#I am very excited for when I can get the next kitty
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So as some of you know, I have a game called Cats and Soup on my phone.
And the next cat I get,
I'm going to name them...
C A T T R A P T A .
#I am very excited for when I can get the next kitty#cats and soup#Entrapta#she deserves to have a cute kitty named after her#she ra#she ra netflix#spop#spop netflix#she ra entrapta#spop entrapta#i love her
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hey hey heyyy saw this and thought of youuu
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83xLH3c/
(completely sfw don't worry) but like, Imagine for one reason or another you desperately need to get married (maybe to qualify for your medieval grandpa's will) but no one wants you for whatever reason so you promptly go down to the gallows where this murderous ex Soldier was to be executed and you are just "he'll do" not aware that he comes as a package deal with his partner who didn't get caught 👀
are you. are you joking. oh my god
thinking about a woman who's got a terrible home life. i feel like either her parents want to marry her off to some guy who's like 80 or they treat her like a workhorse and are super abusive
and to her, quite literally Anything is better than the life she's stuck in. and for a woman in this time period the only real way to escape is to get married. and since no one will marry her (she's poor and everyone knows how her family is).... well there's really only one choice
she definitely proposes to soap, not ghost. the man getting dragged to the gallows is perfectly at ease - shoulders rolled back, easy smile on his lips, you would never think he's being led to his death. there's something in his over all demeanor that makes it almost easy to jump from the crowd and shout a proposal
he's excited, almost ferally so. he grabs your wrist and holds tight, doesn't let you get even a full armlength away from him. that's when you start to think maybe this was a mistake, but it's far too late now. he's also weirdly insistent about the two of you going to a very specific room in a very specific hotel (or whatever they used to be called)
you get a bit more scared every second that goes by, but you're well aware what a man expects on his wedding night - you grew up on a farm, you know how animals mate. it's scary, of course, but you know you'll have to bear it
except when you get to the room, he doesn't try and take you. you know he wants to - there's a tent in his pants that makes your face flame - and he keeps you flush against him. he sits at the table? you're in his lap. you try to go to the bathroom? he stays so close to you that you decide it's not worth the potential humiliation.
he talks your ear off the whole time - tells you how pretty you are, goes into frankly excessive detail about what he likes about every single part of you, tells you how he wants to "stuff you full", says things like "'m not so bad, kitty, know ye must be scared but i'll take care of ye, don't worry" and "just wait til he gets here, then we can get started" and no matter how much you ask who he is he refuses to tell you
he has his mouth pressed against you throat (switching between licking, biting, and talking about how he can't wait to see what's under your skirts) when the door opens, and you realize that you've truly made a mistake
the new man who walks in has to duck beneath the door frame, he's so massive. had he been the one walking to the gallows, you never, ever would have proposed. he's got to be twice the size of you, his face covered, the rest of him filthy and covered in dirt
(((if i had the energy i'd write dialogue here, but anon i am sleepy)))
soap would be soooooooo happy to present you to ghost, is literally drooling and beaming as he grabs you by the hips and hooks his chin over your shoulder, big hands stroking across your stomach and skirts as he says isn't she so pretty?
anyways. you're getting railed that night. hope you like being on the run with two criminals who have absolutely no intention of crossing over to the light side!!
(ghost fucks you first, bc soap needs to learn to be patient with his new toy, but he lets you suck his cock while he waits for his turn. when soap fucks you next, you're laying on ghost's stomach and he wipes away your pretty tears as johnny does his best to break your back. the next day johnny laughs when you're walking with a small limp, and ghost makes him apologize with his tongue <3)
#side note with old weird laws:#there's definitely smth you could do with that old rule that pregnant women didn't get executed#asks and answers#ghoap x reader#bo writes
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Taking the BSD boys to a cat café pt.1
This can be platonic or romantic, whatever you want. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes, but English isn't my native language.
Word Count: 1.4k
Gender Neutral Reader
Feat. Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai
Atsushi
He was rather excited to visit this cat café you've been hyping up. He loves cats, so, naturally, he would love to sit around so many of them while enjoying a nice beverage.
You both walked into the café and the smell of fresh coffee beans instantly hit your nostrils. As you looked around, you admired the cute cats you were surrounded by. You guys found a table and sat down. A waitress came over to you, took your order, and soon brought it to the table.
"How are you enjoying this experience so far?" you asked Atsushi before you took a sip of your cappuccino.
"It's quite nice actua-" a cat climbed up his lap and interrupted him. You chuckled at his surprised face. He soon relaxed. The cat seemed to get very comfortable, and Atsushi began to pet it gently.
"We've been here for about 10 minutes now, and a cat is already starting to like you. To be honest, I'm kind of jealous" you say with a soft smile on your face, "Perhaps they sense you're one of their own" you make the same dumb joke about his ability.
"I'm a tiger!"
"Same difference!"
You both laugh. You spent at least 2 hours at the café playing with the cats. It was a really fun experience that you enjoyed very much.
Dazai
He's obviously a cat person, so when you brought up the idea of visiting a cat café the next time you go out, he expected it to be quite a pleasant experience.
Dazai was sitting at a table. You, however, were at the other end of the shop playing with a bunch of kitties. His face had a bitter expression plastered all over it. The cats loved you, yet they seemed to hate him. He had already been scratched a dozen times while you were sitting on a soft carpet and petting a cat that was laying calmly on its back. Eventually, he got bored looking at you having fun without him and abandoned the coffee table.
You were sitting and petting a random cat and were completely lost in admiration for the adorable creature when suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder.
"Don't ignore me for the cats! They can't be more important than I am!" Dazai whined and crouched down to you. You laughed at his childish antics and stopped petting the cat. You grabbed his hand and gently moved it closer to the laying animal. With a relaxed motion, you showed him how to pet the cat properly. He finally managed to befriend a cat and was overjoyed.
At the beginning of the date, he wanted you to leave as soon as possible, but now he cherished each second you spent there.
Chuuya
Chuuya's a dog person, but that doesn't stop him from having a soft spot for cats as well. When you suggested going to the local cat café he thought that it would be a normal hangout.
"When you asked me to go to a cat café with you, I didn't expect I would end up in these predicaments" Chuuya was sitting across from you at your table surrounded by half of the cats in the building. For some reason they seemed to love him. There was a cat sitting on his shoes, a cat quite literally sleeping on his lap, a third cat being pet by him and a small kitten which was toying with the chain on his hat barely keeping its balance on Chuuya's shoulder.
You were laughing and holding up your phone to take a picture while he did his best not to move much so he doesn't disturb the cats. Suddenly, the kitty on his shoulder fell down right onto the cat on his lap. A loud meowing was heard and the cat jumped from his lap onto the floor and ran away. The one laying on his feet got scared and ran the opposite way and so did the cat he was petting. Now he was holding the small kitten in his hands because it was the only one left. A genuine smile crept up on his pretty face at the small animal.
"This one is quite troublesome" he said and all you could do was lean your head into your palm and savour the moment.
After leaving the place, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a little sad he had to leave his new friend. He knew that he couldn't adopt him since he worked at the Port Mafia and he wouldn't have enough time to take proper care of the creature and also couldn't guarantee a safe environment for it, but he was determined to return soon.
Akutagawa
Akutagawa was uncertain about your suggestion. He didn't think that spending time along unpredictable creatures all around you was the best way to make use of one's time.
You both were sitting at the table sipping from your drinks. He watched you pet the cats who passed by your table and wondered what could possibly be so good about them that they made you so happy. Yes, they were cute, but beyond that he simply couldn't think of anything else.
As Akutagawa was tasting his beverage, he felt something nudge his leg. Slightly annoyed, he looked down, only to be met with the green eyes of a black slender cat cuddling his legs while gazing back at him. There was something about that stare that made his heart go weak at the adorable creature. He reached down to rub its head, and the kitty purred into his gentle touch. All of a sudden, he felt a warm feeling all over his chest. A small smile appeared on his pale face, and at that very moment, he realized why you appreciated cats so much.
The both of you spent the rest of the day playing with the cats and left the café very pleased.
Fyodor
You still remember the suspicious stare Fyodor gave you after you asked him to go to a cat café together. He did prefer cats over dogs, but hanging around a place filled to the brim with them seemed below him. Still, he agreed to entertain you since he appreciates your company and does not want to upset you.
And there you guys were, sitting on a lonely table close to the window. He had ordered white tea and didn't expect to actually like it as much as he did. He looked over to you and slightly opened his mouth to start a conversation when he noticed your attention was entirely occupied by a cat. You were smiling and playing with the cute animal while he stood with his mouth still open. He couldn't help but feel slight irritation that you'd prefer talking to a cat over him. Soon enough, though, the cat left your side, and you looked back at Fyodor.
"Why don't you try engaging with one of the cats?" you asked him, and he sighed. He glanced at a nearby cat laying on the fluffy carpet and reached his hand out to pet it. He found running his hand through the thick fur quite calming and continued to do that for a while.
"Perhpas it isn't so bad after all" he said.
"I told you you'd like it. We should go here more often. It's quite relaxing and you're always very busy and tired so it's a nice place to chill out for once."
You did end up coming there frequently when you had free time.
Nikolai
He loves any and all animals, and so when you offered him to sit at cat café he was thrilled.
As soon as you walked through the door, he immediately went up to pet all of the cats one by one. He was basically like a little kid at a candy shop. Once you sat down, he couldn't contain his excitement.
"Quiz time! How many cats will we be taking home?" he asked with enthusiasm.
"We can't adopt any right now and you know that, right? Besides, you'll most likely lose them during the first week" you reply calmly.
"Aww. A shame!" he exclaimed and stood up, "That means we have to spend as much time with them as possible." As soon as these words left his mouth, he picked up one of the cats. You watched in amusement as he played with each and every one.
You practically dragged him out of the building when it was about to close, and he ended up memorizing each cat's name.
Thank you so much for reading this, and I really hope you enjoyed it! If you find any of the characters a bit OOC, I'm really sorry. If you want, you can always send me a request to write something (my post about rules and requests is pinned)
#bsd#bsd fluff#bungo stray dogs fluff#bungo stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#nikolai x reader#nikolai gogol x reader#fyodor x reader#dazai x reader#bsd x reader#akutagawa x reader#akutagawa#atsushi#atsushi x reader#dazai#nikolai gogol#chuuya x reader#chuuya
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Rugged
Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader
warnings: quirk-induced amnesia, canon minor character death (major in my heart tho), spoilers for... season 5 and forth? to be safe
wordcount: 4.9k
content: confessions, first kiss, fluff, sfw, no use of y/n, pro hero reader but quirk is unspecified, canon compliant, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, body positive reader, hurt/comfort in like the mildest sense, soft love, amnesia situation, friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, started as a meme turned into something serious, something about cats, unbeta'd, flashbacks to high school days
notes: this is so embarassing to admit but i only came up with this story bcos of that tiktok/insta reel (link is a tiktok as thats where i could find the source material) about having a type that's 'rugged'. it was supposed to just turn into a little joke on that and... uh, ykno suddenly i was almost 5k deep into a childhood friends to lovers, ..ya my brain had a VISION alrighty!!!!! please enjoy a one-eyed kitty, one-eyed aizawa and interrupted confessions!
Aizawa’s leaning forward on the desk, meticulously writing down an exact copy of your notes from English Literature that he missed yesterday due to being in the infirmary… again. He’s always known that becoming a Pro Hero with a non-physical quirk would be tough, but he didn’t imagine landing himself in a hospital bed as often as he does. He’s bulking up nicely, but he feels beaten black and blue every other day and it’s… exhausting.
Rewarding, but exhausting nonetheless. He’s momentarily disturbed as a chair is being dragged across the floor, screeching away before haphazardly thrown next to the desk, wrong side facing it, and Yamada throwing himself onto it, arms leaning on the backrest. He says your name in a sing-song voice – your given name, has he no shame? - and steals a peek of you from over the rim of his glasses. You rest your head in your palm and smile at him, “what’s up?” you ask, and he hums as if he’s thinking deeply about something. Aizawa’s got a bad feeling about whatever subject he’s about to bring up; ever since he appointed himself Aizawa’s wing man, the pestering’s both been non-stop and non-discreet.
Aizawa keeps his face buried in the notes, purposefully removing himself from the conversation.
“What’s your type?” Yamada asks and Aizawa has to hold back a facepalm. You simply giggle and play with the zipper from your pencil case before you answer, “hmm, I’m not sure. But with all due respect, I know it’s not you,” you tease him and he straightens his back in mock-surprise, the conversation’s one you’ve had before. He takes a hand to his chest, “what? Not me? Well you’re not my type either!” the shriek in which he yells is a little too loud, his quirk still a little too unmanageable when he gets excited – he winces as the rest of the class turn their heads. You simply laugh and bite your lower lip. Aizawa steals a look at you through his bangs, admiring the glimmer in your eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sorry ‘Zashi, I truly am, but… you’re just not… rugged enough.”
“What? I’m so rugged. I can be rugged!”
“Look at you, you’re not rugged,” you laugh as you gesture vaguely to… all of him. He takes offense as he puffs up his chest, “how am I not rugged? Because I’m not wearing a flannel in 80 degree weather?”
You hide your face in your hand as you try to contain your laughter, “yeah, sure, whatever… but look at you now. You fly off the handle like that, you’re too angry.”
“That’s a very rugged thing to do!”
“No, it’s really not.”
