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Traditionally, I Love You ~ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader ***

Summary: A small, soft and very fluffy story where Katsuki falls in love with a girl from a traditional upbringing who learns about the modern life for the first time when she’s forced to get into U.A. Their relationship develops beautifully, and they take a step further, under the guidance of Katsuki, who shows her that being intimate is for pleasure and connection, not just for heir-making as she was taught. ( It’s going to be mainly female-pleasure focused, and an extremely soft Katsuki x )

Bakugou always prided himself with being the absolute best at everything, the future #1 Hero, and though he didn’t get in U.A. through recommendation like those privileged extras, he rightfully got the highest score at the entrance exam. He played it cool all the time, though even he had to admit, his enthusiasm may have gotten the best out of him at times - He wasn’t going to show his happiness though, of course not, he was above fawning over heroes and being in a hero academy - Unlike that dumbass Deku, he was so ridiculous, he couldn’t only laugh in his face. It was humiliating even knowing they were from the same class, let alone that he considered him a ‘friend’. Ha! As if Bakugou would befriend a Quirkless nobody like him.

Still, after a few weeks in U.A., on one morning when Aizawa was supposed to come over for homeroom time and say his good mornings, he brought over a girl around their age. She was dressed in a traditional outfit, and her hair, too, was long, worn and pinned with a pretty flower accessory, and her make up was white, with a little bit of red around her eyes, highlighting an almost cat-like look. She looked like a traditional porcelain doll. Bakugou didn’t even want to look at her - Too soft, he thought. Why was she here anyway? Surely, there was no way she wanted to be a hero, not someone like her.

But Bakugou’s ears perked up, as though he was some kind of animal - She was their new transfer student classmate. This girl who looked like she was being an actor ripped from a movie set in the 16th century sengoku era... She was supposed to be their new student. What a load of bullshit. There was no way she could have a proper Quirk... Unless she had a healing Quirk? Perhaps so - Apart from Recovery Girl, there was no one in U.A., or at least that he knew, who could heal others. Surely, for healers, there must be better schools, aren’t they? So why was she brought here to begin with?

“My name is L/N Y/N. I am going to be your classmate. Please, treat me well.” the girl bowed deeply at them, so soft-spoken that Katsuki couldn’t even hear her. Was she the shy-introvert type, or was this her whole persona, of a pretty, traditional girl? How clichee. Bakugou already hated her, though he couldn’t stand the overly loud and obnoxious kawaii-bullshit girls either; Their forced, high-pitched voices grated his brain to the point of over-bleeding. It didn’t matter though. Bakugou wasn’t in U.A. to get in a relationship. He was there to learn and train to his body’s limits, and far beyond.

Aizawa then informed them that Y/N was from a village with strict, traditional views, and she needed to be integrated in their society, as she doesn’t even know how to use her phone. The school was gracious enough to provide her with a good enough cell-phone, but there was only so far she could go, all by herself.

Of course, all those stupid extras fawned over her like months to the flame, they were talking to her, all at once even, and they all tried to explain to her things, different things, of different topics. Katsuki didn’t want to bother with her, or with all those fuckers, it was far too much of a drag, and he had more important things to be doing; Though, his eyes wondered of their own accord, lingering from the corner at the girl being ganged and chatted up by more than half the class. She looked overwhelmed having so many people around her, but she tried to keep a polite smile on her face. What a weakling. Yes, he could sympathise with being uncomfortable around people like that, but he would retaliate immediately and fuck them up real good, so they’d know never to bother her again like that.

The classroom was so unbelievably loud that Katsuki’s senses found themselves overwhelming - And they weren’t even in his ear! “SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY YOU FUCKING EXTRAS! YOU’RE TOO FUCKING LOUD - TAKE IT THE FUCK OUTSIDE ALREADY!” the boy slammed his fist into his desk so hard that the others thought it was going to break. Though he was glaring at them, the class now deathly silent, he unintentionally spotted a grateful smile, small yet tender, on the girl’s face. It was addressed to him. What, did she think he did it to save her? What an idiot! Stupid, old-school girl! She better not think they’re friends now or something stupid!

Katsuki slumped back down in his chair, and thankfully, as the class was about to begin, Y/N left, as she was to properly start her curriculum at the beginning of the next week. Of course, the only topic of conversation during the week was the new girl, and how everyone tried to text her, only to get ignored and wonder why. Did those idiots completely forget the new girl was technologically challenged? That she allegedly didn’t even know what a cell-phone was? Maybe that dumbass had no clue how to turn on the damn phone, let alone write and reply to their stupid-ass texts?! What’s so hard to comprehend, for the love of --

Bakugou was so over the whole mess with the new girl, that he hoped she’d never come back to U.A. But no, she did, and now she was wearing their school’s uniform. She had long and slender legs, beautifully sculpted, and the black stockings made them look even prettier, Katsuki noted, and the white shirt with the tie looked good enough on her. Her hair was done just as before, but she wore no makeup anymore, though her nails was rather sharp and painted black, as though she was a cat or some kind of predator animal. Katsuki’s ears widened slightly - Did he really associate ‘pretty’ with this girl? What was wrong with him? Gah, he had to do an active effort to avoid her now, who knows what other stupid things he’s going to think about without realising.

He spared her a quick glance, watching her take the empty seat two spots to his right - Her gaze was down on the floor, and her cheeks were red as her hands were trying to keep her short skirt down. Was she... Embarrassed with the outfit? Coming from a traditional background and having to wear only dresses that cover you fully, and now, a short skirt and a short sleeved shirt... Yes, that made sense, he realised. How was she supposed to focus on classes if she’s fixated on her insecurities. Even worse, that stupid grape dumbass had to fluster her up even more by flipping her skirt and commenting on her behind. Though she remained silent and got herself seated with no comment, Katsuki noticed small tears forming in her eyes. How annoying - She should have made wine out of Mineta. Why isn’t she defending herself? Why isn’t she beating that fucker up? Was she unable to? Did she really have such a stupidly weak Quirk that she couldn’t even fight that worthless fuckass?

Bakugou, and everyone else; They were all going to be left speechless soon. They were all wrong. They needn’t coddle Y/N, they just needed to help her integrate. She didn’t require pity by all means. She just wanted to be a normal person, around many other normal people. That was made fully understood, or at least, she hoped so, once, out of all the people in 1-A, Y/N chose Bakugou to pair up with for the 1v1 exercise.

“Y/N-chan, you shouldn’t choose Bakugou, he doesn’t hold back!” one of them said. “L/N-chan, don’t fight against Kacchan, he’s very, very strong!” dumbass Deku exclaimed in fear. “Y/N, he’s going to kill you!” another one of those damn extras warned her.

Instead, Y/N, now wearing the U.A. training clothes, the jacket zipped up fully, up to her chin - She walked up to Bakugou and bowed deeply at him. “Will you please be my partner today, Mr. Bakugou Katsuki?” The blond boy couldn’t only look down at her, scarlet eyes wide with confusion - Why the hell was she being so overly polite with him, he wasn’t 40 years old or something, what the fuck? “Yo, extra, stop calling me that. One same is enough, no lame-ass honorifics or something.” he grunted, though everyone seemed surprised that he didn’t yell at her at all. His tone wasn’t even raised, as usual, nor was his voice gruff. It almost felt as though he tried to keep his voice at an acceptable level, as to not overwhelm her senses. Was Bakugou being... Considerate?! “Yeah, sure, we can pair up, whatever. But I’m not about to go easy of you, get it?” “Thank you very much, Mr. Baku... U-Uhm... Katsuki...?” the boy found his cheeks warming up slightly, looking away. She was the first girl who called him by his first name like that, how annoying. Still, it was his fault for being so vague, and he didn’t want to confuse the girl more than all these new things already were - Might as well get used to this and suck it up. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he muttered, shoving his hands deep in his pants pockets and walked away, to the side of the court, where everyone else was standing.

Aizawa had some pairs fight between each other - First, without Quirks, then, with them. Sero with Mina, Kaminari with Kirishima, Jirou with Yaomomo, Tokoyami with Tsuyu, Koda with Sato, Ojiro with Shoji, Iida with Todoroki, Uraraka with Deku, Aoyama with Hagakure; And no suprise, nobody wanted to fight against Mineta, but eventually, one of the winners would have to volunteer to fight him also. What a drag.

Katsuki’s match against Y/N was the last one, but also, the most anticipated... And feared. He unzipped his jacket and threw it on the ground, doing a little warm up. He liked fighting in a tank top only, gave him the mobility he needed. Y/N, also, though she looked incredibly bashful, took off her jacket. “No weapons, Y/N.” she nodded in acknowledgement at the teacher; Katsuki could only look quizzically at her, though he hadn’t the time to question her supposed proficiency in weapons. Perhaps a conversation for later on. “Have a fair fight. No Quirks in the first round. Go.” as with all the other matches, Aizawa spoke the drill, and the two students stepped away from each other.

Bakugou watched as Y/N’s demure visage turned completely blank and cold, and she was staring him dead in the eyes; She hadn’t taken any pose or stance, instead, her hands were held in her pockets, waiting leisurely. He wasn’t going to wait around until Y/N attacked, he hated waiting at all. Despite the gasps from the other idiots, he rushed in a blitz attack, like a bull at the matador, attempting to ram into the small, frail girl that was pathetically standing there - One punch was going to settle it all, no need for an overkill, he thought. The momentum was catching up, and it was time to strike.

But Bakugou found himself flying away, slamming into the ground and rolling pitifully. What happened, he wondered, looking at the girl who was returning back to her laid-back pose. He had to attack again and see what happened - This little idiot was tricky, and he had to learn her patterns. He needed only grab her, and it was over. No matter how tricky she was, her strength was lesser than his - The laws of physics dictated that truth. What he hated though, was that everyone was cheering her name, praising and encouraging her. How annoying.

He lunged at her from behind, only to get surprised once more, as she threw herself to the ground, backwards, and rolled into his feet, making him stumble and fall to the ground with yet another great thud, and watching with blurry eyes as she nonchalantly stepped away.

This time, he actively engaged in a veritable exchange of jabs - She was flawless in dodging each of his fists; And worse, her accuracy as she punched all of his vital points seemed to affect him; Bakugou grunted, his body instinctually stepped away from her. Y/N leapt forwards, kicking his thigh so hard that it made him kneel with a pained growl - She then used his knee as a stepping stool and used her elbows to hit hard on her opponent’s head, followed by a powerful blow to the temple.

Bakugou Katsuki was on the ground.

“YOU GO, Y/N! YOU’RE THE BEST!” Katsuki wanted to shriek with rage at all the praising and the cheers, none of them addressed to him. It was driving him into an unfocused anger, only to hear Y/N’s voice, washing over him like a cool, soothing river. “Please, do stop your unnecessary cheering. I and Katsuki are in a fight, and it is disrespectful and rather unprofessional to meddle with one’s morale. We are doing our best. Please appreciate our efforts and be considerate.” though her voice was soft, her words seemed to have enough of a harsh edge that it made the others stand up. She then stepped in front of him and crouched to the ground, extending her hand for him to take and get up. “Katsuki, let us continue our honorable match, please. I am truly honoured that you are fighting me with all that you have, and I respect you dearly.” Y/N smiled as she felt the boy roughly grab her hand and helped him up. They shared a few brief seconds of eye contact, and she smiled tenderly at him. It almost felt as though they’ve connected, understood each other perhaps. He didn’t know why he hadn’t felt compelled to yell at her, scold her for taking pity on him or making him feel lesser, weaker - Hell, he didn’t even slap away her hand. Why wasn’t he feeling as angry as before? He truly couldn’t understand it, but he found the fog of anger dissipating slowly, and finding his focus again.

Once back in position, Bakugou ran into her close area circle and engaged in another barrage of jabs, lefts and rights, roundhouse kicks and sickles; Still, she somehow managed to predict the moment he tried to charge at her with a more powerful punch - She blocked it with her arm, so well that she only slightly slid backwards. He was able to notice the exact second her face twisted in agony, for just a split second, though she didn’t even whine or cry from the pain - She was silent as a lake.

Katsuki took a step back and got in another stance, making the girl mimic him. Ever since he was in school, he trained himself, following various routines online - Of course he was familiar with fighting styles. He always thought Aiki, the style Y/N seemed to be an expert in, was for weaklings. In a way, he was right. In another way, he was proven wrong, considering how well she was able to counter him thus far. Still, he knew a little bit of everything; Surely, he could trick her into thinking he knows Karate just as well. His fists were tightly held in a basic karate stance, whilst she had a similar pose, though her hands were open. It was the perfect example of a Karate vs Aiki fight, a battle of Strength vs Softness. He almost thought it ironic, how well it described even them as people.

Neither of them move, analysing each other, every tweak of their body, every breathing, every blink of their eyes; Y/N’s foot was sliding forward, inch by inch, and he mirrored her move. Seeing as he, too, was approaching, the girl lunged at him, and he did the same. In a split second, Y/N redirected his own move against him, making him fly backwards, once again. “To think you would fall so far away... As expected of the strongest student in class 1-A. There is no one else with such incredible physical prowess.” Y/N praised him; If they weren’t fighting, he was going to blush furiously, but he couldn’t afford that during a fight. Later, perhaps, when he could blame it on the work out he was getting with this fight.

Once again, Y/N maintained no stance, and awaited Katsuki to lunge at her - He threw what seemed to be a hundred thousand hits her way, all of them at such speed that the others could barely differentiate them; Y/N didn’t flinch. She knew they were all fakes. Instead, as Katsuki attempted a real kick her way, she grabbed his shin, making him lose balance - He must have been expecting that though, as he twisted and ended on his feet. Such flexibility, fascinating for someone so tall and buff like himself. Praise-worthy, Y/N thought.

But L/N used her own hand to roll at the back of his ankle whilst he tried another kick, only for her to slam the heel of her foot into his chin, making him stumble backwards with a grunt. Everyone seemed to be greatly enjoying the fight, it was fascinating and far better than any of them was able to manage - Though they were still internally cheering for the underdog to win, they had to agree that they both were doing fantastic.

"I’ve analysed all your attacks, dumbass. I know your strategy and all your Aiki moves. You need a strong opponent, so you can counter with a move that equals their power, with yours attached to it. You don’t need to be strong yourself. But what would you do if I were no longer an opponent? I'm not going to attack anymore. Let’s see what you do when your weak-ass fighting style gets obliterated." Y/N held her hands in her pockets, watching as Bakugou kept standing tall. She chuckled, stepping around him. "Well! I suppose there's no need to do anything against an opponent who does nothing!" she grinned leisurely. "As a result, there will be no fight! I have nothing to lose, spending the whole match waiting and doing nothing - But you do! You want to win, don’t you? You know, if there is no victory, there is also no defeat. What an idyllic world we live in!" though she spoke, Bakugou had no other word to usher. He wasn’t going to respond to her provoking, especially as he knew she meant none of it. "... However, I suppose this is still a match, in the end. You're trying to come up with a battle of stubbornness. I guess you can say I'm proud that I could make even you come up with such an impertinent strategy, against some weak, inexperienced opponent such as myself. Truly, I'm flattered! Thank you for taking me seriously, despite my physical weakness." she continued. "Your techniques and mine - I'm far too young to say it doesn't matter whose are superior, or that strength doesn't matter." as soon as she found herself behind her opponent, she sprinted at great speed, hoping to reach his spinal cord;

Before she could incapacitate him, however, Y/N felt a pressure in her stomach, strong enough to send her flying a crazy length, and she stumbled over the sand, rolling pitifully on the ground. No amount of damage that she chipped from the boy felt equal to this single punch that connected. She had gasped like a fish on the land, trying desperately to get air back in her lungs. Her hair tie had broken, and her hair cascaded almost gracefully in elegant waves over her body.

As soon as he stepped by her side, Y/N instantly shot to her feet, long hair dancing beautifully around her, almost bewitching the boy with her natural beauty; though she leisurely managed to catch his wrist and throw him away, sending him off with a temple punch also, watching him slam his head into the ground. The girl was panting with exhaustion already, many minutes having passed indefinitely. “It takes a lot of energy for you to pull off such stunts, huh? Throwing me like that only makes you lose strength and stamina. I must be weighting twice your own.” Bakugou let out an amused breath, smirking, though he himself was sweating and needing some air. “You are correct. I am really exhausted. I have never fought anyone so equally before, especially without a Quirk. It is most fascinating. I doubt I could kill you.” the tired smile was enough to charm the boy, though he was confused at her later statement - What was it about killing she said? No matter, he frequently threatened to kill his classmates, it didn’t matter.

With both opponents standing, both taking their stances, Y/N slowly, but steadily inched forwards towards her opponent until their toes were touching each other; Bakugou readied his fist to punch Y/N's face - She managed to dodge, and with her cleavage, shoulder and arm, she was able to redirect his blow, making him stumble before he was punched down into the ground once more.

“Are you done playing around? I ain’t feeling shit from your kitten punches.” Bakugou scoffed tauntingly, and with a well-aimed punch, Y/N was sent flying across the court painfully hard, looking like a discarded ragdoll. The boy continued walking towards her, watching as she was stumbling and struggling to get up; She had a pained expression on her face, holding her head - She must be feeling very dizzy. “Lost your balance, huh? I’m ending it now. You fought better than those fucking extras.” he praised, readying another strike to finish the match, only to find himself stumbling forward as Y/N threw herself at his feet to trip him once more - In detriment of her feeling the vertigo twisting even faster. “What did you accomplish with that anyway? Are ya afraid of losing or what?”

Their classmates were yelling at them to stop fighting - Both of them were covered in scrapes, bruises and blood - But when Aizawa asked if they wanted to declare an end match, they both snapped at them all, a negative answer firmly rasped. Neither was going to take away from the respect they held for each other after such a fight.

Y/N was barely able to turn and flex her arm to receive another one of his powerful punches, though she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body felt broken, and she was barely able to get up and stand properly. She was clutching at her arms and hands, she was hurting dearly; Her eyes were glassy also, no doubt, wet from the pain she was enduring.

Even in that vertigo state however, she was able to dictate the flow of battle, slapping her palms over the opponent’s, and stumbling about, keeping the boy at bay, unable to move further - If he tried, she’d easily evade his move and counter - She even clinged to his wrist, stomping her foot flushed against his own, pushing onto it and making his trip. With the little energy she had left, she used his knee to grapple him, this time, more accurately, with her leg over the back of his neck - She pulled herself up in one move, grabbing a fistful of his hair and jumping behind him, grabbing him down and slamming him into the ground - The boy yelped from the excruciating scalp pain he was feeling, though his body could barely feel any other pain.

Y/N brought him to the edge of his patience, though he couldn’t deny he had been enjoying this fight dearly, but it had to end soon. Even he was feeling exhausted, his muscles aching for some relief. She lunged at him and tried to hit him at the same time he tried to deliver another powerful punch, only for her to somehow evade the hit - He needed a few seconds to realise how she was able to seemingly disappear for a single blink of an eye - She was smart and shrewd, she managed to evade his monstrous hit, simply by shifting her joints just a little bit, yet fast enough to create the illusion of not having moved. But the second hit, she was unable to parry or dodge, and she was on the ground - Y/N saw spots in front of her, and her vision had gone to shit. She was clutching at her head, her arms visibly trembling as she tried to get up from the ground, only to repeatedly fail and fall down. It looked far more difficult than any plank exercise, Katsuki thought, but she hadn’t given up. He was almost shocked, seeing the beautiful porcelain doll girl being so resilient and unbending, though he hated being the one to get her in this state, be the one to bring her such suffering.

Wait - Why was he pitying his opponent? She was worthy of fighting him, she was above those extras - He was praising her, not pitying her. He was strong. Stronger than most.

Once she was finally on her feet, hoping her head would stop spinning already, and struggling to keep standing; One of her knees was hurting so bad, Katsuki could see her leg repeatedly giving up; Despite all her agony, she found some place to muster up strength, and as Bakugou lunged at her, she got in a low stance, leaping at him, grabbing his wrists and pulling him forward, aiming for a barrage of hits at his vitals - When he was too busy blocking her hits, she side-stepped and tripped him, making him stumble backwards.

How much longer was she going to drag this on, when she had already fallen off the shelf and shattered? Had she no regard for her body and health? Hell, he could kill her on the spot, yet she was still fighting. His face must have looked almost demonic to her - He was going to use all of his strength on this last punch; The only way to win this was to knock her out, he realised, her resolve was far too powerful.

Just as they got in each other’s territory however - He stopped, just before his fist touched her face. His eyes were wide and lips parted slightly in shock, as the girl’s body completely gave up, and she fainted in his arms, just as she tried to hit him. She looked so small, so frail, so... Cute? He found himself wiping the dripping blood going down her chin from her busted lip, before picking her up bridal style - His arms were shaking like crazy, though somehow, he still found the strength to carry the flower-like beauty. “Bakugou wins.” Aizawa declared, nodding at the blond to go to the infirmary.

The whole walk to the hospital wing, Katsuki looked down at the peaceful face of the doll-like girl. Who knew she was able to fight so well, resist so long, even faced against someone as strong as him. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what her Quirk was, and he was almost upset he couldn’t fight her properly either. Perhaps another time; Next time they were to go on a 1 on 1, he was going to choose her, the same way she chose him.

“Did I do well, Katsuki?” an almost broken voice, yet surprisingly sweet, called out. “Hella.” his whole body rumbled with a chuckle, earning a lovely smile from the girl. “I am happy.” the boy hummed in agreement; The sentiment was shared.

That evening, when they were done with classes and Y/N was in a good enough shape, Bakugou offered to walk her back home. He wasn’t all that great at socialising, and definitely, neither was Y/N. Though the walk was rather awkward, they still found each other’s company seemingly comforting, and the tender smile she gave him when she said farewell...

Katsuki found his heart beating weirdly fast, and this time, it wasn’t from the cardio workouts he was doing. During their weeks at U.A., Bakugou had the two idiots sitting between himself and Y/N fuck off and change desks, urging the girl to stay next to him, under the pretext that she needed to be showed how to use a phone and what not. Of course, that was just silly, but he had no clue how to get closer to her, without looking pathetic.

It was shocking how with her sweet voice, she was able to sooth his nerves, lessen his rage and frustration, hell, with a simple touch on his arm, she was capable of making him stop yelling at those other extras, especially the dumbass, 1-braincell ‘BakuSquad’ as those idiots liked to call themselves. He hated them so much, it was unreal. He couldn’t understand - Honest to God, he couldn’t - She was just another girl, a classmate, a person just like any other, so why the hell was he always thinking about her? She was his first thought waking up, and his last, falling asleep.

Love, his parents teased him. Love, his friends teased him. Love, his own heart teased him.

Why the hell was everyone making him feel like such a fool, for having feelings for someone? To hell with them all, damn extras. He deserved better than this. Despite all the humiliation he felt whenever someone taunted him with what he felt, despite his mind yelling at him intently to run away and sever any kind of friendship he had with Y/N... He simply couldn’t resist her charm. She was so pretty, blushing as she had to show so much skin in the U.A. uniform, and even her Hero outfit, it resembled that of a priestess, yet instead of hakama, she had a lovely skirt with large splits that allowed for mobility and agility, giving the impression of being covered, yet when she moved, her legs were beautifully on full display. Her blouse also seemed to highlight her most graceful curves, and her sleeves were technically long, and could be used as pockets - Very practical, she loved that feature the most.

The first time Bakugou saw Y/N wearing her Hero outfit was during the USJ incident - She was so beautiful, he was lost for words, but annoyingly enough, so was Mineta, who continued making her uncomfortable - Of course, until he blasted that fucker all the way to the flooded area, hoping he’d drown.

But what was supposed to be a fun activity, playing as heroes, turned to be most worrisome, and Bakugou felt a spike of anxiety being teleported away and forced to wonder where Y/N was, if she was okay, if she could handle the natural tragedy landscape she had to go against, or even the villains. He had to get the hell out of there and search for her, make sure she was alright. Those worries proved ignorant however, as by the time Katsuki was out of the collapsing building, he, Todoroki and Deku were there, watching Y/N unleashing blue flames and... Killing villains with a long spear. She was aiding Aizawa, though not as anyone would expect. Y/N was definitely not the sweet little angel everyone depicted her as. Instead, she looked as though she was wielding the onibi spiritual fire of a fox spirit - And she looked like a malevolent Goddess doing so. She was ruthless, with no mercy. Bakugou felt a shiver down her spine, seeing all that blood - Only villains killed, that’s what they were all told... And seeing the girl he was crush on doing what villains did, it made his mind spin a little.

That worry completely dissipated once a blue haired freak and some huge-ass beast attacked them. His mind was running a thousand times per second, though his body was simply frozen, watching the small flower being crushed with such brutality, that he felt physical ache, as she laid there, in a pool of her own blood, yet still struggling to get up and save frog girl, grape boy and useless Deku from getting decayed by that freak with zombie hands groping him. Perhaps, if it weren’t for All Might coming over and saving everyone, they wouldn’t have made it out alive. It was completely maddening, thinking that, no matter how much they work, they weren’t anywhere close to beating the villains. How incredibly depressing, just like seeing the mummy-like bodies of both Y/N and Aizawa, as they came to school literally the next day, as though nothing had happened. Nothing changed for them - But it did for him.

How could anyone pretend nothing happened, when they had to be stronger and stronger and even stronger than the strongest, just to get even with those fuckers and ensue the peace of the country. It was pathetic, all of it, and since then, Bakugou began overworking himself to the point of physically collapsing daily.

The occasion to rise up and show how much he improved was given to him when the Sports Festival was announced. He tried to get Y/N not to compete, afraid that her body wouldn’t cope, still damaged - But her dismissive smile managed to convince him without much arguing. He could never say ‘No’ to her, for whatever reason. But he should have. Oh, how he hated himself for being unable to convince her out of it. She pushed herself hard enough with the first task, using the fire boost to get to the finish line, and then, he chose her in his team, to make sure she was fine - They didn’t exactly win, much to his dismay, but they got in the last task of the festival, which was the most important one - The 1v1 fights.

He fought Uraraka and he fought Todoroki, and in the end, he had to fight none other than Y/N, whom he had no idea how was able to get so far. Before the match, he cornered her. “Give up. Your body is failing you.” he trapped her on the wall, but that fox-like smile of hers shattered his resolve. “Don’t worry about me, Katsuki. I want to give you another honorable fight, this time, with out full potential.” he could feel his heart trembling with emotion just by hearing that lovely voice of hers. “What the hell potential, when you can’t even properly stand up straight?!” he protested, only to feel a hand on his face, gently caressing it. “Don’t worry.” that warm smile, and her touch... He couldn’t help but lean into her hand, grunting, his face flushing with love. “I know you will respect me and my strength. Fight me as your equal.” “Don’t go around blaming me if you won’t get up after I defeat you again.” he huffed, pushing her forward toward the fighting court.

Unlike in the match he had with Uraraka, he wasn’t going to be called a villain anymore. Not only Aizawa himself defended him, but even she yelled at the public. She had run on the pitch so shamelessly and started scolding the audience! If Katsuki weren’t so flushed up from the fight, he was going to be from the way his heart was beating at being portrayed as a strong hero. But now, he had to fight for the #1 spot against the girl he was crushing on. It would have been a privilege, were it not for her collapsing body. He hated that he couldn’t properly fight her, and he could see the bitterness she was hiding, hating her own vulnerability. They formed an indestructible bond from that fight - They value fighting, sparring, practicing together, it felt like their hearts connected indefinitely... Alas, there they were, with no choice. Neither of them could disrespect the other and give up, but it was oh so painful, fighting this way.

Still, Y/N fought him with everything she had, no matter how much she was hurting. She fought, and fought, but her mystifying blue flames didn’t even burn the boy - They felt like a warm caress at the sea side; But Bakugou’s explosions were so painful, so destructive, that he blasted the girl into oblivion.

This wasn’t a win. Bakugou didn’t deserve the #1 spot, not in this condition. He didn’t want to see Y/N laying on the grass, motionless. To hell with the Sports Festival, and to hell with everyone else. He ran to her side, holding her in his arms, brushing away her beautiful locks from her face, and picking her up, for the second time. It seemed to have become a rather amusing pattern for them - Fighting to the point of unconsciousness, and carrying her to the infirmary. Y/N smiled, nuzzling into his chest so cutely. “You smell like sugary caramel. I love it.” his breath hitched in his throat, unable to respond properly to such a compliment. “Sh-Shut up, stupid.” his face was even redder, and if the girl would see how she was making him feel, no doubt, he’d have said some pointed word to fluster him even more. Though she never said anything hurtful or teasing, she was honest to such a degree that it made him lose his mind with adoration.

The whole year, Bakugou found himself courting the girl - In his own way, of course - Everyone was making fun of him for dating, but he hadn’t the guts to ask her out yet. He got her flowers, and they hung around often; He even cooked for her at some point, and would buy her some pretty accessories - They weren’t expensive by any means, he was just a normal boy with some pocket money - But whenever he’d see a cute hair pin, or a bracelet, he couldn’t resist. Flowers were his favourite accessory on her though. She was very pretty - Pretty beyond imagination - Pretty enough to drive him so crazy that he’s unable to ask her out.

The situation only got worse when they had to move in the dorms, and they were basically together for so long, day and night, they were together. Hell, at some point when watching a movie on the couch, Y/N fell asleep, cuddling into his side, her head lulled on his shoulder, and he was unable to move the whole night. He guided her head to comfortably rest on his thighs and had Kirishima bring over a blanket to make sure she stays warm. He tried staying awake the whole night, playing and caressing her hair - But his sleep schedule didn’t allow him such a luxury, and by the time the clock showed it was 10 PM, he was long asleep also. Of course, the adorable imagery fell prey to their classmates photographing them and using the picture as blackmail material for Bakugou - Y/N seemed completely dismissive, even going as far as to say they look very cute when sleeping - But he couldn’t do it. He just wanted to blast those nasty fuckers to hell and back.

Katsuki wanted to ask Y/N out, honest to God, he did! He was just so embarrassed out of his wits that, every time he tried, he blurted out something completely random, and gave up. That is, until later in the year when they got attacked by some villains on the street, and Y/N received an almost-fatal wound for shielding him.

He hated her.

Only Heavens know how much Bakugou hated Y/N.

How DARE she do something like that?! He didn’t ask her to sacrifice herself to him - Can’t she understand what he’s feeling?! If she dies, he’s going to hate himself forever, blame himself for her death - How can he live, knowing that he killed the girl he fell in love with?! It was unfair - SHE was unfair! Stupid! Stupid! INCREDIBLY stupid!

He held her hand the whole day and night as she rested on the infirmary bed, and he shed fat tears, generated from the myriads of overwhelming emotions he was feeling. He was dying inside, and he wanted to rip his hair out; Open his rib cage and tear his heart out; He wanted to screech into the skies blasphemies and other foul words, blaming every living and unliving thing in this world, and any other universe, all for bringing this lovely girl into his life, making him fall in love with her, only to have her taken away from him like that. He couldn’t take all this worry and fear - Not at all.

“Fuck, Y/N - Don’t die... Please, don’t die. I haven’t gotten the chance to make you my girlfriend... To tell you how much I love you... Fuck... Please... Don’t do this to me. I can’t take it - I can’t do it without you.”

For three days, Bakugou was a mess; He couldn’t function properly, he couldn’t think straight. All he wanted was to hold Y/N in his arms and tell her everything that he was unable to before, he had to be strong, mentally, emotionally, physically - She saved him, she was there for him, she always cared and cherished him, helped him with his emotional instability and what not - And what did he do? He wallowed in self-hatred for not being strong enough to defeat Quirkless Deku, and now, to be the hero that Y/N needed. Pathetic, that’s what he was.

“Katsuki? Why are you crying?” Bakugou’s mind went blank, hearing that groggy voice that sounded gorgeous, even in this state. “You are too pretty to cry. Please don’t cry.” Y/N struggled to get in a sitting position, cupping his face and placing a sweet kiss on his forehead. “Your tears are breaking my heart. Please, don’t cry. Not for me.” she tried to comfort him, her thumbs wiping away the tears, only to be startled by his emotional outburst yell. “IF NOT FOR YOU, THAN FOR WHOM?!” he cried out. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU, AND I WAS TOO MUCH OF A FUCKING COWARD TO TELL YOU! YOU ALMOST DIED FOR ME! YOU ALMOST DIED IN MY ARMS! I THOUGHT YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO FUCKING WAKE UP, DAMN IT!” still sitting in the chair besides the bed, his arms wrapped around her waist, crying in her lap; His body was violently shaking with each sob. “SO DON’T TELL ME NOT TO FUCKING CRY! I CAN’T - OKAY, I JUST FUCKING CAN’T! I WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU, AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! IF I CAN’T EVEN PROTECT THE GIRL I LOVE, WHAT THE FUCK CAN I DO RIGHT?!” he wanted to release all the bottled up feelings he kept hidden, but he was unable to. Y/N rose his face up, and kissed him. Y/N kissed him, right on the lips. Fuck, he must taste like salty tears, how pathetic of him, the boy thought. Still, those deprecating thoughts disappeared, as soon as he saw that beautiful yet tired smile of hers. “I am happy that you reciprocate my feelings, Katsuki.” he thought he was flying on clouds. “You can do anything you set your mind to. You are incredibly intelligent and strong - And I have all confidence that you are going to become the strongest hero out there.” with a tug on his arms, Y/N had the boy lay down with her on the bed, pulling his head to rest on her chest as she snuggled and pampered him as though he was a spoiled kitten. He started tearing up pathetically, holding her tightly, forgetting that her body may still be aching, and he cried into her soft chest, completely unaware of how it might be thought of as intimate. He was simply drowning in an ocean of emotions, and he needed to tire himself up by crying to sleep.

From then on, Y/N would tell him things about her - How she was raised up to be the defender of the village, and kill if someone was threatening them; How she had to act like the perfect princess and smile at everyone, no matter how tiring it was. She admitted to being so happy that someone was treating her like a normal human being, not the new student, or some pretty girl, clueless to the world - And fighting was always a common tongue spoken by the strong.

She didn’t care about becoming a hero, she just wanted to be in control of her overwhelming, untamable Quirk, and be strong enough to protect what she held dear to her heart - And Katsuki was included amongst those few things she cherished above life itself.

He, in turn, would admit to feeling inferior to Deku, especially after All Might visibly favoured him so much, and how he hated himself for not being strong enough yet to do everything that he set himself up to. He had such a borderless vision that he often felt too slow to achieve those things, and it was driving him crazy.

With time though, the two love birds learnt how to not only take care of each other, but of themselves also. They knew each other so well, and they were so close to each other, that it would put everyone else to shame. The BakuSquad would take random pics of them in all the cutest states - Be it that they fell asleep cuddling each other, or they were holding pinkies, that they were kissing each other’s cheeks, or fixing an item of clothing - Sometimes, even with sillier things, like using two straw to drink from the same drink, or sharing a cake together and one of them is feeding the other. Everyone loved this new iteration of Bakugou - Easy to get an outburst out of him, but he wasn’t outright threatening everyone anymore, and he wasn’t blasting them to death as often either! It was an amazing win!

Katsuki and Y/N were U.A.’s IT couple all the way to their third year, and they enjoyed continuing to stay in the dorms all the same, to the point that they wanted to move in together after finishing school - Well, money might be an issue at the beginning, but they both wanted to work hard enough to afford a little piece of heaven for themselves only, and no family to bother them anymore.

Until then, however, enough time was going to pass, and there was much Katsuki still had to teach Y/N, including how to play video games, or properly operate a laptop. He had some help in showing her about modern fashion and many other things on the side. There was something, however, that only Katsuki was allowed to teach her - Not that he was an expert by any means, but he was a boy, and even he had some needs; Having a pretty girl like Y/N by his side only served as fuel for his desires, but never once did he try to do anything with her - With a traditional upbringing like her own, he was well aware of how intimacy would be viewed, and he wanted her to get used to it at her own pace.

Still, one evening, she was idly tidying up some things in his room, and a conversation arose after the movie they were absent-mindedly watching; Or rather, just played in the background; Depicted some rather interesting scenes. “Why would one want to have a child with a man she just met? Surely, she would want to get married first - How unrealistic.” she spoke casually, seemingly amused at the scene. “Nobody wants a child.” the boy scoffed blankly, playing around some phone game. “Then why are they sleeping together?” she spoke as though she was challenging his knowledge. “People don’t get intimate just to have children anymore, Y/N. Hasn’t been that way for a while now.” he muttered, his cheeks flushing at having to say such words out loud; His heart was pounding hard against his chest, and he quickly changed the channel to something unrelated, like the weather. “Really, now? Then why?” she looked at him with such a cute, confused face, that made the boy want to smash his lips onto hers. “... Pleasure.” the boy coughed, trying to hide his burning face with his phone. “Pleasure?” Y/N’s surprise was great. “No, that can’t be right. Grandma said only boys feel good. Girls feel pain.” “What?!” Bakugou’s eyes seemed to be wide like hers, the shock making him jolt up. “No, that’s bullshit, what the fuck.” he almost looked startled. “Really? Are you sure? She seemed certain. The other women from the village said the same thing too.” Katsuki wanted to drag his nails across his face at the complete nonsense he was hearing - Instead, he was standing in front of Y/N, so close to her that he could feel her heartbeat. He wrapped an arm around her torso, her back secure, her head resting against his palm; He leaned in to kiss her - But unlike the cute, innocent kisses from before, he deepened the kiss, to the point of forgetting how to breathe. “What do you feel when I kiss you?” his low, raspy voice spoke into her ear. “I-I...” her breathing felt heavy, just from this. “I feel like I want you to kiss me more.” the boy complied - He kissed her until her mind went numb, his free hand picked her chin, his thumb trailing her bottom lip dearly as he leaned away just enough to tease her, but not far enough that he couldn’t feel her picked up breathing anymore. His rough hand went down, holding her supple throat dearly, and went down to her chest, to her abdomen, and down on her thigh, and up her skirt. “Tell me what you feel now.” he kissed her again, as his fingers found themselves caressing her clothed womanhood, up and down, again and again, across her slit. He could feel her heart beating so fast, and a small whine escaped her throat as he started circling her clit, each time, applying just a little bit more pressure. He had her propped against the wall, his arm holding her supporting her depleting weight as she was quickly succumbing to the unknown feeling overwhelming her. “What are you feeling?” his lips still brushing against her own, the boy teasingly asked, triumphant at seeing his girlfriend with glazed eyes - Her hands gripped painfully tight on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. “I-I don’t... I don’t know what this is.” her voice sounded to almost morph into a sweet mewl. “I can’t - I can’t name it. I’ve never... Felt like this before.” “Don’t think much. Just say if you want me to continue or not.” unconsciously, she seemed to be pulling him closer to her body. “Yeah... I want you - I want you, ‘Tsuki.” whether or not she knew perfectly well the way she was teasing him with her words, he wasn’t sure, but the effect she had on him was unreal. He kissed her with more fire, drinking in her first climax; Those sounds she let were so cute, he wanted to hear more; He was so greedy for her, for her body, he almost felt ashamed with how much he was in love with her. “Did you like it, Y/N?” the boy asked, his lips trailing down her jaw, and to her neck. Y/N whimpered a positive answer. “Do you want more, my greedy little kitten?” “Tsuki, don’t tease me like that!” she pouted, only to feel that overly adventurous hand pull down her panties, cupping her private part - Gently, he his fingers touched her folds, exploring around her soft, warm skin, and inside her wet cavern - One finger, inside and out, whilst he abused those sweet spots on her neck, earning gasp after gasp, all from how good he was making her feel.

The boy couldn’t grasp his mind around how incredibly how she was, or how wet he made her already - He was ecstatic, so proud of himself, he wanted to see the full extent of her reactions, all the sounds and expressions he could make her have. Another digit added, her spine arched suddenly against his arm. “Ts-Tsuki... If you go on... I can’t stand up...” she breathed out so enticingly that it drove the boy crazy. “You can, just a little more.” the boy had to place his lips over hers to cover a whine of his name as he curled his fingers just right - Her sharp fingernails dug into his flesh, desperately trying to keep herself upright, but he felt like a melted puddle in his arms. She felt flask, her wetness leaking down her thigh shamelessly from all her arousal, and another climax, more intense this time. “That’s my good girl.” he smirked down at her, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking her juices shamelessly that the girl covered her face and looked away. “D-Don’t do that, it’s lewd!” she exclaimed, only to hear him chuckling and guiding her to lay down on the bed. Making sure the door was properly locked and changing the weather channel to some music, he sat down between her legs, leaning his chin on her knee, and looking down at her with those beautiful crimson eyes of his. “I have many other lewd things I want to do to you.” he admitted, his hand over hers, squeezing it with comfort. “If you want me to, I can show you, there is pleasure in love-making.” in a swift move, Bakugou was positioned on top of her, leaning on his forearms, on either side if her head. He kissed her deeply, his teeth gently grazing her lip, pulling on it playfully. “Do you want me to go on, my love?” In spite of her embarrassment, and how it went against everything she was taught, Y/N nodded her head. “I need you to tell me. Say it. Out loud.” “Don’t tease me like that.” she pouted at him. “I want you to love me, ‘Tsuki.” “I will love you any time you want me to, Y/N.” the vibration of his voice sent shivers down her spine, as the boy dripped down to her torso, his hands roaming up and down her body, taking off her blouse and skirt. She was so beautiful, laying down in all her glory, naked, and blushing so hard.

His finger gripped on the plush of her thighs, pulling them apart just enough to get close to her dripping cunt; He placed kiss after kiss on the inner skin of her leg, and in between, to her overly stimulated bundle of nerves that made her body twitch with each flick of his tongue. Y/N had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle an unconscious whine, the weird feeling of his wet tongue licking all the way up her sleeve, and down to her entrance - It was so weird, but she didn’t hate it - It wasn’t a bad kind of weird, it was rather pleasant. Pleasant enough that she was losing her sense of ration over the way he was making her feel. The way his hands were holding her, how his mouth was kissing and sucking and pulling.

With the way Y/N was unable to properly keep her body under control, Katsuki knew she was close again - She was so precious, and he didn’t want to let go of her the whole night - And every other night also. He wanted to see her, to hear her, to kiss her every day and every night, for the rest of their lives. Suddenly, Katsuki stopped, and he quickly took off the tank top he was wearing, making Y/N whimper softly. Though she wanted to protest, her body feeling about to explode, she placed her hands on his chest, trailing down to his abdomen, before quickly pulling him down on her body, his whole weight unsupported - But she loved the proximity, and how intimate it felt, being so close, kissing him, feeling his body like that. Y/N loved his body, she wanted to see him shirtless like this more often, she wanted to hear him go crazy with pleasure, the very same way he made her feel.

But not now - Katsuki had other plans for the night. “Still want to continue? Are you ready?” the boy asked, sucking on her neck. “I don’t know if I’d be able to stop, once I begin. I’m addicted to you. I’m addicted to everything about you.” he sighed, his chest heaving up and down from excitement. “Yes.” she breathed out. “I want you. I don’t want you to stop.” Y/N spoke again. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.” “Another time, angel.” Katsuki chuckled softly, a hand reaching into the drawer and quickly taking a condom, putting it on. “Tonight, it’s all about you, sweetheart.”

Once again, he hoisted her up with one arm, the other hand holding her own, fingers intertwined. He felt her squeezing him as he entered his tip inside her womanhood, slowly going in. Though the music was loud, Katsuki kissed Y/N deeply, afraid he sweet mewls might be heard from outside; Fully sheathed, he let out an exhale, trying to keep himself composed, but he was failing miserably. The way she felt around him, how tight she felt, clamping down on him, it was killing him in all the best ways possible.

Again, he went pulled out almost fully, before going back in, long strokes, maddening, so full of passion, full of love, hitting and scraping at her sweet spot - His hand felt as though it was being crushed, and his back might as well be bleeding, or at least held the marks of her nails - He loved it. He loved this feeling, it heated him up, it made him feel nirvana approaching fast.

“I love you.” he mumbled, kissing her again; Her body soon started twitching, stiff; He felt his member being lovingly held captive inside of her as he rode her sweet release, and soon, he found his own. He wanted to stay like that inside of her, to be connected to her. “I love you, ‘Tsuki.” her voice was so delicate, so euphoric, that it made the boy bite his lip and pull away, before he’d be tempted to tire her out even more. He knew, however, that next time, he might be teasing her more - It felt too good, seeing her so glazed with pleasure, pleading for him to continue and be good to her. And it felt even better, having her say she loves him. It was the best feeling in the world.

Katsuki grabbed his tank top back, giving Y/N one of his larger Tshirts to sleep in, and brought over a pack of baby wipes, some water and snacks. He got the volume of the music down, and changed again to some movie, as Y/N cuddled dearly into his side, her head resting on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. It didn’t take long for him to play with her hair, that she fell asleep, that beautiful smile ever painted on her face. “You have no idea how much I love you, Y/N.”

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artist-issues · 9 months

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it's really sad people will keep on defending the terrible little mermaid movie cause they wanna cry racism and other movies cause of crying racism. honestly I'm tired of it, the original little mermid is better, original snow white is better, everything orignal is better. but since disney want to get political, their stocks are failing and their losing money. disney is crashing and burning, they can't make anything original anymore.

Yeah, true.

I think the idea of "original is always better" isn't 100% true. The truth is, Disney used to do retellings better than anybody.

Snow White's original fairy tale, in the Brothers' Grimm version, is very good. It's all about pure innocence. But Disney came along and made a bigger, more fleshed-out version. In Disney's retelling, the Dwarves had personalities instead of being cave-dwelling blank slates, and the Prince actually met Snow White while she was dressed in rags and still loved her instead of seeing her asleep and dressed beautifully for the first time.

Those changes that Disney made to the "original" fairy tale for their movie didn't ruin the original. They just deepened the original. They complimented it.

Audiences back when the first fairy tale was being told may have understood that Snow White's beauty = purity and innocence, but Disney knew that audiences in the 1930s would need more information to understand, and enjoy that message. So

The Prince is interested in Snow White before be even knows she's a Princess, and before he even sees her beauty, because he hears her singing about love genuinely. It's her pure innocent love that attracts him.

The Dwarfs all have personalities, but the one thing they have in common is their fear of new, potentially uncomfortable things. It's not until Snow White and her genuine, selfless love comes into their lives that they start being selfless and brave, too.

The Queen dies the same way she lived: trying to bring harm to others because she only looks out for herself (even though in the original fairy tale I believe she faces capital punishment instead of her own jealousy destroying her.)

Same thing with Cinderella, and even with The Little Mermaid. The fairy tales weren't invented by Disney: the animated Disney versions were retellings. But that's the difference:

Retellings - Stories that change some details about the original, but never change anything that strengthens the important themes of the original. They're not exactly the same, but they're faithful to everything that the originals stood for.

Remakes - Stories that change the themes of the original: erasing everything that the original stood for and trying to re-write what the characters should stand for for modern audiences.

And that's the problem. Disney used to do faithful, complimentary retellings of timeless stories. Those stories were worthwhile, and Disney did them justice. Disney reminded modern audiences of the themes and values in old stories.

Now that's not true anymore. Disney doesn't remind people of the original, timeless values of old stories. It tries to rewrite those values, and in doing so, it says "those values were never timeless, or even fit to be called values."

That's the painful thing. Disney used to be the best name in retellings. Now it's the worst name in retellings.

#Disney #Disney live action #the little mermaid 2023 #tlm #Snow White #Snow White defense #se #snow white and the seven dwarfs #snow white and the 7 dwarfs #Snow White 2024

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Bestiaryposting Results: Kengliwa

So, as it seems everyone made note of, this week's creature was exceptionally easy to guess. (To the point that a couple people did actually go ahead and name it, which I can't be that annoyed about because I don't think anyone missed this one.) I actually thought about not including it -- I cut a few that were particularly obvious like this one, but this entry was just so beautifully written that I didn't want to not post it. Maybe I should have done a separate post like with the dogs... live and learn, I suppose.

Anyway, previous entries and results can be found here: https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. And the entry everybody is working from is at the link below:

Art below the cut in rough chronological order, as per usual.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) decided to go a bit Beatrix Potter, and produced some frankly adorable shrew-like critters. (And her own alt-text, thank you.) They're dressed in these nice black coats and bowler hats so they can look like the "black column across the fields" described in the entry. I love everything about this. Also, if you want to see a version of this without the linework, check the link above.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) decided to work off of the assertion that Kengliwas prefer wheat to barley because "barley is food for beasts". Naturally this means the Kengliwa must not itself be a beast, and Silverhart reflects that by medieval definition that excludes pretty much everything but birds and fish. So here we have a very small mouse-bird (the results of this one are all very cute, I have to say). And of course it's a flightless bird, because the entry describes them as walking. I'm really struck by the general composition of this one; the tiny bird clinging to the top of a wheat stalk is so well depicted. The colors are great too.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) followed the same "not a beast" logic as Silverhart, though they also name "serpent" and "worm" as potential non-beast categories. They also picked "bird", because the Kengliwa brings grain back to its nest, and birds have nests, so there you go. I appreciate that they've continued with that connection by having the interior of the Kengliwa burrow lined in a manner reminiscent of birds' nests. (And also that they provided alt-text, thank you.) Speaking of which, check it out, burrowing birds! With a cross-section of their burrow! Delightful. They further speculate that the symbolism attached to this one must be pretty weird given the mixed feelings the author seems to have, so I went and checked...

... there's actually not a lot of symbolism on this one. The highlights are that the divided grain supply represents the division between the Old and New Testaments, and barley represents heresy which is why it is scorned. (Pretty sure lots of people in the Middle Ages ate barley, but I suppose they preferred wheat.) The symbolism is all "things we learn from the good example of this industrious creature", and the entry quotes Proverbs 6:6 -- I'm not copying it here, because even though I'm pretty sure everyone knows what the animal is, the verse in question does name it, and we have a procedure here.

Anyway, as always, I recommend clicking on the link to CheapSweets's post to see their detailed explanation of their design decisions.

@theforceisstronginthegirl (link to post here) has drawn some ants in their agenda book. I have to admit, I'm not fully sure whether this was meant to be an entry, but you know, there's a picture (with alt-text and everything!) and it's tagged "kengliwa", so in it goes. Honestly I think the highlight here is that they described the creatures in the picture as "scribbles with jobs" which I think is a fun way to describe bugs generally. Very dynamically drawn scribbles too; they're quite expressive.

@pomrania (link to post here) has drawn a strange and adorable critter. It's giving... lizard-squirrel. Squizard. Particularly delighted by the fact that multiple people decided that such an industrious fellow should be wearing tiny clothing. I think the bag with one (1) grain of wheat in it is a nice touch. You just want to root for this little guy, you know? Also it's worth checking out Pomrania's linked post and associated progress post for some interesting steps in the design process for this one.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) continues to deliver beautifully stylized art. They note that they considered rodents, but figured medieval authors would not be nearly this positive about rodents stealing grain, so instead they're lizards. Very good lizards, too! I love the patterning on them and the expressions on their faces. The one on the left scorning the barley is particularly delightful. Coolest-capybara also wonders what the original animal is classified under, if not "beast" -- to which I must say, oddly enough, this one is in with the beasts. I think. Right after this entry is the start of the "birds" section, and right before it is are some various mammals. So either this is the end of the beast section or it's, like, a palate-cleanser in between.

@strixcattus (link to post here) has also given their Kengliwa clothing, but for a very specific reason: as others have noted, the Kengliwa scorning barley because it's "food for beasts" implies that the Kengliwa are not beasts. Therefore, in Strixcattus's interpretation, they're people. Which is indeed the only non-"beast" category of animal that nobody else has mentioned, as far as I can figure. They're darling. Love the one on the right that appears to be chewing on a straw like your stereotypical farmer, except of course the straw is a single seed with like a bit of stalk attached. And I know I always say it, but you need to go read the linked post for this one. Maybe it's just because worldbuilding is my jam, but I'd happily read a lengthy TTRPG supplement about how Kengliwa society operates. They're like... medieval Borrowers who farm lichen and domesticate ants. I want to know everything about this.

Anyway, here's the Aberdeen Bestiary version:

That's right, they're scribbles with jobs!

Seriously, it turns out Theforceisstronginthegirl drew basically a dead ringer for the medieval version. Compare the two; the biggest differences are the medium and the fact that the Aberdeen Bestiary includes a nest.

But yes, they're ants. We all know they're ants.

Which should, as CheapSweets alluded to, be classed in with the worms! (Remember, that's a flexible term in the medieval era... especially since this is a Latin text, so it's vermis, like Modern English vermin.) There is a section labelled De vermibus, and these guys aren't in it! It could have really used them, too; I think the Ant entry by itself is the same length as the whole "worm" section.

Anyway. Hopefully next week's will be less obvious... okay, I just checked, it's barely less obvious. But I would put money on nobody guessing the one that posts on the 19th (though that's a pretty short entry, unfortunately).

#maniculum bestiaryposting #kengliwa

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lullabyes22-blog · 27 days

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In fnf how does jinx feel about being seen so sexual. (Ex. Ch 12 the noxian dude, ch 24 the black guards, etc) does it bother her? At what age did she start to notice it? Does she wish it would it stop or does she not mind it? I started to think that maybe that her being seen so sexual was the reason she started dressing so provocative like maybe it was a way to reclaim power. I’m curious about how she feels about it mentally and how it may unconsciously affect her.

I... don't think Jinx sees herself as sexual all that much. Nor do I find her outfit in the series to be particularly provocative given Zaun's laissez-aller setting (she's not even animated to be titillating - her body language alternates between menacingly shifty or defensively huddled throughout the episodes to highlight that fracturing of self and her attempts to reconcile it into a more cogent persona.)

Jinx began as a very literal Harley Quinn expy + a hat-tip to the Manic Pixie Dreamgirl trope, and Arcane goes out of its way to dismantle that paper-thin caricature by making her grungy, disheveled, ranty, messy, morbid, but also imbuing her body language/expressions with all the fragility/softness of an actual teenage girl - and it works beautifully.

As for FnF - I try to get across the undercurrent of danger that's always present in the setting. Zaun (and Runeterra in general) are not wholesome or welcoming environments for those perceived as vulnerable - and there will always be those who are willing to take advantage of them for their own depraved ends.

Re: the Noxians + blackguards - the former sees Jinx as a conquest, and is demonstrated to be a skeezebag. For him, it's not Jinx's sexiness (or lack thereof) that's the appeal. It's what she represents for Zaun - and his way of debasing it.

Similarly, for the blackguard, it's not Jinx being 'sexy' that attracts his notice (she's grubby, unkempt, holding hands with her dad, and probably looks like a drowned cat with her terrible hairdo.) It's the fact that he perceives her as a vulnerable target, with nobody nearby to assist in her rescue - or so he believes.

Re: Jinx's fashion sense - given Zaun's real-life parallels as sort of a Moulin Rouge + entertainment mecca along the lines of Las Vegas, I doubt Jinx's outfit will get a lot of raised eyebrows (hell, I used to dress in little tank tops and low rise jeans when I was 17-22 also, less for the 'sexy' factor and more because that was the fashion at the time, and it's what I was comfy with wearing.)

Point being: Zaun isn't some Disneyland with suburban pseudo-christian values about modesty. And Silco is not the sort of father figure who will look over disapprovingly at Jinx's miniskirt and go, "Young lady, you are not setting foot outside the door unless you change into something appropriate." Hell, it's more likely he won't notice what she's wearing at all, beyond the impact it has and what statement she's trying to make.

As for Jinx herself - she's been trained to be a certified menace and takes great pride in being able to handle herself (much like her sister.) She knows Zaun is a dangerous place. She also knows that her youth and prettiness make her an appealing target to scavengers with salacious intentions. On the whole, though, she's confident enough in herself (and with Silco's support behind her) to stop a troublemaker in their tracks.

To her, the clothes she wears are simply her way of expressing herself. She's got no plans to 'tone it down' to attract less notice, and if you've got a problem with her sense of style, then hey! It's not her fault your taste is terrible.

(Also LoL Jinx canonically is known to strip in public if cake enters the picture. We stan a messy queen.)

tldr: Jinx is no shrinking violet, and Zaun is no private school with a dress code. It's a city that highlights the extremes of progress, in its setting and character designs, and is one of the few places someone like Jinx feels comfortable with being exactly who she is<3

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #asks #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane zaun

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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GOD

Just finish reading the Rindou request u made and is just 😙🤌🏻 *chef kiss* perfect, I really like the way you write cuz you actuality do a really good story before the smut and it's not too much and not too little, the perfect amount not to make it tiring to read.

So, I was wandering if I can request a Bonten! Sanzu or Ran with a reader who is a killer, like, she is trained to kill and someone hired her to kill someone from bonten or even some of the boys.

Fell free to change my request as you pleased 🥰

Lover, Hunter or enemy ?

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. There's smut, dirty talk, high fucking sexual tension, mention of blood, murder.

Synopsis : the nemesis, him and you have always been like cat and mouse, always at each other's throats. Until he had enough...

Wc : around 8k

The place was beautifully breathtaking. Tiered crystal chandeliers glittering in the soft light, lightening the large ballroom. Crown molding on the high walls, as well as invisible crowns on many of the rich guests heads, the room reeked of aristocracy and hypocrisy.

Standing on one of the curved observation balconies, towering over the dancing men in expensive suits and women in ravishing dresses, the three Bonten executives complained about being there, a ball thrown by one of the dirtiest men Japan had known, who happened to be a Bonten partner. Yet Ran's attention was not exactly focused on what Kakucho and Rindou were saying, instead they were eyeing...

The one true spark of honesty in that entire ballroom...

Honesty never was tied to innocence, through your honest gaze burnt the true, honest intent of murdering him, it had nothing innocent.

At least you were not trying to hide it... and that drew a sadistic grin on Ran Haitani's face.

-" Seriously you two get a room. " Rindou's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and out of his contemplation as well. He smirked at the weary expression of his brother, and the deadpan of Kakucho.

-" I wouldn't mind having her on my bed, unfortunately the only thing that seems to get her hot is seeing my blood flow. "

-" that is kinky even by my standards" Rindou retorted, Ran's eyes drifted back toward you, as they always did.

Truly impressive, was the amount of hostility a woman's body could contain, what was even more surprising was the way you made it reach him, three meters below him.

-" I'm surprised she's still breathing, honestly. By the amount of time she tried to kill you. " Kakucho admitted, earning the attention of Ran who didn't stopped looking at you nevertheless.

-" She's just... Young and dumb. My pretty lamb doesn't truly hate me".

A look of disbelief was shared between Rindou and Kakucho, it was denial itself that drew his blissful smile as he looked at you, leaning against a pillar near the dance floor.

-" She's an assassin, and is hell bent on killing you, do you understand?"

He scoffed at Rindou's sentence, as if he didn't knew.

-" I think the seven times where she nearly killed me did indeed made me understand ".

However, it was not as if you were an everyday enemy...

There, in the middle of the crowd stood you. What they called the bloody princess. For they had known the king, your father, a Yakuza godfather and even worked together, before that one had been mysteriously killed. When you should have grown up and bloomed as a flower, surrounded by all the beautiful things a Yakuza princess should have, well let’s say it was not exactly what happened when your uncle became the new godfather...

Animals, Ran cursed under his breath. through moments like this, when his demons would start anger-roaring, he could not stay still. Quickly excusing himself to a frustrated Rindou and a confused Kakucho, before starting to come down the great staircase, eyes on the prize.

To his great fortune, the dancing crowd seemed to part ways for him, as he slowly made his way to the wild flower, the one watered by blood, a deadly poisoned belladonna.

What a sight for sore eyes, neverthless...

Though you were everything he despised in a woman, violent, heartless, roses were undoubtedly enchanting, especially red ones. Approaching you would always give the “ falling in the spell, in the witch’s lures “ energy, deadly flowers were meant to be the prettiest after all . He could feel how strong your tide was with every step he made, every glance diving deeper, you in that bloody red ball gown.

- “ May I tell you how hideous you look tonight ?”

Your guts stirred just like everytime you heard that voice, the most hypocritical smile one could give stretched your lips as Ran Haitani's shoulder brushed yours, he leaned against the same pillar as you.

-" No, tell me. "

-"...I can't. " He admitted flirtatiously, turning his head fully to look at you. God, does your patience really need to be tested like this? Everytime he smiled, invisible needles were embedded in your skin.

From that close, he could only admire. Light make-up, big eyes, angry gaze and plump lips, he drank in your face before his gaze drifted toward your V-neck, smirking even more as an angry gasp left your lips.

-" My eyes are up here, bastard. "

-" Don't speak" he faced you suddenly, forefinger pressed to your lips earning a frown from you. " You're much prettier that way. "

-" Forgot how charming you can be" after responding, took his finger between your teeth, biting, which only made his smirk widen.

Psycho.

-" No lies, you haven't forgotten an ounce of my grace. "

Ran pulled his finger from your mouth, too busy burning in the fierce of your eyes to even care for his finger. Enough was enough, his proximity was something disturbing, going for that you tried to walk around him to get away, if not for his knee suddenly pressing between your legs, forcing you to stick against the pillar again.

Inhaling sharply, your legs went pressing against each other yet he was faster to part them open again, leaning closer until you could feel his breath hitting your face.

-" Tell me, princess. "

Ran's lips grazed your ear, spreading a smothering wave through your body. How dare he touch you that way, the princess, in front of everyone, he was officially a dead man.

The nickname on his tongue tasted of contempt and reeked of mockery, knee boldly tracing its path up your thigh.

-" did you ever danced with an enemy ?"

A blaze, that's what he encountered when he glanced at your face. Who was he to resist looking at your lips, when they turned reddish from how you pressed them together ?

-" they never live long enough for that. "

Pure scorn, was the laughter leaving his mouth, reducing you to a ball of hatred yearning for his destruction, if only those people were not around...

You knew they had not noticed anything, from afar, it looked nothing more than a man whispering sweet nothings to his woman's ear, you two and the devil were the only witnesses of God knows where his knee was going.

-" The honor is all mine".

-" Don't you d-"

A ragdoll. That is how you looked the minute his hand pulled you by the waist turning your body as if you weighted nothing and engaging in a slow dance. Regaining your composure, your hands flew to his neck, his to your waist. What looked from outside as a man and a woman dancing against each other, was in fact your nails digging deep in his neck's skin, and him gripping your waist so tightly until both of you would leave marks on each other.

- " Once this song's over, you better run. " You'd warned him, lifting your gaze to meet his. Now it was true that he loathed all that you became,raised with guns and bathed in blood, however hell has never been as tempting as the eyes of a young woman scratching the back of his neck.

-" Go 'head, give me more reasons to eat you alive."

Suddenly, your body has been spun around by him, one, two, then three times, eliciting admirative gasps from the crowd around you. He knew you hated attention, you glared at him through your slightly blurry vision when he pulled you back to him, even closer than the first time so your chests were almost crashed against each other.

-" You're stepping on my damn shoe ! Give me space-"

-" You know what they say; keep your friends close and you enemies closer" His hands tightened around your waist even more along with a stretch of his smirk. Ran's eyes drifted toward one of the balconies where he caught his co-workers disapproving eyes on him, making him only smile more.

-" Swear to heaven, I'm gonna rip your skin off your bones inch by inch, Ran fucking Haitani. "

A reserved, masculine laugh left his lips at the same time as he made you spin again, waltzing slowly into the center of the room, retrieving your body once more.

-" You can't keep my name outta your mouth, can you ? How 'bout we find what else of me you can keep in this pretty mouth ?"

-" and catch whatever illness you carry ? Thank you next. "

-" Shhh, what a dirty filthy mouth you've got yourself here, princess. " You loathed nothing more than how that nickname sounded in his mouth, all of a sudden the orchestra took the symphony to its spike, a rhythm more frenzied and Ran let go of your waist but it was shortly cut off.

-" spin me one more time and I'm going to vomit all over your pretty suit. "

Something in your glare must have convinced him you were not joking, which made him take you waist again, ever so harshly.

-" So you think it's pretty ? I was hoping I guessed your favorite color " your nails dug deeper in his neck's skin taking out a breathed chuckle of him against your ear.

-" