#i would be a little mouse and my bed would be the spoon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

samkerrworshipper · 6 months

Text

lost cause | leah williamson x reader

it’s a little blurb for my hurt girlies

warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts n discussions.

“Would you let me die?”

You looked deep into Leah’s eyes, the both of you trying your very hardest to fight back tears as her eyes shot open towards you. She flipped you over in your shared bed, switching you from your position as her little spoon so you were face to face with her.

“What?”

Leah’s words were laced with sleepiness, her body had been mere seconds away from sleep but your words had stopped her exhaustive haze, her eyes blinking furiously as they adjusted to the lack of light in the room, trying to gauge your facial expression.

“Would you let me die?”

Your words were murmured into the room, quiet that Leah was sure she stood a higher chance of hearing a mouse running across the floorboards then your words.

“What are you talking about?”

Leah’s voice waivered, trying to figure out exactly what you werte referring to.

“Would you?”

The conversation had been on your mind for days, the thoughts that had been humming steadily in your brain finally coming to surface in the moment.

“No shit I wouldn’t.”

Leah’s voice was as strong as it could be, her Milton Keynes accent coming on strong as she tried to decipher what exactly was playing in you brain at 3am in the morning that had led you to this point.

“Could you?”

Once again Leah struggled to understand the words and meaning of what you were saying. You’d had a impossible month, becoming the fifth arsenal player to be plagued with the acl disease. You’d had surgery two months ago, and revelry wise you were doing great, mentally you were struggling more than you ever had. Leah was working on it with you, trying her very hardest to keep you happy, to keep you alive. It was hard, there were days where you refused to leave bed, days where she found scars on your wrists that made her feel sick for not being there for you how she had to be.

“I just told you no.”

Leah’s voice held strong in the room, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the two of you breathing. It had been a rough night to some extent, you were being weaned off the pain meds and it sucked, Leah was trying her hardest but she wasn’t a doctor, nor instant pain relief.

“What if I asked you to?”

Your words hung heavy in the space between you, like a weighted medicine ball falling directly between you on the bed.

It had been a thoguht that had been at the forefront of your brain for weeks, but for you, it felt like an obligation to talk to Leah about it, to prepare her for something that was very quickly beginning to feel inevitable to you.

“Why would you ask me that?l

Leah’s hand managed to travel its way down to your stomach, her fingers clutching onto your sharp stomach muscles, the lines were strong and deft, a map across your torso.

“Do you love me enough to just let me die?”

Leah looked directly into your eyes. Did she love you to death? Did she love you to your grave? It was a question that hurt Leah from the inside out. Was it selfish of her to say no, to say that it was stupid of you to leave her for the rest of her life, when you’d promised her forever.

“I know it’s selfish but-.”

“That’s a fucked up thing to say.”

Leahs voice harshly cut you off, the older woman try her hardest to stay composed as she kept her eye contact with you, it was the only glimpse she had into your thoughts, what exactly you were feeling in this moment.

“I know and I’m sorry Lee, but I had to ask.”

Leah shook her head, no you didn’t. There was a billion worlds where you never should have had to ask, to ask permission to live, to ask permission from her about whether or not she loved you enough to let you go.

“Do you want to die?”

Leah’s words struck a deep frown onto your face, like it had been plastered on with sticky tape and glue. It looked wrong on your face, nights like these were normally spent with you being the happiest you ever were, cuddled up in the arms thay you loved more than anything in the world.

“Are you planning on dying, could you?”

There was no illness, no surgery, no life threatening circumstance that could lead to the end of your life, so it was either planned or paranoia and Leah was leaning to believe it was the first one.

“Could I die?”

Her words twisted around in your brain, your heart racing furiously against Leah’s Arsenal hoodie as you tried to digest what she was saying to you, it wasn’t a meal that was agreeing with your stomach, you could feel the word vomit rising already.

“Could you love me enough to live for me?”

The rephrasing of her words made you feel even sicker, like the nausea you got after eating lactose when you definitely were not supposed to.

“You know I love you Leah.”

Leah’s brow furrowed, because yes, she knew you loved her, you reminded her at least once a day. But what about loving her made you want to die, enough to seek permission.

“So could you live for me, it might be selfish, but please.”

Leah’s words invoked an i necessary amount of uncomfortable silence that spread out like a blanket across your shared bedroom, even the dogs lying at the base of your bed seemed to understand the memo, their snores silencing for a second whilst you and Leah just stared at eachother.

“Leah, I can’t do this anymore.”

She knew that, knew that more than anyone this acl injury had been hell for you. Her once energetic and happy girl had changed, into a person that was completely unrecognisable, it hurt her heart and soul, wondering if she’d ever get her girl back, or if that version of you had died out in the pitch with your injury.

“I know your struggling bunny, but I need you to do this for me, I need you to try. If you can’t keep yourself alive then I will fight every single day for you. Suicide is not the answer for you, you have too good of a life ahead for suicide to be your last chapter.”

Leah often reflected, often prayed that maybe, for whatever reason some things were just meant to be, even when they sucked. Maybe, just maybe, life wasn’t supposed to be easy for you. Maybe you were one of the rare few who could handle tough times and still come out on the other end as a loving person. Maybe it was all falling into place because you are a strong person, you are having this experience for the good of yourself. Maybe it’s gods twisted way of loving you, pushing you through the hard times so you can see the good in life. Maybe for you, this is growth, pain is becoming the new normal. Maybe just giving your all was enough, or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe Leah made up things to make her life easier.

She reached her hands up to the loose hair strands that had fallen in front of your eyes, pushing them back behind your ears so you were forced to look at her dead on.

“How bad is it bunny, is it bad enough that you can’t just try your hardest for me?”

You bit down hard on your lip, contemplating the question silently in your head as Leah awaited your response. You stayed silent for a little while, the only sign you were still alive being your eyes blinking every once a while and your chest rising steadily.

“I’ll try.”

The words were pieces, like chunks of oranges sliced up and scattered across a chopping board, and whilst Leah didn’t exactly hear them she managed to put all the pieces together in her brain.

“I love you.”

Her words came out as one big breath. To Leah, you were as important as oxygen, without you she died as well, your contagious laugh and sparkly eyes were what got her through the rough days and nights and she couldn’t even imagine what life would look like waking up without you.

“I love you more.”

Leah smiled at you gently, coaxingly, how you’d look at a injured puppy.

“You could never.”

Leah pulled your body flush against hers, her hand coming up and under your hoodie and coming to rest on top of your heart, the feeling of your organ pumping against her was pure comfort, a luxury that she allowed herself to be granted. She exhaled deeply as she felt the feeling of your blood being pumped all over your body, to your little toes and your tiny hands.

She knew life right now sucked for you, knew just how much a acl injury made you question every single part of your life, but that didn’t matter to her, what mattered was that you weee slive, and in her arms, finding solace in her gentle touches and broad body.

You intertwined your legs with hers, wrapping her warm ones around your cold ones and slowly beginning to relax against her, as your emotional revelation began to fade from your brain, your promise to Leah breaking every single thought that had been marinating in your head.

“Go to sleep bunny, I’ve got you, nobody is harming you in my arms, even yourself.”

#woso #woso community #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #i love leah williamson #golden retriever leah vibes #leah williamson is mother #leah williamson is mom #leah williamson is boyf #leah williamson imagine #leah makes me cry

453 notes · View notes

shadowspromise · 1 year

Text

More Soft, Needy Dabi 💙

☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya, who will crawl onto your lap and beg for cuddles when you’re trying to play a game on your computer.

“I don’t give a shit about your ‘pvp,’ gimme attention,” he whines, unplugging the mouse and throwing it across the room.

☆彡 Touya having a temper tantrum when you swat away his hand in public. You’re in a crowd and it would be easier to navigate separately, but he wants to hold your hand now.

“Gimme. Gimme. You’re so mean,” he complains, crossing his arms and literally pouting.

☆彡 Touya getting mad when you won’t let him lick the spoon after you bake some cookies. You don’t want him to get sick from the raw dough, but he interprets that as you being a meanie.

“Gimme the stupid spoon. Please? Pretty please? C’mon, I’ll be fine, I don’t get sick. Especially not from some stupid cookie dough,” he babbles on and on, eventually just taking the spoon and the bowl from the counter when you’re not looking.

☆彡 Touya, who is now throwing up at three in the morning because he ate raw cookie dough, is whining and begging you for sympathy while you hold back his hair while he’s “throw-uppie.”

“Is not my fault… just wann’d cookie dough… now I’m all throw-uppie…”

You sigh and pat his back while he bends over the toilet and gets all that cookie dough out of his system. You want to yell at him, but there’s something about a grown, scary man sick from eating cookie dough that’s just a little cute.

☆彡 Touya, your dear, sweet sweet Touya, who just tore open several staples on his chest because his dense ass just walked straight into a table. You have to fix him up while he swears at the table.

“Stupid fucking table… who even put it there… gonna burn it to ashes… fucking table…”

☆彡 Your boyfriend Touya, who is absolutely refusing to let you out of bed. It’s nearly the afternoon and you have things to do, but Touya has thrown his body on top of yours so you physically cannot move.

“Touya, can I get up now?” you ask. “Nope,” he responds plainly, shoving his face into your neck and falling back asleep.

☆彡 Cute, adorable Touya, who is letting you put little braids into his hair, along with some butterfly clips and a flower crown.

“Oh, you’re so cute, Touya,” you smile, kissing his forehead. “Hell fucking yes I am,” he says with a devious smirk on his face.

#touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #soft dabi #soft touya todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi #dabi x you #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #touya headcanons #touya x y/n #touya fluff #touya x reader #touya todoroki is so soft

941 notes · View notes

rogueshadeaux · 1 year

Text

Silly little Stardew Valley headcanons of mine no one asked for.

I'm back in it lol.

Shane has heterochromia iridium, though not many notice it at first. His left eye is a soft brown, while his right is a deep green. It honestly looks like a trick of the light at first - both of his eyes seem that dark green, one stuck in the shadows from his lolling head as he avoids people's eyes.

Alex is mixed. Sorry (I'm not).

Also, it's Alexandre.

Elliot doesn't use hairties. It's those little clips you use that have like. teeth. you know the ones. Leah got him one of a translucent butterfly as a joke and uh...it now sits at the base of the potted rose on his desk for when he writes.

Mayor Lewis is only mayor because no one's bucked up to run. The people would unanimously vote for the Rusty Spoon you regularly find on your farm if it was on the ballot.

It was Shane's little sister that died and lead to him being Jas' guardian. Jas looks too much like her, and it causes so much pain for Shane.

Also Shane's little sister is Mona, the only headstone you can read in the graveyard.

You know how you can look in Jas' room and her dollhouse is quoted as: "The little family is gathered around the dinner table. Wait...except Grandpa. He's shoved under the bed for some reason." Yeah I like to pretend that's an allegory. Grandpa is the boogeyman under the bed, and maybe the reason Jas is in Shane's care.

when Shane starts his sobriety journey, he finds surprising friends in...Alex and Haley? Alex and he are all about gridball - Shane was semi-pro, after all, a player in college - and Haley's blunt rebukes amuse him. She has the same style of banter as he does. You can catch them on the beach, Shane and Alex throwing around a gridball while Haley is on the side, sunbathing and making fun of them (lovingly).

Linus is a reflection of the nature magic of the Valley - like the bear or the hat mouse. It's why he and Rasmodius are close friends and regularly near each other at festivals; they're arcane users. Linus more so lives in it as an equal rather than a wielder.

This isn't a headcanon but why the fuck doesn't stardew valley have a school. I bet none of these fuckers know what a hypotenuse is.

ELLIOT IS A MERPERSON. You know how Ariel runs away from home for the trinkets of the land? That but storytelling. I am not original in this one but I KNOW it's true. I feel it in my junimos.

Abigail isn't Rasmodius' child. Emily is.

Penny and Sebastian are exes, but in like, a middle school way. I am not elaborating.

Granny and the player's grandfather were childhood friends.

George is a war veteran.

The Travelling Cart transports refugees. It's why they go to the Gotoro Empire to begin with.

George knew his way around mines, and was quite the adventurer. He, Marlon and Gil know each other. Well.

Sam just has one of those personalities where he’s only two degrees away from being a friend to EVERYONE in town. Gets Shane to crack up in the Joja Mart break room, is interested in the prose of Elliot’s writing (he’s a writer himself, after all - songs are just poems). He’s like a dog, everyone just gravitates towards him.

#stardew valley #sdv abigail #sdv alex #sdv penny #sdv haley #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv #sdv headcanons #“haha little silly headcanons!” *proceeds to traumatize shane*

246 notes · View notes

aayo-whatt · 1 year

Text

~got bored so i put the winchester gays and their angel "buddies" in an incorrect quotes generator~

PART TWO BESTIES

Adam, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Dean: You're kinda ugly.

Cas: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a. Michael: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory. Gabe: Fuck you.

Sam: Oh my Gabe. Dean: Don't you mean 'oh my god'? Sam: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

HELLO- IM DYING RN-

Michael: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. Dean: Heck. Michael: You're on thin fucking ice. Michael: Oh no-

Michael: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Gabe: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Michael: What's my sexuality?! I don't fucking know! I'm not straight, and that's all that matters. Well, maybe that's unfair to the straights. Some of my best friends are straight! Well, one of them. Well, I know them, and Dean is perfectly tolerable person in small doses!

Cas: Dean, you're an asshole, man. Dean: You are what you eat Cas.

CACKLING SOBBING ON THE FLOOR DYING OH MY CHUCK-

Michael: A mouse! Dean, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you. Gabe, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal! Adam, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy. Cas, gasping: It's Ratatouille! Sam: His name is Remi, dummy. Michael: I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

Michael: *standing at the top of the stairs* What are y'all doing at the bottom of the staircase? Cas: I accidentally fell down. Gabe: DEAN PUSHED ME down the stairs because I refuse to pay THEIR part of our rent! Sam: Cas bet me fifty bucks that I couldn't reach the bottom of the stairs faster than they did falling down it, so I slide down the banister to get my money. Adam: I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was sleeping in my bed, three floors up, and then suddenly I was waking up here, just in time to get crushed by Sam.

Michael: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Cas: We're chopsticks! Michael: Well... that's cute! Michael: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Dean: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Dean: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Sam: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

*Dean dies in a game with ships* Cas: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Cas: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Gabe: Legend has it that Dean still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Dean: Of course I do.

Adam with a gun to Sam's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven? Sam: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

Cas: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! Michael: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? Cas: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. Adam, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- Gabe: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. Dean: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah... Sam: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- Adam: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference. Michael: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference? Cas: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

Dean: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

Cas: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.

Gabe: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul! Sam: Why is Michael's a monster? Michael: Gabe, you forgot Sam's! Its only an empty space! Gabe, proudly: Exactly

THE THING ABOUT SAM'S SOUL IS CANON OMGKBVERIUERKJ-

Sam: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? Gabe: What did you just say- Sam: Foetons! *Laughs* Gabe: Wh-what?

that is a terrible joke i love it

Dean: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey! Cas: But I'm a vegan. Dean: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

Gabe: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Cas: Your life? Gabe: I- well yes, but-

Gabe: And here we see Dean and Sam in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Dean: Gaelic bread. Sam: Grueling brad. Dean: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

*when sam has no soul*

Dean: Sam, you need to react when people cry! Sam: I did. I rolled my eyes.

PART 1 PART 3

#spn #spn incorrect quotes #supernatural #supernatural incorrect quotes #dean #castiel #destiel #sam #gabriel #sabriel #adam #michael #midam

211 notes · View notes

siberat · 4 months

Text

Mukbang part 6

“So, how about we give these pancakes a try? *Grins* As I said prior, this treat is what I am most excited to try! I found this recipe online and was excited to try it for this event. Cinnamon Pancakes! These were fun to make; I loved watching them change color on the frying pan and fluff up! *Licks lips* I cannot wait to sink my teeth into these!

*Takes a bite, face lights up* Wow. That cinnabar is potent! But it’s so tasty and goes well with the fluffy and buttery taste of the breakfast cake. And this syrup? So sweet and warm! Perfect combination, if you ask me!

And it looks like a topic of conversation just pinged. *Reads text* Oh, this is definitely on point. But it's a tricky question for sure. *Looks at camera* Why do you all make me suffer so? Just listen to what this ‘Nonny asked. If you had to choose to only ever eat lunch, breakfast, or dinner for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

*Clearly throat* First, I am going to have to have a little chat with you. I don’t usually get angry, and I am trying to hold back the inner beast here. But listen. *Face goes stern as a finger is wagged at the camera* You forgot a meal. Dessert. How could you? You cannot forget about cannolis, cakes, ice cream, and pies! *Busts into laughter* I’m just playing; I am not mad. Though there really should be that fourth choice, however, that would not be the healthiest choice.

Hmmmmm *Face deep in thought* I suppose I couldn’t pick brunch? I think that would be considered cheating. * Takes another bite of pancake* This is tough. I simply adore breakfasts; they seem the most comforting and wholesome. And nothing beats chowing down on such rich and sweet foods first thing in the morning. Well, after my morning yoga and prayers.

But my absolute favorite meal would have to be supper. To me, it’s the most filling. I love Cyber/tonian sushi, noodles with all the fixings like a sunny-side-up egg, fresh veggies, and meat. *A dreamy look appears on face* Even some of Rat/chet’s favorites are up there, believe it or not. Greasy burgers and fries, lasagna, fried cyberchicken. *Giggles* Yes, I ate plenty of the food tonight. But another reason I enjoy suppers is that Rat/chet and I usually eat these meals together. Yes, our suppers are later in the evenings, but my mech loves coming home to a fresh, home-cooked meal on the table. *Pouts* if he runs late, sometimes I have to microwave them. *Gives a sweet smile, then devours the rest of the pancakes* But we always enjoy the time spent together!

Now it’s time to move on to another dish and another ask. What shall I try next, hmmm? *Bites lip while looking over the table* Ooooo, I know. This pudding. Doesn’t it look so yummy? It has a layer of crunchies on top of some thick whipped cream, then two flavors of pudding: amber and bronzite. And the very bottom is a moist bed of hematite cake. *Grabs a spoon and takes a bite* This is so rich and creamy!

Alright, the next question comes from Auto/bot Jerry. This is one crazy robo-mouse! Let’s see what’s on his mind. ‘Dri/ft, it’s Jerry! I always wondered how you’re able to eat so much and never get full, even from getting so huge. Speaking of, mind if I rest inside your flabs while you eat? Please? I haven’t bothered Rat/chet today, I promise!’

*Raises brow* Well, I am glad you haven’t pestered Rat/chet today, but I am banking on you saving that for another day. *Sighs* I’ll find out when you do; my lover always comes back in an extra grumpy mood when you do tease. *Eats more pudding*

How can I eat so much? Well, that’s simple. This food is just so flavorful and, dare I say, addictive. Each mouthful tastes like another! And before you know it, your dish is finished, and you are ready for another one. *Smiles and laughs* Now, about never getting full…. Well, that’s not quite the truth. Trust me, I am feeling it right now. *Rubs his grumbling belly* The dull aches are turning into a steady pain that’s radiating all over my belly. Do you hear my belly crying angrily? *Huffs out air* I just hope I can finish! *Gobbles up more pudding, licking some from his lips* My golly, I sure did get huge…Just look out how thick my thighs became and how my belly takes much of my lap!

But I am onto the best part of this treat. *Shows camera* I have reached the cake layer! *Scoops cake and pudding into mouth* Now, as for resting in my flab rolls…. Oh, I bet it would be so warm and cozy for sure! Perfect place to take a nap. Sadly, I am gonna have to decline, though. I am simply too stuffed to house a little robomouse between these rolls. I don’t think there’s enough room! Plus, my belly is all achy and quivery as is without you squirming around. You’ll have to take a rain check for another time. *Polishes off the pudding*

Well, that sure was scrumptious! And eating one sweet tastes like another. How about this Alti/hex roll? I just love this earthy-red brown shell and pink cream rolled in such a pretty little coil. And the confectionary copper flakes look ever so pretty. *Picks up the dish and shows camera* Now, this usually serves four. And I know I should save some for my conj/unx…All I can promise is to try! * Takes a huge bite, optics light up*

Hmmmmmmmm. Very tasty! The cake is light and fluffy, yet the cream filling is thick and sweet. Such a perfect combination! *A ping is heard* We have another ask from a viewer. This one comes from Soup. Oh, that is a lovely name…. soup is such a comforting food to eat on cold winter nights! But Soup wants to know my record for the most I have ever eaten in one sitting. *Raises brows*

Not to sound lame, but I think this time. I know I came close some other times, but if I finish all these plates of food, this one will take the cake. * Chuckles, eating another large slice of rolled cake* I rarely go overboard like this, to be honest. While it feels ever so lovely and cozy to be soft and squishy like this… *Kneads at pliable belly flab* …The next few days are going to be restrictive. Sure, I can walk still…*Optics dart back and forth* Well, at least I hope so. Waddling would be more like it! *Nervously chuckles, takes another bite*

But it’s challenging. Plus, the extra weight gets tiresome lugging around and you get out of breath so quickly. I ensure I have a few days off after eating so much. *Shrugs* You know time off doesn’t come around often.

Needless to say, I cannot overindulge myself to this extent that much.

This kind of ties into another question I just received from Hoot. ‘Has your weight gain been distracting to yourself or other crew mates?’ *Tilts his helm as the last of the cake roll is consumed* Yes, it has distracted other crew members, and sadly, some of it wasn’t very nice. When I get this huge, I usually don’t go strolling out and about. Thankfully, no emergencies ever popped up that needed my presence. I typically make sure some other high-ranking officer is available.

But I have gone out and about with more of a starter belly. Most mech’s didn’t really care. *Optics glance over remaining dishes, widening upon spotting the next dish, a cinnamon bun* There would be some glances at my spare tire, and some would try to poke. *Bites lip* I don’t mind if Rat/chet pokes at me, but I do not like to be touched by other mechs. I know it wasn’t meant in jest, but it makes me uncomfortable. *Sighs*

But let me interrupt by showing off this little gem. Just look at all this thick icing on top of this cinnamon bun! This is going to be such a sugary snack! And it’s going to go right to my hips.

*Takes a bite* Hmmmmmmm… Very fresh, buttery taste. And the icing? Very delightful! *Smacks lips* But to continue on what I was saying. Who would think it’s alright to just walk up to someone and touch them? Does anyone else find that invasive? I’m not talking about a clap on the back or touching my arm… poking a tummy is…a bit private, I think. *Takes another bite* Some people get too handsy if you ask me.

But I noticed some turned heads as I wonder about. Some linger long enough to make me question if they like what they see. *Winks*

But then some laugh and make fun. Wh/irl was the worst. I mean, okay, I can overlook the staring at my paunch, but the calling out was embarrassing. I was at Swe/rves, and he shouted insults about my weight and appearance across the whole bar. He hollered stuff like fat pig, heifer, what a lumpy sack of slag. *Cheeks redden* And to hear the laughter erupt from other bar patrons? It was just too much! Trust me, I have been called worse but turned right around and left. *Takes another large bite of the baked good*

They act as if chub is the most disgusting thing in the world. Like it’s some kind of disease that if you get too close, you’ll catch it. *Shakes helm* They need to learn more about contagious diseases. And understand that just because someone sports a belly, they still deserve to be treated with respect. We’re not cyber/animals, after all. *Finishes off cinnamon bun*

However, I do not wish to dwell on the bad times. Now, Have I ever distracted myself? Never during anything super important. I am good at staying focused on the tasks at hand. However, during…um... *Sheepishly smiles* I sure hope he’s not watching! But during Ult/ra Mag/nus’ long, rambling speeches, I caught myself idly groping belly flab. It just helps pass the time during the boring- I mean informative speeches. *Smiles* Really, Ult/ra Mag/nus makes several good and wise points… he just tends to get into so much detail over everything. Before you know it, you just listened to how important it is to use matching paperclips or something like that. *Shakes helm* He means well, I can tell you that.

This has been ever so fun tonight. I sure am enjoying myself so far. How about my lovely viewers? Are you having a good time? I sure hope so! It sure has been fun sharing a meal together and getting to know each other! And I am almost finished, though, definitely going to struggle to finish! Please send good, encouraging thoughts!

… ……

Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dri/ft, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another T/F character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear swordsmech can handle all that food infront of him!

#chubformers #siberatart #mukbang #chubby belly

11 notes · View notes

ikeromantic · 1 year

Note

Since I'm stuck in bed with covid...could I request some ikesen Motonari fluff of him taking care of a sick MC? Pretty please.

I hope you are feeling much better now! Here is some soft Motonari taking care of his Ava. Approx. 1200 words

Motonari was awake and out of the cabin before Ava as usual. The sun wasn’t even up yet and the last of the stars still glittered above the ocean to their west. He gave orders, checked their stores and supplies, and checked on the state of his crew and ship. Then he sat on the railing to watch the sun rise over the water.

The light washed the sea in gold and turned the sky a rosy hue. Ripples sparkled in expanding circles from unseen creatures swimming just beneath the surface. A high wind creaked in the upper reaches of the boat’s sails. This, he thought, was peace and freedom. And he could finally, truly appreciate it. Because of Ava.

He imagined her still nestled in their sheets and smiled. He was off the railing and headed back to his quarters before his mind caught up with his body. Motonari slipped into the room, quiet as a mouse in the larder.

Ava was right where he left her, tangled in the sheets, her hair fanned out on the pillow, one foot sticking out from the bottom of the blanket. It was only when he leaned down to kiss her that he realized something was wrong. Her forehead was hot to the touch, and her lips were pressed together in a firm little frown instead of her usual care-free smile.

She made a little noise and her eyes opened, blinking and bleary. “Moto . . . nari?” Ava started to sit up and then laid back down.

“Are you alright?” Motonari’s voice was harsh, the gruffness hiding the cold fear that suddenly gripped at his heart.

“Just dizzy.” She rubbed at her face. “And my head hurts.” Her voice was more nasal than normal, he noticed. “I think I have a head-cold,” she added reluctantly.

He nodded as if this made perfect sense. Ava didn’t seem worried but he still felt a tightness in his chest. “I’ve got just the thing,” he told her. Though he wasn’t sure what ‘the thing’ was exactly. Only that he would do whatever it took to make her feel better again.

Motonari kissed her forehead again and then walked over to his cabin kitchen. He started with some tea. Tea always made him feel better. And then he made her a fish soup with ginger broth. And rice with pickled radish.

“That’s . . . a lot of food,” she eyed the tray as he walked over.

“Got to keep up your strength. Feed a cold.” He grinned. “Keep them flowers in yer head growing.”

Ava pouted. “I don’t have flowers in my head!”

“Yer sure?” He leaned down to peer into her ear. “Looks like flowers to me . . .”

She started to laugh and then sneezed. Twice.

Motonari waited until she settled again and then held her tea cup out to her. She tried to take it but he didn’t let go. “You just lay back and let yer favorite sailor take care of you.”

“I’m pretty sure I can hold my own tea. It’s only a head cold.”

“Mhmm.” Motonari held the cup closer to her lips, one eyebrow raised.

Ava sighed. “Fine. Just don’t spill on me, ok?”

He carefully tipped the cup as she set her lips at the edge. Slowly, slowly . . . his whole body tensed as he watched her face for signs that she had enough. He held his breath until the moment came and he took the cup away. He felt quite proud of himself. Not a drop spilled, even on the slightly rocking ship. “Hungry?”

“Not really. Maybe a little?”

Motonari got a spoonful of the soup. “Open wide, princess.” He thought she might refuse but she went along with it, from the first bite until the spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. “Got some pickled radish for you.” He lifted a bit of radish and rice.

Ava shook her head. “No. I don’t think I can manage another bite.” At his crestfallen expression, she added, “Maybe a little later?”

“Alright.” He put up the food and cleaned up his cooking space. When he turned around to see if she’d like some water or more tea, Ava was fast asleep. Motonari wanted to sit down here with her so that he’d be right to hand if she needed something. But he should be on deck. He stroked her hair, feeling the soft strands catch on his calloused palms.

It was still a wonder to him how such a lovely creature could have fallen for him. He felt sure he would wake up one day from this dream and find that Ava was only a fantasy. A life he imagined with a woman too good for a scoundrel like himself. But here she was, in his bed. As real to the touch as the ship beneath his feet.

He crept out of the room as quiet as he could. The crew were all working, even without him. Experienced sailors that needed only a bit of discipline and direction. He caught a few giving him a wink and a smile. “What’re you lookin’ at? Got something in your eye?”

They quickly turned back to their tasks, grinning. Motonari wondered if they all had flowers on the brain.

The next few hours were smooth sailing as they made their way to the river mouth. Things would be trickier headed up the river but the best deals were further up from the coast. Every hour or so, he would pop down to check on his beloved. Adjusting her pillows, fixing her blankets, getting her water or tea.

Every time he saw her, he felt reassured that she would be alright. Especially when, a little before sunset, she cracked a smile and asked, “What are you cooking for dinner, Nurse Motonari? Please tell me there’s no jello.”

He looked at her, his expression all grim-like and very pirate-captainical. “Jello is all we’ll be having until you’re well, ya flower-head.”