Aizawa has been saddled with the two of you for almost two semesters now, and he’s still not entirely used to the way you joke around. In the beginning he was always worried about you fighting and not getting along and he’d stare at you both with wide eyes like a startled cat and hope you’d settle down soon. You always did, laughing like the greatest joke was just told.
You lean forward on the table to bark out a laughter deep from your stomach, momentarily blocking the view of your notes that Aizawa’s copying. He lets out a soundless grunt at you being so close and pulls away in surprise when he accidentally smell your shampoo. He wants to lean forward again, to commit the scent to memory, but you’re already straightened back up, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye, “you don’t even want me, Hizashi, why is this always so important to you?”
This makes Aizawa freeze, terrified that Yamada will accidentally tell his secret to you. But Yamada simply crosses his arms, puffs up his cheeks and nods, “you’re right, I don’t. But I want you to want me. I’m the entire package.”
You laugh and shake your head, letting your arm fall onto the desk in defeat. “Sure then, ‘Zashi. I want you. Badly. More than anything. Please go out with me.” your face is as flat as Aizawa’s can be, and Yamada smiles proudly, “no thank you.”
Aizawa’s startled out of grading papers when his personal phone starts ringing next to him on the desk, the screen much too bright for the darkened room he’s situated in. It’s an unknown caller, which makes him hesitant at first but since it’s well past office hours, he knows it won’t be a salesman of any sort.
He bites his lower lip before he picks up.
“Aizawa speaking.”
“Ah, good evening. I apologize for contacting you at this hour, however, you are written down as the emergency contact for…” he apologetically butchers the pronunciation of your name, but gets your hero name correctly, “this is Aizawa Shouta, right?” the person on the other end confirms, and Aizawa nods before he verbally comes up with an answer.
“Well, it’s just that…” he explains your situation precariously, advising Aizawa to just come down to the station if he’s able, since someone will need to escort you home. He makes sure to remind Aizawa that you have two more emergency contacts on file in case he’s not available, but after getting the location, he’s already up from the chair before he’s hung up with the poor officer dealing with you.
From the call he knows you’re neither mortally wounded or in any kind of distress. You were on patrol when you encountered two villains. One of them turned out to have an amnesia quirk, and now you were stuck at the precinct, not entirely sure where your apartment is located. The officer informed Aizawa that you seemed calm and collected but that the last date you remember was well over 10 years ago even if you haven’t age-regressed in any way.
When he arrives, the officer leads him to one of the offices, profusely apologizing and thanking him at the same time. He’ll never really get used to the way newly appointed officers act around Pro Heroes.
Even if all facts and rationale tells Aizawa that you’re fine, he still grips the door handle way too tight, throwing open the door and evidently scaring the shit out of you, sprawled out on the couch with an ice bag on your knee. You spew out some profanities as you sit up. Aizawa immediately calms down as he sees you alive and well. He thanks the officer and agrees with the officer to sit down and talk with you before taking you home. He bows before he closes the door and looks back at you.
“I already gave a statement – was anything missing?” you ask, resting your hands neatly on your thighs. Aizawa shakes his head, “I came to pick you up – they informed you about which of the emergency contacts to call, right?”
Realization seems to travel across your features as Aizawa masks the sting he feels. Instinctively you reach out, but ultimately pull your hands back, “Aizawa?”
For a split second he lets his emotion show on his face – the way you say his last name instead of his given name, but he’s quick to hide it again. He nods and sits down on one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, “I was informed that your memory’s been wiped.”
You nod and look at the floor, “yeah. They took in the villains and interrogated them. It seems it’ll wear off in five to seven hours, but until then I’m stuck with my first work study as my most recent memory. I don’t feel like high school me, though, it’s just like there’s an empty gap in my timeline and not an age-related kind of thing. I can’t remember what has happened since then, but cognitively speaking, I’m still myself.”
Aizawa breathes in sharply, “well, that’s a relief. I have enough students to take care of,” he dryly jokes and the way your eyes widen make him self-conscious. He shouldn’t have made the joke he thinks as he shrinks in on himself.
“You’re a teacher?”
The way you ask betrays your emotions all too clearly and Aizawa holds back a snort. If the last of his personality you remember is high school, he gets why you struggle with the image of him taking care of the budding youth.
“A homeroom teacher, actually.”
Whatever preconceptions you had initially seems to dissipate and you smile proudly, “that’s amazing.”
You haven’t commented on his appearance; besides the moment where you didn’t recognize him, you don’t seem all too taken aback by his lack of eye and prosthetic leg. He’s relieved.
“You ready to go?” he asks, patting his lap with his palms before bracing himself to get up. You get up too and stretch your arms over your head, waiting for that satisfying pop, but it never comes. Annoyed, you let your arms falls and Aizawa smiles at you.
He leads you out of the room and as you put on the jacket he came with, he thanks the officers for their work with some polite back and forth and a bow.
The trip back is quiet as you seem to just take in your surroundings. You stop by your Agency to grab your personal items and civilian clothes that you left behind before your patrol. Luckily the offices are mostly cleared out, so you don’t have to ‘meet’ everyone and Aizawa gets out of explaining everything to everyone.
“Do you want me to escort you to your place? Or do you want to come to mine?”
The question is straight-forward and innocent; you sleep over so often that Aizawa’s spare futon has simply been dubbed your futon, but you seem taken aback, eyes wide and mouth agape. For a moment Aizawa’s blind to the confusion before he remembers.
“Sorry, you sleep over at my place a lot since it’s close to your work. I thought you might also like to see Benben.”
Your eyes that had seemed so tired ever since he arrived, lights up in recollection and excitement, “Benben’s alive and well?” you ask, absentmindedly leaning into Aizawa’s space in your joy. He struggles not to lean back reflectively.
“Yeah, she’s living with me now. She’s becoming old, though. But you’re still her favorite human, so she’d be happy to see you too.”
You giggle into your palm, clearly trying to picture Benben. She was a stray that you and Aizawa started to feed your leftover lunches to back during your first year at U.A. She was also one of the reasons you even started bonding with the stoic classmate. When you talk about the name Benben, a very bad nickname based off of bento, you always laugh and tease Aizawa about his cat-naming skills. While he defends himself in front of Yamada – the man with a habit of getting out his childish side – he never once argues against you on that subject.
Next to Aizawa, you clear your throat right as he’s about to unlock his front door. He’s been polite enough to not comment on the level of staring you’ve done ever since he picked you up, but it seems to be getting too much for yourself. He smiles at you gently, like he’s communicating with a lost child, and the smile makes you act before you can think too long about the action. Aizawa’s breath hitches and whole body freezes when your cold fingertips reach the skin of his cheeks. Your eyes look at him like they’re searching for something, and shortly after your palms make contact, your thumbs start traveling around his face, from his eyebrows to the slope of his nose and then a finger is being traced over the scar under his right eye. He can see all the questions fly through your head, the way you hold back from tracing the eye patch but stare at it like it’s not supposed to be there. He’s about to clear his throat when a thumb starts tracing his chapped lips before continuing down to his jawline, tickling his 5 o’clock shadow. As he tries to smile patiently at you, you mumble something under your breath that makes Aizawa’s heart stop for just a moment too long before racing at the same speeds as Yamada’s car when he’s late.
“It really is you… you’re just so…” you pause for a moment to swallow thickly and lick your lips, “…rugged.”
Not until you’ve had your (in Aizawa’s terms) grabby little fingers on every part of his face and given his heart an aneurysm with your words, does realization hit you. You seem to shrink and pull away to bow half-way a few times at him. Aizawa grumbles out a weak complaint about personal space and jingle the keys again to find the right one. No matter how advanced his work place is in terms of security and technology, he finds it unbelievable how many different types of keys he is expected carry for the school grounds alone. Logically, he’s aware that he’s fumbling due to your innocent advances but his brain’s not exactly acting calm and rational, so he furrows his brows and as he puts in the correct key, takes in a deep, calming breath.
When he motions for you to enter the apartment, he can’t help but observe you as you curiously peek around while you enter. You don’t toe off your shoes or step up from the genkan until the door behind him is locked and he gestures to the left pair of slippers in front of you. You let out a breath as you mumble, “sorry for intruding…” as if this isn’t your home away from home.
As Aizawa toes off his own shoes, he takes notice of your searching eyes. He jerks his head towards the living room, “she’s probably sleeping on the couch. She can’t hear very well anymore, so she doesn’t greet by the door.”
There’s a clear sort of heartbreak in your eyes that Aizawa recognizes, before you nod and walk in the direction of the living room. While your memory might be gone for the moment, it seems there’s muscle memory still intact as you purposefully step over the loose floorboard he always warns guests about. He smiles at that. Benben seems to spot you from her pillow on the couch because no sooner than you enter the room, he starts hearing the hoarse bleating of the senior kitty in there. She must’ve stayed up when Aizawa suddenly left, since it’s out of routine. She’s never been able to meow properly, which enchanted you since she first bleated at you for a bite of your convenience store-bought onigiri back when the two of you met her for the first time.
He hears you coo at her and can only imagine you both before he turns the other corner for his office to shut down the computer for the night. He quickly rejoins you and finds you with Benben on your lap, purring and headbutting your hands to her heart’s contents. When his eye travel higher to meet yours, he’s taken aback momentarily at the strained smile and wet eyes.
“She looks so loved.” you try to explain, and Aizawa can’t hold back the blush from the compliment. She does look loved now, a little on the fuller side (not by a lot, as her physical health is very important to Aizawa), her coat is shiny despite the coarseness that age brings, and she no longer has that stubborn eye infection it took Aizawa several years to treat out of her; she’s missing an eye now as a result, but she’s healthy.
You look around his living room, smiling and heaving in breaths at all the external proofs for her love; she has a pet staircase to both the windowsill, couch and the dining chair next to his; there are three different cat towers and several cat shelves for her to perch on although they’ve rarely been used for several years now. Aizawa can’t bear to take them down – what if she wants to go on one last adventure to the shelf highway he built for her close to the ceiling? It obviously wouldn’t be safe for her to do so, but robbing her of the options feels cruel to his heart.
When you pet her behind her ear and Aizawa situates himself on the floor pillow, you giggle, “you match.”
You’re referring to the missing eyes and while Aizawa takes no offense from the comment, he can’t help but snort at the straightforward observation. It’s very like you.
“How did you lose it?”
You don’t remove your eyes from Benben as you ask and from the shaky lilt to your voice, he knows you’re afraid of the answer. He’s afraid of telling you, too.
So much bad has happened during those years – you were there during his low points after, and asking that question is like removing the experiences you’ve shared. The grief you’ve suffered.
But he knows you want to know. Before he can answer, you continue, “can you tell me everything? About you… Oboro and Hizashi, too. I was informed it was only you, Hizashi and my mom on my emergency contact list. I know it’s not supposed to be miles long but… yeah…” you trail off and Aizawa’s grateful that you’re not looking at him. He’s not sure he’s able to control his face right now; and the emotion he’s showing wouldn’t be remotely close to soothing for you.
“Uh,” he jerks and clears his throat several times to stall, “when did you say your memory would be back?” he asks instead even if he’s aware of the answer.
You look up and hum thoughtfully, “they said five to seven hours around … two hours ago? So…” you count on your fingers and despite everything, Aizawa huffs out a soundless laugh, “three to five hours? Give or take.”
He inhales sharply. He can’t drive you off for that long, even if he used going to bed as an excuse. You’d just toss and turn in fear of what you’d come to remember.
So he tells you. He retells every painful memory with clear objectivity, pausing to let you process each one, seeing the light slowly dissipate in your eyes for every terrible incident. When he reaches present day, he inhales slowly and holds his breath for a moment to control his own emotions.
You’ve stopped petting Benben who’s sound asleep on your lap now, your hands hanging like lifeless limbs by your side. Aizawa then clears his throat, “you were scouted. In third year. ‘Zashi opened a radio station shortly after graduation. Oboro’s mom still invites us for hotpot for his birthday every year despite the mismatch in dish and weather,” you both laugh at that one – of course she insists on his favorite dish on such an important day. An image of the four of you huddled around, sweating over a pot of delicious food has you throwing your head back in sincere laughter, “you have a prodigy; you inspired me to take a pupil on as well, and he’s graduating this spring… I, uh… I use eye drops now.”
The last tidbit of information makes you turn your head so fast you almost get whiplash. Then, your expression turns stern, “didn’t I tell you! Didn’t I tell you to be careful!” you reprimand and he almost rolls his eye at you. Almost.
You shake your head at him and focus back on Benben, a little more color on you again as the mood has successfully shifted. He’s unsure if you’re pretending to be fine for his sake or if he actually succeeded in making you feel better, but he can’t stifle the yawn that comes out of him as soon as he feels relief.
You look up apologetically, “oh my God I’m so sorry, I’ve kept you up haven’t I? Please, you can just go to bed, I’ll be okay!”
Aizawa wants to argue but he also can’t fight the creaky ache he feels in his bones. He went straight from a night shift to school, napped in the teacher’s lounge and then home to grade papers. He’s dead-tired.
He gets up to carry his futon into the living room and set yours up in his bedroom. Usually, you sleep in the same, bare room as him and Benben, but he feels it might be too much for you without your memories, even if you sleep on separate futons with space in between. You make a joke about the futons but then, in a soft voice admit, “I think it’s nice you sleep on something accessible for Benben…” there’s a warm tone to your voice that makes him blush heavily before he pushes you out of his living room.
“I’ll sleep out here, you take the bedroom.”
You meekly argue about taking his bedroom, but he shuts you down in the same way he’s always done, and urges you to carry Benben in with you. You agree to have the door ajar in case Benben wants to walk around, and you bow your head when you bid him goodnight. Aizawa lets the light in the hallway stay on.
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You wake up with a hitched breath and sweat on your brow, unsure when you managed to fall asleep. Disoriented, you take in Aizawa’s bedroom; you were supposed to sleep home tonight after your shift though, not to mention that Aizawa’s futon isn’t laid out next to yours. It takes you a moment to gather your bearings until it all comes back to you. You’d lost your memory.
You’d lost yourself. You hug your arms around you as the feeling of being lost still sits heavy in your body and makes you shiver. Seeing Aizawa was terrifying; you’d no idea of the obvious horrors he’d had to endure. You didn’t remember your best friend’s death.
For a moment you control your breathing, making yourself calm down as best as you’re able. It makes sense why Aizawa decided to sleep in the living room, if the last memory of him was a pimple-y teenager and not the gruff man he is today. You close your eyes and think back to right before you entered the apartment.
You roll onto your stomach and hide your face in your hands, letting out a drawn-out flustered groan. Without thinking, you kick your legs on the bedding to alleviate the embarrassment that’s coursing through you at your own actions. You’d just went all up in his face! The sensation of his stubble underneath your fingertips, his warm breath and his chapped but so, so kissable lips.
No!
You groan again, drowning in your one-sided misery of a crush. Your honed Pro Hero senses are completely dulled by your pining, so when Aizawa suddenly throws open the door and asks if you are alright, you screech as you lift your head from the pillow, “Shouta!”
“Shit, sorry, I heard you moving around so I thought you might have a nightmare,” he hurries to explain, secretly relieved to hear you say his given name again. He frowns when he can’t see your face with your back turned to him. Still frozen, you barely breathe before he continues, “...you are alright, right?”
Making a grimace and with no interest in facing him right now, you choke out “mhmyepdefinitelyeverythingsperfect!” in one single breath before you’re forced to inhale deeply. You hear Aizawa’s metallic foot as he walks towards your futon and hear the rustling of his clothes as he bends down in a squat next to you, “you don’t sound perfectly fine to me, though. Do you have a fever? Is it an aftershock from getting your memories back?”
Being the perfectly rational man that he is, he oversteps any boundaries to quickly check your temperature with his palm. Embarrassment can come after he’s made sure you’re okay.
You push his hand away weakly, still looking pointedly at the wall in front of you, letting out a strained laugh, “heehee, I’m just… you’re right, it must be an aftershock, right? Nothing else!”
He lets you swat his hand away without much resistance but stays where he is, letting the silence hang over you both for a minute. Suddenly, he croaks out all hoarse and desperate, “Just tell me if there’s anything, please.”
Your shoulders fall at the voice. Aizawa’s the opposite of having a heart on a sleeve, but you’ve been with him through enough tragedies to know he must be scared shitless right now. Whenever you or Yamada is even remotely bruised, he fusses over you in his own, annoyed way, until he finds you sufficiently healed. You sigh before you let your head fall back onto your pillow, a short moment to gather your thoughts and feelings before having to face him.
It must’ve been a lot for him, when you asked him to recount the years you’d momentarily lost. It would’ve been better to let it be, but he knew you so well and knew you wouldn’t let it go. Curiosity kills the cat, right?
With heavy and slow movement, you turn around so that you’re facing him, hoping your expression won’t betray your real emotions. You sigh and reach out for his hand. It’s shaking but as soon as your warm fingers make contact, he flinches before he relaxes.
Then, he grunts like he’s annoyed and chastises you for worrying him. You giggle, “I’m sorry, you’re tired, right?” you ask, knowing his schedule this week is packed. He usually leaves little wiggle room for emergencies, however many he encounters.
Before he can reply, you pull at his hand and he topples over, half on the futon and half on the floor, on his knees. You laugh and pull him even closer to you, hoping your beating heart isn’t as loud as it feels.
You and Aizawa have cuddled before; loneliness and grief has made you carve out comfort in each other, but nothing else have ever been spoken aloud. No kissing, no romantic notions to trace back to. Having a one-sided crush since high school feels deafening right now, when all the years travel back to you after what only amounts to a moment without them.
You want to tell him how you feel; losing your memories made you realize how much you’d like for him to comfort you with kisses if anything should ever happen; how you’d like for him to hold you without holding back.
He grumbles where his head is rested in your neck after he’s settled, but he makes no effort to move. You nuzzle into the mane of hair and breathe in his scent; it’s a lavender-scented shampoo that Yamada insists on buying for him. He never accepts it without complaining, but he also never showers without using it. There’s a spare in your bathroom, at the Agency’s bathroom and at his teacher’s dorm at U.A.
“Y’know, I was really surprised for a moment that you became a teacher.”
He makes no movement, but you know he’s listening.
“But as soon as I thought about it, it made perfect sense. You care so much it sometimes hurts to watch…”
You feel his fist tighten around your bedding, but he stays otherwise quiet still.
“You hurt watching me, too, right? How we both have a habit of bending over backwards for what we perceive is right.”
You start dragging your hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.
“I like that we know each other so well. I like how after so many years, you’re still right here in my arms…”
You pause as his upper arm snakes around you, a sharp exhale against your neck.
“You’ve never dated anyone. At least, not anyone you’d tell me about, so I have no idea where this will lead me to but,”
You take a moment to gather your nerves. There’s really no backing down now. Even if you regret it, your words have already given your feelings away; there’s nothing you can take back.
There’s nothing you want to take back.
You’re about to continue your confession when Aizawa pushes against your neck, his warm lips, soft despite the dryness, presses against your pulse point. You can hear your heartbeat so loud in your ear that the rustling of the sheets from Benben is indistinguishable to you, the only sensation you’re able to take in being Aizawa’s lips as they briefly pull away from your neck, only to push back higher up, closer to your jaw.
You whine and pout, but it’s shaky and without much force. You want to protest, scold him for interrupting you but suddenly he lifts his head to face you, and you’re faced with wide eyes and blown pupils. He steals a glance at your lips before he licks his own, pink tongue peeking out. You feel like a cornered prey, one that’s about to be devoured by a beast. When he hovers mere millimeters above your lips he pauses as if to ask for permission and the sigh you let out makes him know that everything’s okay. That everything he’s ever wanted, wished for, dreamed of, is real.
That losing your memory for a second made you desperate to make more meaningful ones.
And you kiss.
While curiosity did kill the cat, satisfaction definitely brought it back.
#its been a while since i wrote and posted a full blown fic so im suddenly nervous........ in like the way i used to be when i started! its#little fun to feel that way again after 30+ works!!!#aizawa shouta x reader#aizawa shouta x you#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha x you#bnha fluff#aizawa shouta fluff#reader insert#nohr.writing#nohr.bnha#i honestly MOSTLY hope that this is coherent. i really did shift my perspective half way in bcos i like to flesh out pain apparently KJDASK#ilysm yall<3333 hope u enjoy this smooching offering
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aita for asking my mum to clean out the kitty litter trays even though its usually my chore
i drove to doctors and work this morning, i worked 8.30 till 5 she worked 8.30 til 4 and drove home after her shift ended to pick up my dance clothes for me (i only didnt have them because i had to stay late at work since 3 people went home sick).
my friend cancelled on me for dance tryouts so i spend the afternoon crying and eventually choose to go anyway because i was excited for hiphop but by this point my head is pounding.
i get out of work, she drives me to dance and goes to get macdonalds while she waits for me to get out. halfway through dance they mention we are not even doing hiphop today not until next week (u have to pay for the tryouts btw)
i get out 7.40ish. on the drive home im thinking "fuck its almost 8 i havent done any uni study, (i have 2 lectures, a quiz and like 8 readings that need to be done today and tomorrow), i havent spent any time with our cats or cleaned their litter trays yet."
for reference we have new cats and are introducing them into a house with a dog so rn we have them in one room and let them out occassionally while putting the dog out back, while i clean out the litter trays and top them up every day, once a week we empty them completely and clean them out
so we get home and i say "would it be too much to ask if you could please do the litter trays tonight" i try to explain that i have a headache and ive still got a lot of uni homework to do and i havent spent any time with the cats so i'd play with them for a bit while she cleans the trays and then do my homework
immeadiately she starts yelling at me that shes tired, she hasnt been home from work all day, she did it last time, shes done so many favours for me already today and blah blah blah.
the way i see it, first, i clean the kitty litter trays every day and vacuum their room. she has literally never done this, she emptied out and washed a tray last week because i was sick and got home from work and passed out. i (a learner btw so im very stressed when i drive) drove us to her appt and then to work, i worked more hours than her today, i danced all night with a headache, i also have not been home all day, after being cancelled on and then them not even doing the type of dance i wanted to do and i still have to do uni work tonight so i dont think im the selfish one here.
but sitting in my cats room while they eat their dinner i can hear her storm about and slam doors because shes so mad at me but i dont understand am i in the wrong here?
also literally as i am writing this she comes out and goes "tell me when youve finished dinner so i can let the cats out. and DONT leave it too late" while my food is literally cooking as we fucking speak jfc.
i have a bit of a diary where i write when mum is mad at me because if i mention to her that she upset me it never goes well so i write it down to safely let those feelings out and as i was writing this one i just needed some clarity i really cant fathom any reason for her to be mad except egocentrism so perhaps an unbias outsider can shed light?
What are these acronyms?
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It's kinda funny when people ask me about CBS Ghosts, I usually tell them to give the first six episodes a go, and to try not to be put off by the first two-parter. Because those first two episodes do have a lot of forced jokes, a lot of shot for shot scenes of the UK pilot which feel badly copy and pasted, and a bit too much toilet humor. I almost quit the show after the first two hander and then decided to give it another chance and am glad I did because the show does find its own identity pretty quick after that.
But what's interesting is that, I had a similar experience with the UK version. I did NOT like the show at all on first viewing. My best friend suggested we watch it, I sat through the first three episodes and thought...."meh". Like the plague ghosts got a chuckle out of me but not much else. And I HATED the main ghosts. So much. It kinda had the opposite problem to the US version, while the characters there felt too flat and cheesy, the UK ghosts felt way too mean - not even in a fun way like Red Dwarf or Blackadder. Like the first episode is fine, but in the second one they are all basically torturing a woman who literelly just got out of the hospital after barely surviving - because of them! With the exception of Pat and Kitty, I really didn't want to like any of these guys. And then the third episode, even when they stop tormenting Alison, I found them trying to set the builders up really cringy and a little uncomfortable, especially the scene with planting Alison's wedding ring. These episodes work great on rewatch to see how far the ghosts and Alison's relationship with them develops, but at the time I just wasn't enjoying the show so stopped after that. But my friend continued and kept saying it was amazing.
So a few months later I decide to give it one more try and the next episode up was Free Pass. I think this episode, while not the strongest of S1, is very underrated because this is what won me over and kept me watching. And I think it's because this is the episode where the ghosts are not just annoying assholes. We get to see them as actual people being excited and interested in the film crew. Aside from Robin messing with the lights, the ghosts aren't really a hindrance to anything. Instead it's where we see that Alison is just as unhinged and morally grey as they are - willing to put people at risk in her unstable house for the sake of making some money. The whole thing about her winding Mike up with her celeb crush is also funny and cute. It's also interesting to learn that this was the first episode the guys filmed and you can kinda feel that buzz of them all being excited to start and how it bleeds over into the episode. After that I was hooked.
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Another Get to Know Me
Tags courtesy of @sleepy-night-child and @splashinkling aaand thanks a lot you two, I loved seeing yours🤩❤
a band you don't like that many others do
Hmm. I'm not really keeping up with people's music tastes anymore (except for you guys). But in middle school, everyone was obsessed with Panic! At the Disco, while I just couldn't vibe with them, so I was mildly worried I'd get defenestrated for it. I didn't, though the chairs did (my class was unique in that they'd slingshot chair seats out of the window by thing them with curtain beads, and they'd kinda just peacefully swing in and out till recess was over)
least favorite animal and why
Nightfriend, I feel like you're making me commit sins (though not really since insects are animals, but it does not feel so??), soo, I raise you: earwigs. Like. My Good Sir. Was there any need for you to grow pincers on your arse to look like you're gonna pull my brain through my ears? No? So please.
hot fandom take
I don't really have any. My fandoms have always been veeery small, even limited to one person (me. Waving, hello!), I'll just hand everyone hot tea and chill🍵
do you wear any jewelry, if so, what's your favorite piece
Not a jewelry person. I did use to have a kitty brooch... but the thing with brooches is, they are perfect for self-poking especially when you're so naturally inclined, so I gave it up.
a movie others liked that you didn't
Ouch, I'm really so out of touch with movies, and these days I'm watching what's very much not popular with people (except for Interstellar. Interstellar is baby). Probably any of the Pride and Prejudice adaptations, I had to go through them for a course, and you couldn't pay me to sit down with them again.
three things you love about yourself
*sees the question and shakes it like a snow globe*
These things so do not come naturally to me. Probably because I'm the type never to think if I can do something and just act, so pride just feels like spur-of-the-moment joy. Though, I'm really starting to think that's just what pride is.
