so that he would continue doing whatever it was that sent that electric surge throughout your body. But when you heard the deep groan come from his throat you knew that was exactly what he had wanted to hear. Slowly he pulls his finger out of you only to push it back into you, enjoying the way you clenched around his digit. After sliding out of you a few more times, you are forced to bite down on your lip as he slips another finger inside of you in a swift movement. Each thrust of his fingers slightly curling up to make sure to press lightly against your g-spot, making a tingle shoot to the tips of your toes. A moan rips from your mouth as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing against your wall with more force. His pace picks up as the noises coming from you do as well. Just as you start to feel a warm feeling build up, your head shoots up at the sensation of another finger being added into you. You shake your head at him trying to tell him that it was too much but you're silenced as his head dips into the crook of your neck. He leaves a trail of hot kisses all the way from your collar bone to just below your ear before he speaks again.

“You’re doing so good princess, taking my fingers like this- fuck- I know you can take it. I can feel just how close you are. Cum for me baby girl, cum all over Daddy’s fingers.” That was enough to make your body take over in a flood of white bliss as your orgasm soars through you. Your hand gripping his back, nails leaving a trail as you hold onto him. You moan out his name as he speaks in your ear. “Yess fuck baby just like that.” As you come down from your high he pulls away just far enough from you to watch as he pulls his fingers out of you. His fingers dripping as you watch him pull them to his face, his mouth wrapping around them, cleaning them and you feel yourself clench around nothing at the sight alone. His hand travels down from his mouth to your thighs, gently squeezing them before spreading them so that he could be between them. His length pressing against you as he puts each of your legs around his hips. You can feel yourself already getting wet again as his tip rubs against your swollen clit. A smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm against the sheets at the feeling of his length pressed against you. “Do you think you're ready for me? Think you’ll be able to handle it, baby?” He teases you, moving forward so that his head rubs against you again. He continues doing this, loving the way you keep moving your hips in any attempt to earn something more from him. He grabs the sides of your hips, halting your movements, causing you to whine. You try to move again just to get any kind of friction and you hear him suck in through his teeth. “Nuh uh princess, I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please Katsuki-- god please I need you so bad. I just want you to fill me up. Please daddy, fuck me until I can’t walk.” A chuckle is all you can hear before you feel his hand ghost over your thigh, goosebumps covering you as he travels over your inner thigh to where his length was resting against you. 

“Your wish is my command, your highness.” was all you heard before the room was filled with the sounds of your moans as he pushed into you. As he slowly bottoms out inside of you, your hands shoot up his back and bury themselves in his hair, pulling him close to you. The slight pain of him stretching you out causes you to furrow your brow and bite down on your lip. Noticing your pain, Bakugou dips down, connecting his lips with your own, distracting you from the pain you were feeling. His hands lightly massaging your thighs and hips as he finally is able to press against you fully. He stills himself giving you the much needed time to adjust to his size. Even with the preparation he was so much bigger than you had expected. After some time you pull away from the kiss, your eyes meeting his as you take in a shaky breath.

“Please- move.” He gives you a smile before pulling out of you, immediately leaving you feel empty before he pushes himself back into you. He leans forward while keeping a slow pace and kisses away the tear that, unknown to you, managed to escape your eye. Pressing his forehead to yours you watch him close his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as he sucks in a breath.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking tight.” You didn’t know if the statement had even been for you as he was so focused on not railing himself into you. You could see on his face the struggle he was going through at the antagonizing slow pace he was holding. Taking a hold of his face you bring his attention back to you.

“You can go faster. I can handle it, just give me all you’ve got.” You watch as a sinister look takes over him as one of his hands removes itself from your hips and is planted down beside your head, his other hand’s grip on your hip tightening.

“You might want to hold on then princess.” You were just barely able to comprehend his words before you feel him pull out of you and quickly slam back into you. Not being able to hold back the moans he was pulling out of you as he repeats this action, burying his dick deep inside of you, each thrust causing his head to crash into your soft, spongy wall. While you had told him to give it his all this isn’t what you had been expecting. The pure pleasure coursing through you as his unforgiving speed and power only seems to increase. You drag your fingers down his back, sure that your nails were breaking through his skin, but at the moment, that was the least of your concerns. You threw your head back against the pillow as you feel him attach himself to your neck, his mouth leaving hot open kisses against you. As one of your hands pulls against his hair, a deep groan rumbles through his throat sending the vibration straight into you as he connects himself to you again, his kisses turning into harsh sucking and nibbles. As he moves down your neck he stops at where it connects with your collar bone when he hears the broken moan that leaves from you. As he licks a stripe up the length of your throat back to his new favorite spot, a chill runs through you and you clench around him. 

“Fuuuck baby girl, You keep that up and I’ll have no choice but to fuck you all night long.” You whimper at the thought alone. He continues his brutal pace as your grip in his hair tightens, holding on for dear life as you try to keep up. The way he was slamming into you was unforgiving but you loved it. Each thrust making you stretch around him, barely able to handle his size. You could feel your high coming again, and coming fast. But Bakugou must have noticed as well as the hand that was grasping your hip was now rubbing circles into your clit. The pressure was overwhelming as he also somehow picked up the force as he rams harder into you.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Go ahead, cum for me. I want to hear you scream out who is making you feel this good. Let them all know who’s princess you are.” His hip tilted upwards and mixed with what he said was enough to force you to come undone. You scream out his name as your body is taken over in euphoria. “That’s it, baby girl- fuck,” was the only thing you were able to make out as you feel his paint your walls white. His thrust starts to slow as he helps the two of you ride out your highs. 

His head presses against your own as you both attempt to catch your breath, the sounds of your breathless pants were now the only thing filling the room as you feel him soften in you. You feel your body go limp as he pulls himself out of you, feeling incredibly empty. You feel the bed dip as he gets off, heading into the bathroom before returning with a wet cloth. Gently, he cleans away any mess, making sure to be careful when he gets to any sensitive areas. Afterwards he places the towel on the nightstand before sitting back on the bed. Your hands gently run over the raised skin of his back, trying to calm the now irritated skin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scratch you so bad,” You felt bad for the marks you left on him. But when he encases your face in between his hands and makes you look into his eyes, you feel a wave of relief take over as he speaks.

“Don’t feel bad princess, you are perfectly fine. If anyone should be apologizing it should be me, I may have been a little rougher than I had originally meant. I didn’t hurt you did I?” A look of worry on his face as he realizes he had sort of lost control. But when you smiled at him he felt a little bit of his stress go away.

“It was perfect. It was better than I ever could have imagined. So thank you.” He slightly smiled while his eyebrow cocked at your statement.

“You say that as if you’ve never been fucked properly before.” He chuckled as he pulled you to lay against his torso. Suddenly a wave of nervousness washed over you as you fiddled with your fingers. He looked down at you. “What is it?”

“Well that would require me to have been fucked before...” You felt him freeze under you.

“You’re kidding right?” You avoided his gaze, but his hand gently grabs your chin pulling you to look up at him. “I wish I would have known.”

“Why, would you have been gentler?” You ask him, worried that he regretted it.

“Of course I would have. It’s your first time. I wouldn’t have gone that all out, I would have held back a bit.”

“Well then I’m glad I didn’t say anything because that...” you pause taking a moment to plant a kiss against his lips. “...was amazing.” He smiled against your lips before pulling you into another kiss, this one much slower and filled with emotion than the ones you had shared before.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it, next time I’m just going to have to make it up to you.” He brushes your hair out of your face.

“Next time?” You question him and a soft smile spreads across his face as he looks into your eyes.

“Of course, I meant it when I said you never have to worry again. You're my princess, and I’m going to make sure to take good care of you, okay?”

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Girl Code

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Having crushes are hard. Especially when your best friend and the person you like seem to be hitting it off. 