Ava tried to pout but ended up laughing. “I better get well soon then. I hate jello . . .”

Motonari kissed her cheek, and then at her request, wrapped her up in her warmest blanket and carried her up to the deck to watch the sunset. A couple of sailors whistled or whooped at them, glad to see the lady up and around. Ava handled it well, with a wave and a smile. She was used to their enthusiasm by now.

“Ya can only be out here for a little while. The night air’s not good for illness.” He hugged her tight to his chest, reminding her that she wasn’t all better yet.

“I know. I just wanted to be out of the room for a little bit.” She snuggled, laying her head on his shoulder.

He held her like that until the last golden edge of the sun dipped below the waves on the horizon and the first stars glimmered on the eastern edge of the sky. “It’s too bad yer still sick,” Motonari whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “This is the perfect moment ta kiss ya, and take ya to bed for a proper loving.”

Her cheeks flushed and she wriggled a bit in his arms. “I’m actually . . . feeling a lot better!”

Motonari chuckled. “Heh. Well, I dunno about that. Still feel a little peaky to me.”

“I’m not!” She protested the whole way back to his cabin. But she didn’t mind a bit when he just snuggled into bed beside her and pillowed her head on his chest. Motonari kissed her hair and held her close until she fell into a restful sleep, which he soon followed her into.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen motonari #motonari mouri #oc tag #otome guys #otome #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

44 notes · View notes

charliesimss · 1 year

Note

ALL OF THEM FOR MISSY.

Gotta whip out the mouse anD laptop for these ones

Mason&Issy

1. Who sleeps on the left and right side of the bed? Issy sleeps on the left, Mason on the right because the right is closer to the bathroom door in case someone breaks in and kills them.

2. Who does most of the cooking? They don't cook their poor children will starve. Probably Mason, but Issy makes the tea now because it's all she can make confidently. Maybe they'll both get better at following recipes soon.

3. Who’s the little and big spoon? MASON is little. Change my mind.

4. Who says creepy paper and who says crepe paper? Wtf is creepy paper?

5. Who screams and who kills the spider? Issy screams, Steve kills the spiders, but Mason seems like the take outside type instead.

6. Who’s the sun and who’s the moon? Issy's sunny, Masons moon cause it's very witchy vibes of him.

7. How do they share chores? They'd probably both just do whatever needs doing, they're adults so they'd want their house clean and if they have free time and energy they'd do the necessary chores. But I feel like they'd tackle hard chores like laundry and dishes together, like Issy would put away while Mason washes, Mason would carry the laundry and put it on but Issy would organize the loads and fold them.

8. What are their cooking habits? Who cooks meals and who “cooks” insta-ramen? Mason looks like he can cook real meals and Issy can barely boil water to make instant ramen. She can make oatmeal in the microwave tho.

9. How do they handle arguments? What do they argue about? They literally sulk away from each other and cry but then cuddle and make up.

10. What are their love languages? Issy does words, and makes him crafts like cards and stuff on her cricut, and Mason probably is more physically affectionate.

11. Who says marco and who says polo? They've never played this game before but mason being a lifeguard would probably say polo and be out of the pool like a cheater saying it.

12. Who says “party rockers” and who says “party rock is”? I didn't know this was a THING. Mason says BOTH issy probably doesn't know the words.

13. What’s their age and height difference? Ah lemme refer to the chart, 2 years, and 1.5 ft 😌

14. How does their personal styles differ? Do they share clothes? Fashionably they're quite different, issy is all pink and cozy, and Mason is all crop tops and black and punky, but Issy might wear some of his plain t-shirts as dresses of his crop tops as regular tops.

15. How do their past relationships (or lack thereof) affect their current relationship? Issy doesn't really have any solid boyfriends to compare him to but she does have an abusive dad :crygun: and that's affected her by making her apologetic all the time and not feeling worthy of love :)) thanks duncan ♡

16. Who takes charge during grocery trips? Who picks out all the silly snacks and munchies? I think Mason gets snacky during grocery trips but Issy eats before she goes because her dads taught her to not go grocery shopping while hungry.

17. Who made the first move? What was it? Mason did and he asked her out for valentine's day.

18. What’s a typical date night for them? Do they go out or stay in? They'd go out to a fancy restaurant probably that Mason picks cause he knows them, and Issy would compare it to olive garden.

19. Do they engage in PDA? If so, what kind? Casual kisses probably

20. Do they want kids? If so, who initiated the question about having them? YEs, and I think they just started talking about it even before they were dating because they both like kids and have always wanted lots so it just came up in casual conversation.

21. Who drives and who’s the passenger princess? Mason drives like Linc in ntwyw, and Issy sits because she gets into about 3 car crashes a day.

22. What do they bring out in each other? Mason brings out her determined side, not so much spiteful, but determined to be better and be organized to better the both of them. And Issy brings out his self consciousness and makes him want to better himself.

23. Who’s messier? How does the other react? I feel like by male default it's Mason. Issy tries to be very organized like asmr tiktokers. And she'd just clean up for him and organize his drawers with little compartments so he'd always be able to see things and find everything he needs. 😌

24. What’s their song? This one or this one 🥺

25. Who said I love you first? How did it go? I wish very badly that i remembered this :)))

26. Who asked out who first? Mason asked her out fist

27. Who takes the most photos of the other? What are the photos like? Issy takes candids of him all the time, probably blurry and mid sentence of him, because he's always moving or talking

28. How would they describe each other? Issy would describe him as protective, smart, and creative. He would describe her as sunshine :lotslove:

29. What’s their go-to takeout order and movie night combo? It's the Mummy (1999) or Prince of Egypt (1998) because he got Issy into brandon fraser movies after saying he was his bi awakening, and because of the songs in prince of egypt. And idk they seem like sushi people. Low carbs and all that.

30. What are their nicknames for each other? (If any) Issy makes nicknames like it's her JOB. She nicknames him like I nickname Henry. She calls him Mase, Masey, Maseroni, beepers. And I guess she'd throw in a cute basic one like babe. And he calls her a stor (?), and my love.

31. What’s their first dance song? (If they have one) Boop 32. How are they intimate with each other in a nonsexual way? Holding hands :) they are children of god after all

33. What do their families think of their partner? Issy's dads really like him and his dads and they all hang out together like gay dads do (how did you meet each other? ""uhm we're all gay""?) And Mason's fam treats issy so nice, like royalty, she's shocked how Gen treats her and buys her things and cooks for her and stuff, more than Gemma ever did 🤗

34. What couple from another media reminds you of them? Violet and Linc from not the witch you wed!!!!

35. What are their favorite couple activities for each season? I think they'd like Winter a lot and go skiing, and in the summer they'd go swimming a lot.

36. Who wakes up and falls asleep first? Issy does both. Mason doesn't have healthy sleeping habits :/

37. Who initiated the first kiss? What was it like? Mason probably and it was when they were drinking hot chocolate actually that's as much as i recall

38. What do they love most about each other? Issy loves how family oriented he is and how passionate he is about things he likes.

39. Who worries and who calms? They both be worrying so much they got some type of complex anxiety i swear. Gen fucking calms them both. :notlikethis:

40. Do they have any jealous tendencies over each other? Issy is the one to get sad before she'd get jealous, but she hasn't had a reason to be jealous.