Perfect, actually! So, that I just do stuff, probably my ability to entertain myself, and that I refuse to let life feel like a race. I'm here for the journey.
a place you hope to visit in the future and why
Iceland! Iceland! At night! When I can finally see all the stars, and very importantly, it'll be that delicious shade of freezing, and SNOW! I miss biiig snows so much!! And I want to share it all with my best friend🥰💜💙🥂
an actor that gets on your nerves and why
Am I supposed to know names?
things you're excited about in the near future
Ooooh, you find out like this I'm a bit of fraud come next week. I have goals to put an ungodly amount of chilli in the puff pastries I'll make next week, mostly because I wanna see for myself how painful it can get😈 and, oh, a lot of very awkward and very hilarious dancing, but with how silly it is, it energizes me like nothing else. (And it's still leaps and bounds classier than the 1967 Far From the Madding Crowd adaptation of Troy's... fencing mating rituals. Why was I made to watch that with mine eyes🤣🤣)
least favorite ship in a fandom you're in
I'm in a fandom? Since when? Jokes aside, probably Tomoyo and Kurogane from CLAMP's Tsubasa Reservoir, because HELL NO. Tomoyo crushes hard on Sakura, and you just can't separate Kurogane from Fai. You can't. It'd cost him an arm and maybe a leg also this time.
what's the most toxic fandom you've been in
Oh no, I just make some tea and detox whenever it's the case. I am not a social person, so it helps
list three things you find beautiful about life
Hnnngh, getting to talk to someone in the wee hours of the night when it feels really special, the wind and how it'll numb my fingers but rekindle everything else in me, and how you can grow to love so many things you wouldn't even have thought about before. I love being surprised by time.
any dreams for the future
My personality is such that, from time to time, I just won't dare make a sound from fear they'll just slip through my fingers. I am taught to wait and see.
But this is the rest of the time, SO
I WANT TO KEEP WRITING FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS, AND NEVER FORGET THE THRILL AND JOY OF WATCHING MY STORIES DEVELOP BEYOND MY WILDEST IMAGINATION, OO-RAH!😍👏👏🤺
how are you feeling today
A bit like someone's stomped on my face (sleep; my fault, this time, but the lack of required hours keep me hostage), but also? Energized. Ready to go. And I absolutely never rest😈
These were really pleasant, so if anyone wants to hop on and grab some tea🍵, I'm keeping this tag open for you! I love talking😊
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Haiou everybuddy!
How is everyone doing? It's been a while since I posted here ehehe.
I've been hard at work, but started to get symptoms of carpal tunnel syndrome. My hand/wrist would hurt from time to time so it slowed down a lot of commission work v_v;; Currently recovering while it's still mild/early so I can get back to the grind!
The Blitzkrieg Boys official arts are supposed to have been released by this time, but irl has been really tough on me- I barely had any opportunity to rest (I'd work everyday) or draw for myself so Beyfantasy activity has been slow mo. Stil!! I am excited to design all the Bakuten Shoot characters even after all these years!!! Please look forward to them m(_ _)m
For the Beyfantasy Merch Standees, all orders should have been sent out and completed (at your doorsteps in your hands!) Thank you so much for the support, all proceeds went straight to helping the rescue cats my family's taking care of! They were able to eat good food and have cool check-ups in those days when orders flew in. I appreciate your help in these hard times for my family m(_ _)m
The All Starz Standees set is coming up next! I'm currently seeing if I could have samples produced right now so I can start opening Pre-Orders for their set. My current estimate date for opening Pre-Orders will be around December 2023-February 2024. I'll be sure to announce a date for it as soon as I can to give you guys a heads up! The Majestics will be later, no date yet!
In the memetime, have a smug Mage Emily Doodle! Ahh... I miss drawing Beyfantasy o+<
If you have spare coin and have a soft spot for kitties, you can also toss some in our Rescue Cats' Kofi! We could use the help/assistance everyday for their needs. Any amount is appreciated and adds up. I've been working very hard everyday to support them for years now.
Thank you again for anticipating the Beyfantasy series! I'll do my best! - LET IT RIP!
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|| “Thoma’s Fixer” Thoma X Reader ||
Includes : forbidden love (?), praising, overstimulation, hair pulling (just a little), anal, blowjob/eating you out, and lastly dacryphilia. (with this one you can imagine either one, I wrote it so you can imagine both for my male and female readers!) | please notify me if I’m missing anything!
Side note, I elaborated one of my posts in! Also I recommend listening to this song “I wanna be yours” by Arctic Monkeys oh and “after dark” by Mr Kitty while reading this, that is, only if you want. :)
You were a very important figure to Inazuma. You had worked with Kamisato Ayato before, so it wouldn’t be out in the ordinary if you worked with him. Though, Thoma, he was housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan. No one would imagine that you and Thoma were doing scandalous things together, out of all people. Some people would be outraged, and some… hm, they would be jealous. Who wouldn’t? I mean, you’re bound to have secret admirers throughout Inazuma. Now how did you both get to this point?
“Hmm.. Thoma, I have a question.” You said sternly, it surprised him a little bit. Hearing that tone of yours just suddenly switched something on inside of him. “Yes..? What do you need?” He said looking back at you with those eyes, and to top it off with the familiar smile he would always give you. “Give me a tea flavor, I’m willing to try your suggestions. I’m sure they’ll be great.” You replied back, Thoma was unsure. He didn’t want to make you angry with the suggestion nor disappointed, he thought hard. “Green tea? Haha, I know it’s a basic suggestion but a safe one.” He shrugged. You nodded and went away thanking him for the suggestion. He stopped you midway throughout your walking, “Oh- I can make you some tea if you’d like?” Thoma thought to himself, archons what was he doing? You politely accepted his offer and stayed with him longer. You went back at Komore Teahouse and chatted for long, too long. It was night and everyone was out of the teahouse. Just you and Thoma.
“My my, it’s getting late isn’t it?” You looked at your watch and got up. “Please stay a little longer..” Thoma grabbed your hand and convinced you to stay. That’s when things started to spark. “Oh, but don’t you have anything to do?” You said worrying, he usually was busy and had many things to do. Your mind wondered. “No, I..I just want to be with you a bit longer, o-oh! Of course if that’s alright with you..!” He said nervously not letting go of your hand. “If you insist, but what shall we do now?” You asked, curious as to what will happen next. Thoma blushed and hesitated, “Well.. you can always say no! But it’s not like I’m suggesting it- well I kind of am.. d-do you know what I’m talking about? Oh- I’m just rambling haha… don’t-” you cover his mouth with your hand, “You don’t need to say more. I know what you’re talking about, Yes. My answer is yes I want to do it.” That’s where it started, and from that night on you “fixed” Thoma.
“Ngh-..! Oh d-dear~!!” Thoma was pushed to the wall, lust took over you both and you pinned his hands above his head. His warm skin against your cold skin, panting as you made out. You undo his belt and took of his pants, soon you stroked his cock causing him to whimper and moan more. You gave him that pleasure that he had never felt before, it was so addicting, he enjoyed the state of bliss you gave him and made him feel. He knew this wasn’t right, ignoring some of his duties just to be with you. A person like him? With you? He felt like he wasn’t worthy, but it was exciting just the feeling of getting caught and his name of “Inazuma’s Fixer” just goes down to being “Y/n’s Slut” he can’t lie. It turned him on more. Better yet, he would be called yours, and only yours. He felt that familiar feeling in his stomach and came, he came all over his stomach.
“We’re not done yet Thoma..” the way you said his name made him feel special, the way you would touch him and look at him made him feel hypnotized, seduced even. “Ah-..” you continued to make out with him and turned him over so his chest was against the wall as he was slightly bent over. You felt mesmerized every time you “fixed” Thoma. Nothing was ever boring or the same, whenever you walked past him during the morning you would make eye contact as he would get flustered and you would chuckle a bit. Then you continued along, but behind closed doors he was all yours. “Pl-Please.. Y/n- I need it-..” Thoma begged and you were delighted that he knew what he wanted and how to get it, whether with you or anyone else. You took out your cock/strap and pressed the tip against his hole. Causing Thoma to whine a little. He was really needy this night, that’s for sure. You slammed your cock/strap into his hole earning a loud moan from him. You started to thrust harshly into him with a consistent pace and all he could do was moan out your name.
“Y/n..!~ a-ah! You make-me feel so, so, g-good!” He moaned out as you kept thrusting into him, “You have a way with your words..” you whisper into his ear which that made him turned on even more. The pleasure was overwhelming for him, tear spilled from his eyes as moans and whimpers spilled from his mouth. His hair was messed up, his facial expression was priceless. “You look absolutely beautiful in this state Thoma.” You tugged his hair and thrusted harder into him, his noises started to get louder and you assumed he was going to cum. “You going to cum? Yeah? Go on, cum for me Thoma~” you used your other hand and started jerking him off while you thrusted into him faster. “Oh- fuck-..!! A-Ah~! Y/N!— Cum-Cuming—!” Thoma screamed out as he came all over himself, but you didn’t stop there.
“W-Wait—!” Thoma whimpered out and he felt another orgasm coming. “Ah!- ngh..— it’s t-too much! Plea-se—!!” He felt like he was slowly loosing his mind and felt like he was getting absorbed into the pleasure. More tears fell from his eyes, he felt helpless. “Want- me to stop?” You asked him, you both knew his answer. You still asked because you wanted to tease him a bit, “N-No!~ Don-Don’t stop—!~” he shook his head no desperately after saying that, and so you didn’t stop. Why stop when your desperate boy wants more? You carry on with your movements as Thoma screams out your name, if people were still in the Komore Teahouse everyone would have heard. Though, you were both alone together in this night and that’s all that matters in this moment. “Oh fuck—! Cumming-Cumming~!!” He yelled out and came. His cum dripped down his legs as he shook. “I still haven’t gotten my release yet Thoma..” you murmured. Thoma then got down on his knees and started to lick your cock/pussy eagerly. You moaned out, but you wanted more from Thoma. You grab a fist full of his hair and and pushed his head down on your cock/pussy. Seeing his face that was so fucked out turned you on even more. You felt yourself smirking at this sight. Such a slut, and only for your eyes. As you were a powerful and important figure in Inazuma, nothing could beat this sensation. At this point, you felt your release coming.
“Fuck- Thoma-… I’m gonna cum~” you said while panting out, he could only moan out in response. He kept on going faster, desperately wanting for you to cum in his mouth. Your taste was so addicting to him, it was like a drug. He could do this all day. You let out a loud moan and came all over Thoma’s face and mouth. His facial expression was the sluttiest you’ve ever seen of him. His tongue was out with those eyes. You peeked below you and he came. He actually came from pleasuring you. “Did I taste that good?” You teasingly said. His face was more flustered and red. “I-…” you could tell he was speechless. He didn’t know he could do this sort of thing. Maybe you could use this later.
Bonus!
The next day…
“Did you hear about the rumors?” A girl gossiped to the group.
“No? Tell us!” One said. “There were some strange noises coming from the Komore Teahouse! What do you think it could’ve been?!” The girl exclaimed, as you walked by, you over heard.
You thought of Thoma and the past night with him. Maybe you should go find him, you thought to yourself…
A/N: this was fun to write lowkey?? Anyway.. this was a genius idea of mine. I’m proud of this work of mine! Although I was like half asleep and very horny, so excuse my grammar mistakes if I have any. Anyway, with that said I hope you enjoyed this work of mine!
#dom reader#genshin smut#sub character#sub genshin#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact thoma#genshin thoma#thoma x reader
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Got a weird brain thought about Highlandsshipping I wanted to drop here: None of the Pokemon Melli is associated with are necessarily conventionally pretty or cute, so now I am Imagining Ingo introducing him to his present day team, already used to people being disgusted by his Garbodor or freaking when they see Chandelure approaching for instance ... Melli takes one look at them and thinks they are the cutest Pokemon he has ever seen in his entire fucking life.
Extra points if Garbodor actually takes a liking to him pretty quickly , thus not smelling as badly to him and him being utterly confused about people complaining about the stank he can't smell himself. (Being around Skuntank may or may not have something to do with that too)
AHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH???????!!!!!! Tysm for sharing Anon!!
I had another thought… what if Melli just straight up can’t smell? I have a friend who legit has no sense of smell so it’s possible
Like imagine little Melli bringing a literal skunk back home excited to show off to his big bro Adaman the adorable black and white kitty he found and Adaman smelling him coming before he even sees him and then he sees his little brother cradling the stinkiest creature in the entire region. He’s pinching his nose as he’s asks, “HOLY SWEET SINNOH What are you doing with that thing, it smells like rotting trash!” and Melli is so confused because he can’t smell anything??? What is Adaman being so dramatic for???
Then some 25-30 years later Ingo is trying to steer clear of everyone in Jubilife Village because he knows he smells offensive after spending all day with the Sneasels ( he has been told this several times and he can smell himself and he doesn’t smell good ) He is on his way to take a bath before interacting with any more members of the human race, but before he can get home his boyfriend catches sight of him and starts towards him. Ingo is frantically trying to discourage him from getting close to him because he knows how stinky he is and he doesn’t want Melli to have to catch a whiff of this very unattractive scent, but before he knows it Melli is right next to him.
He expects him to make a comment about how horrible he smells and prepares to apologize and explain, but Melli’s nose doesn’t even so much as twitch. He launches into a story that he has apparently been waiting all day to share with him, and all Ingo can do is gape at him.
