#but he slowly warmed up to them uvu

[kyojurosprettygirl]

Bleeding Love , Genya Ver

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! reader

a/n: genya first bc he's the one who inspired me to write this (UvU) i'll make a poll to see who's next; i was thinking the hashira hmmm X))). i'll make a poll !

to say Genya was panicking was an understatement, anyone with a singular brain cell could tell how distressed he was simply by his breathing pattern. he was rushing away from everyone, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest and the calls of his name, just so he could make his way back to you. Tanjiro, and by extension Nezuko, along with Zenitsu and Inosuke had tried to keep up with him, but easily fell behind as Genya impossibly became faster. insoluble being able to understand the gravity of the situation made it so that he wouldn't be the one to the estate first. The gratitude Genya gave the gods when he finally saw your estate in view was unmatched to the way Gyomei usually did. you. it was late at night , and at this time you usually had small burning candles outside, a way to let Genya know you'd been expecting him. but it's the darkest night he's ever experienced. and it's quiet. he feels his heart drop, and he swears he can hear his blood run cold. he hesitates in opening the door, not wanting to find you there the way he was expecting. laying there, alone and cold. without a pulse. he didn't want to come to terms with the fact that he had in fact failed to protect you, and with all his running thoughts chasing each other around in his head, nothing compares to the restricting feeling in his chest, where he feels like a demons teeth are sunk into and it's claws are ripping apart. he already misses you, and you haven't even been confirmed dead. he rushes into your estate, realizing he shouldn't waste time, if you were alive you needed to leave quickly. so with child like hope, he held out and searched for you. he wanted to scream in agony when he saw signs of struggle and crimson painting your floors. his breathing became much more ragged, yet everything was oddly calm, he was oddly calm.

he made his way to the only place he hasn't checked, one he maybe subconsciously avoided, because he couldn't bare to think about how you had tried to hide in the bedroom you and him both shared for protection and all of it being in vain. it's then when he drops to his knees infront of you, being unable to physically keep himself up anymore. you laid on the floor, blood that had seeped out of you, giving you the look of a morbid painting. the room was cold but when he reached out to you, he choked at how your body was warm. you were still alive while he was running to you, and when it dawns on him, he lets tears fall. the others finally make it into the room and stay behind Genya, the only person to shed tears with him being Tanjiro and Zenitsu. for a moment everything is silent, until they hear you try to speak. your crying, they notice, and as much as you try to form a sentence it just won't come out. you reach your hand out, and they all back away, noticing the claws and patterns adorning your skin. urging Genya to do the same, he shoots them a 'back the hell off' look and they do so. . Insouke immediately readied his blades, but was having trouble coming to terms that if you were a demon, he would have to kill you, but it just felt right in the moment. you slowly push yourself up and begin to touch your face, the panic evident on it when you realize you are no longer human. you cry , and cry, and push Genya away as he reaches out for you, being unable to speak. Zenitsu silently tries to get inosuke to sheathe is blade, while nezuko looks at Tanjiro. he furrows his brows deeper, not knowing what to do or say.

"y/n," he hiccups, "please." genya begs. you shake your head slowly, covering your face, but allowing him to finally touch you. he gently pushes your hands away and cradles your face, sighing in releif when you leave into one of his palms. you open your eyes and look at him, tears still running down your cheeks. he feels his heart break, and he doesn't know if he can live with the guilt. you hold onto his wrist and he tugs you into him, holding you tight, whispering incoherent words. you're able to make out 'im so sorry' and 'i love you' and you feel as if you were robbed. because you love him too, and you hate how this was the confession. you try to say the words back to him, everything feeling foreign to you, and when your able to sound coherent enough he chokes again, holding you against him in a way that prevents you from seeing his face. he's relieved almost, and whispers 'stay with me' and you nod. holding him back being careful to not hurt him with your new nails. you see a glimpse of the patterned skin and you close your eyes, being unable to look at yourself.

you find yourself in a new routine, an isolated one. you understand that you're a demon now, you are a danger and liability to the corps, but you're emotions are still very human, and your mind even more. your soul feels like it was tugged away into a new body, and there are days where you feel you cannot continue to live like this. but you just couldn't leave. not when you fought so hard to stay. the windows that once let natural light in were bordered up, and covered the once beautiful sky you'd always look at. the door was replaced with thicker wood that wouldn't let light him either, and you grew tired of living in such darkness. you wondered how demons did it. you missed everything about the daylight and what it brought you, but decided it was better to focus on the beauty of the night; atleast then it would become more bearable.

Genya had initially visited every day, but as he rose up the ranks, the less time he was able to visit you. he never left without dropping something off, but his absence truly felt like the last straw. you spent every night outside in the garden, the luminous moon giving you a small lit path to walk on, and allowing you a moment of air. Some days, whenever he could, Genya would stay with you for as long as possible, sitting and talking in the garden, but the hours he'd spend with you only felt like minutes, and he was gone as soon as he came. your old comrades visited too, Tanjiro and Nezuko, to offer support and understanding, Zenitsu to tell you his overexaggerated stories, Inosuke following along either of them, Kanao to keep you company, and so on. yet regardless, you felt disconnected from them. they were walking on egg shells when they spoke to you, and every time they visited, it felt like a pity party.

it's late and your heart feels heavy. standing in the familiar garden, you feel your body weighs more than it usually did, and you try to ease your anxiety by meditating. nothing was working. Genya had gone on a mission with the others, and although it was normal to spend some nights alone, something in the air had pushed you to think otherwise. they always make it back, but something in your gut pricked nails into your heart, 'what if this time, they don't'. unable to ease the thoughts and deal with the thick air, you seek out to find them. the sun had set only an hour ago, so you figured you had enough time, and used your demonic form to its advantage. as you made your way around the deep parts of the forest, you make it to the place of the mission, finding nothing except footprints, evidence that they fought. not seeing any blood, you kept your hopes up and continued to search the area, they couldn't be far.

"Hey, get up get up get up!" Tanjiro yells , recovering as quickly as he could from the fall he took. "The next attack is coming!" Genya grunts before angrily facing Tanjiro. "I know that alright!" they get up and begin to carry Mitsuri as Tanjiro tries to raise the spirits; to hold out a little longer, find a way for Mitsuri to help them out. As she is both the most experienced and strongest. "You're kidding me." Genya says, noticing the demon was already forming his attack. before the attack could hit either of them, Mitsuri easily slices through it and begins to cry as she goes on her rant. Genya can't help but feel awkward about it. She gets a few more hits in as Genya, Tanjiro, and Nezuko run in the forest. She continues to fight, saving them once more, before they make their way to the main body. "Don't let it shake you off!" Tanjiro screams, "Hang tight on to it!". They all try their hardest to hold on, Genya getting more agitated by the minute, 'I can't even swing my sword like this' he thinks. and before he's able to complain, he remembers he can simply eat the demon and begins to do so. a piece of the snake makes it's way out and Nezuko spills her blood onto it to use her blood demon art, successfully revealing the main body. It's soon after where the chase begins and Genya finally reaching his limit, throws a tree at him, loudly insulting the demon as he does so.

"You stupid moron!" you hear, it's Genyas voice. you sharply turn your body at the sound and jump over the tree that he threw, watching the dirt cloud form from far away. You look behind you and catch Nezuko, she pauses for a second at seeing your body appear. As the main body begins to limp, you harden your expression and jump forward, reaching for him. You and Nezuko begin to try to catch him as he constantly slips from you both. Genya reaches you both soon after, your sudden appearance giving him whiplash as she does a double take. Tanjiro tries his hardest to keep up. 'Y/N!?" he screams, you turn to him and huff, your eyes oozing fondness. "Hi Genya." you say, and suddenly stop, waiting for tanjiro. It Nezuko and Genya to both reach out for you, but get back to running when you simply kneel a bit, and make eye contact with Tanjiro. You give him a look, and you both nod at eachother as you suddenly bolt past them both, giving the illusion of a lightning bolt. Tanjiro makes it to the main body faster than you, and before he can land a hit his mouth his held right from the demons grip, leaving him immobilized. you suddenly appear, stunning the demon, and kick him farther back giving Tanjiro a chance to breathe. "Nezuko!" you scream, she nods and uses her blood demon art to burn the demon accidentally burning Genya in the process. As the demon tumbles back, you quickly help Genya put his flames out. As you move to run back towards the demon, he grips your forearm, gentle but firm. "Y/N, you shouldn't be here." he says, he's distressed and your heart aches that your the reason for his expression. You put your hand on his cheek, and give him a sad smile, removing his grip from you and running to tackle the demon. You succeed, Tanjiro and Nezuko following in suit. It took Genya a moment to process what you just did, the action being faster than he expected. Genya screams at you all as you tumble.

Tanjiro leaves the demon gravely wounded, hanging from a tree as Nezuko stays out below. Genya looks for a sign of you when he notices you aren't near either of them. As the demon moves to take his leave, tanjiro notices and groans out the words he can, mustering the little strength he had left. "And.. I'm gonna cut off your head!" he screams. It strikes a nerve and the demon makes his attempts to find a human to rejuvenate his strength. He runs to the swordsmiths once he spots them, dwelling on the four of you who just almost killed him, feeling relieved that Tanjiros blade couldn't cut his head. The swordsmiths run as the demon begins his chase, Tanjiro quickly making his way down to Nezuko. he calls out to her, and hearing a lack of response he looks back at the demon, trying his best to encourage himself to do it one more time. 'one more time, i can do it.' he thinks. He hears his name and looks toward Genya, but when he hears his name once more, he faces the opposite side of the cliff. it's Muichiro. Genya still frantically seeks you out, trying his hardest to not panic. you were strong, stronger now that you were a demon, there was no way a fall could take you out. Muichiro throws tanjiro a sword, and tanjiro can feel blood rush to his heart. he readies himself, newfound strength gracing his soul, and breathes out. He calls a form, and cleanly slices the demons neck, the scene looking straight out of a warriors painting from those who saw. He catches his breath as he realizes he finally did it, a smile forming on his face a she realizes the job was done. his smile faded though, noticing the suns light beginning to filter the world around it. He panics and runs to Nezuko, gripping at his chest as it burns him greatly. he tries to get works out but nothing he does is working, bending down a little to give way for him to catch his breath. Nezuko notices and reaching out to him, running towards him when notices the demon continuing to run and chase the swordsmiths. . 'No, Nezuko!' Tanjiro thinks, he wants so badly to be able to yell out to her. 'You don't have to come this way!' he heaves harder, 'It's you, You're the one in danger!' He reaches out to her as she comes closer embracing her as she panics even harder, trying to get him to notice the problem behind him. He grunts, gasping as he notices, instinctually getting ready to attack the demon once he realizes it wasn't the actual body. it's when nezuko begins to burn when he pauses, ''Nezuko!" he screams, running to cover her. It breaks his heart even harder, feeling conflicted. As he holds Nezuko trying to cover her from the sun, he feels tears prick at his eyes. Who is he to save. Before Nezuko makes the decision for him, preparing herself to kick him, he and Nezuko pause when they see you emerge from afar, making your way toward the demon. Nezuko begins to calm down as she reaches for you, noticing your beginning to burn. Tanjiro covers her arm that sticks out toward you as he screams, 'Y/N! What are you doing!" you scream when a particular glare from the sun burns and it hinders you for a moment before you brush him off with a hand, suddenly appearing right behind the demons body where you tackle him.

Genya takes notice of it and quickly jumps down the cliff. His expression begins to harden as he makes his way toward you, enduring the sharp pains he got from it. Just to make his way to you.

his feet burned and his chest felt tight. 'Keep going.' he tells himself.

his wrists and neck begin to cramp but he tightened his grip on his weapons. 'She needs you.'

his muscles burn and begin to become stiff. "Y/N!" he screams your name out.

"Genya!" Tanjiro screams, looking at him as he gets closer, he stops and looks at them both Nezukos burnt face coming into view from Tanjiros arms. He looks between you and Tanjiro, Tanjiro could help you win that fight, he could cover Nezuko in the mean time, or, he could fight with you. His head forms a thousand thoughts every second and he shakes his head, deciding to run towards you. he just wants to feel you. He doesn't have time to decide anything when suddenly a strong metallic smell overruns everyone's senses. Nezukos blood never smelled, nor did any demons, but yours was a strong, and it was almost sweet as well. he pauses as he looks at you, Tanjiro and Nezuko doing the same. 'What the hell?' he thinks.

They look confused at you as you claw at your arm, extremely thick blood spilling around you. you summon your blood demon art and they pick up on quickly. Genyas at loss for words, he's still a far distance from you so he continues to run toward you when suddenly your blood suddenly turns a deep purple color as begins to form into a dark purple shadowed man. you step on the ground and a huge gust of purple causes everyone to fall back, even the swordsmiths. Tanjiro is now using his entire body to cover Nezuko, relieved that you and Genya were there to kill the demon, guilt panting at his chest because of it, why was he relieved when it was your life for Nezukos. you lift your burning arm up and the shadow man then forms a gun. It's comical almost, that the weapon your blood chose to use of all things was a gun, but when the man fully forms, they all notice it's mimics Genyas form perfectly, down to his height. Genyas heart beat quickens, a blush forming as he tries his hardest to get to you, while Tanjiro smiles in a sick way 'Ofcourse it would be Genya' he thinks. you flick your other arm and they make the connection when your blood creates a dark and iridescent purple blade, a carbon copy of genyas blade. your shadow man forms white eyes and you both make a single move to cleanly kill the demon. it was quick, the way you sliced through the demons arms and legs, it was even quicker when the shadowed man shot the demons head. the sound of the bullet had genya and tanjiro reeling, genya making a quick move to cover Tanjiros ears instead of his own, noting that he was unable to do so without putting Nezuko in danger, an act of selflessness he learned from you. everyone was disoriented as they noticed every time the demon would reform a body part, it would turn into ash and never reform again. Thanks to the suns help, the demon had quickly and fully disintegrated, you recalled what was left of the purple shadows, the sun having turned it to ash, and you fell to your knees covering your head from the pain. had the situation been different, they would've all admired your blood demon art, but as beautiful and dreamy as it looked, you were dying.