41. Who is the most physically affectionate? he is

42. Do you have a playlist for them? Gimme?????? Sometimes I add issy songs to his playlist that u literally made. 💀

43. Which one of them did you make first? Good question. I made issy in like 2018? But idk when Mason was made in game

44. How long have you been playing with them (or making edits with, etc.) Hmmm since Last February!!! "hey babe happy one year. I'm 27."

45. How long have they known each other? What age did they meet? They've known each other for uhm 3 years this month I think, and were 18 and 20 when they met I think.

46. Who takes longer to get ready? Depends where they're going but probably Issy if she's doing her makeup, if not it could be either one. Mason looks like he takes long to get ready, his hair alone.

47. How did they meet? Working at diamond peaks 🥺

48. What is something they have given the other that has a lot of meaning? A baby

49. Who’s more of the “protector” in the relationship? probably mason by instinct because the world hasn't been nice to issy

50. What is their dynamic playing board games and video games? (versus each other and/or on the same team) Mason gets competitive if he's playing with other family members, and Issy is like "I'm just happy to be here :-)"

#joint ship #missy #oc issy #make my day #<3 <3 <3 #simmingbeauty

6 notes · View notes

justatinybunwriting · 1 year

Text

Slice

Prompt 21 from this list!

Synopsis: Jac is set on getting a piece of the pie, quite literally. Little did she know, a certain Wile giant would catch her in the act.

Mild cw for some snackish teasing

Jac's eyes glistened as she beheld a marvelous sight. Her mind was in a wistful, dream-like state and her mouth watered after breathing in its freshly baked scent. A pumpkin pie fit for several giants sat atop the window sill. Steam swirled over its hot, flaky crust, which hinted that it had been brought straight out from the oven. If it were a dream, Jac would have been floating in midair as if she were pulled by its soft, hypnotic spell. Jac's mind was made up- she was cooking up a nefarious strategy, one that would involve extra cunning to pull off successfully.

After several attempts, Jac had managed to throw a bed sheet over a chair that was conveniently placed near the window. After she lowered the other end of the sheet rope by tying it around a weighted anchor, the little daredevil then proceeded to climb up the wobbly path, making sure to maintain a firm grip during her ascent. After she had gotten onto the seat, she climbed the rest of the way up via the handle and hopped squarely on the sill with a shaky landing. Her prize was within her sights, and the only thing left for her to do was feast. And with that, she made quick work of it.

It wasn't long however, before she heard a sudden creek from the door. With her mouth still filled with pumpkin pie, Jac slowly turned her head around. She was expecting Bo to check in on her and possibly give her a lecture about eating the sweet pastry when he asked her specifically not to until it cooled. Instead, someone else had walked in, and upon realizing who it was, this caused the tiny human to swallow hastily in panic.

"Well well well, what do we have here..?" Richard spoke in a sing song manner, no doubt amused by this scene. He scanned the hand prints that had been scattered all over the pastry, as well as the small crater that Jac had already chewed off of.

"A mouse!" He teased, "What a surprise."

"Richard!" Jac yelped slightly, "I wasn't expecting you to come over today!" Tried as she might, she wasn't able to hide her nervous laughter. "Where's Bo?"

"I dunno! He wasn't in here when I came in, so he must have gone out for some reason."

"Oh..." Jac replied disappointingly.

She had felt it in her bones and in the soft, slow tone of Richard's voice- the Wile giant was getting hungry, but it wasn't the pie he was after.

"Jac, you seem to be stuck! Let me help you out.." He spoke darkly with a gentle, yet just as grim smile.

Jac gulped. "I, think I'm good."

"No you're not!"

"...Why's that?"

"I feel like you're missing something..."

Without further warning, Richard made a quick-draw of a can of whipped cream that he had pulled from the counter just a moment before. Jac was given no time to react as she was sprayed head to shoe along with a quarter of the pumpkin treat that she was standing on top of.

With the tiny human secured in place for the time being, Richard gathered a safety knife and began to carve a slice for himself, the one of course with his sweet cherry on board. As the Wile giant carried his plate over to the dining table, Jac tried all she could to persuade him to change his mind, no matter how small of a percentage that would be.

"Bo's going to come in any moment, you know that right?" Jac protested as she attempted in vain to wipe away the thick coating of white sugar.

"Don't you worry about a thing, my Cherry," Richard crooned, "I'll be sure to make it quick before he even comes back!"

With that statement, the giant had begun to scoop up the pie with his spoon bit by bit, deliberately aiming it close to Jac so that it seemed to barely miss her by mere inches. Jac wasn't amused by this act of false intimidation at first, but her grumps had soon desolved into laughter as Richard began to lick the heavy cream off of her. Whether she giggled as an involuntary reaction simply because she was ticklish, or this was due to her secretly enjoying this weird form of affection is anyone's guess. To Richard it appeared to be a bit of both, which was more than enough of an excuse to keep up with his gentle slurps.

Within the excitement, they failed to hear the heavy footsteps as they made their approach to the dining room.

"A-hem"

The two friends were startled to a halt. They immediately looked behind them with their mouths hanging agape, where they find Bo who stood near the entrance with his arms crossed. He had the look of disappointment with just a hint of seething rage within his stare. Richard stammered to put his utensils down as he simultaneously bolted from his chair. Jac had a more nuanced response, but she still couldn't hide the blush of embarrassment from her cheeks.

"Well...?" Bo said coldly.

This time Richard was the one who chuckled nervously. "Oh hi! Didn't, hear you come in!"

"Care to explain...?" Bo was looming over the smaller Wile at this point.

"Well, um, you see..." Richard gulped. "I came to check up on Jac to see if she was okay, and I found her on top of this pie. And... well, I see that she's perfectly fine! So... now that I've confirmed this I'll best be on my way! I'll see you later okay Jac? Bye!"

Richard would then ease his way past Jac's big brother before he brisk walked the rest of the way out the front door. With that out of the way, Bo faced Jac and sighed.

"Why do you let him get away with this?"

"Well, for one it's in a Wile giant's nature, and two... well..." Jac was hesitant to admit anything else but Bo had gotten the message, much to his visible displeasure.

"I'll never be able to understand.." he sighed yet again. "You're not helping this case yourself little lady, if you haven't been munching on that pumpkin pie..."

"I'm sure he would have had a different excuse," Jac said. "Well, on days when I don't feel like dealing with him, I should visit you more often, haha."

"Sounds like a plan." Bo replied with a slight smile.

#tw tongue #bun does writing #oc: jac #oc: richard #oc: bo #short blurb #jac in the beanstalk society #sfw giant

2 notes · View notes

immakuronaakuma · 1 year

Text

Random thought, but I remembered a dream I had about Riddle actually being a trans icon, and then the rest of the dream was me and him eating McDonald’s pancakes and the pancakes turned him into a tiny dormouse. Out of boredom and because I was dicking around with the chat bots on the character ai website, I decided to write a drabble about Riddle being stuck as a little dorm mouse and my Yuu-sona (who I’m calling Shrimpy-kun) takes care of him, but then I got a bit too emotional bout it… well shit. This thing probably sucks, but it was living in my head rent free.

————————————————————————

The little Riddle mouse huffed angrily and burrowed under the blanket with embarrassment. If anyone were to know about this incident, the damage done to his image would be drastic, ESPECIALLY if any of his dorm members knew. How could they ever look at him the same way if they saw him not as their strict housewarden of perfect reputation, but a cute little mouse who could barely lift a fork!? He knew they’d never let him live it down, especially if Ace came in or if Cater posted a picture on Magicam.