Eventually Ingo interrupts him. “Melli, listen… I want to hear the rest of this, but shouldn’t I clean up first? You can’t enjoy being in my presence when I smell this awful.”
In response, Melli laughs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, honey, I don’t care,” he says. “You see, I can’t smell.”
Ingo’s Garbodor absolutely adores Melli and Melli is sure to give it all the love and affection it deserves
#ask#answer#submas#pla#subway boss ingo#warden melli#Ingo/Melli#highlandsshipping#absolutely adore this anon
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A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 8)
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Here's Chap. 8! Clocking in at 19.5 pages on google docs this time, we have Steve and Robin's meeting with Parliament about the children's shelter, the throne room scene that I somehow missed before, and a good ol' Robin and Eddie interaction (plus much more!!!)
The next morning, Steve and Robin are sitting down for a meeting with a select few members of Parliament. Wayne is there with them, and Steve thinks it’s giving him a chance to look mean, if nothing else.
“And so, gentlemen, the winter palace in the mountains of Libbet will be converted into a children’s shelter until money can be raised for one of their own.”
“The use of the castle as a resort is a sort of…perk. For parliament members and dignitaries.” the member sitting on his left (on Robin’s other side) interjects, the other two agreeing with short nods and hushed “Agreed.”s.
“Well, I’m going to de-perk it.” Steve levels him with a look that has him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I feel guilty having two homes while they have none.”
He hears one of the other members whispering from his right and snaps his attention toward the other two. “Lord Crawley, how is your brother doing?”
Crawley has the decency to look embarrassed for being caught, “I–I don’t speak to my brother, Your Highness.”
“Oh. Well, I’ve hired him to be the lead architect on the project!” Steve smiles. Wayne raises his hand and the doorman lets Mr. Crawley into the chambers.
Mr. Crawley greets Wayne when he pulls out the seat kitty-corner to Steve’s. Steve stands and shakes his hand “Your highness, gentlemen.”
They both sit, and Mr. Crawley gives his (twin) brother a curt “Jerry.” that his brother echoes with “Dean.”
“I am very excited to get started, your highness, and to get your notes on the project!...and no one else’s.”
That last bit of backhanded commentary gets Lord Crawley riled up and the two start bickering between themselves, and over the unfortunate third parliament member stuck between them.
Steve leans toward Robin while keeping his eyes on the two, whispering “Nevermind, I’m glad we aren’t twins?”
She snorts out a quick laugh and busies herself with her notes, though he’s sure they’re as immaculate as always.
He raps his knuckles on the table in front of him as the twins’ fight reaches its peak, and the two back off instantly, looking sheepish.
“The queen approves of the plan, and I intend to see it through. Now, gentlemen, I’m sure it won’t take too long to raise the money, do you?”
–
“So, you kissed Eddie, huh?” Robin asked once they were heading back to get Steve ready for his and Joyce’s scheduled open meeting with the public.
Steve sighs, “Yeah, I did. We did? We kinda kissed each other at the same time.”
“So…? How’d you even get close enough to kiss?”
“I uh…” He scratches the back of his head absently “I told him how I felt. About him.”
“That you have capital “F” feelings for him right? That’s what you said yesterday.”
He lets out a long breath and stops walking. He looks down at the tile at his feet, hands on his hips. “That’s…not exactly..all of it.”
“What do you mean ‘not all of it’?? You have big Feelings for him, that seems like a whole lot.”
“It is all big, real, Feelings, but…I saw our whole lives together, Rob.” it’s just barely more than a whisper.
Robin is quiet for a few seconds “Steve, that’s–”
She’s cut off by the incoming sound of footsteps. They both look over, and let out a synchronized breath of relief. It’s only Murray.
“Oh! Murray!” Robin jogs up to meet the man, saying something to him that Steve couldn’t pick up. Murray nods the whole time, assuringly, then pats Robin on the shoulder and continues on his way.
“Good morning, sir!” is all he says to Steve as he passes, then Robin is back.
“What was all that about?”
“I just needed to ask him about some other Royal Advisor shit I’ve been working on, but keep going! You haven’t told me about these prophetic visions of the future you’ve been seeing! Does Eddie become a silver fox? Do you eventually go bald?”
Steve’s hands fly to his hair, “Oh my god, Robin, don’t say shit like that! You’ll curse me!” he starts walking toward his suite again.
“Oh please, you’ll be fine, your grandpa had a full head of hair on his deathbed. Now tell meee!”
“Okay, okay, so back when Nancy first got here, I told her the truth, that I got a big ol’ crush on tall, dark, and handsome after one dance but then found out that he and his dad are trying to run me out so that had crushed me.”
“Duh.”
“So she asked me if I could see myself with him, and I told her no. Y’know, like a liar.”
“Sounds about right.”
“But I saw it so clearly as soon as she asked me, and it was like my chest caught fire.”
“Thinking about yours and Eddie’s possible future together gave you heartburn?”
“No, no, like, okay, at my peeping tom moment, as you like to call it, it felt like something sparked in my chest; and I, of course, took that as hatred.”
“Yeah, ‘how dare he be a real person with a real hobby’.” She nods.
Steve snaps his finger at her. “Exactly. So when she asked me that, that spark that ended up not being hatred started burning so hot…and I could see it all, Robin. I could see him off to the side at my coronation, smiling all proud at me. I could see him at my side when we’d meet with the public. We, Robin, side by side. And I could picture the portrait they’d have painted of us, a little older, some gray in our hair, sure, hanging right beside Joyce and Bob.
“I told Nancy I couldn’t see it, and the day of the garden party I told Eddie that I’d lied to her, that I really could see it all, but that I’d be wiping my hands of him.” He does the same fake during his hands off movement he did that day.
“So…in essence, you told him you could very clearly picture a life with him, AKA you have big sappy feelings for him, then that you hated him.” They’d arrived back at his suite, so Robin lets herself in and holds the door open for him.
“No, I–” Steve runs his hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah, basically. But when I went to leave, he grabbed my arm, whirled me around, and we kissed.
“We were pressed together, and it was like my brain switched off completely, not a thought in my head. We both started leaning toward each other..then it happened.”
“Ew gross, this is so sappy.” Robin flopped herself onto his bed and pillowed her chin in her hands, looking up at him to continue.
Steve rolls his eyes, but does. “Here's something else cliche and sappy: I know what they mean now when they say there are fireworks sometimes, when you kiss someone.” He laughs at Robin’s mimed puking. “I’m serious! His lips were soft, his hands were calloused and warm, and…and he held my face like I was something precious. Something worth holding onto.
“But then I came to my senses, pushed him off me, causing him to fall backwards into that damn fountain, causing me to fall when I tried to catch him, giving me a bruise, a soaking wet, nearly see-through suit, and a litany of “Prince Steve” fanpages posting zoomed-in pictures of my crotch.”
“All that, and you still almost kissed him again yesterday.” She shakes her head at him in exasperation.
“Oh! And he told me that he wished he could know what I’m working with, so I guess you were right, he does have feelings for me too.”
“That’s great!”
“Only sexual though, seems like. Which is fine, I get it. Just. Sucks, you know?”
Robin starts grumbling under her breath at that, so he leaves her be and starts getting ready to meet with the public. This time he pulls out the powder blue version of what is becoming his signature pear-tree printed suit.
“You should get ready too, you’re going with me to the throne room, right?”
She jumps up from the bed “Oh yeah! Meet you there, Dingus!” Then she was gone.
–
“We will have someone come to your farm tomorrow morning and perhaps we can repair your well, and save your feed.” Joyce addresses the man stooped down in front of her.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” He bows his head, then reaches for the basket at his knees “This is for your table.”
“Thank you!” Joyce says, bowing slightly in return and sweeping her hand out for the footman at their side to take the basket.
While the basket is taken away, Steve grabs a goblet of water from behind them, and passes it to his Aunt. “You do this so well, they all just adore you.”
She takes the goblet thankfully, looking up at him from the throne when she does. “Oh, well it’s part of a long-standing Genovian tradition to meet with the citizens this way. You must be fair and very honest. Even if you can’t help, you have to show the people you care.”
Steve smiles at her “We haven’t had time to talk much lately, can we after this?”
Joyce’s face softens, and she reaches up to pat his cheek. “Of course my dear.”
Murray introduces the next citizen then, and Steve takes the water back from Joyce.
Steve looks out over the throne room, over the waiting line of citizens, and all the way over to the wall on his right where a few chairs have been set up. All of them are occupied: Robin is sitting in the first chair, texting furiously with one hand at her side and writing down something in the pad of paper on her knee with the other. Wayne is in the next, struggling to stay awake already and starting to lean onto Eddie who’s in the next chair over. Eddie’s already been looking at Steve every time he risks a glance to the other man, and every time Steve has to think about literally anything else to keep the blush off his face. Eddie’s father is here too for some godforsaken reason, but makes a good foil for his reaction to Eddie. Get flustered about Eddie? Just look over to the last chair in the row and remember what Eddie’s really doing here.
The constant high to low mood shift is giving him a headache.
More citizens come through the line, each offering something for the royal family. It’s very touching, having each of these people put together the best of their best, likely from their families own crop, own shop, own hands for Joyce. Steve feels even more so like he has a lot to live up to, coming into the throne after someone as beloved as her.
“Citizen Tiny Duvall.” Murray announces once again.
Okay, that’s just not fair. Only movies name obviously very large people ‘Tiny’.
“Your Majesty.” Tiny beams at Joyce, not from below, but at her level. Seated a couple steps up from the floor, her height in the throne leaves her and Tiny, who is kneeling, at the same eye level.
“Bonjour, Tiny.” She smiles “May I present my nephew, Prince Steve.” She’s done this with a couple of the citizens who’ve visited, calling out his presence at her side for a reason unknown to Steve.
“Prince Steve,” Tiny turns his bright eyes to him and gives a small head bow.
“Monsieur.” Steve greets in return.
“Thank you for seeing me today. Something for your table.” He pushes the covered basket in his hands to Steve, who gestures the same way he had for all the other offerings, and the footman takes the basket from Tiny.
“She’s my favorite!” Tiny declares, and Steve immediately needs to know more. “I hope you like omelets.”
Steve glances at Joyce and huffs out a short chuckle, “Uh, may I?” He asks Tiny, gesturing to the basket.
“Of course!” He nods excitedly so Steve pulls back the cover and..it’s a chicken? “Be careful.”
“Oh, it’s a chicken!” whatever it is that possesses Steve to try and pick the chicken (an animal he’s had exactly zero interactions with in the past) up out of the basket, he doesn’t know, but he does. And the chicken flaps out of his arms and to the floor.
‘Oh what the hell?’ He steps forward and tries to grab it back up, and misses, and misses again, and again. It’s stupid fat, feathery body is staying just out of his reach, and causing chaos in her wake.
She’s climbing up the steps in front of Joyce and Steve thinks ‘I’ve got you now’ as she slows down to hop up the marble steps.
Just his luck, he misses her (again) and she starts off on her circular path through the corridor behind the throne (once again). But he can’t follow the feathery warlord, being caught by Joyce as he lopes past her.
“Uh, Steve?” She says to him through a grin, and he turns to her “a prince should never chase a chicken.”
Steve stands there next to Joyce, jaw dropped open, and wholly embarrassed, and looks over to where Eddie is seated.
Viscount Muñoz is chuckling heartily and elbowing Eddie, who is laughing uncomfortably at his father, but looks to Steve and they lock eyes
‘You okay?’ Eddie mouths to him, a lighthearted, still teasing, smile on his face.
The tension in Steve’s chest snaps and falls away at that and he lets out a breath, giving Eddie a small nod.
–
“Stupid, stupid, stupid, what the fuck, Steve?” Steve mutters to himself all the way back to his suite after the throne room debacle.
He showers to get out all the gel he’d slicked into his hair previously, and fixes it up the way he would normally. After he changes into a plain white tee and some jeans, he texts Robin and asks her to meet him for a late lunch.
It’s already past three in the afternoon and he hadn’t had anything to eat since a quick cup and coffee and some toast before his first meeting this morning.
Robin texts him back with: ‘Sorry Dingus, I have Super Important Things™ to catch up on, I will see you for dinner?’
He’s disappointed, but not surprised. She does, afterall, have her own responsibilities within the palace.
He sends back a ‘sure, see ya then bobs’, and continues down to the kitchens.
This time it’s Max, El, and Dustin he encounters, all of them munching on whatever snacks they could find while Max is chopping what looks like salad ingredients.
“Yeah, but Max, Lucas plays and–” Dustin starts
“What does that have to do with me playing? I don’t care what he does or doesn’t play.”
“I would like to play some time.” Ellie says, and Dustin starts in on an explanation of character creation? If Steve had to guess?
“Hey, munchkins, what’s cookin’?”
Max rolls her eyes so hard that her whole head almost goes with them. “Well, dad, nothing at the moment. Seeing as how I am chopping up lettuce, that historically does not get cooked.”
Steve pauses, then turns to face El and Dustin more. “Hey, munchkins, what’s cookin’?”
El and Dustin both laugh while Max rolls her eyes again. “Careful, those might roll out of your head one of these days.” Steve tells her.
“See?” She points her knife at him, looking at the other two “Dad.”
“I was just telling El about creating a character for the campaign Eddie’s crafting right now.” Dustin puts his hand out onto El’s forearm and Steve notices her face go red
“Oh that’s cool what are–El, you oka–” Max clears her throat and locks eyes with Steve before using them to gesture to the other two, shaking her head.
Ah. “So what kind of character are you going to make?”
“I thought I could be a wizard, like Will.”
“Oh, that’d be cool! I wonder if Eddie would let us get away with boosting yours and Will’s stats whenever you are casting together? Like, real wonder twin wizards!”
Dustin starts on a rant about all the possibilities and starts scribbling into the notebook in front of him.
Steve shuffles off to the side and pulls out a pack of tuna and some mayo, planning on just a sandwich for now, to hold him over until dinner with Robin.
He fixes it up and heads back up the stairs, eating as he goes, to meet Joyce at her suite.
–
So the scream he’d heard, and came to investigate, ended up being El Hopper.
He’d come around the corner below the two staircases in the ballroom like he does nearly every day after waking up, only to be confronted with shadow and a new wall?
He comes out from under what he now can see is a ramp, and sees each of the teens taking turns sliding down a massive slide on mattresses, each sliding to a stop just before a short stage set up on the opposite end of the ballroom.
He looks to the top of the ramp, and Dustin is the next to go, El getting up off her mattress and moving out of his way. “You having fun?” he yells up.
“Eddie! Hang on, I'll be right down!” Dustin calls back then starts down the ramp.
“You.” his head snaps to his left and Steve’s right hand woman is in his face. “I need to talk to you.”
“Sure, Buckley, go ahead.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but then Dustin’s there “Hey! Are you going to stay for the party?”
“No he’s not, he’s here cause I needed to talk to him then he’s going right back to his room.” Robin grabs his arm and tugs him out the glass side door of the ballroom (“Aw, what?”).
“Ow, ow okay, I’m right here, lay off the arm.”
She lets his arm go. “Enough chit chat, listen to me Edwin, (“Edmund.” “Literally doesn’t matter.”), I am only telling you this out of necessity and to get you to understand my point BUT.” She takes a deep breath, “Steve is really into you, okay? His words exactly were that he has capital “F” Feelings for you.”
Eddie knew the former, but the actual feelings part is news to him.
“I–”
“He was under the impression previously that you were only trying to get close to him in order to get him to not marry Nancy, and in turn not become King. And from what he told me, it seems like you really are only thirsting after him.”
“He said th–”
Robin cuts him off. “He would do anything to see this through, including ignoring his own feelings for quote, unquote ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ for the sake of the homophobes above him.”
“The homophobes? What are you talking about?”
“Parliament, obviously. He’s marrying Nancy because they don’t think having two kings is good for the country.” She says as if it’s obvious. “They told him that he has to marry a noblewoman in order to take the throne, otherwise they’ll give it to you. You, sans partner.”
“Wh-what? Why?”
“I don’t know, Doofus, he thinks you’re 170 pounds of pure sex appeal.”
“No, no not that,” Eddie shakes his head and waves her off, “I mean, I’m flattered, and obviously he’s sexy as fuck (“Okay, ew.”), but no, I mean why would Parliament let me take the throne without a partner but not Steve.”
“Probably the previously mentioned ‘homophobe’ part, Edward. Do they not know you’re fruity too?”
Eddie shakes his head, “Don’t see why they would…”
“Well they do know about Steve. There was a whole media fiasco with his old best friend back in the states.”
Eddie’s stunned at this revelation, but Robin barrels on. “So as much as I would support you two in any other circumstances, I–”
“Robin, I have capital “F” Feelings for him too.” Eddie cuts her off.
She just stares at him, dumbfounded, so he continues. “Look, the day before yesterday, Steve told me he could so easily picture our lives together when Nancy once asked him.” Eddie starts pacing in front of the ballroom door. “He told me that he lied to her, said he couldn’t, but that he actually pictured it so clearly. He didn’t tell me what he saw, but I could see it, Rob. I could see it so clearly.”
“What are you talking about, Edith?”
“I was in the gardens that day when Nancy asked him that. I was sitting out there like I normally do and could hear them as they walked by. She asked him “You could see yourself with him, couldn’t you?” and it was like she was asking me. I could see it as soon as she asked.
“I could see myself at his coronation, smiling all proud at him. I could see myself at his side in the throne room when he’d meet with the citizens, at his side at any number of random events that flashed through my head all at once…just..being with him.
“He told me he saw us together so clearly, and I never told him that I saw it too. It felt like my chest was on fire, Robin.”
He is breathing heavily now, having winded himself with all that.
“Eddie…” Robin steps forward and places a hand on his shoulder.
Eddie huffs out a laugh, “Finally Eddie now, huh?”
“Don’t push your luck, Theodore.”
“Theodore?? How the hell did you get to that from ‘Eddie’?”
“You know, Theodore can be Ted, to Teddy, to Eddie.” She shrugs.
“Okay, you got me there Robert.”
Robert smiles at him. “You both are the dingiest dinguses I’ve ever met.” She coos at him, like he’s a child and it works, he barks out a real laugh this time and tosses her hand off his shoulder.
“Are you guys done, yet? Can we steal Eddie back?” Dustin poked his head out the door, scowling at them.
“Almost, I promise. I’ll meet you back inside Dusty-buns.��� Eddie replies
“Dude, gross. Only my mom calls me that.” but he goes back inside.
“What am I supposed to do now Robin?”
“I don’t know…I wanted to get you to back the fuck off, but now I’m kinda rooting for you guys. As undeniably a bad idea it’d be.”
“You are?”
“I don’t know, I think you’d be good together, sue me.”
“Then why root against us in the first place?”
“Because I want my best friend to become King! No offense.”
“None taken. I don’t even want it anymore.” Eddie thinks for a moment. “What about Nancy?”
“What about her?”
“How does she feel about all this?”
Robert thinks for a moment then opens the door and yells “Hey, Nance!”
Eddie panics, “Robin, what the hell??”
“Hi Robin, what’s…up…” Nancy stalls when she sees Eddie outside too. He gives her a small wave.
“Eddie’s fully, actually in love with Steve.”
“Robin! What the fuck?!”
Nancy looks between Robin and Eddie (who is absolutely mortified, by the way), then dissolves into giggles.
“Okay, what the hell is happening, this is like some Twilight Zone shit.”
“Steve is pretty great, isn’t he?” Nancy says, looking at Eddie.
He drops his head in embarrassment, “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I promise I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“Who ever does?”
Eddie looks back up at her and she’s smiling softly at him. “Okay, seriously, what the hell is happening right now? You should be wanting to fight me right now.”
“Do you want me to?” Nancy says and starts pushing the sleeves of her sweater up her arms.
Robin keels over in laughter when Eddie starts backing away, hands raised.
“So? Robin?” Nancy asks
Robin catches her breath, “So, they both have real feelings for each other and after telling me, Eddie here asked how you feel about the whole thing.”
Nancy nods with a sigh. “Eddie, I care for Steve very much. He’s become a great friend and supporter to me, even in the short amount of time I’ve known him.”
“But…?”
“I am not in love with him. I have feelings for someone else.” Eddie nods, and she continues. “I am still going to marry him, if he needs me.”
“That’s kinda fucked.”
“It is; I agree, Robin agrees, Steve agrees. But I wouldn’t be if I didn’t think Steve would be an amazing ruler. Do you even know how great he’d be?”
“I do.” Robin says.
“We know you do, Robs.” Nancy pats her on the arm. “Steve is the grandson of the most beloved ruler in recent Genovian history, and the son of a royal pain in the ass.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Eddie mumbles.
“Steve is more like Stephan the First, and would be a welcome and needed change in the landscape of European monarchs. A vibrant young man of the people, someone who’s made mistakes like any person would, had them blasted across international media, and grown from them since. Overall, a great representation of the next generation of rulers. Plus, I think he’s a good influence on, and role model for, Mike, and will make him a better ruler in the future.”
Nancy smiles an easy smile, as if she didn’t just make him fall in love with Steve more.
“All that, and you’re telling me you’re not in love with him?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Okay, great. Now what am I supposed to do with that?”
“As much as I want Steve to be happy, with you or not, there is so much that could go wrong with you two being together, even the smallest thing could make his life a living hell.
“If he and I marry, then divorce in a few years, we can both have what we want. I can be with Jon–the person I want to be with–and so can he.”
“So when you say a few years, how many are we talking? Two? Three?”
“Unless the peanut gallery gets real cool about a lot of things real quick, sounds like as many as it takes.” Robin says.
“I fully believe you and Steve would have the support of the people, or at least the majority, but they can’t do anything to sway Parliament if they don’t want to be swayed.”
Eddie nods as he processes all this, even pulling a lock of his hair over his face to worry the strands between his fingers as he thinks.
He stops, fixes his hair, turns to the two women and says: “I will wait for him if I need to. Steve’s worth it.” The two women beam at him, “But let's get back inside before Dustin has a conniption. What are we–you guys–celebrating anyway?”
“We are throwing a surprise bachelor party for Steve!” Robin pushes open the door and holds it for the other two.
“And joint bachelorette party for me too I suppose, but it was just because I’m not heading back home anymore.” Nancy shrugs “I’d rather be with you guys here anyway. Oh! We should’ve invited Chrissy!”
Robin starts spluttering and Nancy catches Eddie’s eye and winks.
He grins back at her “You’re absolutely right, Nancy, I should give her a call!” He pulls out his cell and Robin goes completely red.
“Eddie! How are you?” Chrissy answers his call after a few short rings.
–
Steve and Joyce have spent the last couple hours together; talking about everything and nothing while Joyce took care of some things first, then they went out for a stroll through the yards of the palace.
He told her about Dustin knowing that Mike played D&D (“I don’t know any specifics, so don’t ask.”) immediately after meeting the young prince, and that he seems to be less high-strung and less entitled now, having been around Dustin and Will.
She told him that the coronation is scheduled for August 1st, two months to the day after he and Nancy are supposed to be married.
He told her that he thinks Ellie has a crush on Dustin, and Joyce laughs giddily at that (“Oh, they would be so cute together!”)
She asks him if he is happy.
Steve processes that for a bit, while they walk back to the palace. “I think I am content. I am happy with what I have, I know that I really lucked out with Nancy, and having Robin here, meeting Dustin and gaining a little brother. But I don’t think I would say I am happy, you know?”
She nods in understanding at that, then asks “Would you be able to say you are happy if it was Edmund you were marrying, and not Nancy?”
He blinks at her, but it seems like she’s actually asking (not that Joyce would be capable of showing a hint of malice to her nephew). “I don’t know…” Is what he finally says.
She levels him with a look like she doesn’t believe him.
“I don’t though!” he defends, “Really! I don’t know him so I really don’t know. But in my head, best case scenario, yeah. I think I would be.” the last part comes out almost a whisper.
She nods, taking that in, and they walk in comfortable silence the rest of the way.
“Wait, what is that? Steve can hear muffled music coming from the palace as they approach.
He looks through the glass doors and sees…everyone? The whole Party (as Dustin would call them) running amok in the ballroom. Erica is chasing Max around the room on rollerskates, Max on top of a well-loved looking skateboard, Will and Ellie are trying to take razor scooters off short plastic ramps, and the ramp had been set up from the upper level, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Eddie(??) are all taking turns sliding down on mattresses. Nancy, Robin, and Chrissy are lying about on two of the mattresses in front of a short stage, and there are tables piled high with snacks and drinks and sandwiches on one side of the stage, and a huge pile of blankets and pillows on the opposite side.
Steve is flabbergasted, “Are they having a slumber party?” he laughs. Joyce steps back from the doors then, pulling one open and stepping in, Steve close behind
Eddie’s gaze catches on Joyce and Steve as they enter, he and Dustin are standing on their mattress (halfway down already), trying to surf their way to the bottom. It seems like he straightens on instinct and the movement causes Dustin to faceplant onto the mattress, and Eddie to flop backward off the mattress and onto the metal ramp. His head connects with the slide with a resounding gong and he slides down the rest of the way on his back.
Steve rushes forward to help him up, which Eddie refuses. “That was embarrassing. You can just leave me here to die, your highness.”
Steve rolls his eyes and offers his hand again, which Eddie takes and allows Steve to haul him up off the floor. “No dying on my ballroom floor, Muñoz.” Steve says, keeping Eddie pulled into his chest for a moment before releasing him and moving over to Dustin to make sure he was alright.
“Eddie, what the hell we almost had th–” Dustin looks up to see Joyce smiling at him, “Your majesty, my apologies for my language.”
Steve stifles a laugh behind his hand.
“It’s quite alright Mr. Henderson, may I take a turn next?”
Everyone falls silent at that. “Y-yeah, of course ma’am, let me bring it up for you!” Dustin picks up the mattress excitedly and rushes up the stairs with it, Joyce following behind.
Everyone else stops to watch whatever it is that’s about to happen.
Joyce gets to the top, Dustin having set the mattress up right at the edge of the slide. Then she stands on it. Like she is going to surf the mattress down.
“Is she really going to do this?” Robin says, having come up to Steve’s side.
“Uh…” is all he gets out before, yep, there she goes. Joyce jumps forward a bit onto the front of the mattress to get it going, arms out, and slides. Standing, all the way to the bottom.
“Ta da!”
The ballroom erupts into cheers and the teens crowd close around Joyce, fully in awe at what she was able to do, and Dustin (and Eddie) weren't.
“I tried that like 15 times! How do you know how to do that?!”
“That was incredible! You’re the coolest!”