Genya finally made it toward you and quickly pushed you into him, covering your entire body with his own. his grip was tight, and his body's ache went away once he finally has you in his arms, he softly sighs into you when he feels your body still move. "Oh thank god.." he says, positioning you so that your farther into his body. "Get smaller, woman!" he yells out, holding you tighter as he feels you shift your body into a smaller size. he thanks the gods it's one of your abilities. "Are you crazy!" he screams, you weep, "im sorry.." you choke out, he grips you tighter and kisses your head, "im not mad," and before he can speak further you try to mold yourself into him, "Genya, it burns," your voice wavers, "so, bad.." your voice is raspy and it aches his heart, "i know, baby." he kisses your head, "i know." his voice cracks. trying his hardest to ease the burns on your skin, he lets a tear fall. he can feel your skin and it makes him want to tear the sun and its rays apart for hurting you so badly. "oh my god." he repeats over and over again, silently praying to the gods that they don't take you away from him. he can't even bare the thoughts of losing you, having you stripped out of his arms would truly be the final nail in the coffin. you tilt your head and watch Nezuko struggles the same way you do. you look at Genya and you hold your gaze at eachother for a moment before you speak, "he can't hold out for long Genya.. you both can't be here forever.." Genya tightened his grip, more so than he already had and it's almost suffocating, "Don't even think about it." he grits out, "We're staying here until we find way." you look at him longer, and nod, any attempt to change his mind would be futile. "okay." you say, gripping his shirt tighter. Genya and Tanjiro share a look, both of them having trouble deciding what to do next. but when you hear the swordsmiths panicked voice you immediately turn your head to face them, genya quickly covering you again. One of them was greatly wounded by the demon. you hear genyas heartbeat as she shifts around, the soapy smell still lingering on his uniform, you had washed it for him the day before the mission. Nezuko takes notice and removes herself from Tanjiros grip, deciding the people were more important than herself. When she does so, you quickly remove yourself from Genya and tackle her, pushing her back into Genya and Tanjiro who had stood up as fast as you both did. The push was stronger than you intended and pushed them back a few feet as it was now genya would was covering Nezuko, being the only one with demonic strength to hold her back as she continued to writh in his grip. Tanjiro tried to get at you but you decided it was better to help the wounded swordsmith. You make your way and put pressure on his fatal wound and draw blood, careful not to get it into his blood stream. your blood then turned into a thick purple again, and slowly formed the shadow man again, or, "genya", who gently merged its hands to create a thin protective layer on the man's wound, completely stopping him from bleeding out. "it's okay," you smile fondly, "you'll be okay." the swordsmiths wanted to cry at how soft your voice is, at how gentle you are and how no matter what happened your humanity remained. Tanjiro tries to cover you, but you glare at him, "either he dies, or i do, and it's most certainly not going to be him." tanjiro cannot argue, and his mouth becomes dry. He could cover you, save you from the sun rays, but if he did that he couldn't help the swordsmith. your purple shadow was keeping him from bleeding out, and he had to wait until everyone made it to you guys to get you safe.

it was then when Tanjiro realized you had stopped burning, and that your blood demon art was still working just fine. you instead had steam radiating off your body, the burn marks had returning to their normal state of softness, and Genya choked out a surprised sound of relief. his eyes became glassy and he laughed as he saw you. you were no longer burning, he only had to worry about nezuko now. Tanjiro gasped, tears no longer kissing his cheeks and he pointed at you. you looked at yourself, and smiled in disbelief. "Tanjiro!" you said, "Y/N!" he said back. you both laughed, feeling happy that at least something good came out of the fight.

Tanjiro made his way to collect Nezukos box, Genya helping him put her in the box saftey, as she quickly made his way toward you once everyone else was able to get to the swordsmith. Genya was the first person you ran to hug, and you tackled him onto the floor. He grunted, the air getting knocked out of him completely, laughing nonetheless and holding you tight against him. "Genya!" you scream, and he smiles wider at hearing his name. he elongates the kiss you give him, leaning further on your lips as he holds you against him, leaving you no room to consider backing off. he sits up and holds your face, admiring how beautiful the sun makes you look. your eyes are brighter, and your skin is warmer, and he truly feels like he was gifted a goddess. he puts his forehead on yours and you both close your eyes.

"I cannot wait to marry you." you gasp, and he chuckle. "i can't either," you say shyly.

"what exactly is your blood demon art y/n?" Tanjiro asks. genuine curiosity showing from his expression. you blush and look away. "i don't know" you say, and genya turns a deep shade of red. he had forgotten about it and although he was curious too, embarrassment took the best of him. he simply opted to just hold you tight instead, looking away from you.

funfact! when asked to explain what had happened on the mission, you were forced to explain your blood demon art infront of all the hashira (considering when first asked about it you said you didn't know if you even had one.) thanks to mitsuri.

"well, i don't know for certain if there's an actual name for it, but my blood forms a shadowy figure. i can form a blade from it as well, but the figure always forms first. i can't form anything else from it" Mitsuri nodded, "it looks just like Genya!" she states. your eyes widen and you gasp.

you didn't hear the end of it after that.

my first ever not sad fun fact XD

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What are the relationship of Li with Mk and others and Shen too if its alright?(Sorry I'm just really invested in your oc's🥺✨)

DON'T BEE I LOVE TALKING ABT THEM 🥹❤

Also phew this one is gonna long answer so prepare! :'D,

1. Note: Li makes his first appearance in mid season 2 while Shen makes his first appearance in mid season 4!

Li Xin:

Mei dragon:

Just like I wrote on his sheet, she's Li's childhood bestie and are super close, for Li she's seen as a possible love interest too! Problem is that he's too scared to say anything and doesn't wanna ruin the long friendship they share so he loves her in silence :')

MK:

Just like the rest, Li only knows him through Mei. At first, Li was doubting him and judging him in all ways, didn't really like him at first because he thought he was the only best friend Mei had lmao he was kind of jealous tbh.

But around season 3 Li sees MK as an close friend too! The moment MK had to start figuring things on his own, that is when Li was able to relate to him a lot. He would often try to mentally support him and just be there for him as much as he needed. He adores the way he is and also apologizes to him for his behavior and now he's extra caring for him. uvu

Monkey King/Sun Wukong:

Nope. Not even a bit. For Li monkey King is a burden. He gets to learn about him throughout the season 2, 3 and 4 and he is not very convinced by him. He often try to avoid talking to him and be annoyed with his presence alone. He only sees the bad traits instead of the good ones. In the end of season 4 he does get to learn more about him, but stays natural towards him. So he doesn't really see him as friend.

Tang:

For Li he's sorta a mutual than a close friend. He doesn't bond with him much but they had their moments too. Li gets to see his troubles too and notices his lack of confidence. He often try to tell him the opposite though. By now you'd know that Li is sort of the therapy friend of the bunch.

Pigsy:

Just like Tang a mutual. he would often take advice from him when it comes to cooking because Li had to microwave his food most of the time because he is a student. He'd love to learn how to cook proper meals for his health and regrets never learning it from his parents. Pigsy gladly teaches him as well. Li also learns quickly and he's thankful he's here too.

Sandy:

Li sees him as a close mutual. At first he was quite suspicious of him because he never saw so much kindness before. Almost made him believe that guy is not what he seems to be. He actually had a lot of doubts in everyone but slowly he warmed up to him too and saw a genuine kind individual. Since he received pain and suffering most of the time he often got fooled by people who pretended to be kind. He's glad Sandy is not that person and never will be. He appreciates his presence too.

Red son:

He doesn't wanna admit it but pretty sure he's part of them too! When first met in S3 Li gets super suspicious of him too. Especially after hearing about what he did in the past with the others he quickly becomes protective and alert of his friends safety. Soldier instinct he has. He didn't really like him at first and was neutral about him until in the special episode: embrace your destiny, he sees him as ally once seeing how much he helped. Especially Mei since Li gets super anxious and even more protective once he saw Mei struggling with the fire of Samadhi.

2. Note: As for everyone else he was able to meet throughout the adventures with MK and the others, he'd stay natural and takes time to warm up to anyone that is seen as ally, and he will be protective and shielding against the enemies.

Shen Xiaotian:

Let's say that his relationship with MK and the others is a mix of hatred and adoration. He pities MK but at the same time he can't help but feel pleasure when watching him suffer because he thinks he deserves it. Shen sees him as a corny hero but at the same time Shen wishes he was that type. For the rest he isn't very impressed by them but more annoyed. Especially with Li because for some reason Li caught his attention shortly. There is not much to say about Shen and his relationship with Mk and the others since he freshly appears in season 4.

As for Monkey King, he's a different case. Shen first met him when he caught him stealing peaches of immortality. Back then Shen was a passionate celestial warrior so he'd definitely try to catch that monkey. For sure he failed. He was a nuisance to him and still is. Yet he does adores the way of his rebellious acts. But Shen is even more unhinged than Monkey King so when he finds out how "weak" be became he instantly gets disgusted by him.

Phew! That was a lot to write! Took me almost an hour! Excuse my spelling mistakes, I am quite fast in typing and english is not my first language! :'D. But yeah, let me know if something is unclear I try to explain it more!

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“ do you believe me when i say you’re beautiful ? ” For whoever you think needs to hear it UvU

Sweet nothings asks

Any excuse to dip into JoTrey for me, honestly. /// thank you!

"Do you believe me when I say you're beautiful?"

Joker didn't even stop whisking the bowl of egg whites she had been working on. Metal clinked against ceramic, not missing a beat, as she raised an eyebrow in her upperclassman's direction. "Should I? You also said this rice pudding recipe was lacking in anchovy paste, so I don't know what to believe from you today." Despite her flippant response, she could feel her face warming up. She huffed and turned back away. "Just... keep an eye on the milk. Make sure it isn't boiling over."

Trey chuckled and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I see, I see. So having a sense of humor disqualifies me from being able to compliment you, hm?" He adjusted his glasses. "Well, believe what you want. I know how I see you. And you must find me a little trustworthy, at least. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in here with me alone."

"Hmph." Joker whisked harder. She could hear Trey trying not to laugh behind her. "I don't know if I should. You do seem to be using it as an opportunity to just... say anything." Her blush was intensifying, and she could feel her ears burning. "But, thanks," she muttered under her breath.

"What's that, Joker?" Trey put a hand over his heart, eyes wide with mock surprise. "Are you actually accepting a compliment?"

Joker whirled around, pointing her whisk at him. "So what if I am? We still have to be careful, Mister Vice Housewarden. If Riddle catches wind of anything happening—"

He held up a hand, cutting her off. "He's at Equestrian Club right now, and you're on kitchen duty with me this week anyway. We've got an entire table between us. I don't think a single compliment is going to be evidence of anyone breaking any house rules. Which, I might add, we aren't. It's a conversation, not a date." Trey shook his head, straightened up, and turned back to the stove. The large pot of rice, milk, and sugar was simmering away, an enchanted spoon stirring slowly. "This is almost ready. Where did you put the bowl of egg yolks?"

Joker put down the whipped egg whites, standing in glistening peaks in the bowl. "The yolks... I beat them with the vanilla, and put them... hang on." She walked over to the fridge, and opened the door. "Here we go!" She raised a red rose-printed bowl triumphantly.

Trey's face fell. "You got them cold?"

"Was I not supposed to? I didn't want them to get funky." Joker held the bowl to her chest defensively.

"It'll add a step to the process," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If the temperature difference between the eggs and the rest of the custard is too much, it'll curdle the eggs when they're added."

"Oops." Joker gave him an apologetic look. "I didn't know."

"I didn't tell you. It's not your fault. Bring the bowl here, and a spoon. I'll teach you how to correct this."

"Aw, you're letting it slide?" Joker giggled, stepping up to the stove. "That's so kind of you."

Trey scoffed. "You still have to work to fix it; you're not completely off the hook."

"Not off the hook, but at least I'm beautiful, apparently."

"So you do believe me."

"I'm working on it."

#thanks for the ask! #i had a little fun w this #made them cook the same recipe I made today #twisted wonderland x oc #trey clover #trey clover x oc #twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #story #twst trey x oc #joker 🧡 trey

[v-anrouge]

Hello, I would like to participate, it is your beautiful event \^^/, well my love language is definitely: physical contact sometimes yes and sometimes no, I love hugs, caresses, kisses on the face, snuggling etc, but not so frequent, sporadically could say, I need to breathe xd the love language I'm looking for: someone who can read me easily?) I like it when they know me so well that they know what I'm going to do next or how I feel, it's literally even funny for me like, how did you know that? :D I guess I'm also an easy book to read, also someone caring and understanding uvu, don't yell at me bc I hate it when someone raise their voices at me it makes me nervous :')) ,My hobbies are singing while I do something, cleaning well, soccer, making bracelets and playing at the spa/manicure or beauty salon (I love this, I have fun pretending I'm in a beauty salon and attending to my friend while we gossip)my partner can have any hobby~my tastes: I love people who are the opposite of me :D, serious (not so much, I mean that he has that air of seriousness) and orderly, I need someone like that in my life ah, I'm very distracted so I'm attracted to someone who knows very well what he does and where he goes, I love bossy people because it gives me the impulse to rebel to annoy them, but then I make them laugh so they forget their anger ewer , that would be all ~ I'm glad I found your blog it feels cozy : '3 Thank you for everything <3

IM GLAD U LIKE MY BLOG DEAR<3 VERY WELL

starting off with.....

RIDDLE he enjoys the affection you give him, it makes his heart beat so so fast and his cheeks turn red, he too can get overwhelmed if shown too much affection tho, especially on the start of the relationship because he's not used to things like that, slowly he'll get more used to it and then you guys will rarely ever overwhelm eachother with affection, riddle isn't the best at reading people but he pays a lot of attention to you since you're so special to him, so most of the times he can predict or at least have an idea or what you're thinking, and what you want

riddle loves hearing you sing while you both clean cook or organize things it makes him feel very calm and makes his heart all warm, riddle loves the bracelets you make for him especially if they're matching with your bracelets, he rarely ever takes them off unless absolutely necessary when he does take them off he puts them in a place he's sure to not forget or lose them, one time he lost one of the bracelets you made him and he felt so terrible and guilty he wanted to lock himself in his room thinking you would start hating him (it was on the very very early stages of your relationship so go easy on him if u ever decide to tease him about it)

riddle is a very good definition of bossy, although he is significantly less strict with you something's take a lot of time (and therapy) to change, at first riddle hates when you'd disobey him and break the rules on purpose just because you found it entertaining but everytime you'd always make up for him so slowly he started finding it more fun and annoying, unless you cross the line then he'll do something both you and him hate which is scream, riddle is definitely not the perfect lover his childhood really messed him up but he's trying his best, he hates screaming at you especially because he knows how much you hate it when anyone raises their voice in times like this riddle will ask for a bit of time which dont normally pass from 1/2 hours so he can prepare himself to apologize ik two HOURS to apologize??? well to be fair he was really nervous that you'd break up with him so don't be too harsh on him :((

overall riddle really really loves you and the fact you're basically opposites is actually very good for him, he grew up only seeing one perspective which was extremely unhealthy so being this close to someone who is the opposite will make him learn a lot and heal faster, he truly is grateful for having you as his lover

JAMIL he really appreciates that you're not overly affectionate don't get me wrong, jamil likes affection it's just that he's really not used to getting so much attention so it can overwhelm him, having someone that understands him in this and will respect his boundaries and not go too far but also isn't completely cold is very nice for him, in public the most you two do is hold hands, sometimes a kiss or two but other than that most of the affection is through acts of service and encouraging you, to anyone that payed close attention to Jamil they'll notice he's smiling way more and he looks way less tired than he was before meeting you

jamil really enjoys listening to you sign he'll often join you and you'll both end up dancing and singing together forgetting about the world and the chore you both were doing for a bit to enjoy eachother's company, he really appreciates these moments, a break from all the stress, even if small they still warm his heart and as he goes to sleep he does so with those sweet memories in his mind, sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face waiting for the next day like usual, except he's not worried about the work kalims will give him this time, he's waiting to see your beautiful smile again

jamil will really enjoy anything you give him, so when you gift him bracelets you can bet he is NOT taking those off, you can even see him getting flustered covering his face with his hoodie and looking away as he thanks you trying his best to not stutter (tease him tease him tease him te-)

Congratulations you are the only person jamil allows to touch his hair, he swears he died and went to heaven when he feels you taking care of his hair while you both gossip, you were kind of surprised jamil liked to gossip at first but then u realize he just probably likes having a lot of personal info abt other ppl 💀

like riddle at first jamil hated the fact you did BUT that was actually before you two were even friends! once u got closer to him he slowly started to realize you didn't do that in the same way kalims does it but in a teasing way and he actually finds it???? really endearing???? it feels nice to have someone joke around you after a stressful day just please don't overdo it, jamil needs a break and you're the only one he trusts <3

#･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ asks ‧ֺ․۬‧˖⁀➷ #･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ raccoonpid ‧ֺ․۬‧˖‿➹

[idv-sunsxin3]

Aah hello! I was wondering if we can get some soft headcanons of some of your favorite male survivors with a physically affectionate s/o! (I just wanna give all of them a hug and see them happy 🥺💕)

Pins// Omg- Sure, of course! QuQ💕💕💕

Some fluffy HCs for some Male Survivors with Affectionate! S/O

Header of Moonlit River Park from Identity V Official Game

{Headcanons/Scenarios}

Gender Neutral! S/O

Note: too many favorites, I'm just going to put 5 only- :’DD

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Aesop… He doesn’t know what to do when you hug him at some random moments with that happy smile-

It makes him stop functioning for a while,,,

He would slowly crouch and shrink into a ball like a turtle shell as he lets you hold him.

It may seem too much for him- but deep inside, he’s loving the affection he used to longed for when he was a child.

He loves it when you place his head in your lap as you whisper lovely things about him while stroking his loose hair.

He often studies your beautiful face despite of the upside-down angle.

If you like playing with a person’s fingers, Aesop won’t stop you-

Call him ‘Isopo’ or other baby names with a cute voice and he’s done-

He will die for you, but also wants to die together with you-

Aesop// I only dated Y/N for 5 years…

Aesop// …But if anything happens to them, I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself-

Y/N // Wait, no, don’t die- QAQ

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Edgar’s ego boosts when you give him attention-

He would tell you to stop sitting on his lap when you both are waiting for a match to begin, but he’s notably enjoying the moment-

When he feels down, he won’t say that to you-

Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and bury his face on the back of your neck- giving you the affection in return.

You once told Edgar to have his palm out, he questioned it but ended up doing so-

You then placed your chin on his palm and looked at him with the owo eyes…

After few seconds of realizing what you’ve been planning, he-

Hehehe~

He can’t concentrate with his portrait when you’re in the same room as him,,,

You would stick yourself against him like a ‘snail’, according to what he commented before-

He can’t stop making his paintbrush tremble, as his face turns into a tomato once you try to sneak some kisses on his back-

Edgar// S-Stop distracting me, you idiot-! ù///ú

Y/N // Give me a kiss… uwu ❤️

Edgar// …

Edgar// *kisses your lips*

Y/N // Thank you, baby. UvU💕

(You hugged once more and started to walk out of the room, leaving a red tomato painter-)

Edgar// ….

Edgar// I’m not baby…- Ù///Ú

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Eli gets a warm feeling when you lean his head on his chest, feeling your hair tickle his neck-

He would look away as he cries silently-

There are times he feels like he doesn’t deserve you ;-;

When he feels like he has the strength and energy, he would carry you and spin you in the air as he laughs happily with you,,,

You’re just so precious, oh my god- 😭

He will try to give you affection as well to be fair with you- you deserve love as well,,, 🥺

Y/N // 20/7 cuddle is a must! >:0c

Eli// Why is it not 24/7?

Y/N // Because we need 4 hours of eating yummy food together…? :0c

Eli//

Eli// Gosh, you’re too cute for this world- 🤧🥺✨

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Before departing for a match, Luca would wear a goofy smile as you attack his face with long smooches-

He will start missing your kisses after a few minutes of your absence. :’3

When a fellow survivor notices that Luca is beginning to lose his composure, the first person they would seek for help is you-

Your presence and your affection makes him feel relieved and much calmer,,,,

Luka is a big dork, but he’s just as affectionate as you. ❤️

He would playfully bite or nibble your cheeks as if you’re human-sized food-

But then places a kiss as an apology if you don’t like it at all,,, 🥺

Luca// You’re so sweet, I can just put you in my coffee-

Luca// If only you can fit in my mug… :’D

Y/N //

Y/N // That was awful- 🤣

Luca// I know. 😉

Y/N // I love you,,, 🥺❤️

Luca// I love you too, Y/N. 😚💙

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Victor would notice the flower effect when looking at you as you embrace him from behind-

He melts when you rub his knuckles lovingly once you see that his hands are slightly sore from writing a lot-

If you like to write poems and love letters, he’s going to get a heart attack once you kiss him as you recite one of your love phrases between the kisses-

If you stare at him lovingly for a long time as you two lay in the same bed and cuddle, Victor would turn into a strawberry and attempts to hide from you a little bit by placing wick between your faces- But it was never effective,,,, úwù

He would often try to hide his face with his hat-

Y/N // Victor, you can’t just cover the sun with one thumb… hehehe! nwn

Victor// (*I-I know…*)

Victor// (*B- But it’s hard to stop looking at you when you’re being adorable…- ú///ù*)

SPAMS ‘KISS’ BUTTOM REPEATEDLY-

Grab this man gently and kiss him good, he won’t tell you to stop because he longs for your kisses,,, qwq

#identity v #identity v x reader #idv scenarios #identity v hcs #identity v headcanons #identity v x you #idv headcanons #idv oneshot #idv x reader #idv hcs #idv aesop carl #idv embalmer #idv painter #idv edgar valden #idv seer #idv eli clark #idv luca balsa #idv prisoner #idv victor grantz #idv victor #idv postman #idv postman x reader

[cuppajj]

May we please have some more Lost Light Tyrest AU?

HAA I’m glad you guys like my silly little AU! I thought Tyrest deserved a little more love because he’s a good and underrated villain uvu I definitely have a few more drawing ideas crawling around. There’s a lot of potential between Rung and Tyrest (that I really wish LL could’ve at least hinted at), especially comedic potential! And I love drawing them in general, their designs are awesome :D I can hit ya with a few headcanons I have for the AU:

Tyrest wouldn’t have been invited onto the Lost Light, he would’ve invited himself. Everyone was super content with jettisoning him but Rung was the main one to defend him. Like he had with Megatron, he was willing to be patient. (Megatron might’ve defended Tyrest too, because if the Lost Light crew ended up being okay with him, they should give the other one a chance too. He tried killing everyone with racism, but the emphasis is on tried)

The habsuite Tyrest would stay in would be on the opposite side of the  ship from Rung’s, but he can somehow go from being in his room to knocking at Rung’s door with an offering a box of rust sticks in under a minute.

Rung will go “you... do know you’re Solomus, right? By your logic, you’re as much of a god as I am.”

To which Tyrest will go, “yes, but you’re Primus. You’re the holiest of all of us.”

Tyrest would still be frazzled that he’s one of the Guiding Hand but that still wouldn’t stop him from being devout.

Rung, despite being awkward, would honestly feel a little bad for him. He might’ve done a lot of bad things, but deep down he just wants order; and he’s already lost more than he thinks he has. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t told him to stop doting on him...

He would believe the same thing Megatron would:  if Megatron could be redeemed enough for the crew to accept him, Tyrest could too. Thus he starts to slowly help Tyrest make mutuals.

It might take a long long time.

The first ones he’d start warming up to would be fellow devoutly religious bots, like Drift, who’d also sympathize with the struggle for redemption.

Rung would also appreciate how Tyrest tries to make him happy all the time. He’d genuinely appreciate his maintenance of his model ships, how he defends him, and he (Tyrest) would be one of the only people to always remember his name, even in a quick mention. No Rings, no Rangs, just Rung.

That is, if Tyrest would ever call him Rung. He calls him Primus.

Rung:  *About to step on a banana peel*

Tyrest:  *Pushes him out of the way, slips on the banana peel for him*

#tyrest #rung #primus #solomus #chief justice tyrest #ll #mtmte #spoilers #transformers #maccadam #cjj askbox #cjj arts #lost light tyrest au #au

[notfairestwriting]

today i bring you ray lore

aka, how he met idia, and his motivation to have that “assistant” role uvu

1.4k words ish, beware of portrayal of shitty mom

“You haven’t gotten a haircut yet. The carriage should be getting here anytime this week, and you’re going to Night Raven like this?”

Having just left his room that morning, Ray shrinks before he even truly steps into the black tile floor of the kitchen -- His mother’s contralto fills the room that looked so vacant, lacking in any true decoration, as she looks up from the newspaper.

“It doesn’t look that bad.” He mutters. Gray eyes too similar to his glare at him through her glasses.

“It’s unprofessional for a man to have long hair like this, and not do anything with it.” She sighs. “It’s too short to be tied up properly, but too long to be kept neat. You can’t expect to get an internship looking like this.”

“I’m just a first year…”

Head shaking, she sighs once more. “It doesn’t matter. What if any corporations go there to scout? You already stand out enough with that eyepatch.”

Ray’s lips press into a thin line, turning his back to get a cup and a teabag from the cupboard. She looks back down onto the newspaper, no good morning, as usual, and he watches hot water spill out of the kettle she left on the counter into the white cup.

She’s not supposed to be here, or at least he thought so. Ray wishes she had a good reason for it, but judging by the sharp remark being the very first thing he heard, maybe her morning meeting was just cancelled.

Mrs. Máire is an intimidating woman who looks too much like her son.

The intimidation is a subjective one. She isn’t tall or particularly strong looking -- The Máire lineage being one of gathered health issues, a handful of which had been passed to Ray -- but there’s something on her light, silvery gray eyes, framed by the metallic rectangles of her glasses, that just made one painfully aware that they were being judged. Her long, pure white hair always done up pristinely, wavy locks around a slender, surprisingly youthful face, she’d rarely be seen out of her workwear, all black like a lady in mourning. She looked more like a ghost than a woman, and Ray supposes that had been passed down to him too.

He feels awkward, standing in his baggy sweater, hair in disarray. Even though it’s a weekend, even though he lived in that house.

The tea is ready, but it doesn’t warm his hands much. He sits by the table in tense silence, nursing the cup as he watches the bag carefully, the way it sank into the water.

“Have you heard about that Shroud boy?”

About to lift the cup to his lips, Ray sets it down again instead. It’s rare for her to make any conversation at all--

“That Shroud?” He asks. There’s a pause as she flips through the paper.

“Which other would it be?” She asks, and sets the paper down too. The name, Shroud, hangs heavily in the air. Ray doesn’t reply. “They haven’t appeared in public for a while, but the boy is going to Night Raven too. He’s apparently in your year.”

He stays quiet, and takes a sip of tea.

“You’ll have to work an internship in your fourth year.” She states, like she hadn’t done that a billion times before. “The Shroud family could use a good lawyer. If you get in that boy’s favor, you can make something out of yourself. It’s an opportunity.”

Setting cup down slowly, like he was in any risk of handling it too roughly at all, Ray continues to stare at the table’s white surface.

“I guess it is.” He mutters. The uncertainty in his voice doesn’t seem to faze her, and she checks her wristwatch.

“Get a haircut today. I’ll leave money on the counter, I need to leave for my meeting now.” She gets up, the small heels of her shoe clacking quietly against the floor as she begins to leave. “Don’t forget to talk to that boy. You know you won’t be a kid forever.”

No goodbye, either. In the cold house, Ray leeches off the warmth of his steadily emptying teacup, not even near to being enough to cure the freezing feeling that seemed to stick to him.

. . .

He stands in the corner of the room, blue flaming hair glowing even though most of Ignihyde was that color, shrinking into himself--

Ray has books and a folder in hands, just coming back with a conversation with staff regarding his extracurriculars. He’d signed up for the Science Club -- That should be fine, he knew how to work his way around potions decently, it’s a death he’d rather subject himself to than something like Track and Field.

The thought of a sports-focused club gives him chills. He doesn’t need to use String to know that would entail running straight into trees and fainting in the summer heat. If he wanted to give off any good impression at all, he couldn’t put himself through that.

Shroud taps away at his phone anxiously and Ray tries to figure out how to talk to him, staring. String tugs at his energy a bit miserably, he can’t quite find the moment he’d walk up to him yet, he’d take that long to do it, apparently.

But he doesn’t want to be harsh on himself for that. When was it the last time he spoke to a classmate? He’d spent all of middle school gladly fading into the background, so much that he’d been hoping he’d get into Ignihyde when he read up on the dorms online, before getting there.

Making friends isn’t something he does, or has ever felt the necessity to do. People wouldn’t… understand his condition, he never expected them to. The flower that Prunella boy gave him sat on his nighstand nicely now, but, that wasn’t exactly friendship. There’s a gap between that and friendliness, he’s sure.

...he shouldn’t be. It’s not like he’d know.

His finger pulls and releases the strap of his eyepatch until he can see himself walking up to Shroud and saying anything. He sees a displeased, anxious face, suspicious who are you stuttered after amber eyes look up from the phone. Well, that’s not surprising either.

Ray wonders what draws the line between friendship and networking, and that’s something he doesn’t understand at all either. At least he’d come to know the latter, soon enough…

The small heels of his loafers -- The nicest one he could get, without his mother poking any holes into the pricey purchase -- clack quietly against the floor as he makes his way to Shroud.

“Excuse me.” He speaks up, and the blue-haired boy jumps. Ray gives him a bit of a stare, sizing him up in a way.

They’re not that different looking, are they? Maybe the blue lips set them apart. But Shroud wasn’t strong, wasn’t too tall.

“W-What do you want?” He stutters out the question. Rude, Ray narrows his eye at him, but he lets it go.

“I wanted to introduce myself.” He pushes out the line like he’d been reading a script. “I’m Ray Máire. Since we’re in the same year, we may have to work together in the near future, so do feel free to rely on me.”

Ray bows his head slightly. He’s a bit out of breath when he’s done talking. He can’t tell if it’s because he’s unused to it, or he just spoke too fast.

“...right.” Shroud mutters. “Uh. It’s Idia.”

“Shroud, yes. I know you.” He nods. “I’m from the Isle too.”

His expression twists further, an extra dose of displeasure trickling.

“Um. Sure.” He says, again in that muttery voice. “I-I’m busy now, so…”

Ah. So he really is rude, isn’t he? He supposes it’s to be expected too. Shroud was from a rich family, he probably wasn’t used to being around… all those different people.

“Of course. I’ll leave you to it.”

He steps away. For some reason, he tastes something bitter on his tongue, like that had gone poorly.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to do it at all.

But, well, does it even matter, what he wants to do?

#lis writing #ray maire #ray lore series #tagging bc there will be More

[timstolejasonscorpseagain]

Coming out (One piece oneshot)

Did a short one shot version of my coming out comic! UvU This is very lighthearted and mostly just for fun, hope whoever reads this enjoys!:,)

Luffy looked outside, listening to the rain hitting the windows.

He was lucky the Baratie was close when it started to rain, the hoodie he’s wearing wouldn’t have been comfortable to wear if wet, and the walk back home would still take a while.

A clink on the table makes him look away from the windows and back at his friend, Sanji, who’d sat down a cup of what looks like black tea.

“You sure you don’t need a towel or something?” He asks, Luffy smiles, and once again thinks back to how thankful he is he has such amazing friends as he watches Sanji’s eyes look over him to make sure he’s not too wet anywhere.

“Yep it’s fine!” He says, making sure to smile.

Sanji returns the smile in earnest.

“Alright. You can stay here for as long as you want, but if you stay till the dinner rush, make sure to give a call home or something” He says, and with that he leaves. He pulls out his phone from the red hoodie’s pocket and shoots Sabo a text.

3:49 PM

Luffy!:D

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it started raining as i was walking home, taking covr at baratie

Sabo replies almost instantly.

3:49 PM

Sabo-niichan

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Are you okay?????????

Luffy snorts.

3:50 PM

Luffy!:D

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yeah dw i barely got wet n sanji gave me tea

Luffy stares at his screen, Sabo is usually busy but fast at replying when he texts.

He puts his phone on the table and drinks his still warm tea, Sanji’s the only one who can make him tea where he doesn’t need 8 spoons of sugar to enjoy it.

His phone buzzes.

3:54 PM

Sabo-niichan ---------------

That’s a relief. Let me know if Ace or me need to pick you up.

Speaking of Ace, I told him about what happened, and he asked me to ask you if you’ve  seen one of his red hoodies?:)

Luffy grimaces, he doesn’t trust the friendly smiley at the end of the sentence at all, and if he knows them, he’s sure Ace is the one who wrote that part.

3:56 PM

Luffy!:D -------------- ill let u know if u need to pick me up yeah

Luffy smirks.

3:57 PM

Ace-niichan

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u little shit where is it

Luffy snickers at his brother, all pretense gone it seems.

3:58 PM

Luffy!!!!!

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i will neither confirm nor deny to have any idea what ur talking abt

He looks up and see Sanji has sat down in front of him, and he’s brought oooooh, sandwiches!

3:58 PM

Luffy!!!!!

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ah g2g sanji has made lunch

4:00 PM

Ace-niichan

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This isnt over

He takes a bite of the sandwich and the taste is so amazing one would think it’d be the most gracious meal in the world and not a sandwich.

He looks up at Sanji, about to tell his friend just that, but his friend's curious but nervous expression makes him stop. He swallows once.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Sanji says, and Luffy blinks.

“Sure”

“Have you ever been in a relationship?” He asks, and Luffy wonders for a moment where that question came from.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about it, so I was curious,” Sanji says.

Luffy hmms.

“Nope” Luffy answers, popping the p.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Have you never been attracted to someone?” Sanji asks, and Luffy can tell he regrets it a moment later, he wonders if it’s not something you usually ask.

Well Luffy doesn’t care either way.

“Attracted?”  Sanji blinks at him, he seems a bit surprised.

“Uh, like.. When you see something you want?” He says a bit awkwardly, he sounds unsure of his own explanation, but Luffy thinks he gets it.

“Like with meat?” He asks, just to be sure.

Sanji’s eyes light up and he smiles.

“Yes! Exactly like that. Have you ever looked at someone and felt that way?” He says.

And Luffy wrinkles his nose and has to do a double take because that’s a bit weird thing to ask?? He looks at his sandwich and back up at Sanji before he slowly replies.

“No…? Why would I want to eat a person?”

Sanji looks slightly offended and then a little curious, before he laughs, Luffy thinks his friend is, although one of the best people he knows, weird.

“Right, no of course not. Hm. Maybe you’re Ace, then?” Sanji says curiously and serious, and Luffy looks at him, brows furrowed in confusion and exasperation.

Maybe it’s because of Ace’s hoodie??? But, Ace has freckles, and no scars?????

He thinks to himself before looking at Sanji, who seems to have sensed Luffy was thinking something over seriously.

“Uh, no Sanji. Ace is my brother?” Luffy says, and Sanji’s eyes widen.

“I’m Luffy.” Luffy says and Sanji’s mouth opens, he looks flabbergasted and Luffy feels slight offence because if someone should feel that way it should be him.

“No… Luffy that’s… not what I mean. Of course I know you’re not your brother, either of them” Sanji says.

“Then what do you mean by ‘’maybe I’m ace’’???” Luffy asks.

“Well, uh. Luffy, you know how some people are into men? Some into women, and some into whoever?” Sanji asks.

Luffy nods, because yes he knows, Nami is one of those, and when Luffy was younger one of Ace’s friends, Izou, visited and taught him to never judge someone on their looks.

He’s grateful for that, Sabo also taught him to respect sexuality and gender? He think he called it, and he’s not entirely sure what it means, but by the gist of it, if someone says they’re male, female, or something else, Luffy won’t question it and will treat them as such.

Not that it’s a big deal to him, but Sabo said it is to others.

“Well there’s also some people who aren’t into anyone. That’s called asexual, but most call it being ace.” Luffy nods and thinks he might understand what Sanji is saying, he wants more details, and asks Sanji to tell him more.

His friend smiles.

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Ace has definitely Not been sulking on the couch, no matter what Sabo says.

His blonde brother is sitting by the kitchen counter, different books laying around him, he doesn’t look worried, but Ace can tell he’s thinking it over.

The fact that he hasn’t turned a page since the arrival of That text says it all.

Well, not that Ace is any better.

After their earlier talk with Luffy about the disappearance of one of his favourite well worn hoodies, it’d been pretty silent from the teen.

Until about 20 minutes ago.

Luffy has sent him and Sabo a text, the same text, simply saying “I need to tell you two something important.” and then silence.

And sure this might be regular for other siblings (Ace wouldn’t know) but Not for Luffy.

Luffy barely has a serious bone in his body, so if He has deemed it important… Needless to say, he’s a little worried.

“You don’t think he’s mad at me??” Ace says, and Sabo gives up on studying, getting up and walks towards the couch where his brother is moping.

“What, Luffy? Are we talking about the same brother?”

Ace glares at him.

“I’m serious!” Sabo laughs at Ace.

“Alright, why would Luffy be angry at you?” He asks. And Ace knows, of course he does, that it’s stupid to even think Luffy might be angry at him.

Luffy rarely gets angry, and when he does, he usually confronts you about it.

Last time he was angry was when Ace had pushed him out of the way of a drunk driver and got hit in Luffy’s stead, but that was more worried anger than anger anger.

“I don’t know” He says honestly, because he doesn’t. He can’t remember having done anything to anger their brother.

“Then we’ll wait till Luffy gets back. Take a breather, it might not be so serious as you, or I, am imagining.” His brother finishes, and gives him a smile. Ace nods, happy that Sabo’s facade of level-headedness can help in moments like this.

A click resounds throughout the apartment.

Luffy must be home. They look at each other, nod and make an air of calm.

Luffy does indeed walk into their small living room, and places his bag on the kitchen counter.

Ace notes he is indeed wearing the stolen hoodie, but refrains from making any comments.

He looks nervous, and already that is ringing some protective brother signals in both Sabo and Ace’s brain, and for all calm and graceful Sabo may seem, he’s just as, if not more, disastrous when it comes to Luffy as Ace is.

Luffy stands in front of the couch, both hands in his hoodie pocket, and isn’t looking at them.

Ace decides to break the tense atmosphere.

“So, you wanted to tell us something important, Lu?” He starts, bringing out his nickname for good measure.

Luffy takes a deep breath.

“Yeah… I need to tell you guys that.. That I’m..” He starts, looks at them, and all that’s going through Ace’s head are ‘Im dying’ ‘I’m doing drugs’ ‘I have murdered someone’ ‘Im dropping out of school’’-

He meets their eyes, and says;

“I’m ace.” He says, and Ace doesn’t turn his head to look at Sabo’s slightly surprised expression that is softening into a warm and accepting smile.