“Riddle-senpai~ I brought back a tart~” That instantly made his ears shoot out of the blanket, catching the other boy’s attention. He felt himself being pulled out by a hand, and was met with the familiar bundle of fluffy blue hair that covered Shrimpy’s eyes.

He wasn’t thrilled on the idea of running to him for help, he rarely talked to anyone except Grim, his social skills were that of a wet paper bag, and he was usually seen either playing his favorite JRPG on his phone or drawing in one of the million sketchbooks he’d be seen with, if anything, Shrimpy seemed more like someone who’d easily break and reveal his secret to everyone. Luckily, he didn’t tell anyone, because he thought Riddle was an actual dormouse.

The way his eyes lit up when he spotted the mouse skittering was something he wouldn’t forget, Shrimpy practically ran at him, screaming “KAWAII!!!!” at the top of his lungs, and talking about how he looked just like a tiny, fuzzy Riddle. When he got his hands on him, he assumed it probably came from Heartslabyul judging by the odd fur color, and Riddle hoped that he could be safely transported back to his dorm, perhaps given back to Trey… but instead Shrimpy decided that he’d “look after” the little dormouse until he was well enough to go back.

Despite his angry squeaks (which Shrimpy only saw as cute), he was carried back to Ramshackle all while Shrimpy talked his ear off about his day and all the things he liked. He squirmed, he squeaked, he attempted to bite, and he was only ever really scolded.

“OW! No biting!” Shrimpy quickly pulled him off his finger and pulled out a small cleaning rag from his satchel full of art supplies, in a few seconds, Riddle was all wrapped up and reduced to an angry blanket burrito. “You’re just as irritable as Riddle-senpai!”

And so, he placed the wiggling mouse on his bed and decided on naming him “Riddle-senpai”. After a few minutes, Riddle got tired and Shrimpy decided it’d be best to release him now that he had “behaved” a little. Some skittering around the bed under Shrimpy’s supervision later, and Riddle quickly felt himself getting hungry. He tried to eat some fruits that Shrimpy gave him, but it was the quick glance out the window of Trey carrying some tarts back to Heartslabyul that caught his full hunger, and Shrimpy quickly caught on and ran out the door.

So here they were now, the drawer was cleaned off to make way for the tart slice and Shrimpy’s tiny friend.

“Riddle-senpai, there you were!” He put him down on the dresser, next to the strawberry tart. Riddle jumped onto the tart and tried to take a bite out of a strawberry. He slipped in and fell into the tart.

“Riddle!” Shrimpy grabbed a spoon and dug in to free Riddle. He managed to push his head back up, covered in pieces of tart, and climbed onto the spoon, coughing and trying to wipe off the mess. Shrimpy quickly wetted a rag and helped him in removing the messy pieces.

“Are you okay, senpai?” Riddle would’ve answered if he could still talk, but his response ended up coming out in the form of a small sneeze. A moment of silence fell…

“Awwwww, so KAWAIIIII! Riddle-senpai jr., you’re just as cute as normal Riddle-senpai!” If there was one thing Riddle could be thankful for in this new form, it was that his already red fur could cover up the blush that would’ve spread across his cheek at that point.

“Want me to give you a quick wash, senpai?” Shrimpy felt the fur around his body, noticing how sticky it got from the mess. Riddle quickly shook his head and ran back to what was left of the tart, stuffing his cheeks full.

Shrimpy went to remove his school uniform, stepping out in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of sweatpants and stockings. He collapsed back down on the bed, exhausted, it took a long day of having to keep Grim out of trouble with a bribe of four cans of higher quality (and more expensive) tuna, putting up with Ace and Deuce’s constant squabbling, and having to do odd jobs around Mostro Lounge and Sam’s shop to get back all the thaumarks he spent on the tuna, but now he could just rest with his new mouse friend, who had finished the rest of the tart in record time.

He cupped a hand around his tiny body and pulled him onto his chest, Riddle squeaked in surprise.

“This is probably the closest I’ll get to ever touching the real Riddle, huh?” The dormouse just looked up at him, this was the first time he heard Shrimpy refer to him as his regular name.

“I could never be able to have this with him… straight A’s, straight hair, makes it a point to be at the top of his game, always well-groomed, almost close to Malleus-san’s level, little Mr. Perfect…” He rubbed his finger against Riddle’s head, he could make out the black color of his eyes and the dark circles that blended in on his cinnamon colored skin, it was the first time he ever actually saw his eyes under all of his curls, they looked rather nice.

“He has big things just waiting for him, he pushes himself to achieve everything… I can’t be like that…. My future is nothing…” He gripped the blanket and pulled it over Riddle’s small body.

“Come on, you can hide inside, I’ve been working on not moving around too much while I sleep, and Grim might think you’re a midnight snack if he catches you.” Riddle stared for a moment, and when he looked back, Shrimpy had made himself comfortable, out like a light.

He peeked his head down the bed, noticing a drawing hidden underneath. He climbed down and peaked. He saw pictures of different drawings stuffed inside an old, near colorless backpack. They ranged from kindergarten scribbles to middle school comics and they ended off in High school. A few small pictures were littered within the backpack, showing a young girl, two boys, and a mom and dad.

The pictures escalated, showing them growing older… and the last one held Shrimpy in the background, the once little girl now gone from the picture, almost erased complete. He noticed a container of pills hidden away in the bag, and a binder. He stared once more at the drawings, a note catching his eye. He read it, it was an apology to someone, a mother, it almost looked like Shrimpy’s handwriting

Riddle skittered back out, staring up at Shrimpy. Silence passed, and then he finally decided to run back up the bed, situating himself on Shrimpy’s cheek. He rubbed his head against his eye bags, and Shrimpy slowly smiled. Riddle smiled, if this situation blew over, he wouldn’t mind inviting him over to have tea, just to talk.

———

A few hours later, the sun blinded Riddle’s eyes, and he groaned as he rubbed his eyes open. He looked down at his hand, opening and closing it for a few seconds, and he was instantly shot awake when he realized he was human again… and completely naked.

He nearly screamed, had it not been for the sleeping boy that snored against his chest, curly hair completely askew. He turned and saw Grim was also sleeping soundly at the foot of the bed. If he could just sneak his way back out… no, no, he was pretty far from Heartslabyul, someone would end up seeing him… but the sun was just coming up, not a lot of students were active during this time of the day, not a lot of people would be there… but maybe he could use a cloaking spell just in case… wait, his pen wasn’t there, IT GOT LEFT IN HIS OTHER CLOTHES-

He froze up, feeling Shrimpy turn and pull him closer, shifting Grim around, his face turned bright red as he felt his face rubbing up against his chest.

“Mmmmngh, minion, could you stop moving around like that…? You’re gonna kick me off the be-“ His eyes were wide seeing Riddle laying right there, completely shirtless.

“… Listen, I don’t know how you got in here or why you’re naked, but I’m trying to decide between laughing at how ridiculous you look or frying you to bits for intruding…” Grim looked like he was trying to hold back his snickering.

“Don’t you even dare! I WILL collar you.” Riddle felt a little pleased seeing Grim’s frightened expression, instantly shutting up.

“Riddle-senpai… you’re so warm…” Shrimpy’s eyes cracked open and he hissed softly, instinctively burying his face into the closet object he could find.

“The light… the LIGHT… it BURNS!” He wailed dramatically. His eyes opened, realizing he didn’t remember ever having another person in his dorm room. He looked up, and saw Riddle’s rose red face.