Tags/warnings: very very very light angst, mostly fluff uwu

a/n: first of all, happy new year! school got reaaaal busy, so whew! it’s been a while! not gonna lie, I really missed writing stuff! I got a few days worth of break, so hopefully I get to finish a few backlogged reqs. (I think I only have two left, but to those two, I sincerely apologize for the wait! I’m planning to write them as headcanons to get them out faster, so I hope you don’t mind!)

to @aliaisreal​, thank you so much for requesting and being so patient with me 🥺 i apologize in advance if it’s not very good :(( it’s not my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it and that it’s somehow worth the wait^^

Link to the ask: Request by @aliaisreal​

As the Insect Pillar, and the successor of the Butterfly Estate, Shinobu Kocho was one busy woman. She has a lot of responsibilities on her plate such as slaying demons, concocting medicine, and the like, so it was safe to say that she had no time to babysit anyone but—

“Shinobu!” The door bursts open and one of her… self-appointed responsibilities come prancing right through the threshold. “How about we go out to the village and have some lunch, hmm? My treat!”

Even if her skin felt like it almost flew off in shock, her smile stayed the same as she arranged the papers she intentionally threw around her desk when you came barging through the door. It wasn’t like you immediately coming in shocked her or anything. No, not at all. “Hello to you too, (F/N). Not that I particularly mind, but why so sudden?”

At that, your cheeks turn an adorable shade of red. In your excitement to invite her out to eat, you forgot to greet her first. “Ah, hello. But, back to the topic of lunch!”

Shinobu didn’t really change the topic, but she waved a hand as an indication for you to continue.

“Well, you seem stressed lately. I was hoping to treat you out y’know? And then you could rant and tell me all about it—only if you want to of course, no pressure at all!”

She sighed. For the past few days, Shinobu was starting to get a little frustrated with the current medicine she was trying to make work. On top of that, she needed to handle so many other things, and do missions, check in on patients, cook—well, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it was starting to get on her nerves. 

It was no surprise that you were starting to notice because even if you seemed a little too enthusiastic at times, you were still her best friend and a pillar at that—you wouldn’t be here without being exceptionally skilled and observant. Overenthusiasm aside, she—and everybody else included—knew you meant well. 

“I don’t know,” She hums, excited to see how you’ll react. “Are you done with your portion of the work? You looked a little distracted earlier, what with Tomioka-san—“

With the mention of the water pillar’s name, your sweet closed eyed smile turned sour as you immediately placed your hands on her mouth to stop her from continuing that sentence. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m done! You know I don’t slack off. All the patients are fine and I've stitched up the few whose wounds opened.”

She was just teasing. Shinobu was well aware of your skill and work ethic, and while Shinobu was gifted in medicine, particularly pharmaceuticals, you had an uncanny knack for cutting people apart, and stitching them back up again. You were as skilled with a scalpel as you were with a sword.

“I’m just teasing (F/N)-chan.” The Insect Pillar replied, and couldn’t help but want to push more of your buttons as your face seemed to relax at the thought that she wouldn’t mention a particular someone. “But are you sure you’d rather invite me? I’m sure you’d rather ask Tomio—“

If your face was pink before, you were absolutely glowing right now as you put back your hand on top of her mouth. “Shinobu! You know I...you know I don’t like him like that! Besides, I am positive he likes someone else.”

She shrugs your hands off—which were slightly clammy, ew— as she shows you a devilish smile that has you sweating more. “Lie all you’d like, but I don’t think that’s something someone who ‘doesn’t like him like that’ would say, don’t you think?”

Ah, teasing was fun, but teasing you and tomioka were one of the few pleasures in life she made sure to enjoy.

“...Stop teasing me or I will eat without you.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go to that ramen shop in the village.”

Everyone didn’t give the great Inosuke-sama enough credit!

He was raised by boars, grew up in the wild, and treated the mountains like his home. Insouke may have lacked skill in what society normally taught, like proper etiquette, and reading, but the wild was a great teacher on its own, and taught him things he wouldn’t have learned in the company of other humans.

Spending his entire life out in the wild, Inosuke was able to learn how to heighten his senses, particularly his sense of touch, and how to observe. He may have been clueless in the socially acceptable ways to voice out what he sees, what he feels, but Inosuke is perceptive, and that’s what people normally wouldn’t associate with someone who was as stubborn as a rock, and as brash as a beast.

Inosuke—and Kentaro, Nezuko, and Monitsu for that matter—usually spent their time at the butterfly estate. The three of them—mostly Tontaro, really—helped the girls. Cooking, laundry, cleaning, lifting heavy things, were simple chores that they did, and afterwards, Inosuke would often find himself looking for you and Shinobu.

He always felt this...fuwa-fuwa feeling around the two of you, and he thought both of you were like that Gengoro, his sister, and reluctantly Chuitsu.

There was a day where Shinobu was out on a mission, leaving you partially in charge of the butterfly estate, and spending some time with Inosuke. Personally, you found Inosuke to be interesting due to his origins, and overall, he was fun to be around with. Surprisingly, both of you really complimented each other despite being both huge balls of energy and enthusiasm.

That day, you and him were having a little spar by one of the yards around the estate. To an outsider, it was absolutely funny seeing him, who had a more built body compared to your lithe frame, getting thrown off and beaten to a pulp with a wooden stick. If Shuitzu were here to see the spar, he would be laughing his ass off in that pissy, slightly disgusting high-pitched tone at the many times Inosuke was thrown down. Manchiro would probably observe though, and would probably encourage him that he could beat you one day while helping him with his wounds.

Contrary to popular belief though, Inosuke was well aware he couldn’t beat you, at least not yet. Regardless of the way you looked, he could feel it in his skin that you were a formidable opponent who could easily break his bones if you wanted. Seeing your strength for himself was an opportunity he saw where he could get stronger, even if it did frustrate him a little. Or a lot.

“The great Inosuke demands a rematch! A rematch!”he demands, fussing against the ground as you lower your sword and stand up straight from your last breathing form.

“Ahaha, okay, okay! But I’m feeling a little tired…” you pause and place a hand on your chin with a thoughtful look. In a few seconds, you snap your fingers and turn back to him with a bright smile. “Ah! How about we take a break first? Then you could go back to handing me my butt?”

Inosuke knew you weren’t tired and that technically, you were the one handing him his ass. You weren’t heaving a lung out like he was, or sweating bullets. You were the picture of calm and collected, pristine like untouched snow, without a hair out of place.

Inosuke huffs and pushes himself off the ground. “Fine! Insouke-sama permits it!”

“Wonderful! Wait here.” You chirp and pad back into the butterfly estate, leaving Inosuke to unceremoniously plop back down to the ground.

A few minutes pass, and he feels his skin tingle—someone was here, but they didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. It would have felt different if there was.

He looks up from his spot on the ground and spots the hanhan baori guy, his face looking the same as it did the past few times Inosuke saw it. The odd guy was just passing through the gate when Inosuke pushed himself off the floor, wooden sword pointed between Pochioka’s eyes.

“Hanhan Bao—!”

Before Inosuke would have finished his proclamation to fight, you were back standing at the engawa with a tray of sliced fruit, and bamboo cups filled with cool water. “Inosuke? What’s wro—Giyuu! What brings you here?”

Huh. That was odd.

“(F/N)-san.” Inosuke goes uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes darted between the two of you.

It was completely unmistakable. Hanhan Baori’s mouth moved when you arrived. Inosuke honestly thought Dohioka was a magic statue before this day.

You turn to Inosuke and place the tray in a safe spot. “Here, eat first. I’ll just ask what Giyuu needs, and we can spar right after, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay.”

At his response, you give him a warm smile and pat his head (there was that darned fuwa-fuwa feeling again!). He watches as you and Tapioka move a few meters away, settling underneath the shade of a tree to talk, a bit too far away for him to hear.