He’s Ace?? What does that mean?? Does he mean to say he’s changing his name??? Maybe he’s having a mental disorder and is impersonating me?? No but then why would he tell us then? What if I am the one with the disorder and he actually Is Ace????

“I see, thank you fo-”

Ace is pretty sure Sabo just started saying something, but he can’t hear it over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He stands up, quickly, and he notes Sabo is looking at him as if he’s wondering wtf Ace is doing and if he should scold him, but Ace needs answers.

“Then who the hell am I?????” Ace says, and Luffy and Sabo look at him, Luffy looks down at himself as well and shrugs. Sabo takes a deep breath and Ace hears it.

“Ace. What Luffy means is that he’s Asexual, Not that he’s you” His blonde brother says and Ace feels the air in his lungs leave in relief.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and look up to see Luffy standing over him, Luffy is smiling and doing a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry Ace! That’s what I thought at first too!” he says and Ace nods at him, appreciating his brother's words of comfort.

Sabo is just wondering how they’re both this dumb.

*Omake = Garp*

Ace and Sabo look at each other, they’ve talked this over with Luffy (who is at work at the dojo just in case this goes badly) and have been awaiting their grandpa, Garp, who announced he’d visit them about a week go.

They’re going to talk to Garp about Luffy’s sexuality, since Garp tends to ask them about potential partners every time they see him.

Their grandpa opens their door (because he has no idea how to knock) and steps in in all his glory.

Sabo and Ace have been standing in their very short entrance hall awaiting him, and he smiles as he spots them.

“Ace, Sabo! Come here you idiotic grandsons!!” He opens for a hug, neither of them are moving toward Garps arms.

“Gramps, we need to talk” Ace says, and Garp blinks before lowering his arms and nods, it’s only then he realises Luffy isn’t behind them like usual.

“Where’s Luffy?” he asks, and Sabo steps forward slightly.

Luffy, like their grandfather and  sometimes Ace or Sabo, tends to be straightforward and takes most news best in that regard as well.

“Recently Luffy told us he’s ace, and we just wanted to make sure you un-” Sabo starts, but he’s interrupted by Garp.

“Then who’s that???” He asks, and points at Ace.

Sabo’s eyes widen and a vein makes itself known on his forehead, he can feel Ace sweating behind him trying desperately to Not Laugh, and Sabo’s hand makes a resounding ‘smack’ as it lands on his face.

He wonders, not for the first time, how he’s related to them.

#One piece #Fic #Oneshot #Ficlet #? #Not sure tbh #ASL brothers #Garp #Monkey D Luffy #Sanji #Portgas D. Ace #Sabo #OP #Anime #Asexuality #Fluff #Lighthearted #Comedy #I hope

[phryicmel0n]

Studying

Parings: Tadashi Yamaguchi x fem Reader

Genre: story

Warnings: kissing

word count: 614 words, 3200 characters (this is part 2 to First days)

I opened my door "i'm home" I said taking off my shoes and putting them on the shoe rack, "Y/n-Channnnnn~" My brother comes running at me, arms opened wide luckily i dodge him, having him hit the door. "sorry Pretty boy, but not today i have studying to do" I carefully step over him and go to the kitchen to grab a snack, "and don't you have practice today, Oikawa?" I open the fridge looking for the milk bread i put in there, this morning. "Nope, I sprained my ankle" he said getting up and dusting off himself. "Again? hopefully it gets better soon", "Thanks y/n-cha-" I cut him off "where's my milk bread?" i look back and stare at him "umm, w-well i was hungry when i got home, and i ate it..", "Oikawa! I was saving that for later!" I pouted, "I know, I know i'm sorry y/n-chan" he pouted back at me, I sighed "you owe me milk bread" I walked to my room listening to him yell sorry, I plopped on my bed opening my laptop and grabbed a notebook "v-o-l-l-e-y-b-a-l-l" I whispered while typing, I clicked on a video and started taking notes After a few hour of notes and video "oww" my hand was cramped up from writing notes and clicking from video to video, I shook it trying to wake it up but it made it hurt more "owww!" i whimpered, There was a knock on my door, "come in!", the door opened "hey Y/n, hope you don't mind that i came over" yamaguchi was standing in my doorway waving hi, i looked at the time and back at him "doesn't practice end in a hour" i looked at him confused "I left early to come see you, you look like you are studying, do you need help?" He walks in and sits next to me on the bed, i nod "alright, what's the subject", "actually i'm studying volleyball" i give him a small smile, "oh that should be easy" he gave me a polite smile, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside i could feel my cheeks getting red. I unpaused the video i was watching and he pointed out the things i should take notes and explained the things i should know like positions and rotation. it was midnight by the time we finished, "it's getting late, do you wanna stay over for the night?", "yea-" before he could finish oikawa came running in "y/n-chan!!!" i sighed "yes, oikawa?", "have you seen Iwa's favorite shirt he left it here but i cant find it", he started to panic, "go check by the pool you two went swimming last time, you guys hung together" oikawa ran over to the pool i heard him stumble a few times, i looked at Yams and we both started giggling, i sat up and slowly putting my hand on yamaguchi's while pretending not to notice his face get all red, I turned my head the other way and smiled. I felt a breeze on my ear "Y/n" yamaguchi whispered i turned my head, we were face to face i felt my face getting red too, but i slowly leaned in. after a few seconds of kissing he pulled back, covering his mouth panting "what's wrong? you didn't like it" I looked at him worried "n-no no" he uncovered his mouth "it was wonderful, Y/n", "can we do it again" He leaned in slowly, i nodded slowly and wrapped my arms around his shoulder and leaned in, i could feel his tongue against mine, his hot breath, the breathy-breathy noises he made it all made butterflies in my stomach.

Writers note: hey hey hey! sorry this chapter is short, I've been busy with school and other things, I promise the next chapter will be longer and more exciting. hopefully you enjoyed reading this! see you next time fellow reader uvu

#tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x reader #haikyuu!!

[stardew-saloon]

perhaps,,, some sambastian...? idk maybe like seb takes sam on a bike ride? brain smooth i just like sambastian

Hi thanks this is the cutest idea ever ! This is all I’m gonna think about for the next twenty years. <3

I decided to do like. How it turns out in Seb’s ten heart event, where he smooches the Farmer for the first time!

This one is kind of long because I got carried away whoops !! Please enjoy uvu

Sambastian Bike Ride

Sam and Sebastian were hanging out in the basement, their perferred hangout spot as Jodi liked to come in unannounced quite often. They were watching whatever was on Sebasitan’s laptop, but neither were paying attention, too focused on how close they were to each other.

They weren’t ever very touchy. Lately, though, the two would gravitate towards each other. Their hands were graze each other when they walked and Sam could feel how warm Seb was when he would reach over him and try to teach him how to play pool properly.

Out of nowhere, Sebastian asks if Sam wants to go take a ride on his bike. He’d only mentioned wanting to ride it once or twice. Seb suspected he was scared of it, but he never said that.

Sam agrees almost immediately, his eyes lighting up in a way that Sebastian had grown to love. He thought Sam was annoying when he first moved in. They were both very young, with Sam’s father going off to war and Sebastian’s recently dying. They bonded over that after a couple months of Sebastian being angry at everything.

Now, though, their relationship was much better. Feelings had started to blossom years ago. Neither wanted to admit it, especially not Sebastian.

They get up from his bed, untangling themselves from the pile of blankets. Sebastian threw on one of his sweaters (which was really Sam’s, but he had stolen it), walking upstairs with Sam trailing behind.

They wave goodbye to Robin, barely getting out without an interrogation from Demetrius about where they were going and when they would come back.

Sebastian gets the bike out, taking out one of his extra helmets for Sam.

“You, uh. Might wanna do something about your hair.” Sebastian has to hold in his laughs when Sam looks confused. He makes a motion to show what Sam’s hair looks like, making them both break out in laughter. Sam pulls his hair back, tying it into a ponytail. Seb has to look away because his face is so red.

Once the helmets are on, Sebastian gets on first, followed by Sam. “If you don’t want to fall off, I suggest holding onto me.” Slowly, Sam’s arms wrap around his thin waist, holding onto it like his life depended on it. Seb doesn’t say anything, but he gives his hand a pat, giving him the reassurance it needs.

Seb starts up the bike, making his way to the top of the mountains, where he liked to hang out when he needed to clear his mind. Sam clings to him, tucking his head against his back. He can barely focus on driving, too distracted by how Sam was holding him.

Eventually, when they arrived to the summit of the mountain, they both take off the helmets. Sam is still pressed against his back, his arms wound around his waist.

Sebastian is still for a moment before he moves to get up, tugging Sam with him. “What is this place?” Sam asks. He’d never seen it before, and he lived here much longer than Sebastian did. Sebastian did always have the best hiding places when they played hide and seek as kids. Maybe this was one of them.

“It’s just the top of the mountain. Nothing special,” Sebastian says, pulling Sam towards the cliff side. There wasn’t much, like he implied, just a few trees scattered around and a broken down bench. Behind one of the trees was a ratty blanket, one he had brought up when he was younger and expertly hidden.

Seb sets it up, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. The sun had already set, leaving a sky full of stars. The stars were much clearer here than in Zuzu city. That was one thing he appreciated from living here, aside from the person sitting next to him.

Speaking of, Sam plopped down next to him, his arms behind him. “It’s nice up here. How come I’ve never seen it before?” He says it like a whine, gently shoving Sebastian.

Sebastian laughs, shoving him back. That’s how things always are between them, joking around. Like friends. That’s all they’ll ever be. The thought strikes a bit of sadness in his heart, but he ignores it. “It’s for special people.”

Sam pouts, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, am I not special enough?” Seb pauses a beat, turning his face towards him. He’s just.. joking, right? It doesn’t feel like a joke.

Like a fool, Sebastian takes the bait. “No, you.. you are. You’re the most special person in my life, I think.” Sebastian has a soft smile on his face as he gazes up at Sam, their faces inches apart.

Their eyes meet for a moment, blue gazing into brown. Sebastian isn’t sure what happens next, but his eyes are closed and he feels Sam’s lips pressing against his gently. He returns the actions by wrapping his arms around his neck, his fingers tangling into his hair.

Sam’s arms coil around his waist, pulling Sebastian closer to him and leaning back to lay down with him, Sebastian on top. They pull away to smile at each other, followed by Sebastian’s head tucking in between his neck and his shoulder.

Sam laughs, squeezing the much shorter male close. “I didn’t know you thought so fondly of me, Sebby.” He laughs even more when he feels Sebastian bumps his nose against his cheek, huffing at him.

“I think more fondly of you when you don’t talk, Sammy.” He presses a kiss to his cheek, but that’s only met with another kiss from Sam. They’ll definitely need to have a talk about this later, but for now, they basked in each other presence, barely able to keep their hands off of each other.

It’s safe to say that Sebastian got a mouthful from Demetrius the next day when they come home at nearly 2 a.m, blushes on their faces and their hair messy.

They’re both happy, which is all that matters.

They start dating a few days later, telling Abby when it’s been a few weeks. They just wanted to be sure about everything, even though they’ve been sure about this since they were kids.

Robin gets told a month after, followed by Maru. She had always suspected there was something going on with them, but never wanted to make assumptions. Robin is incredibly supportive and starts treating Sam like another son. She swears to not tell Jodi until Sam and Seb say it’s okay, though.

Demetrius doesn’t ever get told. He has to figure it out when he sees Sam resting his hand in Sebastian’s back pocket. They were told to keep the touching to a minimum, but they didn’t listen to that very well.

Holy WOW I loved writing that. I don’t even care if that’s not what The People wanted, I had so much fun writing that and I literally wanna turn it into a fic now smh.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #sdv headcanons #sdv sam #sdv seb

[ellovett]

Hei hei~ I have some questions from the OC Ask for Akna, Lillet and Jesse ~ 2, 9 and 53 :)

aaa thank you for the ask! I thought people would have forgotten Jesse and Lillet at this point ;; 

 2. Are they scared of any animals? If so then what animal? 

 Akna isn't very fond of animals in general (besides cats), she doesn't openly state it or show it but she doesn't really like them as they are sometimes a nuisance and that they require a lot of attention and guidance. And she doesn't want to be responsible or even feel the guilt for any fatal accidents or occurences that may happen to said animal. (that last sentence is connected to her past pspspspsps please wait for the 2nd part of the OC past series x) ) but the animal she especially doesn't like are dogs, they're too hyper and jolly for her taste, they remind her of Krahn but as much as she cares about Krahn she doesn't want another one in the same room as her.. 

 Lillet isn't scared of animals. Before she didn't trust them due to her tight upbringing, but now she has learned to accept and warm up to any animal with the help of Fleur :) 

 Of course, coming from an entirely different world where animals don't exist. Instead of being scared, Jesse is left confused...and slightly scared- actually- he doesn't know anything about them and what they could possibly do. The only animal that has completely warmed up to so far are lizards and just reptiles in general! 

 9. Do they have any artistic talent? 

 Besides being a godly expert at potions and brewing, Akna is an excellent arts and crafts person, having to tend to Krahn for the majority of her life with literally nothing of course she had to get creative. She can make anything out of nothing, she has her methods. She also has a really nice singing voice, she just hates doing it uvu

 As mentioned in the first part of the OC past series, Lillet was part of the dance club and therefore an extremely good dancer, especially in irish tap dancing. And I don't know if this counts as an 'artistic talent' Lillet is literally the best at magic, verbal and nonverbal, defensive and offensive. Having been trained mercilessly almost all her life. Also has a really nice singing voice, although only Jesse and Cyric get to hear it. 

 Jesse is also an excellent dancer, specifically ballet and vogue. Is highly skilled and experienced at necromancy and the dark arts, and can also play the violin really well uvu. He seems like an intimidating airhead but trust me this son of a bitch knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to those talents I had listed above. 

 53. What is something they want but can never have?

 Akna just wants happiness, honestly that's all she ever wanted. She wants her guilt to slowly fade away and she thought it would over time but it just stuck to her. She can only find glimpses of happiness and hope in Krahn but that's all she'll ever get...oKAY NOW LET'S NOT FOCUS ON THAT ANYMORE~! Akna wants to own the cat cafe down the street but the real owner keeps saying no so she'll literally try anything at this point to adopt all those cats-

Lillet of course wants her wings back, she misses flying and flapping her wings whenever she gets excited. The only she has that is remotely close to flying is her unique magic, which she didn't think she'd ever need before her wings were forcefully torn off. To a fairy, wings are their pride and joy, the greatest honor, and what differentiates them from the other species. Without them, a fairy is deemed 'nothing'. Of course all that traditional nonsense is not well received by the people of today, but it would be nice if she got to have her wings back for just one more day. 

 Jesse doesn't really want anything...I mean he'd like his severed foot back but it isn't something he desperately wants back. He already has everything he's ever wanted over the past 12 years he was stuck back in his world. He's escaped, he's fallen in love all over again, and he finally got the woman he was mutually pining for all this time. He can't ask for anything more...perhaps a child? ;) 

 sorry for answering so late ;;

#admin answers

[uwupinkmilk]

can i request suju reaction to finding their partner crying and when they go to console them they find out its cuz their partner was thinking about how much they love them? (including the four outcasts if u dont mind uvu u can do them separately tho suju is a huge group) please and thank you!💕

I am sorry for it taking so long to post! I will be making this in two parts. The other four will be in part 2. Thank you so much for your patience and for the request. Some are super long but I think it is such a cute idea. I cry at everything, even if I’m happy so this was nice. 살랑해요!💕

A/N: The reactions below are just my opinions. I could be incredibly far off for reality but I think it was a cute little reaction and I enjoyed wtiting it.

-🍓🥛

 l e e t e u k(정수): 

The second Jungsoo walked into your shared bedroom and saw you crying, he immediately rushed by your side.

“왜?! 왜 울어?!”-(Why?! Why are you crying?!)

Leeteuk had thought something bad had happened to you and was prepared to cuddle with you all night. But when you looked up and said, “I just love you so much.”

Jungsoo would hug you so tight and say, “나도 사랑해, 여보.”- (I love you too honey.)

h e e c h u l(희철): 

As soon as Heechul saw you sat on the couch, curled up in a blanket, he instantly thought the worst.

“야! 왜 울고있니?! 노굴 때려야 해?”- (Hey, why are you crying?! Who do I have to beat up?)

When you sprang up and higged him tightly, while saying, “You would have yo beat yourself up, because I love you so much!”

Heechul’s body would immediately relax and he tightened the hug and said, “야, 너 때문에 깜짝 놀랐어!”- (Hey! You scared me!)

y e s u n g(종훈): 

You had been watching a compliation of Junghoon’s beautiful voice. While watching the video, you started to realize how much you missed him, his voice, his smile. Being so caught up in the video, you had failed to notice Yesung standing in the threshold of your bedroom. The second he knocked on the door, you swiveled around in your chair and the tears started to fall.

Jonghoon kneeled in front of you, cupped your cheeks and said, “작이야, 왜울어?”- (Babe,are you crying?)

When you explained that you were missing him, he would pull you close and say “아무 데도 안 간다.”-(I’m not going anywhere).

s h i n d o n g(동희): 

The new Suju Mv had just come out and Donghee(동의) wanted to show you it. After seeing Shindong dancing you started to tear up. The second he saw you crying his response was to make you smile or laugh! “자기야… 내가 잘 생겼다는 건 알지만 널 울릴 줄은 몰랐어!”(Baby… I know I’m handsome, but I didn’t expect to make you cry!)

You instantly started smiling and Donghee pinched your cheeks and pulled you in for a warm hug. When you explained that you were crying because you were proud of him and loved seeing him do what he loves, he would melt.

“야! 자기야, 이모든 감정들이 날 배고프게 만들���어.” (Hey! Baby, all these feelings made me hungry.)

e u n h y u k(혁재): 

You knew Hyukjae(혁재) was getting ready for the upcoming promotions. He was practicing especially hard today, so you decided to surprise him with 점심(lunch). Just as you were about to walk into the practice room, Eunhyuk(언혁) started dancing. His body moved effortlessly to the rhythm and you were utterly enraptured. You hadn’t realized that tears were slowly spilling from your eyes until the music stopped. You quickly wiped your eyes and entered the practice room. Hyukjae ran to you and scooped you up in his arms.

“자기야! 깜짝 눌 랐잖아! 울고 있었니?! 무슨 힘 일있니?”(Babe! You surprised me! Were you crying? Is something wrong?)

When you explained that you just loved him and loved watching him dance, he smothered you in a hug and said, “나는 음식을 사랑하는 만큼 너를 사랑한다!”(I love you as much as I love food!)

s i w o n(시원): 

It was your anniversary and Siwon had been planning to surprise you with a nice homemade candle lit dinner. You also had a surprise for Siwon, that night as well. When you came home, rose petels were sprawled on the floor and guided you to a table illuminated by cotton rose sented candles.

Siwon emerged from the kitchen holding two diner plates. A beautiful smile dawned his face and he said, “마음에 드세요?”(Do you like it?)

You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you started to cry happy tears. While nodding furiously, “I love it and I love you!”

You hugged him and said, “I also have a surprise for you too!” Within a few moments, you pulled out a ring and proposed. Let’s just say, the dinner conversations were not lacking tonight.

d o n g h a e(동해): 

Donghae was twenty minutes from boarding a flight to(). You knew he was going to be away for a good amount of time and as much as you tried to keep yourself composed, the tears were about to pour. When Donghae noticed your eyes starting to water, he cupped your cheeks with both hands and said, “여보, 무슨 일이야?”(Babe, what’s wrong?)

He promptly pulled you close and rubbed soothing patterns on your back. Once you relaxed enough, you told him that you were crying because you loved him so much and were proud of him.

He chuckled and said, “여부, 나도 사랑해. 매일 전화 할게!”(I love you too, honey. I will call everyday!)

When it was time for him to board the plane, he kissed your forehead and pulled out a small Nemo plushie from his bag.

“그를 잘 보살 펴라.”(Take care of him.)

r y e o w o o k(려욱): 

Wookie and you had been wanting to go on a date for a while. The two of you had planned a more private date in the comfort of your home. You were in charge of dinner, decorations and music. Ryeowook(려욱) was in charge of bringing wine and himself. When he finally arrived, he was wearing a nice suit and hidden behind his back was a bouquet of Forget Me Nots and Baby’s Breathe.

After you both finished dinner (definitely not take away), you two decided to dance around the living room. “양화대교” by Zion. T(highly recommended) was playing softly in the background while the two of you gently sway back and forth. Suddenly, Ryeowook lowered himself until he was on one knee.

When he saw you start to tear up, he immediately stood up and said, “여보! 미안…”(Honey! I’m sor…). You hugged him tightly and said, “Of course I’ll marry you!”

(You’re Hyukjae)

k y u h y u n(규현): 

It was around 11 pm and you had gotten caught up binge watching your favorite show. Kyuhyun had tried so hard to keep up with the show, however the 5th episode ended up watching him. At first soft snores escaped his lips, but right during the the exciting bit a loud snore cut of the main protagonist’s words. Looking down you noticed Kyuhyun’s head laid on your lap. Strands of hair were sprawled across his face and his lips were parted slightly. As you removed the strands away from his face, you forgot all about your show.

In a few weeks he was going to be on tour and have very little time. You only realized when you had started to cry when you heard Kyu(규) groggily say, “자기야?”(Babe?) You explained that you just loved him and were going to miss his snoring while he was on tour. Kyuhyun turned off your show and the lights and wrapped you up in a blanket.

“그렇게 좋아한다면 나와 함께 코를 골아야 한다.”(If you love it so much then you should join me in snoring.)

A/N: I feel like some of these gif don’t match…

#super junior #super junior reactions #suju #suju reactions #suju leeteuk #leeteuk #suju heechul #heechul #suju yesung #yesung #suju shindong #shindong #suju eunhyuk #eunhyuk #suju siwon #siwon #suju ryeowook #ryeowook #suju kyuhyun #kyuhyun

[kanashierihime]

Oh, bloody hell!! Part 3

[Part 1]  [Part 2]

20 years ago

Izuku went to his favorite playground holding his All Might ball. This time for sure he gonna invite other kids to play with him! This time for sure he gonna find a friend. 

To his surprise, all kids were standing around something or someone whispering wildly. It wasn’t common to see everyone so worked up at something that isn’t free money. The boy used his small frame to get closer to the object of everyone's attention and meet his angel.  He never has seen such a beautiful person in his life. Even his mom wasn’t so pretty. The ash-blond hair and these red eyes that looked like the jewelry of his mom. But this boy looked kinda anxious. 

“Hey! What’s your name?” Izuku stood up from the ground cleaning his short from dirt smiling widely. 

The blond tilted his head confused mimicking his words. The kids laughed at this and started screaming between themselves about the new kid not liking loser or new kid beeing stupid or deaf. 

“Ich heiße Katsuki.” The blond kid spoke quietly scratching his cheek unsure. 

Everyone looked at him confused not understanding a word that he said. Izuku blinked surprised but happy that he got a response. 

“Your name is Ka-Ka...” Izuku tried to say a name but failed. His tongue decided to be against speaking hard words. But he really wanted to say his name! It was the only thing he understood from all this weird sentence. “Kacchan!” 

“Es ist Katsuki.” Katsuki spoke slowly blinking away tears that made him see blurry.

“Maybe he is a vampire? Look at his red eyes!” One of the kids shouted making others laugh. 

“He is not!” Izuku shouted angrily, taking Katsuki’s hand and ran away towards the river.  

Katsuki looked at him confused not understanding what is happening around him. But he didn't put a fight, he just went along with this weird kid. 

19 years and 10 months ago

“So your mom is from here?” Izuku pointed something on his dad’s globe.

“From Germany. It’s here.” Katsuki smiled taking Izuku’s finger and moved a little to left. 

“It’s so cool!”

“Not really... She is speaking only in her own langue even tho we live here.” 

“But your Japanese is much better than it used to be at our first meeting! Kacchan is amazing!” 

Katsuki blushed and jumped off from the chair not wanting to show his embarrassment. Izuku looked one more time to a faraway country that used to be a home for his friend. If only he could have the possibility to go somewhere far away! 

“C’mon Izuku. Let’s watch some cartoons.” 

“We call it anime Kacchan!” Izuku jumped from the table running to his friend laughing loudly.  How blessed he is to have such a wonderful friend! He made the right decision to protect him from mean kids. 

“Whatever nerd.” Katsuki smiled sitting on the sofa next to his backpack. 

19 years and 4 months ago

it was getting late. They could how the sun is hiding covering the sky in pinkish colors. The swings creaked every time they roam forward. Soon the vacations will be over and they will have to go back to school. While Izuku wasn’t fond of this idea since being back in kindergarten meant that he once again gonna be alone. Katsuki didn’t have now any problems with communicating with other kids. So naturally, everyone wanted to play with the coolest kid leaving Izuku alone again. 

“Izuku! Time to go back!” Inko showed at the playground with shoppings smiling softly at boys. “I’m sorry for being late. It took me much longer to do some shopping that I thought.” She looked up at Katsuki who still was sitting on the swing watching them closely. “Oh, Bakugou-kun, your parents are also quite late?”

Izuku looked at his friend realizing that even once he didn’t see Katsuki’s parents. He always went home much earlier than Bakugou. 

“it’s fine. I’m sure someone will show up soon.” Katsuki answered with a forced smile. 

“Mom...Can’t we just take Kacchan back home? He lives close!”

“We surely can Zuzu. Let’s go. Would you be so kind Bakugou-kun to show us the way?” Inko smiled warmly at them.

Katsuki nodded reluctantly taking Izuku’s hand and went ahead, the same road he walks every day. 

It wasn’t long before they stopped at the big mansion. Izuku screamed in awe while Inko blinked surprised that her son knows such a wealthy person. It wasn’t every day that rich people allow their children to play with peasants. 

Katsuki stood, still holding Izuku’s hand like his life depended on it. He sighed not really wanting to go inside of that house. Izuku looked at him unsure what he should do. He just felt that his friend doesn’t want to go back home. 

“Mom... Can Kacchan sleep at our place for today?” 

“I don’t know Izuku. It’s too sudden. I don't think Bakugou-san will be pleased with it...” 

“They won’t! Please! Can I?!” Katsuki yelled grabbing Inko’s skirt begging her to let him to with them. 