“RIDDLE-SENPAI!” He shot back, falling off the bed and hitting the floor, the wind knocked out of him.

“Shrimpy!” Riddle grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it over himself, looking over at his fallen over caretaker. Riddle helped him back onto the bed, noticing him trying to keep his sweatshirt down at all times. They just stared at each other.

“You were the mouse, weren’t you?” He stuttered at Shrimpy’s blatant question, failing to come up with an answer.

“Did a witch curse you? Could you just do that the whole time and nobody knew? Are you a warlock who also has some kinda secret house that moves a lot on its own?” Riddle’s soul felt as though it was leaving his body at his constant questioning and staring.

“No…? I was trying to perform a transfiguration spell, and I slipped up in pronouncing it.” Shrimpy looked kinda disappointed at his simple answer.

“Oh… sorry, Riddle, I wasn’t really thinking all too much about it being you, I just thought that was my head being back up in the cloud’s again…” Shrimpy gripped his sweatshirt and looked down at his hands. He flinched feeling Riddle’s hands holding his.

“It’s okay, I suppose there’s a way for you to make it up to me.” He was put off by how calmly Riddle seemed to be taking the whole thing.

“There is…?” Shrimpy knew Riddle wasn’t all too gentle when it came to punishing those who he felt did something wrong, be it not following the rules, attempting to pick a fight with him, and… probably situations like this where someone thinks you’re cute enough to kidnap… whoops.

“In fact, you could make up for your transgressions by maybe asking one of my card soldiers for my spare uniform and joining me after school for tea?” It was Shrimpy’s turn to go completely red in the face.

“H-HUH?!” He stared at him, mouth gaping wide.

“After school, meet me at Heartslabyul’s entrance and we’ll have tea in the rose garden. Or I could have you write and read out a ten page essay on why it’s wrong to kidnap a housewarden, especially in a time of serious crisis.” Riddle’s little smirk left Shrimpy speechless.

“I think I-I’d rather take t-the tea party option.” He nervously smiled, Riddle chuckled at his little shaky smile.

“You better hurry then. I can’t prepare the party like this.” He smiled.

“O-OH, YEAH-“ Shrimpy ran quickly out of the room. ‘Riddle-senpai wants to hang out with me… Riddle-senpai wants to have a party just with ME! It’s like that one anime with the girl who goes to the fancy lady school and falls in love with some mean girl’s cousin but without the mean girl who also has an undertone of incestous behavior.’

Did Riddle like watching ‘Mahou Meow Meow’? Did he wanna see some drawings? Would he want a drawing? Does he play ‘Topsy-Turvey Wonderworld’? He almost tripped over himself and bumped into a few students, but he didn’t care anymore, this was gonna be the best day of his life, as soon as he got someone from Heartslabyul to give him Riddle’s spare clothes.

#riddle rosehearts #a dumb little drabble that i got attached to #// the fanfiction collection

2 notes · View notes

ultraviolet-ink · 2 years

Note

001-HomuMiko

RyuuSusa

Klapollo

002- Barok Van Zieks 👀

HomuMiko

when I started shipping it if I did: I'm a JohnLock bitch, and the tap dancing got to me XD

my thoughts: I would play an entire game about their adventures pre DGS, Dai Gyakuten Kenji when??? lmao

What makes me happy about them: I like to think about their adventures, are you really "bffs" if there's no homoerotic subtext? They're also my new favorite interpretation of the JohnLock dynamic pushing the Great Mouse Detective in second place lmao

What makes me sad about them: Always destined to be an ocean away, poor guys, they deserved a chance to make more adventures hence Dai Gyakuten Kenji when?

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I guess one thing that annoys me is that Yujin rarely thinks about Ayame in the first legs of his journey. I like to see conflict, especially internal conflict, I want my bi disaster dad

things I look for in fanfic: I am a GLUTTON for ACD canon, even if it's a little easter egg!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I don't think I have any other ships for them lol

My happily ever after for them: More adventures, mayhaps a Dai Gyakuten Kenji POST DGS mayhaps? (Hire me Capcom)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: I refuse to believe that Sherlock does anything other than starfishing and hogging the entire bed XD

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Tap Dancing of course, second only to Deduction <3

RyuuSusa

when I started shipping it if I did: The goodbye in 1-5 before the localization, it was such a total romcom moment, saying goodbye at the last moment! However, if I had first been exposed to the localization, the "Like a bolt of lightning" line would have gotten me hook line and sinker!

my thoughts: They make me so soft, I think they are really good partners and work together a la Sherlock and Mikotoba! I truly think that they are equals through and through!

What makes me happy about them: Going more into the equals thing, I really love how the game makes Susato extremely gifted in her own right! They both handled court with minimal preparation, but their trust in the other was what helped them make it through <3

What makes me sad about them: They never got to go on that ferris wheel ride .... haha jk unless??

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Nothing annoys me, I'm desperate for more food, and I just get excited when I see more fic with them <3

things I look for in fanfic: honestly, just them, I really like to see how everyone interprets their relationship!!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: For Ryuu: Barok as seen in this ask. As for Susato, Gina!! I love them too <3

My happily ever after for them: They get married and run their own legal consultancy <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: I feel like Ryuu is a major hugger/cuddler and I feel like he'd be the big spoon!

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Getting sweets and reminiscing over their adventures!

Klapollo

when I started shipping it if I did: When I was getting into Ace Attorney, I was looking through the tag on Tumblr and just fell in love!

my thoughts: I love their color scheme!! It's an amazing complement to the other!! I also love the way they represent the future compared to their older prodigies, they were both pawns in a game they never knew they were playing and now it's their turn to take the stage in their own right

What makes me happy about them: I love the potential they have. Since AJ never got a proper sequel, it's a big sandbox to play in for me as a fic writer to tackle my own ways to tell their stories!

What makes me sad about them: Klav gets shafted and locked in the basement >:T

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I'm not really big in the love at first sight thing, it's like they're automatically friends despite Apollo getting Kristoph in Prison the first time and Klavier kind of egging him on.... I love me some conflict lol

things I look for in fanfic: I like looking for fix it fics because of the way Klav just got dropped like a hot potato

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I wouldn't mind SimoPollo or KlavQuill, lol Simon has two hands

My happily ever after for them: After they figure out their LDR, Apollo returns to LA once Khura'in is stable and they just live their lives

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Klav is SUCH a little spoon lmao

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching bad movies and riffing on them like it's Mystery Science Theater 3000

Barok

How I feel about this character: Vampire Bitch, looking like an extra from Castlevania, leg man <3

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Ryuu and my as of yet unintroduced OC

My non-romantic OTP for this character: BenBaro, I think they're just homies! :D

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't think he's an alcoholic lmao. I know his gimmick is wine, but he almost never drinks it, he YEETS it haha. I think he'd have a pretty high tolerance, but most of the time he's just using it for the aesthetic XD

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Dai Gyakuten Kenji mayhaps? I just want to see him investigate more, especially after finding his miniature set in 2-3 XD

my OTP: BaroRyuu and my OCxCanon ship :D

my cross over ship: Barok and Therapy? lol

a headcanon fact: He's left handed (okay this is semi canon), as seen by where his sword is placed. I think he writes important documents (Stuff related to prosecuting, letters of recommendation, etc) with his right hand because Victorian sensibilities and whatnot, but he writes personal letters with his left hand. If you get a left handed letter, that means he trusts you/sees you as an indispensable person in his life Asks here!

17 notes · View notes