He doesn’t think he needs to though, because your body language said it all.

Your face was a little flushed, your smile looked even sweeter. Hanhan baori’s mouth was curling upwards in a smile, and his eyes looked fond. A suspicious combination for someone who he previously thought was a statue up until now. But he digresses. He’s never seen you look so...like this. You smiling wasn’t much of a surprise, but with Pachinko around...it was different, and Tochioka seemed more open to boot. There wasn’t much of a doubt in his mind. There was something between you two. He just couldn’t put a name on it—but there was something. Maybe he should ask Monjiro about it.

He munches on the fruit thoughtfully, watching you smile softly—softer than he’s ever seen—as you seem to answer a question Torioka asked you.

Yep, definitely something up between you and Tomioka.

Maybe he should extend his help. After all, the great Inosuke-sama was the kind ruler of the mountains. Pushing you two along would be a piece of cake.

Shinobu catches you pouting by the window in your joint office. It was adorable, considering how your cheeks were puffed, and your eyebrows were furrowed, but with your personality? Sulking wasn’t like you. “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

Surprised, you jump and turn to find the Insect Pillar with her ever present smile painted on her face. It seems softer though, kinder. “Huh? No, nothing’s wrong!” You disagree, pushing yourself off the chair and tidying up the papers scattered on your desk.

She watches you with a small knowing smile on her face. “What, didn’t see Tomioka-san today?”

You paused for a moment, imperceptible to any outsider, but to Shinobu, who has spent so much time around you, that momentary lapse in movement was enough of an indicator. “...No.”

Hit the nail right on the head!

“You are a terrible liar (F/N)-chan. I thought the two of you were getting along? Should I go put poison in his tea?”

At her suggestion, you turn back as your skin pales. It was largely concerning how easily Shinobu could do that. “What? No! He did nothing, I swear it!”

“Awfully defensive,” The Insect Pillar snickers, before taking a seat on her chair and turning to you. With you pouting at her, Shinobu is reminded of how fun it was to tease you.

“Shinobu-chan.”

“Teasing.” She raises her hands in a move to placate you. Well, annoying you was fun and all, but she was concerned for you, more so than wanting to piss you off. “Anyway—jokes aside, you know i’m always here for you, right?”

You knew that. She was always willing to listen to your problems, but you couldn’t exactly tell her that you’re trying to distance yourself from Giyuu because he liked her.

Truth be told, you were getting along with Giyuu, so much so that you’ve started to like him as more than a friend. But, you cared for Shinobu and you wanted her to be happy. She and Giyuu made more sense than you and him.

“...Yes.”

“And that I love you like a sister, right?”

Despite all the teasing, you knew Shinobu really cared for you. She may like to push your buttons, but oddly enough, it reminded you of one of your siblings, so you didn’t mind. Just like your relative, you knew they did it because they wanted to distract you from your problems. An odd way of doing it, but they really would have gotten along.

“Yeah.”

“And that I can easily kill a man and hide his body?”

“Shinobu-chan!”

She laughs, the sound very similar to bells, and you can’t help the bitter thought that maybe Giyuu liked someone with a mellow voice like hers. “Kidding! Kidding! Well, kind of on that last one.”

You pout, and she brushes off her statement with a near irresistible bribe. “Alright, how about we go get some food? My treat.”

Awfully tempting. But there was still one more concern in your head.

“No poison?”

“Have more faith in my, (F/N)-chan!” Giggling, Shinobu slides the door open, and beckons you over. “Now, let’s go—I’m sure you’re hungry!”

“You didn’t answer my question!” You say, trailing after her in mild worry, feelings momentarily forgotten as the thought of food replaces it.

It was any other early evening in the butterfly estate when the Water Pillar barged in through the doors, blood dripping from an open wound on his chest, with the oddest expression on his face.

Maybe what should have alarmed the butterfly girls were the deep scratch marks on his chest. Instead, it was the near half-crazed look on his face. Tomioka-san’s face never moved from it’s impassively cold stare, why was now any different?

“Where is she?” He rasps.

Aoi, who was standing at the entrance with Kiyo upon his arrival, was brought out of her shock. “Tomioka-sama, lie down. Kiyo will lead you to a room and I’ll get Shinobu-sama immediately to take care of your wounds.”

“No, where is she? Where’s (F/N)—”

From the end of the hall, you came down to see what all the huff was about. You were taking inventory of the supplies since it was a little slow today, but the ruckus urged you to go out and take a look.

“Giyuu? What’s going on he—ohmygods, Giyuu, are you alright?” Seeing Giyuu pale—well, paler than normal—and bleeding all over the floor was not what you expected though.

“(F/N)...” Seeing her alive and breathing eased Giyuu’s worries, so much so that he sags in relief. He would have dropped down the floor if it weren’t for your quick reflexes.

Lightly, he feels you press a hand to his head, wiping the sweat forming on his brow. 

“Giyuu? Stay with me, we’re going to fix you right up, ‘kay?” There was no doubt in his head that you could. He’s been in much worse really. The blood loss just wasn’t doing him any favors.

Regardless, he shakes his head and just savors you being here, warm and alive.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Dead? Who, me? No, silly! I just sprained my ankle, so walking’s a little hard, but i’ll be fine!”

“I thought I was going to lose you...” He was starting to babble. The blood loss was starting to affect him more than he’d thought.

“Lose me? Don’t worry, I’m not going away any time soon.”

“Good…” Giyuu breathes out a sigh of relief. He liked the thought of you living for a long, long time. “I like you a lot.”

With that admission, his head slumps over your shoulder, and his body gets heavier, prompting you to nearly drop him with the weight of his sudden confession and his mass.

Aoi and Kiyo watches, shocked beyond words as your face continuously gets redder and redder. Whether it was from the exertion, or his words, well, everyone knew exactly what was causing you to look like a freshly plucked apple.

“H-Hah?! Wait, Giyuu? Giyuu!”

And that is the sight that greets Shinobu. She was back from a report to Oyakata-sama, so seeing you all red and flustered with a fully grown man who was bleeding all over her floor and who was about to fall over and kill you—with his weight, or with his words, Shinobu could easily guess which—was an especially unusual sight, but unfortunately, not really unexpected. And mildly infuriating.

“Tomioka-san, you total dunce! Get treated first! Ugh, (F/N)-chan, don’t let him fall, he’s losing blood!”

“Ow—“ Giyuu grunts, the bandage being wrapped around his torso a little too tight for his taste.

“Tomioka-san.” Shinobu starts, her hands continuously steady as she wraps the bandages with precision and efficiency around his chest. “I don’t think we’ve had a heart to heart chat about (F/N)-chan, don’t you think?”

After Giyuu’s surprise confession, you and Shinobu were able to drag him to a nearby room. He was passed out cold, and between you two, carrying a fully grown man would still be difficult, even if you’ve both had special pillar training.

He woke up a few minutes after you were done stitching the open gash at his stomach which caused his bloodloss (and slightly embarassing fainting spell). These unfortunate series of events have led him here, painfully being bandaged by none other than Shinobu. It wold have been nice if you were the one doing it, but Shinobu sent you to go look for more bandages with this sickly sweet look in her eyes—which you barely noticed in your worry. The worry was sweet, but now he knows Shinobu’s motives. Interrogstion.

Giyuu could do nothing else but nod, doing his damn best to not flinch, and keep still.

“You see, she really likes you, you know? I’ve never seen (F/N)-chan happier than she is when she’s with you. Honestly, I don’t know why she does, and what she sees in you but I like seeing her happy. You and I both know that she deserves it.”

Giyuu watches her wrap the bandages with practiced ease albeit with a little more force than necessary. Hearing Shinobu talk about you so fondly has him feeling grateful that you had someone who cared so deeply for you, and who was so willing to do anything to keep you happy. Even if the brunt of her attacks did fall on him, he could understand where she was coming from.

“She does,” Giyuu says, surprising Shinobu as she finds the softest, most fondest look she has ever seen on Giyuu’s immovable face. For a moment, Shinobu could see that he cared so much for you—as much, if not more than you cared for him—and she knew that he would never do anything to hurt you.

Unbelievable. She can’t believe he passed her test so easily.

She lets out a heavy sigh, turning back to the task at hand with a saccharine smile ready on her face.

“All that said, If you hurt any part of who I see as my beloved sister, I'll make sure to use my medical expertise to ensure you don’t get a chance to spread your genes—”

The door slides open with a nice loud clack, preventing Giyuu from hearing the rest of Shinobu’s sentence. Just as well too. He doesn’t think he’d want to hear the rest.

“Shinobu-chan! I’ve got more bandages for Giyuu!”

“Ah, thank you, (F/N)-chan!” The Insect Pillar smiles, taking one of the fresh bundles you offered, as you moved to the side of the room, arranging the medical supplies for easier access.

Shinobu leans down, under the guise of tying the gauze, as you flit around the room, spreading sunshine in your trails. None of you mention how you blatantly avoid eye contact with Giyuu. But it’s not like he’s initiating any either.

“I don’t think I need to continue my sentence.” She mumbles under her breath. “Do you understand?”

Giyuu winces as she tucks in another piece of bandage, grumbling in response. “Loud and clear.”

BONUS:

Later that night, Shinobu left the two of you alone in Giyuu’s hospital room to talk it out. It was a little awkward at first, but as the two of you melt the ice, your usual sunny personalty—ironic, as you were the Snow Pillar—takes over. Throughout the course of the evening, you take out his hand with his permission, and have the time of your life holding it. It was a little funny how stiff and unused he was being at hand holding, but you found that to be one of his unexpected charms. And it wasn’t like he was complaining. He actually found it adorable how small your hands were, and how it fit really well against his own.

“So you don’t like Shinobu?” You ask a little shyly, playing with the tips of his fingers.

Against your skin, you feel him shiver in disgust as he looks slighty disgusted by question. “Gods, no, never.”

“So you were serious about liking me? It wasn’t a joke?”

“I don’t think I’d joke about that in my final moments.”

You giggle, feeling a little silly for even questioning it. But really, you don’t think you could be blamed for it. “You have a point.”

The two of you stay in comfortable silence for a while. He watches you trace vague shapes against his palms and he’s never felt so at peace before, than he did at this moment. After a while though, a curious thought strikes him, and he can’t help but want to ask.

“...What made you think that?”

The tips of your ears stain pink before you look away and bring one hand to your cheek. “Well I thought you two liked each other, and it seemed like she suited you much better than I would.”

“I only ever liked you. I thought I was being obvious.”

As blunt as ever.

“Ahaha!” You laughed, getting flustered in spite of the warmth pooling into your chest. “Well, I guess not enough for me.” It’s not as if you were able to notice. You did think he liked Shinobu after all. “By the way, why did you think I was going to die?”

He look up at the ceiling. “One of Tanjirou’s friends...that boar kid told me you couldn’t walk, and that you couldn’t move.”

“Inosuke? Oh, that…that actually makes a lot of—a lot of s-sense!”

Giyuu watches you fondly as you laugh. In your defense, the thought of you spraining your ankle being blown out of proportion by none other than Inosuke was funnier than you ever expected.

“Don’t laugh.” Giyuu pouts. It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. “By the way he said it, I really thought you weren’t going to live to see another day.”

You breather deeply, giggling a little as you look at him with mirth and happiness dancing in your eyes. ��Okay, okay. I’ll explain it to him tomorrow. But I guess I should thank him. If you weren’t nearly half-dead on your feet, neither of us would have confessed.”

“Yeah. I‘ll go with you.”

“Cool! Cool...Um, Giyuu?”

“Yes?”

“Could you maybe… perhaps, say that again?”

“Say what, again?”

“That you like me?”

Giyuu chuckles, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I like you.”

He’d say it a million more times if he gets to see you smile like that again.

“Heehee, I like you too Giyuu!”

a/n: i got a little sick of rereading this so many times, so, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes!! i hope ya’ll liked it though uwu

also, are any of you playing genshin impact? man, that game saved my sanity, and at the same time caused more insanity....it’s fun.

if u guys wanna play, feel free to send me your uid’s! i’m at world level 6 so i can go into most worlds :^)

[julianrchandlerx]

He didn’t realize how salacious his words could seem, Julian’s type of flirting usually stayed mostly innocent until there was little mystery between him and the girl he’d taken a fancy to. But his cheeks did turn a soft shade of pink when she repeated his words back to him, catching onto their double meaning as he cleared his throat. “For pretty girls with pretty smiles, I can be,” he said in a low voice, giving her a coy glance of his own before slipping back into a casual, friendly expression. Julian knew he was treading a line with that, but it was all just shameless fun wasn’t it? He was thoughtful for a moment before shrugging lightly, “I didn’t know her but I kinda got the sense she’s the type of woman with a lot to say, so I think there’s a good chance she’d respond. If you need someone to hold the planchette with you, I may know a guy. He’s honestly kinda a scaredy cat but I think he’s willing to suck it up for you.” His demeanor turned playful as he lightly bumped her shoulder. Julian’s head fell back with a laugh as she lamented on her love of Italian food. He shook his head, “I don’t blame you, they made that plate of spaghetti and meatballs look really enticing. And that unsuspecting kiss? I used to wonder if that would be fun in real life, but something tells me it would just be awkward and a tad too saucy, ya know?” As poorly as Mrs. Reed colored herself during the ordeal, Julian didn’t wish to bad mouth her to Briar too much. She must have meant something to her daughter, evident by the care Briar was taking in finding the perfect funeral flowers over just choosing the obvious choice. “Some moms do, for sure, but others have a very specific palette. And besides, it sounds like she introduced you to a lot of amazing cultural dishes while you were young, which is honestly really cool. With that knowledge, I feel like you’d be the best travel date for a foodie.” He frowned, maybe a bit too dramatically, at her insistence he make her the casserole. “I am a man of many talents, Briar-Rose, but cooking is not one of them. And I’d really like to not poison you.” Before I get the chance to invite you to an italian eatery for a simple pasta. He hadn’t the courage in that moment to finish his thought out loud. “But that sounds delicious, so I guess we’re gonna risk it. Is there a magic spell to make scary homemade food taste instantly gourmet? If so, you may wanna use that when I deliver my half of this bargain.”

He waited for her response, holding her gaze as she looked back at him, and couldn’t help the wide dimpled grin growing on his lips when she spoke. “I’ll take my chances with you,” he replied brightly, pausing a brief moment before adding, “Besides, I don’t think very much can hurt me anymore. What with vampire healing and the like.” Julian thought momentarily he could endure a little heartbreak if he got to keep flirting shamelessly with Briar for a while. His smile didn’t fade as she spoke, catching those compliments and holding himself a little taller in response. “Are you always so free with your compliments, or should I feel a little special that you think I’m genuine and kind?” He observed her carefully a moment, “You don’t look spoiled either. It’s definitely not the adjective I’d use for you.” His smile turned small, but still held its warmth. “She does. At least I think so. We’re very similar, two peas in a pod I suppose.” His mom was the part of his human life he’d miss the entire length of his eternity, he decided. The conviction with which Briar said he wasn’t a disappointment had Julian’s heart tumbling over itself. Still, he glanced away from her and shyly replied, “Get to know me a little more and you may find yourself changing your mind there.” But he didn’t let his melancholy show for too long. He wanted to be bright and warm, so he smiled at her and hoped that despite his words she wouldn’t be disappointed if she decided to dig deeper. Without thought he let his hand dangle closer to hers, knuckles softly brushing knuckles in a whisper of a touch. He wasn’t trying to hold her hand, it was just a soft gesture as she spoke about her mom and held back her thoughts. He wouldn’t push her to finish, not if she wasn’t ready to admit whatever was on her mind. “It sounds to me like the two of you did have a special relationship. Complicated, maybe, but special nonetheless,” he said in a soft and warm tone. “It seems like she mattered to you.” He understood the sentiment. Perhaps that’s why his father’s disappointment cut him so deeply — Julian still loved Russell Chandler for all he was worth. He didn’t think that would change, and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. He couldn’t blame Briar if she had complicated emotions about her mother, especially in the wake of her passing.

Julian shook his head swiftly, “Don’t sell yourself short. I rehearsed with you, I saw you on that stage doing your thing first hand. I mean the majority of us didn’t stand a chance next to you — you’re a natural. It’s like you’ve got the grace of an Old Hollywood starlet and the presence of a veteran stage actor. You are talented, Briar. Plain and simple.” Lovely. It was vague, but encouraging nonetheless. Her response could have been worse, and Julian was grateful for what he saw as assurance to not stop whatever was happening between them. It had touched him to know how his company had positively affected her. For a moment Julian thought he was maybe being disrespectful of her grief by being so… Distracting, maybe that was the right word for it. He didn’t realize he could be helping, he thought of himself as a burden half the time and not someone who could generate any warmth for someone else as of late. “I hope you know that you can just ask for that now,” he said in a low and gentle voice, “This kind of pain can take time to heal. So if you need some of my sunshine, just ask. I’ll give it to you without question.” He’d be an endless summer if that’s what she needed. He jokingly winced at the name, “Mm yeah, Briar-Rose is definitely nicer sounding.” He paused a moment before adding, “Your middle name is Andromeda? Like the constellation? Of course you have a beautiful name, written in the stars… Your parents knew you were meant for great things.” Following her outside after making his purchase, Julian spared himself only a second to realize the gravity of his former words. Keep me as long as you want. It was a heavy promise for a man who could live forever, but he meant it all the same.

Unchaining his bike and pulling it along beside him as they walked, he took in the fading sunlight with relief. He had jimmy-rigged a patio umbrella to shade him when he rode his bicycle around, but he didn’t feel like pulling something like that out around her. For one he viewed it as dorky, but he likewise didn’t want to risk turning into a lobster in front of her. That wasn’t cute or charming. Aimlessly following her like a lost puppy, draped in the shadows the setting sun cast, his eyebrows shot up at her question. “I think a question like that needs to be discussed over a cup of coffee,” Julian replied smoothly, grasping at some underlying confidence to make a more definitive move. The directionless way they walked made him wonder if she had a destination in mind or not, or maybe needed an excuse to prolong their inevitable parting, but he could have been reading too far into things. He sobered as he thought about her question more seriously. “Yes, I do think things happen for a reason. At least, I think it’s better to imagine there’s a reason to everything than to submit to the idea that life is just a never ending stream of chaotic happenstance,” he decided, “Feels kind of too pessimistic a way to look at life’s ups and downs. Especially the downs — I mean, if you think the opposite it’s like nothing in your life bears any weight anymore. I don’t like that much; I’d like to think my life and everything that’s happened to me so far has meaning. That there’s a reason things turned out the way they have.” A bigger reason for why I died, and came back this way. The thought was a whisper in the back of his mind he wasn’t willing to think too hard on. “What about you — what do you think?” He had the impression this was part of her processing her grief, but left it up to her to clue him in if she so chose.

"A good obedient boy?" Briar quirked a brow, a coy fleeting smile. If she allowed herself to think about things a little more maybe she would have found the flirting she was doing gauche given she was currently picking out funeral flowers. But if she was even more honest than that she would admit that Julian being there was the only thing making the experience bearable. She smiled at the thought of him calling his mother. Briar wished she could call Alyssa, and ask her what her favorite flowers were "Think my mom would answer an Ouija board?" She joked with a shake of her head and turned her attention quickly to the topic at hand. "Sometimes all I wanted was spaghetti." Briar lamented with equal parts humor and dramatics, "I was obsessed with Lady and the Tramp and Alyssa couldn't have a simple pasta." Briar bumped him, "I'd actually love Olive Garden. Unlimited breadsticks, salad, and soup?" She shook her head. "I think she might have visibly sneered at the prospect of a casual Italian eatery...I thought all moms loved it since it's always packed on Mother's day." Briar wrinkled her nose, "You have to make it. Or find a food truck it's the only way. My favorite is B'stilla. It's a meat pie. A little sweet a little savory. Very delicious." Briar shook her head, "I'd never eat a questionable burrito. Unless it smelled good." She teased, "It's not a fair trade if your neighbor makes my casserole and I make your B'stilla. You have to make it with your own hands."

Briar stopped, a brief moment where her eyes flicked across his face, her heart did an odd beat and she smiled raising her shoulder in half an answer. "Usually I'd advise against unnecessary potentially painful situations..." She paused her eyes volleying across his face, "but there is always an exception to the rule." Briar chewed her cheek examining him thoughtfully, "You don't look the spoiled type. You look genuine. Kind." Handsome, charming- her mind trailed, "Not at all spoiled. And trust me I know spoiled." Briar smiled fondly, "Your mom sounds like she loves you a lot." She replied wistfully. Her frown followed, she never knew her father. Only in dreams that she thought were more like memories from time to time. She'd almost asked Jasmine about him more than once. "You're not." She replied defiantly and earnestly, "A disappointment. I don't think you could ever be." She assured him, she'd been both to her mother. A hope and a failure. "I thought I had a special relationship with my mom too." Tucking copper locks behind her ears, "She and my siblings were like oil and water but it was different in a lot of ways with me and her. Maybe I was too busy trying to make her happy to ever rebel in a way that mattered so she never-" Briar shrugged not daring to finish her thought.

She blinked brightly, "Maybe I'm a spectacular liar and that's all the talent- smoke and mirrors." She whispered, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "And this-" She said gesturing between him and her, "It's lovely." She answered without actually giving enough. "You feel like sunshine." She said softly, "Like every day since my mom- it's been hell. I can't escape it sometimes. The memory feels like it's right here." She said pressing her palm over her chest. "But it's felt nice, warm- your company I mean I didn't know I needed it until I had it." She wouldn't even know how to ask for this sort of thing either. Only now that she had experienced it she hoped it could last a little longer. She hummed, "Peony Andromeda Reed." She called it out the same insistent tone her mother would have used, "Doesn't cut the same way as the mouthful Alyssa gifted me." Keep me as long as you like, Briar selfishly thought she could hold onto him far longer than she should. A thought she kept guarded as she shrugged in response. "Okay." She hummed, "I think it's the trees. Or maybe it's both. I know some plants can filter the air if you had enough of them." Briar felt the bloom of disappointment fade once he agreed to walk out with her. She placed a quick order the type of flower no longer plaguing her. The rest would come and she would bury her mother, ashes to ashes she thought as she stepped into the cool air of fading daytime. "Do you think things happen for a reason?" Briar asked once they were out on the sidewalk, each step she took was slow and almost aimless as she wasn't sure she was ready to be home.

[street-smarts00]

I Hear a Symphony

Midoriya x fem!reader

Summary: Midoryia couldn’t tell the difference between romantic and platonic feelings. It took 4 conversations for him to realize how much you meant to him and how he had fallen completely and utterly in love with you.

⚠️ language

WC: 4,500

Eri was spending the day with class 1-a. You, Izuku and Eri were relaxing in the living room watching Disney movies. This time Eri wanted to watch her favorite, Frozen 2. The three of you were snuggled up on the couch together; you were seated to the right of Deku and Eri was to his left. He had both of his arms wrapped around the two of you.

“Hey izuku, what time is it?” you asked.

He picked up his phone, “4:25”

“Shit, I’m studying with Yaomomo and Tsu in five minutes,” you promptly stood up and grabbed your phone. “I gotta go, see ya later guys” you waved as you jogged to the elevator.

Eri and Deku stayed in the living room watching the movie. He was really glad that Eri took a liking to you. At first when Eri started to visit the 1-a dorm she was shy and mostly stayed with Deku, and sometimes Uraraka, Tsu, and Kirishima because they were familiar to her after the overhaul mission. But after a short while she started to open up and talk to his other classmates; especially you.

“Hey deku, what is a girlfriend?” Midoriya’s eyebrows raised, “Huh? What got you thinking about that?”

“Someone in lemillion’s class said they had a girlfriend.” Oh well that made a lot more sense.

“Well um a girlfriend, a girlfriend is,” he wasn’t sure how to explain it, he’s never had a girlfriend before. He also didn't want to explain it in a way that she would be confused or misinterpret what he said. He glanced up at the tv . . . Wait, that's it!

“I know, it’s like Anna and Kristoff. So you know how they fall in love and get married at the end of the movie?” He asked.

“Yea”

“Well before they get married they’re dating, and when a girl and a boy are dating they are boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Oh ok, I think it get it,” she responded as she smiled. “So it’s like you and y/n?”

WHAT? Where would she get that idea? One minute ago she didn't even know what a girlfriend was. Midoryia’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and his voice cracked when he spoke. “Um not really, we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend,” He replied as he shifted his weight in his seat.

“But you always kiss her, and Anna and Kristoff kiss,” She added as she pointed to the characters on the tv screen.

“I uh, well they kiss on the lips, y/n and I kiss on the forehead and cheek, and sometimes friends kiss each other on the forehead and cheek.”

“Ooooh, ok!” She turned her attention back to the screen and leaned into him as she grabbed onto the blanket.

FEW, he was beyond thankful that she seemed to drop that topic. Although, it did stick with him; was it normal for him and you to kiss each other? It’s not like you guys made out or anything, but fairly often you guys did greet each other with a kiss on the forehead or cheek. But you guys definitely kissed in a not romantic way though. Yea definitely not in a romantic way. Yea, definitely.

“Hey deku, is y/n a princess? You call her princess a lot.” Eri questioned.

Midoryias heartbeat sped up. “No she’s not a princess.” He replied calmly even though his brain and heart were going a mile a minute. But then again what did he have to be worried about, you two were just really close friends that happen to be very affectionate and call each other cute nicknames. He called you princess, and you called him pretty boy. It was just a fun game between friends. His pulse slowed as his train of thoughts centered around you. He’s called you by that nickname for a while. He doesn’t remember when or how he started to call you princess, but he sure as hell knew why. “But she’s a princess to me,” he added.

Eri turned to him, eyes widened with excitement, “Am I like a princess?”

“Yes Eri. You are like a princess.” Eri smiled with one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen.

~

A few days later Deku was meeting with All Might in their usual teacher lounge room. Although originally they were talking about one for all, the topic of conversation shifted to you.

“And it’s not so much that her quirk itself is super cool and powerful, but it’s how she uses it. She’s always so creative and has brilliant strategies.” Deku beamed.

“You sure do talk about her a lot.” All Might chuckled. He watched as Midoryia’s bond with you grew rapidly as school went on. He also noticed that his successor would bring her up a lot and would bubble with excitement at any chance to talk about her.

“She’s amazing! She’s super nice and always looks out for others. And I love how passionate she is about the things she loves like music, she absolutely loves music. OH and she’s an amazing fighter. She does this thing when she’s fighting like she always raises her left eyebrow, never the right one because she can’t. AND she  . . .” Midoryia realized that he had been talking a lot. He pulled at the collar of his shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling,”

“Don’t worry it’s ok, it’s cute listening to you talk about your girlfriend,”

What? Not this again. “Uh, y/n and I aren’t dating,” he squeaked. He coughed and cleared his throat so that hopefully his voice would go back to normal. Why was his heartbeat speeding up? He was so calm a second ago, why does it feel like his heart is about to fly out of his chest or like he’s going to pass out.

All Might could see the boy tense and his nervousness still lingering. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” He apologized frantically, waving his hands in surrender.

The boy seemed to calm down a bit but was still visibly tense and nervous “It’s ok, but um why would you think that?” Damn his voice was still squeaky, he cleared his throat again.

“Because the two of you are so close and during class you’re always together. Also because of the way you talk about her. Like, I don’t know you have this smile on your face that I only see when you look at her or talk about her.”

“Oh but I don’t think I treat her any differently than my other friends,” Midoryia added. He really didn't think he gave you any special attention. He was close with all of his friends and is just a super affectionate person. Whether it was hugs with Tsu or linking arms with Iida. But then again he didn’t kiss them on the forehead and cheek.

“It seems to me that she’s more than just a friend,” All Might implied. He saw the boy's face turn a dark shade of red. “Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Huh? oh it’s ok don’t worry about it,” Midoriya stammered. He played with the fabric of his jacket sleeves. “But ya know you’re not the first person to think that we’re dating.”

“Really?” All Might tried to sound as surprised as he could.

“Yea the other day Eri asked me if y/n and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, like in the Disney movie we were watching.” Midoriya felt like he was experiencing 30 emotions all at once. He didn’t know what he was feeling or how he was supposed to feel.

The school bell rang and zoned him out of his thoughts that we’re running wild. He quickly said goodbye to All Might and ran to class. He couldn’t stop his mind from racing. Did he like you? Like in a crush type of way? He’s never liked anyone before so he isn’t sure.

Once he reached the class room he passed by your desk on the way to his.

“Hey pretty boy!” You beamed. When you saw his expression you were filled with concern. His face was red, eyes were wide and his eyes were darting all over the place but refused to land on you. “Hey are you ok? You look stressed.”

He finally placed his eyes on yours and took a deep breath. “Yea I’m good I’ve just got a lot on my mind and I’m trying to figure something out.” He stuttered.

You stood up from your seat, “ok, well if you need some help or maybe a hug, i'll always be here.” You leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek like it was normal, because it was. He couldn’t believe it, that this was his normal. The fact that the two of you casually kiss each other and so much apparently that when you do it in front of your classmates they don’t even bat an eye.

“Thanks,” he replied as he awkwardly walked over to his desk and sat down. He placed his arms on his desk and rested his head on his arms. Bakugou turned around and gazed at the kid that he’s known for most of his life. “You look like shit.”

Midoryia raised his one arm and gave a thumbs up, “Thanks Kachan, I really appreciate it,” he quipped. Bakugou grumbled and turned back to face the front of the room.

~

He was stuck. Figuratively and literally. Literally, he was stuck in his bed because he was unable to move. Figuratively, he was stuck with how he felt about you and what this means. Right after school ended he stayed in his room analyzing how he felt about you. He wasn’t 100% sure if he actually had feelings for you and at this point he’s worried that he is over thinking things. Which he probably is.

During all of his freaking out he received a text from you. Great 🙃. He unlocked his phone and opened your text.

Princess: hey, this song reminded me of you

He opened the song, I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry. He’d never heard it before but he always loved your music recommendations. He pressed play and listened to the lyrics.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

Now in its place is something new

I hear it when I think of you

Huh, so now that he is in her life he changed her, but in a good way (or at least he’s hopping). He loved the melody and the way the song started off with piano. It was very calming to him.

As the song went on he continued to listen to the lyrics carefully. There weren’t that many lyrics so he was relaxing listening to the beautiful build up to the chorus. He felt like he was entering a fantasy listening to this song. It was graceful and peaceful, but also powerful and full of emotion.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now I have a symphony

He was frozen as the song finished. That remind you of him? He knew that you always pay attention to the lyrics and the meanings of songs, so this wasn’t just any old song. Did he really make that much of an impact on you? Listening to this song knowing that you thought of him made his heart ache. His stomachs filled with butterflies and his pulse slowed down from its former fast tempo.