Inko sighed not being able to say no to such teary eyes. She didn’t understand what’s going on, but right now she was sure that her son’s friend needed it.

“Fine. But only if your parents really don’t mind it.”

Katsuki smiled and ran inside to take some pajamas and toothbrush over his friend. When he opened the doors he saw his mom sitting on the sofa reading some fashion magazine. 

“Bist du schon?” 

“I’m going to Izuku's place for the night.” Katsuki said calmly watching his mom carefully. 

She didn’t stop reading her magazine. She just nodded and for once didn’t mind that he spoke to her in japanase.  He grabbed a few of his belongings and ran outside smiling happily at Midoriya’s who waited for him singing Hakuna Matata. 

“I can go!”

“Awesome!” Izuku beamed happily hugging his friend with all his might. They basically ran while holding hands just to be a little bit faster to the home where they could do whatever they wish for.

(>w<)/”

“Mom, can we watch Jumanji?” Izuku went to the kitchen covered already with his fluffy blanket.

“You can, but if it will scare you, you must turn it off, okay sweetie?” She answered from her tea trying to take some rest before taking kids to sleep. 

“We will, no worries!” 

Izuku went back to the room sitting next to Katsuki who already started to watch the movie. Everything was fine till big spiders didn’t show up at the screen making both kids screaming with fear. Inko ran to room scared of their well being to just see them hugging each other.

“If you’re scared just turn off that movie.” She said firmly walking to them. 

“No! We need to know how it ends!” Izuku screamed holding the remote with a pouty face. 

“Zuzu you will get nightmares.” Inko tried to stay strong and not allow her kid to do another mistake of his young life.

“NO!” 

“They won!” Katsuki yelled pointing at the screen with a smile. “It’s over!” 

Inko sighed giving up.  She was too tired to even fight with her son. When the movie was over she took them to the restroom to wash their teeth and go to bed.  When she gave them goodnight kiss on foreheads she left them alone hoping they will fall asleep faster than her. 

(uvu) z z z 

“Kacchan?” Izuku whispered turning slightly to his friend.

“Hm?” Katsuki answered sleepy fighting with yawn.

“Did you hear any rumbling?”

“No?”

“What if the game is calling us?”

Katsuki turned to him fully too sleepy for this conversation. 

“It’s not. We are safe. Wants hold hands?” 

Izuku nodded enthusiastically grabbing Katsuki’s hands. 

“Kacchan’s hands are so warm!”

“Idiot...” Katsuki whispered thanking that it was already dark so his friend couldn’t see his blush. 

<(T^T)>

In the morning Katsuki rubbed his eyes feeling still sleepy and went to the kitchen where he could see a breakfast on the table. Streaming food that invinted him to take a sit next to Izuku who already drank his cacao. 

Tears streamed from his eyes not asking even for his permission. He sobbed covering his face too emotional to deal with Midoriya’s eyes. 

Inko looked at her son confused but she only got the same look that matched hers. She never saw anyone crying over simple breakfast. Especially not some fancy one. 

She got closer to their guest and hugged him shyly allowing him to cry in her arms.

Whatever was happeing in Bakugou household was not the right thing.

#bkdk #bakudeku #katsudeku #ktdk #mha #Young Izuku is so sweet #he only wants friends to play #Katsuki being half german #cause why not #I needed to write this since it popped in my stupid brain #more angst to come #if you feel erased vibe from this you ain't wrong but not right either xD

[ccwastaken]

Radley Madish finds a baby

Raivyn's origin story time lads!! This might be one of the longest stories I've ever written. ANYWAY, Rainer, Tuesday and Pearl all belong to @dragongirl2. Thanks to her for letting me use them UvU

It was a dark, damp night in Oniontown. The air smelled of petrichor, and the streetlights cast a pale yellow glow over the wet concrete of the streets. There was no one walking about, save for one tall, round figure. Dressed in a thick black coat and navy sweatpants. Leaves protruded from their head and they wore round glasses with lenses so thick it obscured their eyes.

Radley Madish was the figure's name. And he was tired. And cold. He'd been sent out by his girlfriend to get bread, at an unreasonably late hour of night. She didn't let him take her car either because "it's too dark and wet to drive" and "you don't have a driver's license".

He stopped suddenly. He could've sworn he heard something. Something high pitched and soft. It took him a few moments to identify the noise.

Crying. More specifically a baby crying. He looked around. It wasn't normal crying- it sounded like the baby was tired, barely strong enough to sob. The noise sounded like it was coming from...the alleyway? He glanced around, thinking the baby could be somewhere where the noise would be muffled, but the nearest buildings were a tanning salon and a hairdressers. He cautiously stepped into the alleyway and looked around. The noise was louder here. He looked at the only thing in the alley. A dumpster. Slowly, shifting the bread under his arm, he approached it and pushed the lid open a bit.

He gasped, losing his grip on the lid. It slammed shut and he heard a scream from inside the dumpster. He quickly pushed it back open, dropping the bread in the process. He stared at what sat inside, swaddled in a stained white cloth, was a baby. The infant cried weakly, writhing the best it could. Radley reached in and slowly pulled the child out, cradling it against him.

The child squirmed in his arms, still crying. "Shh, shh." He said softly. He stared at it, shocked and horrified. Someone- someone threw out this child. This poor, helpless child that hadn't done anything wrong in its short life. He began walking out of the alley, baby in arms, then stopped. He turned around, grabbed the dropped bread, and then left the alley.

Radley walked up the steps to the old brownstone he and Radlynn lived in. Using his elbow, he hit the doorbell and stepped back from the door, still trying to comfort the cold, stressed out baby in his arms. The door swung open, bathing him in a glow of yellow light and warmth.

"Did you forget your k-" Radlynn was cut off by her boyfriend pushing past her and walking quickly down the hall. She closed the door and followed him into the kitchen. "Radley?"

"There's a um- a situation." He explained shakily. He set the bread down and shifted the baby in his arms. He reached up and adjusted his glasses, then went back to cradling.

Radlynn looked at the white cloth in Radley's arms. It suddenly whined and sobbed dryly. "Is- is that-" she looked up at him. "That better not be a baby."

"...it's a baby."

"Radley-! We can't- where'd you even get it?!"

"It was in the trash! What was I supposed to do?" Radley yelped back, glancing down at the still crying baby. "It was just lying there crying, I felt bad!"

Radlynn pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Okay okay-" she blinked and looked from the floor to Radley. She moved over and leaned up, looking at the face of the baby. It whined softly and stared up at Radley through half lidded eyes. She stroked its head, feeling how icy cold its skin was. Poor thing must've been freezing. She looked up at Radley.

He was staring at the baby, looking so...sad. Radlynn thought of his mom- of how she'd kick him out of the house for days at a time, only letting him in again because she wanted to pick on him more. He was almost lucky compared to this baby.

"...we can't keep it, you know that," Radlynn stroked the infant's head. "We've never had a child before."

"I have." Radley said.

"Pearl isn't like a baby though, she's always been...mature." Radlynn looked up at him.

"What about Tuesday?"

"Tuesday isn't a baby either."

"I know but- but I'll look after them I promise a-and-" he looked at Radlynn, anxious and pleading. "We're all it has right now..."

Radlynn sighed. "I know, I know..." She sighed. There was a moment of silence before Radlynn asked "Can I hold it...?"

Radley nodded slightly. He slowly handed the baby to Radlynn, who cradled it carefully. She smiled a bit. "Careful-" he murmured nervously.

"Don't worry, I got 'em." Radlynn said, her voice soft and reassuring. She looked up at Radley, amused at the way he hovered anxiously around her. "We should probably check its gender." Radlynn suddenly said.

"Oh-! Oh- yeah, we should!" Radley smiled sheepishly. "I should've thought of that..."

Radlynn smiled a bit and looked down at the baby, then tugged down the blanket it was swaddled in. She peaked into the cloth and- she couldn't see. She stepped over to the kitchen table and set the child down. She pulled the cloth away and-

"...holy shit."

"Language-!" Radley scolded. He leaned over Radlynn's shoulder. "Is it a boy or a-" he stopped suddenly.

The baby had no legs. There were small stumps where they should've been, but that was all. Just stumps. "...well now we know why she was tossed out." Radlynn said. They were both silent for a few moments, unsure of how to react. The baby stared at the ceiling through barely open eyes.

"I think she's sleepy." Radley finally mumbled. Radlynn could only nod. The child obviously needed a bath, and clothes, and probably food alongside a good nap.

She watched Radley wrap the baby girl up again and hold her close. The baby whined. "Shh, I got you." He murmured. He looked at Radlynn. "We need to get supplies for her." He said quietly.

Radlynn was quiet for a few moments, thinking. They couldn't afford to just buy baby supplies for a child they wouldn't keep, but they also needed to at least look after her for the little time they'd have her. She frowned. "My dad!" She suddenly said. She looked at Radley and grinned.

"Don't be so loud." Was all he replied with. Radlynn's smile dropped.

"He might have my old stuff, we can borrow that. You'll have to go out and buy food and stuff but-" she looked at Radley. "Good idea, right?"

Radley smiled and nodded. "Yes- yes that'll work." His smile grew into a grin. "I can drive you to your dad's house then head to the store."

"We're going now?"

"Yes? We can't leave her in a filthy blanket all night." He walked past her down the hall. "We don't have a car seat so you'll have to hold her while I drive." He continued as Radlynn followed him. He held out the child to her, let her take it, then grabbed her car keys from the bowl on the small end table tucked into the corner behind their door.

Radlynn spent the whole car ride trying to figure out how to explain this situation to her father. "Hey so Radley dug a baby out of the trash and we need help." Was just off-putting and startling. "Surprise you're a grandpa!" Was just bad for obvious reasons and "Hey dad wanna help me look after a baby I found?" Was just too direct.

The car pulled up outside Radlynn's childhood home and Radley looked at her. "I won't be gone long, I promise." He said. Radlynn nodded.

"Alright," she murmured. "I'll try to get her washed while you're gone." She added as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. She looked at Radley one last time. He gave her an affectionate smile, and she closed the door. She walked quickly up to the steps to the front door and knocked on it rapidly.

She listened to the footsteps coming towards the front door, shifting on her feet anxiously. The white front door swung open, bathing her in light and warmth from the house.

"Radlynn?" Her father didn't look much like the fatherly type. His hair hung over one of his eyes, and half of it was dyed blue. He wore a black band t-shirt tucked into grey ripped jeans. "What're you doing here?" He asked, eyeing the bundle in her arms.

"Hi Dad," she greeted quietly. "Can I come in? There's uh- a situation."

"Of course," Rainer stepped aside. "Come in." He watched her step inside and closed the front door. "What-" Radlynn stopped and turned towards him. "What's happening...?" His eyes went to the bundle in his daughter's arms.

"...Radley dug a baby out of the trash."

Rainer suddenly looked like he was going to faint. He looked from her to the bundle several times, his mouth agape. "I- wh- whe- I-" he stammered. "What?!" He finally managed to yelp out. He moved over to Radlynn quickly and looked down at the child. "Who- who the hell-?!"

"Dad, dad calm down!" She hissed quietly in an attempt to calm down the shocked and angry emo. "We don't know, it was just in an alley." Rainer relaxed.

"Okay, okay..." He caressed the child's cheek. "...are they a boy or a girl?" He asked after a few moments.

"Girl," Radlynn replied. "We don't have anything for her, obviously. I was hoping you could help." Rainer wiped at his eyes. "Ohhh no he's crying-" Radlynn thought to herself.

"Of course," he smiled a bit. "Of course I can." He seemed to suddenly snap back to reality. "She'll need a bath before anything, or else she'll get sick." He glanced at the stairs. "I think I kept the tub I used for you, so I'll get that." He walked up the stairs quickly, leaving Radlynn alone in the hall, not sure what to do. Luckily for her Rainer suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs again. "Oh! Turn the thermostat up, the bathroom needs to be warm for her." He whisper-yelled down at her.

Okay, thermostat, she could deal with that. "Heh- he used to never let me touch this thing." She murmured to the sleeping child as she walked over to the thermostat on the wall and turned it up a bit. She glanced up the stairs, then went up just in time to see her father climbing out of the attic with a large plastic tub. He looked over at her and smiled.

"Found it!" He chirped happily. Radlynn looked at the tub and smiled a bit.

"Isn't there a photo of me in that thing?" She asked as her father closed the attic's hatch. He chuckled a bit.

"Mhm, it was on the wall until you were about...fourteen? You told me to take it down because it was embarrassing." He picked up the tub and moved towards the bathroom, which was right at the end of the hall. "I should put it back up..."

"Oh yeah now that I've moved up you can put my baby photos everywhere."

"I could! And I should!" Rainer walked into the bathroom, flicked on the light, and placed the plastic tub in the regular bath tub. It was shallow and small, perfect for a baby. Radlynn watched him turn on the tap to fill up the plastic tub. He fiddled with the temperatures for a minute or two before settling on something slightly above lukewarm.

Radlynn put down the toilet seat and sat down. She looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. She couldn't help but wonder why someone would throw a child away. "She's a lucky one..." She murmured. Rainer looked at her.

"She is..." He murmured. "I don't know how someone would do something like that...she's so small..."

Radlynn sighed. "People suck." Was the only reply she had. They were silent for a few moments before Rainer checked the water again. He turned the taps off and looked at her.

"Can you hand her over?" He asked. Radlynn nodded and climbed off the toilet. She handed the baby to her father and sat down. He started to unwrap her from the blanket she was in. Radlynn's eyes widened.

"Wai-"

He pulled the blanket away, revealing the child's legs, or lack thereof. He stared in shock. "I-" was all he could say.

"I know- we don't know what happened with that and-" Radlynn began.

"She was probably born like that." Rainer cut in. The baby's eyes cracked open and she whined. He smiled a little bit and removed the blanket, placing it on the ground next to him. "Hello sweetie..." He murmured. "You're so small." He chuckled.

Very carefully, he placed the baby in the tub. She whined and tried weakly to writhe against him in protest. Instead, she just splashed water on herself and Rainer. He didn't mind in the slightest. He'd had worse.

"It's alright," he dipped his hand in the water and rubbed her head, making sure she was getting a thorough wash. "Radlynn, there should be cotton pads in the medicine cabinet. Can you get them for me?" He glanced up at her. Radlynn nodded and got up, doing as she was asked. "Thank you." He said softly as he took the bag of pads from his daughter. He grabbed one and dipped it in the water, then wiped the baby's face from the left eye to her nose. He grabbed a fresh pad and did the same thing for her right eye. Radlynn watched him gently wipe down the child's body with a few pads.

"I'll teach you how to do all of this, I promise." He said, glancing at her. Radlynn smiled a bit. That was reassuring. If anyone knew how to look after a baby on short notice, it was him. He stood up. "I'll go get her clothes, you watch her okay?" He backed towards the door. "Don't take your eye off her, not even for a second. Got it?" He lingered at the doorway, watching her carefully.

"I got it, dad." Radlynn replied. Rainer nodded and walked away to go back into the attic. Radlynn turned to the baby, who was watching the water swirl around her tiny body. Radlynn smiled a bit. "Hey," she said softly. The baby looked up and stared at her. She had large green eyes that seemed to look right into Radlynn. She chuckled a bit. "You've caused a fuss, haven't you?" She murmured. She reached down to caress the child's cheek, only for the baby to reach up and grab her finger tightly. Radlynn stared in shock, then grinned.

"I got the clo-"

"Dad she's holding my finger!" Radlynn whirled her head around and grinned at her father. He walked over to her, holding a box of Radlynn's old baby clothes. He smiled softly.

"Awe..." He watched Radlynn's giddy expression more than he watched the baby as he knelt down beside her. He sat back on his knees and put the box of clothes down beside him. He picked up a faded pink towel that sat on top of the box. "Can you take her out? Just lift her up and I'll wrap her up."

Radlynn nodded and very carefully lifted the baby up out of the water. Rainer wasted no time wrapping her up, rubbing her off. "There we go.." he cooed. The baby yawned as he cradled her. "Here, hold her." He said as he handed the child over to Radlynn.

Rainer dug through the box, murmuring to himself as he tried to find something the right size. Eventually, he turned back to Radlynn, holding four onesies, all a different colour with different designs.

"Mmm," at least picking out clothes was something Radlynn knew. "This one." She pointed at the pink onesie, patterned with strawberries. Rainer smiled.

"Good choice." He murmured as he put the other onesies back in the box. "Lie her down there, I'll dress her."

Radlynn did as she was told, placing the now sleeping child down on the floor. Rainer pulled the towel away from her and very carefully dressed the baby, doing his best not to wake her up. "She'll need proper clothes..." He murmured as he lifted the child into his arms again. Radlynn nodded in agreement. It wasn't just her lack of legs that was a problem, she was a tiny baby. "Maybe she's premature..." Rainer thought aloud.

Radlynn hummed, a noise that meant "maybe". Rainer glanced at her.

"Where's Radley anyway?" He asked.

Radlynn scooted closer to him, watching the baby drift to sleep again. "He's getting things for her. Food, diapers...whatever else a baby needs."

Rainer eyed her. "You have no idea how to care for a baby, do you?"

"Absolutely not." Radlynn chuckled softly. "God this is a mess..." She groaned into her hand. Rainer chuckled a bit.

"It's okay, I'll teach you." He would've patted her were he not holding- well- a baby.

"I don't think we'll keep her." Radlynn murmured. Rainer looked at her.

"Why not? You already took her in and-" he looked down at the baby. "What if no one else does...?"

Radlynn looked up at the bathroom ceiling and shrugged. "I dunno," she looked back down at her hands, scratching at the chipped nail polish on her fingers. "I mean...neither of us have had a baby before. Radley had Pearl and Tuesday but they're more...mature. I don't think we're cut out, not to mention costs and- I mean it's not something you just throw yourself into, y'know?"

Rainer was quiet. He rocked the child in his arms, looking down at her. "...that's very mature of you, sweetie." He finally said. "But if you do decide to keep her, I'll be here to help you."

Radlynn cracked a smile and looked at her father. "You sure you wanna be a grandpa at age 42?" She joked. He laughed.

"I suppose."

They were distracted by a sudden knock on the front door. Radlynn stood up quickly. "That'd be Radley." She said. She walked downstairs quickly. She opened the door. Radley stood there, holding a few shopping bags. Radlynn stepped aside, letting him in. He looked up to see Rainer at the top of the stairs, holding the child.

"Evening Radley." He greeted warmly. "We gave her a bath and some clothes." Radley seemed to relax at hearing that.

"Good- thank you mis- Rainer." He held the bags up. "I got food, formula, diapers, some bottles and pacifiers and a blanket." He said. "I-I don't know if that's everything we need..." He murmured as Rainer walked down the stairs.

"That's more than enough." Rainer said. "Thank you Radley." He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "We'll put a diaper on her and let her sleep, okay?"

Radley nodded. "Okay- okay that sounds good." He stepped back to let Rainer squeeze past him down the hall and into the kitchen. Radley and Radlynn followed. "I don't know how to change diapers." Radley said sheepishly.

"It's okay, I'll show you." Rainer was calm as ever as he flicked on the kitchen light. "Radlynn can you get a towel from upstairs? Just a small one, big enough for her." He asked, adjusting the child in his arms. Radlynn nodded and left the room quickly, eager to help.

Radley set his bags down on the table and grabbed the package of diapers he'd gotten, along with baby wipes and powder. "I...think this is everything you need? I'm not sure." 

"It is." Rainer smiled reassuringly at the nervous radish man.

"I got it!" Radlynn appeared in the doorway holding the towel her dad had asked for. She walked over and set it on the table. Rainer laid the child on her back on the towel.

"Radley, c'mere." He said. Radley moved closer and watched intently as Rainer pulled the onesie off the baby. He wiped her down with the baby wipes, making her squirm unhappily and whine. He shook some powder onto her and then fastened the diaper onto her. He put her clothes back on and lifted her back into his arms. "See? Easy."

Radley nodded and adjusted his glasses. "It didn't look so hard..."

"You wanna hold her?" Rainer asked with a smile. Radley grinned despite himself. He nodded eagerly and held out his arms to take the baby. He cradled her carefully, rocking her ever so gently. "What're you gonna name her?" Rainer asked, looking at Radlynn.

"Uh- I don't thi-"

"I was thinking of names, actually." Radley interrupted. Radlynn and Rainer looked at him. "I was thinking a name beginning with R, since our names do too." He continued. "I was thinking Rachel, or Rebecca, or Raivyn! That's a pretty one..." He looked up from the baby to Radlynn. "What do you think?"

Rainer glanced at his daughter. She was silent for a few moments before signing resignedly. "...those sound nice." She said.

#flipline #fliplinestudios #flipline studios #writing #nextgens

[thrownstiletto-a]

@clinikill​​ sent:  ☁ + ✿ uvu

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket   +   ✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

it’s raining  ---  not a torrential downpour,  but enough that jessica can hear it clearly even from the safe warmth that shields the two of them from the world outside.  it’d be a cliche to say that it seems that time stops in moments like this;  moments where it’s just them.  no work,  no events,  no interruptions,  and nowhere to be.  but is a cliche still a cliche if it’s true?  because jess has no idea what time it is  ---  time itself feels like a concept that’s more abstract than anything right now,  anyway.  god,  how sappy is that?

they’ve been together how long now?  and yet,  she finds herself as captivated as ever at the mere idea of sitting here,  staring into his eyes for as long as she can.  of course,  there have been interruptions  ---  soft,  lazy kisses laced with the sort of tender sincerity that only the quietest of moments can bring;  sex without a shred of urgency,  peppered throughout with giggles and light touching that’s managed to be both gentle and reassuringly firm at the same time.  they’ve talked quietly,  words filled with adoration and reverence,  the ever continuing rain offering a pleasant accompaniment to the soft conversations about everything and nothing.

but with every moment she’s been able,  jessica has found herself looking at him.  just looking.  not only at his eyes,  but his curls as her fingers have run through them lazily.  at his hands,  fingers so firmly intertwined with hers.  he’s hers,  she knows,  and she’s his,  and for as long as they both live,  they’ll never run out of these moments.  of these days.  all the same,  she finds herself securely locking away each sweet second,  trapping him in her memory forever as he is now.  capturing the two of them as they are now.  in this private,  uninterrupted bubble they’ve created.  safe and sound in each other’s arms,  cocooned by the blanket that seems remarkable in its capacity only to enhance their little world;  a world inhabited by no one else,  where the only people who exist are jessica and martin.  and in this bubble,  trapped within,  is a feeling of insatiable bliss.

nothing could possibly spoil this.  thoughts of just how much   (   most of   )   her family hate him,  thoughts of his work,  of any fight or disagreement they’ve ever had  ---  they’re all locked on the outside.  the thoughts and concepts still exist,  of course,  but they’re kept at bay by something more powerful than even the worst dark cloud.  they’re a beautiful mess of love and affection,  holding each other so close in this fortified palace of their own creation.  a splendid place built higher each day as their bond only grows.  their own little fairytale,  with their own happily ever after.

she’s going to draw him later,  she decides silently.  to further solidify her memories,  offering something tangible to help with recall;  so she can look back on these timeless hours for as long as she likes, as often as she likes   (   just not too often  ---  it’s best to leave something special about these particular memories,  this lingering air of perfection that she can’t allow to be spoiled by the comparative mediocrity of the everyday   ).   she’s drawn him before,  of course,  sketches that live on the pages of books,  some are painted on canvas more carefully while others capture martin whitly in the most perfect air of breathtaking chaos.

jessica lays here now;  tracing his face with her eyes.  his face,  his hands,  the messiness of unkempt curls that only grow more unkempt as time so imperceptibly passes by.  she’s memorizing everything.  committing it all to a mind and memory she knows to be far from perfect   (   though she notes that with his apparent near-perfection it’s unlikely her memories will be sufficent when it comes to capturing him   ).   to make up for this,  jessica decides,  she’ll simply have to keep looking,  her eyes on him whenever they find the chance, for as long as martin will allow them to be.

and then he’s kissing her again,  his lips warm and soft against the bare skin of her arm, the feel of his beard bringing with a comforting familiarity that,  when paired with such sweet kisses,  leaves a feeling of peaceful bliss in its wake.  as has been the unspoken theme of the day,  there’s nothing but a gentle softness to his touch,  bringing a broad smile to jessica’s face,  pulling at cheeks that ache in the best way from just how much smiling she’s done.  despite herself,  jess laughs  ---  almost a giggle;  but not quite.   “hey!  i’m not saying that i don’t adore your kisses,  but you’re interrupting me!  i wasn’t quite done looking at you yet,”  a breathy follow-up laugh precedes a brief pause as she considers whether she wants to map out her reasoning  ---  but then the question answers itself,  as it seems crucial to let him know just how thoroughly he’s managed to disturb the concentration she’d held with such immense skill. 

the hand that isn’t attached to the arm he’s still so slowly and deliberately pressing kisses to moves to gently run through his hair as she laughs yet again,  and states with all the earnest adoration that’s flooded her heart all day,   “god,  i love you,  martin whitly.  more than i’d ever considered a human heart capable of loving,  and i want to keep this perfect day locked away forever,”   jessica’s head shakes,  smile lingering despite the   (   admittedly unconvincing   )   annoyance in her voice,   “and you’re making the careful formation and storage of memories awfully difficult,”

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Hi! In one of your recent posts you mentioned that Mama didn’t like Inky too much. Why was that? What changed to make Mama like Inky? Love your work! ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks, glad you’re enjoying! :3

To answer your question, it goes all the way back to around the time they were both created. Mama was made first, Inky was made after him. Mama hated Inky when he was created, solely over the fact that Inky was intended to replace him, to be a better, more perfect version of Bendy (even tho Inky turned out to be just as flawed/messed up as Mama).

While Mama stewed in his hatred for his supposed “replacement”, Inky ended up falling in love with him, hopelessly pining for him and trying to win his affection. This goes on well after the studio falls into ruin, and while Mama’s hatred slowly ebbs away and turns more into annoyance, he still views Inky as a huge nuisance and Inky still desperately tries to earn Mama’s love. Inky constantly attempts to court Mama, even up until Henry arrives at the studio, doing things like bringing him gifts (like projectionist heads lmao XD), and when Mama had been pregnant with Bean, did what he could to help and protect him within Mama’s strict boundaries.

It isn’t until Henry brings all the Bendys home with him that Mama begins to warm up to Inky and return his feelings, leading them to eventually pair up and make two more beans in the comfort of their new home UvU

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