All of them talking over one another until, “I grew up here, you know; my father, my brother and I all loved to surf down and see who could make it the furthest.”
They again all started talking over each other, until “Alright, you goblins, let Queen Joyce take her leave. We have the rest of the party to get to, now that Steve’s here.” Robin herded them away from Joyce, who climbed back up the stairs to her quarters with a wave to the rest.
“Okay, so what’s happening now?”
“Surprise! It’s your bachelor party!” Robin throws her arms out to gesture at the room around them. “We set it up while you were gone with Joyce!”
“I said we should’ve gotten you some strippers but Robin said no.” Mike interjects
“Ew, gross dude, it’s Nancy’s party too.”
“Then she should’ve gone home like she planned to, Max.”
“ANYWAY.” Robin cut off their bickering. “It’s Steve’s bachelor party and it is what it is because I know Steve and this is what he’d want. We’ve got the ramp set up, music, sandwiches and snacks that yes, you can have now that he’s here, and 80s/90s karaoke. A Steve Party.” she shrugs at the end.
They all look toward Steve when she’s done, and he’s beaming. His face hurts already, but he couldn’t stop if he tried. “What are you all looking at me for, go wild!” He shoos them all away and they do just that, most of them going for the food now that they can. “Just don’t hurt yourselves! Max, I’m looking at you, no skateboarding down the ramp I swear to god.” Steve follows them to the food.
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“So who’s gonna get karaoke started?” Eddie asks the gathered masses, all sprawled out on the mattresses piled in front of the stage with their snacks and sandwiches.
“You said it, now it’s gotta be you.” Max snarks back, not looking up from her phone.
“It’s all old stuff anyway, we aren’t going to know much.” Erica says from Max's side. ‘Hoo boy that is a dangerous combo’ Eddie thinks to himself
“It’s not that old!” Steve says, half mock, half actually offended. “You’ll probably know some of them.”
It was definitely a surprise when Steve’d decided to plop himself down next to Eddie, but a welcome one (though he could do without the looks Chrissy had been throwing at the two of them).
Speaking of, Eddie looks over to Chrissy, who’s a couple bodies down, sitting on the floor in front of Robin.
“Chrissy!” She looks over at him and he raises her eyebrow “Shall we?”
Grinning brightly, she pops up from the floor “Abso-fuckin-lutely.”
“Okay, hold on. What was that, should we be worried? I’m worried.” Steve is looking between the two as they hop up on stage, effectively pulling the attention of the others, who look up at him and Chrissy expectantly.
“You all will know this one, it’s mine and Chrissy’s go-to song.”
The first two notes is all it takes before everyone around them is screaming.
“Hiya, Barbie.”
“Hi Ken!”
They all start yelling along to Eddie and Chrissy’s absolutely amazing rendition of Barbie girl, and once they’re done, all the teens are fighting over who gets to go next.
“Really? Barbie Girl?” Steve asks when he sits back down.
Eddie shrugs, “Yeah, it’s a real ice breaker, but it’s also the only karaoke you’ll get out of me, so I hope you enjoyed that.”
“Yeah, it was pretty great.” Steve smiles a megawatt smile at him and Eddie almost forgets how to breathe.
After a double hit of ABBA (“Dancing Queen” from Max and El, and “Super Trouper” from Nancy, the rest of them unable to resist providing the backup vocals), “Should I Stay or Should I Go” from Will (and Jonathan who’d wandered in at some point and decided to stay), “Don’t Stop Believin’” from Lucas and Dustin, “All Star” from Mike, and a super impassioned “Man, I Feel Like a Woman” from Erica that had everyone singing along, Steve took a turn.
The plain white tee and jeans combo really added to his performance of “Dancing in the Dark”, looking every bit the part of Springsteen. Eddie wanted to eat him.
“Okay that’s not fair, Springsteen’s so in your register. Not gonna do anything daring, Stevie?”
Steve’d been about to put the mic down, but raised a brow at Eddie’s taunt and raised it back to his mouth. “Okay, you little shit.” he punches something into the machine and…
“Can anybody find me somebody to love?” Just in that one line he’d proven his point, his voice shifting through the whole opening line’s highest and lowest notes with no effort at all.
He sings the rest of the song effortlessly, much to the delight of his crowd who were all singing along.
Eddie knows his heart eyes are obvious, but it doesn’t matter.
“Now what about you, Muñoz, gonna do another song or are you just here to heckle the rest of us?” Steve asks after he’s done.
Ignoring the taunting 'oooohhs' from the rest of the peanut gallery, Eddie says “Not a chance, big boy, but I may have something better. Give me ten minutes.” He hops up and jogs back to his room and after a quick change, heads back to the ballroom, his sweetheart in hand.
“No fuckin’ way, is that a warlock??” Mike jumps up as soon as he sees Eddie again, running up to see up close.
Everyone else turns to look and a few start throwing whoops and wolf whistles at the sight of him.
“Whoa now, step away from the guitar. You’ll get your gross Mike germs all over her.”
“Rude. Also, the hell are you wearing?”
They’re back at the semi-circle with everyone else, and he sets his mini amp and his baby onto the stage. “Oh, this?” He spreads out his arms and gives a slow spin, letting everyone take in his carefully crafted battle vest, vintage band tee, and favorite ripped jean combo. “This is me, Mikey; Eddie Muñoz, nice to meet you.” He sticks out his hand for Mike to shake and the teen rolls his eyes and bats his hand away.
“This is insane, you look like Hammett,” Jonathan points at Eddie, “and you look like Springsteen.” pointing at Steve. “This is turning into a real 80s fest.”
Steve preens at that, and all Eddie can think to say is “You know Metallica?”
“Everyone knows Metallica.” Mike cuts back in
“Oh, don’t even start, Mike, as if you know any of their names. You just know ‘Metallica’.”
Mike grumbles and moves to tackle Dustin back onto the mattress, nearly elbowing Lucas in the scuffle.
“Okay, okay, enough!” Steve calls, getting the boys to stop. “So, Eddie, you gonna put on a concert for us?”
“Eh, something like that.” Eddie rubs the back of his neck “I’m no singer but I wanted to pull her out and play while I had some sort of chance.”
“Have at it, man, the floor is yours.” Steve smiles and gestures to the stage.
Eddie gets his shit plugged in and set up, listening to the conversations around him as he does.
“Eddie had a band back in secondary school, they were horrible and scream-y but I thought they were all so cool.” Chrissy is telling Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan (who’d made himself comfy next to Nancy).
“Am I seriously considering getting a denim vest right now?” He hears Dustin wonder aloud.
“It’s not just a vest, bonehead, it’s a battle jacket. It’s different.” Erica (surprisingly) says.
“How in the hell do you know that?” Lucas asks as Eddie plugs the mic into his amp too.
“If you actually like music, you’d know that every community has their thing, Sinclair.” Max cuts in “Battle vests are metalheads’ thing.”
“Can you make one even if you aren’t a metalhead?” Eddie can hear Dustin ask quietly.
“That you can, Dusty, just make sure you know the history before you do.” Eddie shucks off the vest in question and tosses it to Dustin “Be careful with it, will you?” Dustin nods, him and the other four already distracted by his pins and patches.
Eddie slings his sweetheart around his neck, ready to go, and sees Steve, El and Will sitting cross-legged on the mattress directly in front of him, all three looking at him expectantly.
“Okay, you all. I’m not a singer, but I hope at least one of you knows this one.” Eddie says into the mic, then strums.
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The teens around him erupt into cheers and Erica yells “Master of Puppets!”
Eddie points at her with a grin and keeps going, fingers going a mile a minute and Steve is enthralled.
Steve’s come to accept that Eddie will literally always look damn good, but he looks Damn. Good. up on that stage; guitar in hand, hair taken out of the bun it was in before and flying with every movement, the fucking eyeliner he’d added with his “real Eddie” clothes that’d made Steve’s mouth go dry.
They all cheer and scream when Eddie’s done with his song, and he starts in on another, playing a few chords before Erica again is yelling out the name of the song. The song changes and this time Jonathan guesses correctly; on and on with different songs, changing each once someone guesses correctly.
Steve finally recognizes one, “I Was Made For Lovin’ You!” he yells before Jonathan or Erica can.
“Finally!” Eddie grins and points at Steve “Of course it’d be KISS that you’d recognize, Stevie. Okay, this one’s for you.”
This one Steve recognizes with the first note, and is frozen where he sits. ‘How’d he know this is my favorite?’ Steve looks at Robin with wide eyes, and she’s already looking at him, her mouth open in shock. ‘Did you tell him?’ he mouths at her. She shakes her head furiously and looks back at Eddie.
He looks back at Eddie, who’s looking down at his hands on the strings, head bobbing to the unheard beat, hair curtained around his face. A couple of the others had already guessed the song correctly, but Eddie keeps playing, the song is a little empty without the usual keyboard and drum, but it works. Damn does it work.
Steve’s on his feet and stepping onto the stage without even thinking about it. As soon as he is, Eddie’s head snaps up, confused, but his hands don’t falter. Just watches him as he picks up the mic right on time to sing “Welcome to your life, there’s no turning back..”
He sings, and looks at Eddie, who’s looking at him with the fondest smile he’s ever seen. Steve’s heart is hammering, burning hotter and hotter for Eddie with every beat.
He tears his eyes from the man next to him and looks out at his mish-mash group of friends singing along with him; Nancy and Jonathan singing along and swaying side to side with Chrissy and Robin (the latter of whom’s arms are tucked around the former), Mike had taken Steve’s spot next to Will when he’d gotten up (both of their faces red), leaving El next to Dustin (who’s now wearing Eddie’s vest), Erica on his other side, phone held up and a mischievous grin on her face, and Max and Lucas next to each other at the end, each leaning in to the other, but not quite touching.
Steve grins around the lyrics he sings, and thinks that he needs to find Joyce to tell her “Nevermind, I am definitely happy.”
Chap 9 here!
@henderdads gave me most of party's karaoke songs, and @yournowheregirl suggested Barbie Girl for Steve and Robin, but I swapped it to Eddie and Chrissy instead! Thank you guys!!!
@sadcanadianwinter @hopefulslothcollecter @steveshairychest @sidebarre @resident-gay-bitch @kaspurrcat @melkene @livewondrousss @steddieasitgoes @mightbeasleep @princessstevemunson @totallybitchin @potentialheartofdarkness @spectrum-spectre
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WOOO NEW ISSUE!! i began reading this earlier, but couldn’t finish due to me rereading what i had just read and focusing on the pictures!!! so yeah, finally finished it, and GRRR GOOD ISSUE
first off, throws thrasher in the cootstorm pit too, they can share. no transphobic kitties allowed (obviously not literally, but i love how like.. natural it is? it’s just cormorantpaw’s life and what he’s been raised to think). egrettail should deck him
also egrettail!!!!!! favorite kitty therapist!!!! i assume maybe asphodelpaw asked about her being aroace, maybe brought on after daffodil was like “oh!! ur just like me and asphodelpw!!!” to pinepaw, and that made her think “wait am i into men even?” but. yeah. she just wants to help and she’s such a sweetie
SEVEN. SILVERS. SHE’S MADE IT!!! SHE’S IN AN ISSUE FR!! ULTIMATE ALLY INVENTED HRT TO SUPPORT EGRETTAIL. THE MOST BASED CAT EVER. I LOVE HER SHE’S JUST A LITTLE KITTY. I HOPE SHE’S OKAY. IM GONNA SAY IT METHINKS EGRET, HUSH PUPPY, AND SEVEN SILVERS R FOUND FAMILY JUST A COUPLE OF CHOSEN SIBS. UNLESS THIS IS A NO. SORRY IM EXCITED ABOUT SEVEN SILVERS
shoutout to cormorantpaw for getting his 2nd issue. kinda a crime that i only bring him up now but its ok. i love the goofy early cartoons titlecard image with the literal lovebug and him just thinking it over before going “oh fk im bi” and i love how egrettail was like “it seems like it to me, but it’s up to u” bc she can’t really like. force him to think he has a crush, something about that was really gentle- back to cormorantpaw!!! now he’s a blushy mess and i love him for it. also WHAT DO U HAVE TO DO BOY. WHAT IS YOUR ANGST
yes i know daffodilpaw was hardly here but she still gets her own section bc that’s my favorite community hc collection. cormorantpaw doesn’t seem to want to be involved romantically with her, saying how she’s nice but also noting how she doesn’t tend to listen to him (which doesn’t make daffy a bad person!! just something they gotta communicate as buddies) but also mentioning how she puts her paw on his, and also in the sleeping shot cormorantpaw is staring past daffodilpaw, who sleeps next to him, and at pinepaw. i’m just. babey noooo. break out of ur toxic mindset its okkk. unless u actually do like cormorantpaw then i’m. sorry. how did i make the daffodilpaw section the longest oops
rate this issue 5 mysterious end birds out of 5!!! thank u for another great issue :3
So sorry not answering this ask for awhile! All that trouble with my account hit at a bad time. I'm glad you liked the issue, though. :)
Egrettail had the patience of a saint for not beating the absolute shit out of Thrasher when they were in Defiance, and I'm certain she gave him what for on more than one occasion after Hush Puppy died.
Yes, she and Asphodelpaw may have had a conversation about similar realizations she was going through just like Cormorantpaw, heheh. We'll get there someday.
I was so excited to finally include Seven Silvers in an issue!! When I first created her character I wasn't planning on it, but she's just too fun not to use. Hell, I'm allowed to invent magic cat hormone therapy if I want to, who's gonna stop me. Seven, Hush Puppy, and Egret are any manner of close friends you like, and found family/siblings are as good a way as any.
The POVs from other characters are not going to be very common, since Pinepaw is the protagonist in the end, but it's always nice to dip back into Cormorantpaw's thick little skull. I was pretty pleased with myself for thinking of the rubberhose style joke with "lovebug", honestly. Don't worry about his angst, I'm sure it's nothing.
Good catch on everything with Daffodilpaw in this issue! It's something I did intentionally include, and did want to draw a comparison between Corm describing her as not really listening to him with Pinepaw always listening to what he says (which as you said, doesn't mean Daff is a bad person, just that she's got her own things to work out).
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Amongst the sea of amazing bts fanfics I keep coming back to Eunoia ever so often. It's truly one of those fics that you never forget about yk. It's amazing how you have created such an immersive world; that the length of Eunoia isn't intimidating, no matter how many times I read it. I am going into indulgent and fangirl territory next so I have a feeling this is gonna be kinda long (sorry for that TvT).
Ok sooooo... Starting with the amazing way you write such a relatable and human y/n. I know you don't always have to write relatable reader inserts since the point of these fics is to be able to experience stories and situations that you might (and prolly won't) irl. I know (us) the ppl reading this fic aren't world class producers who are friends with taylor swift but gosh darn it I feel like it when I am reading eunoia XD . The y/n feels so... human. They have their fears, insecurities, mess ups and they worry and overthink yet they also have their strengths and try their hardest no matter what. Their love hate relationship with their career and burnout, is honestly so refreshing to see becuz no matter if your career is your dream you are going to get tired at some point. OH YEAH AND THEIR COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR PARENTS! My gosh, it was so good to see someone acknowledge how hard it is to have a relationship with your parents where you don't hate them but you also don't get along because of your massive differences. It feels like you are stuck b/w a rock and a hard place. An argument that will never find it's peace...
Also, I feel like you absolutely nail the members' personality to a T. Ofc, tho you just HAD to give them such TRAGIC backstories ;-; (but yk I get it, the angst is what makes the fluff all the more sweeter). I adore the intricacies of their relationships with each other and also with the reader. All of them mean well but are hesitant to cross any boundaries. I hope we can see them get even closer and develop even stronger bonds so they don't feel like they are burdening each other with their problems and instead rely on each other <3 OK RAPID FIRE ROUND-
Namjoon- so charming, absolutely stole my heart with his rizz, emotional support bby, my anchor in the storm
Jin- absolute SWEETHEART, yes love how did you know the way to my heart was through the stomach, flustered jin is my kryptonite
Yoongi- OOHH gimme that angsty emo boy XD, No but for realisies BBY LEMME GIVE YOU A HUG! it's ok, we're gonna be okay <3 your past doesn't define you!
Hoseok- Sunshine Bby, You are loved, valid and just as important as all of the others, never a burden and always do so much more than you take credit for
Jimin- CLINGY BBY COME HERE & HEAL MY TOUCH STARVED SELF, His backstory made me genuinely sob, don't be afraid love you are safe here <3
Taehyung- ADORABLE LITTLE BABY BEAR, well since we haven't seen much of him I can't say that much but I hope to see more of him and his growth in the upcoming chapters <3 (Also since he is my bias I am even more invested! I am excited to see what direction you take him in :)
Jungkook- Bunny boy come here and tackle me to the ground with a hug >:) He is so cute, he just wants everyone to be happy together ;-; the juxtaposition of a cute bunny who is ripped *chef's kiss*
I feel like eunoia rn is at a midpoint. Things have settled and are not as chaotic but there is still so much to be done! So much to be said, done and so much to heal from. I feel like the story can go in any direction and I am so so curious as to what your vision is for the next chapters (ma'am can we have some crumbs please :> ). Also I was wondering; it was originally marked as smut so if you are still thinking of doing that? (I reallyyyy hope this does not come off as rude I was just genuinely curious; I love the story regardless and it's totally your call).
PHEW, OK THIS IS A LOT! I kinda feel bad for blabbering your ear off but what can I say, this fic is very dear to me.
(pls accept this cute kitty as compensation)
This ask made my day and I'm sorry for taking some time to reply but when I receive such long asks I usually like to think some more before replying. First of all, thank you so much for your words and the fangirling. I live fangirling!!
It is very important to me when writing the main characters in stories to give them their own personalities and make them as human as possible. I don't think it's as fun to write perfect characters or to read about them at that. The mc of Eunoia is very close to my heart because I can see myself in some aspects of her character and I'm happy that's true for other people as well. Relationships with parents can be very hard to navigate and she and her parents have a complicated history. They will never stop being her parents but their differences are so stark and they are nearly strangers by now. She was trying with them for the longest time and she didn't know when to stop trying. Or to stop pretending.
All the hybrids share unique relationships with each other. They might have tragic back stories but they are ones that led them to each other. They have had people crossing their boundaries so many times in the past that they are afraid of doing that to each other. They are all my babies and I adore them.
I was planning to write some light smut for it but I've been rethinking it. I don't have any experience writing smut and in this case the second person is throwing me off. I'll try but I don't know how it will go and if it will fit with the story well.
Thank you for sending this and thank you go the kitty💜 Sending all my love 💜💜💜
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Wow. Oh wow I just read the first chapter of ooie and OOOH my god I have. So many words. It's just all SO GOOD. Like I can't begin to fully articulate how good this is already and how excited I am for what's in store.
It feels like there's lots of hints and clues about how things are going to go! I really like the implication that MOON might be the one to warm up to the reader first! Bc while Sun is decidedly obstinate and very stubborn in skewing everything the reader does as manipulative or sneaky or malicious, Moon immediately picks up on differences that might clue him in to the assistant's clumsy but genuine heart of gold WAY before Sun might get with the program. Probably because Sun is used to dealing with people saving face and putting on smiles to keep up the act because usually they'll have an audience, so he's guarded and sensitive against possible manipulation; meanwhile Moon has probably always dealt with a more unfiltered version of all the previous assistants, due to a lack of audience and thus a lack of needing to save face among other things.
I also LOVE that reader may bond with mini music man!! Emotional support spider robot is a go!!! AND THE KITTY!!!! Ur absolutely correct we WILL need two emotional support creatures to carry us thru the hazing Sun n Moon are about to subject the reader to.
I can't wait to see what else you have in store. I'm in love with your writing style and I can see all the effort and love you're pouring into this! I hope you continue to have fun writing this story <3 I'll be back to gush about the next chapter!!
oh my god I love all of this?? the analysis and the theorizing FUELS ME, this gives me LIFE, thank you so much for this message I will definitely reread it when I have any self-doubt about my writing
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attempt at play date
headcanons:
I talk about little Jumin in my last art of him but that is just how he is before! Of course even though he so so did not want them to, the RFA did figure out that he regresses.
BEFORE they figured it out, Yoosung worried sometimes that Jumin was opposed to age regression or at least specifically little Yoosung because Jumin was always extra stilted when interacting with regressed Yoosung and sometimes just left chatrooms. Really Jumin felt awkward around regressed Yoosung because he was so open and happy with that part of himself that Jumin had so much shame about and seeing it made Jumin feel funny icky emotions he didn’t like or understand. It was kind of like second hand embarrassment, but also jealousy.
When the RFA did figure it out, they reacted all differently but Yoosung specifically was so so excited! Both because now he knows Jumin wasn’t avoiding his regressed self because he didn’t like him personally and also because maybe he will have a new little friend! Seven is probably the one to tell Yoosung not to get his hopes up about play dates. BUT eventually somehow (no I do not know how. I am a baby) Jumin agrees to regress with Yoosung and it goes kind of mixed.
Jumin is definitely anxious and is still kind of hiding with things like blankets (not pictured oops) and a face mask (this one is me for real when I am little around other people sometimes I wear my mask and part of it is like sensory but also I do like little mouth stims like a fish and perhaps it is embarrassing. Also if I have a pacifier with me I hide it underneath mask! I do this regardless of whether I am with friends or strangers btw and it doesn’t mean I don’t trust them or anything btw. Anyway I think for Jumin it’s mostly for feeling less seen (oh! Especially if he is expressing emotions or something) but whever 🤍) but even if he is anxious he is not necessarily having a bad time
I think little Jumin is not so good at playing with others or even playing abstractly at all so him just watching Yoosung play and clinging onto his stuffed kitty (I will elaborate on her. Next time) doesn’t necessarily mean he’s having a bad time and I don’t know if Yoosung would get it. Maybe he would try to include Jumin more in his little game of pretend and maybe that would overwhelm Jumin a little bit more. Perhaps Yoosung would notice Jumin getting more anxious and dial back and remind himself not to push Jumin out of his comfort zone because he is still not used to any of this.
Also I think little Jumin is non verbal both because I think that is fitting for him but also if he can talk he might struggle to pronounce words correctly which I think would be really embarrassing for him so he would just refuse to speak. This is just another way he is very different from babbly little Yoosung.
Ummmm think that is all for now
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Hi! I just saw your submission to my matchup trade and I'm more than willing to do it with you! Here’s my half for the trade (Mystic Messenger/Stardew Valley)!
• Name/Nickname: Kaitlyn / Kit
• Age: 20
• Sexuality: Lesbian (However I don’t mind being shipped with fictional men at all!!)
• Pronouns: She/Her
• Age Range: 20-30
• Likes: Gardening, Cats, Ocean Life, Video Games, Coffee, Disney Movies (Frozen, specifically), Fall Out Boy (favorite band) || Dislikes: Fireworks, Hospitals
• Hobbies: Journaling, Writing, Reading
• Love Languages: Gift Giving
• Ideal Type: Someone to joke around with, who listens to me, who hypes me up 24/7
• Personality: I’m very shy at first and it takes some time for me to get used to new people. I tend to be very outgoing when in my friend circle and never really go out of my way to meet new friends, they always just come to me somehow. I like to believe I give good advice and am a good listener, and I back my friends up 100% of the time. I love to laugh and make jokes, and pretend arguing over stupid stuff that doesn’t matter is one of my favorite activities. I could ramble on and on about my favorite activities and I can tend to be stubborn when it comes to my favorite things.
• Astrology Sign: Scorpio
• Aesthetic/Style: My style fluctuates based on my mood of the day. Some days I will be wearing band t-shirts (usually Fall Out Boy) and ripped jeans, paired with a cat beanie, and some (silver) jewelry. Other days I could wear nothing but pastels and pink, paired with lots of sanrio and hello kitty accessories.
• Anything else you can think of: Appearance wise I wear glasses, have green eyes, blonde hair thats a little past shoulder length, and I’m 5’2.
(I’ll have your matchups posted within the next day!!)
Hello~! I’m so excited to do their matchup trade with you. I hope you enjoy your matchups~
Your Mystic Messenger Matchup is…Saeyoung~
I think this man would love you to bits~!
He would be SO flustered when he meets you, but tries to play it off by cracking jocks. But we know this man will eventually FOLD hard lol.
Seven is your #1 hype man, constant praises and compliments every single minute of every day lmaooo. This sweet boy just wants you to know how much he loves you!
Absolutely LOVES your Hello Kitty/cat accessories! He will ask you from time to time if he can wear some of your accessories and will give some fashion advice here and there.
Playful banter all day long…this man is not holding back! Sometimes Yoosung will watch you two banter and tease back and forth as a form of entertainment lol.
He’d also be the type of person to ask if he can try on your glasses lmao and have you try his on just for the fun of it.
We all know Seven likes to invent gifts and let me tell you this boy has a few ideas up his sleeve! He wants you to use his gifts as mementoes of his love for you.
I believe Saeyoung would love how much of a good listener you are. He has gone through SO much and appreciates being able to confine in you when he gets flashbacks from his past. You are his safe place~ 💜.
Your Matchup in Stardew Valley is…Abigail~
I was debating between Leah and Abigail, but ultimately chose Abigail! I just think you two would mesh really well~
You caught Abigail’s eyes the first time you walked into The Stardrop Saloon. She’d be absolutely fascinated by your piercing and would ask you so many questions about them lol.
She’s also the one to try to hide her feelings and might get annoyed when Sam or Sebastian tease her about it. But she’ll build up the courage to ask you out on a date!
This girl does not mind your ramblings at all and actually finds this trait of yours quite charming! She’ll ask you what your writing or journaling and will watch you with a gentle gaze as you get lost in your ramblings~
She can be a bit of a spit fire, but I think that’s something you can handle pretty well. I mean you’re not afraid to fire back when Abigail gets a bit sassy…all in good fun though!
You’ll be the type of couple who share each other’s clothes lmao. I think you’d be the one to get her hooked onto listening to Fall out Boy…so expect someone your band shirts “mysteriously” disappear.
I think you’d be the mom of the friend group with Sam and Sebastian. Sam is a bit of a dumb-ass and would appreciate someone to watch out for him lol. And Sebastian also needs a listening ear when he feels troubled by what he’s been dealing with at home. Abigail just appreciates how kind-hearted you are with her friends as well as with her.
I think Abigail would love your more outgoing side. I can see her trying to get caught up in some of her adventures like going to the mines, for example. She’d also would love to lay in bed, snuggled up with you and listen to your writings at the end of the day.
I hope you enjoyed doing this trade as much as I have! I hope you have a good day/night~! 🥰
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