Not long after, Uraraka and Todoroki stopped by his room. “Hey deku. Can we come in? I’m with todoroki.” Uraraka chimed.

He got up from his bed and fixed his hair after lying down for the past hour. He opened the door with a genuine smile, “Hey guys! Yea sure come in, what’s up?”

Uraraka sat down in his desk chair, “We wanted to check up on you to make sure you were ok. You were really quiet in class today and you’ve stayed up here all afternoon.” He really appreciated his friends and how much they cared about him.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I was just kinda um freaking out about something earlier and had to think things through. But now I’m not freaking out anymore, well maybe, it's just a lot to process.” Midoryia rambled.

“What's the problem?” Todoroki asked.

Midoryia scratched the back of his neck. “Umm can you guys promise not to tell anybody?”

“Of course”

“Promise”

Midoryia anxiously placed his hands in his pockets. He needed someone’s advice. “I think I might have feelings for y/n.” He babbled.

The two friends in his room had very little reactions, if any at all. This’d made no sense, he just confessed that he might have romantic feelings for their friend and they don’t react?

Todoroki was the first to speak, “I thought you knew that.”

“Todoroki!” Uraraka chimed in a scolding tone.

“What? What do you mean? I just figured this out today!” Midoryia stammered. He was beyond confused. “So wait a second, you guys knew that I like her and didn't say anything?”

“Not to be as blunt as Todoroki but, we thought you knew you liked her. It was kind of obvious. You guys practically act like a couple already.” Uraraka answered.

“Do you mean like the nicknames, and kissing?”

“It’s not just that, you guys always slip in physical contact when you’re together, you both are very flirty from time to time, and any chance you get you start rambling about how great she is.” She replied. Well then that makes sense why he was going on a whole tangent about her with All Might earlier.

Uraraka’s features softened, “You really didn’t know?” Midoryia grabbed a fistful of his curls in frustration. “NO! I didn’t, not at all! I thought that was all normal friends stuff ya know!” He explained anxiously.

“We’re friends and you’ve never kissed me,” Shoto added. Uraraka giggled in response.

Midoriya sat down on his bed and played with the material of his hoodie. “So what do I do now?” He asked.

Uraraka walked over to his bed and sat down beside him. “I’m not sure, but if you really like her, then I think you should tell her. I know this is all new to you so don’t freak out about confessing right now. But I’d say give it some thought.”

Midoriya sighed and gazed at the floor. He had so much to process right now. “Thanks you guys,” he said.

~

It had been about a week since Deku had his mind blowing chat with his two friends. He was lying on the couch in the common area. But it was completely empty because it was 1:30 in the morning. At first he stayed up late studying, but then around an hour ago he tried to go to bed but could only stare up at the ceiling.

He figured maybe he needed a drink or snack or SOMETHING. He grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his body. He knew it was going to be cold downstairs since it was snowing outside and the heater turned down at his hour. He made his way downstairs, but when the elevator opened he was too tired to head to the kitchen and make tea so instead he just plopped down on the couch.

He stayed there for a little while thinking about you. His thoughts recently always traveled back to you. Ever since people kept asking if you guys were dating, he hasn’t stopped thinking about doing romantic things with you. He smiled at the idea of holding hands with you and rubbing your hand with his thumb. Or cuddling with you in one of your dorms and saying sweet nothings in your ear. Or going on cute dates with you, like ice skating in the park. Or putting his hand on the small of your back and pulling you into a kiss.

Midoriya was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the elevator open. He couldn’t see who it was from his view on the couch. The steps grew louder and stopped when they reached the lounge area. “Why the hell are you down here?” He heard from a deep voice.

He sat up and looked over at Katsuki. He was rubbing his eyes and his voice was groggy, he must have just worked up. “You’re down here too ya know,” Midoriya replied.

“Tch, yea but I just woke up, you probably haven’t slept at all have you? Ya damn insomniac.”

“I’m not in the mood Kachan.”

Bakugou grew suspicious of Midoriya’s response and tone. Usually he would respond with a snarky reply or a rambly explanation. He also sounded physically and mentally exhausted. Bakugou walked closer to the boy wrapped in a blanket and poked him. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked in a calmer but still rough tone.

The green haired boy shrugged his shoulders in response. “Nothing.”

“Yea sure, you’re alone in the dark in the middle of the night, and I can tell something’s bothering you.” Bakugou poked him again, “Now talk.”

Midoriya sighed, “I told you it’s nothing.”

Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets,

“Fine don’t tell me.” He started to walk in the direction of the kitchen; But he stopped in his tracks after what he heard next.

“I’m in love with y/n,” Midoriya Mumbled.

Bakugou turned to face his childhood friend, “huh?” Midoriya pulled at the fabric of his blanket. “I said I’m in love with y/n. And I don’t know what to do,” he replied louder.

Bakugou made his way back to the couch. “Tch what the hell do you mean you don’t know what to do, if you like her so much then just ask her out.” Midoriya covered his face with his hands and sighed. Kachan was the last person he would expect to have this conversation with.

“I would, but I don’t want to make things awkward if she doesn’t like me back. I’m worried it will ruin our friendship,” Deku confessed.

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou sat on the couch adjacent to the one deku was sitting on. “Listen ya damn nerd, you’ve gotta be an idiot to think she doesn’t like you back. She follows you around like a damn puppy, it’s gross.” He cringed at that last statement.

“It’s not gross, it’s sweet. She cares about others a lot,” Midoriya corrected.

“She sure cares a whole lot about you for some reason.” Bakugou stood up again and slowly made his way to the kitchen to retrieve a water bottle he had been meaning to get. Midoriya was silent, Bakugou took note of this. The nerd was probably lost in his own train of thoughts at this point.

“Deku.” Midoriya turned to him, his blanket falling off of his shoulders. “Just suck it up and tell her how you feel. And don’t act like an idiot and say she won’t like you back. You may act like an idiot almost of the time but your not stupid. You know that girl would do anything for you.”

A small smile grew on Midoriya’s face. Bakugou saw and retorted, “If you tell anyone I said all that I’ll blow your ass up, got it?”

“Sure Kachan,” Deku laughed.

Midoriya couldn’t see it, but after Bakugou turned his back to him, there was a small grin on his face after hearing his “friends” normal tone again.

Not long after his chat with Kachan, Midoriya felt a lot better. He wasn’t stuck, not any more. He knew how he felt and he knew what to do.

~

You didn’t intend on staying up late. Originally you were going to watch a little Netflix, maybe go on your phone, and then go to bed around 11:30 or midnight. But then you found a new show to watch and 8 episodes later, it was 1:30 in the morning.

Around the middle of the 8th episode you heard a knock at your door. Crap. Just your luck. Every so often Aizawa would walk around the dorms if he didn’t go to sleep or woke up. He would check on the students to make sure they were asleep and in their own dorms.

About twice you and Midoriya got in trouble because one of you was in the other's dorm after curfew. Thankfully he didn’t catch you guys the other times you snuck into the other dorms.

It was actually a pretty common occurrence. Whether one of you couldn’t sleep and just wanted to talk, or if one of you woke up and needed help going back to sleep. Oh wait yea the  knock at the door.

You paused your show and didn’t move. You waited for Aizawa to say something like open the door, or go to sleep, or Midoriya go back to your own room. But, you didn’t hear anything.

There was a second knock on the door, much weaker than the first. I guess it’s not Aizawa, you thought to yourself. You slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door. After opening it you didn’t see anyone. Huh?

You peaked your head out and looked around the hallway. “Hey,” You whispered.  You saw Izuku slowly walking away from your room. He turned around and faced you looking frazzled. “Hi,” he replied with a small wave.

“What’s up? Can’t sleep?”

“Something like that. I didn’t think you were awake and I didn’t want to bother you.”

You opened your door wider, “Come here, get in.”

A small smile grew on his lips. He made his way into your room and sat down on your bed, you followed suit. “So what’s . .”

“I need to tell you something,” he interrupted. A small blush danced on his checks as he spoke. “Yea sure what is it?” You asked, voice filled with concern.

Midoriya was frozen, he wanted to speak but no words came out. This was a lot harder than he expected. He even went through what he was going to say beforehand in his dorm. Crap. His heart rate was picking up and his breathing quickened.

You could tell he was anxious and placed one of your hands in his. “Hey it’s ok, you can tell me anything.” You comforted him. “I’ll always be here for you.”

His features softened, “That’s what makes this so much harder,” he replied. He took a deep breath and tried to slow his rapid heart beat. He looked at the floor, too scared to look you in the eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” he confessed. He did it, he finally did it.

“You make me feel safe and happy. Your smile is  beautiful and your laughter is contagious. I’ve never met someone like you. It’s like that song you sent me last week. My life was pretty boring and a little sad, but then I met you. You turned my broken melody into a symphony y/n.”

He couldn’t see your reaction but he felt your hand tighten its grip on his.

Now you were the one that was frozen. The two of you sat there for a minute in silence. He started to get worried. “Look, I get it if you don’t like me back, just, promise it won’t mess up what we have. Your friendship means too much to me to lose it.” He muttered.

You placed your hand on his chin and pulled his head to face you. Your faces were inches apart. You made sure to not take a pause in between what you were about to say, in fear that the first statement would give him a stroke. “I don’t like you, I love you.”

He didn’t know what came over him. Maybe it was the look of joy in your eyes. Maybe it was his blood filling with adrenaline. He didn’t know. He leaned forward and pecked you on the lips. The blush on his face only grew as he watched your eyes widen and cheeks turn red.

Only a few seconds after the first kiss, you leaned forward and matched his lips with yours. This kiss was nothing like the first one. The first one was an electric spark that filled you with happiness. The second kiss was more passionate and gentle. Although, it was a bit awkward at first and it took you guys a second to figure it out. But, pretty soon you both were in sync. You placed your hands on his neck and he reciprocated by placing his hands on your waist.

It felt like the world stopped spinning and it was only you two. You’ve waited for this moment for so long, since the culture festival to be exact. A moment where you were kissing the boy that you had fallen in love with and there wasn’t a care in the world.

The two of you pulled apart gasping for air. Your head was spinning. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you sighed with a smile. Izuku giggled in response.

The two of you stayed in your room and went to sleep in each other's embrace not long after. You felt so safe in his arms, like you belonged there.

The next morning you woke up the blaring sound of your alarm. You turned around and shoved izuku’s shoulder. “Yo, pretty boy wake up,” you mumbled, voice groggy from just waking up.

Eyes still closed he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you towards his chest. “Nooo, I don’t wanna wake up. I stayed up super late confessing my love to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He whispered in response.

Before last night you two flirted or responded with wiry remarks like it was normal Tuesday. But now, it felt different. It wasn’t coming from your best friend, it came from a boy who had stolen your heart, and you stole his.

“I mean it. If I have to wake up you have to wake up,” You returned. He smiled and opened his eyes, “Good morning princess.”

You chucked and leaned forward to peck him on the corner of his lips before getting out of bed. “If I were you I’d head back to your room so you don’t have to sit through detention and have to explain why you were late.”

“Yeah you’re right,” he walked towards the door. “See ya later y/n.”

“See ya.”

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pairing: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC fic summary: in which Astarion's nice, simple plan crumbles when he falls for a neutral good, cinnaomon roll of a divination wizard who may or may not be a Bhaalspawn.

chapter title: Fall For Me chapter summary: in which June has a nightmare, they meet a monster hunter, and Astarion has maybe possibly been in a tiny bit of denial. content warnings: street harassment, murder, fantasy racism

A/N: this one took me a little longer than usual because i was working on my smutfic, Nonsense. but here it is! this one is a ride, so strap in.

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Preview

He’s done it.

He has her.

Astarion’s plan has worked, almost more spectacularly than he could have hoped. June has promised to help him. She cried for him. He has the mad mage wrapped around his finger. And honestly? He’s mostly had fun doing it. Being around her isn’t the chore he would have expected it to be when they first met. She’s clever, she entertains his hypotheticals, she tastes like the heavens, and she’s extremely attractive. He could not have picked a better mark for his plan.

Except for one tiny but crucial detail: he does actually, maybe, possibly, sort of like her a little.

And that’s a problem, because things Astarion likes - things he wants, things he cares about - are always ruined for him. They’re taken away or destroyed or twisted and corrupted until they are unrecognizable.

If he likes her, she has the power to hurt him. Or, worse, Cazador has the power to rip her away.

Still, he needs June. He needs her loyalty, her allegiance, and her trust. He has to keep her interested, keep her close, but not get any closer himself. He can’t get attached to her. For both of their sakes.

Astarion muses over all of this as he lays beneath one of his new quilts in his tent, staring at the underside of the canvas, shortly after waking from a pleasantly dreamless sleep. It’s still quite early. The birds are only just beginning to sing their morning songs outside, and he can hear Gale - who was meant to be on last watch - snoring by the fire. Luckily, he suspects that their new uninvited skeletal companion - who apparently goes by Withers - doesn’t sleep. The question is, would he alert everyone if something were to attack camp, or merely stand by and shrug it off as fate?

Astarion must admit that the latter option is rather hilarious. 

He sits up and begins to reach for his clothing. After some brief deliberation, he decides to wear the new shirt he’s been sewing by hand over the last several days. It’s nothing special, just a simple man’s shirt with a deep V neckline. The fabric, which he had purchased in the druids’ grove, is fairly basic as well, though it’s dyed a beautiful shade of dark amethyst. It’s the first item of clothing he’s ever made from scratch. Until now, his sewing had been limited to repairing his old clothing in a desperate attempt to hang on to something - anything - from his life before Cazador.

He pulls on the shirt, tucking it into his trousers before rolling up the sleeves to expose his forearms. It’s not perfect - he can already see a few places where the stitching is a little uneven - but it’s certainly not bad for a first endeavor. He wishes he could look in a mirror, to see how it flatters his form, but unfortunately, that isn’t an option.

Instead, he decides that he can use June as his mirror. If her eyes go all big and soft and her cheeks turn pink then he’ll know he’s done a good job on this particular garment. And it will serve his purposes of keeping her on the line, holding her attention. Odds are good that it might even lead to them rolling around in her bedroll. He can certainly think of worse ways to start the day.

Astarion runs his fingers through his curls before fluffing them up. This should be easy. He’s a master of manipulation. A cold-hearted rake. A seducer who has led hundreds of people to their deaths without batting an eye. Without feeling a damn thing. The only difference here is that June probably won’t die. He’ll break her heart eventually, of course, but it could be worse. It was worse for all the others.

If she hasn’t fallen for him yet, she’s certainly close. He just needs to keep up the act, keep her interested, and he cannot, under any circumstances, fall for her.

But the image of her last night flashes back into his mind. Her dark blue eyes wide and glistening as a single tear slipped down her pale, moonlit cheek. Her soft fingers gently brushing over the back of his hand. And he hears a cold, mocking voice - Cazador’s voice - taunting him from beyond time and space.

“It’s too late, boy. The line between what’s an act is real has already blurred. You’re a fool. Softer and weaker than you thought. And that’s going to ruin you both.”

“No!” he snaps, and then winces when he realizes he’s said it out loud, the word cracking like a whip in the silence of his tent.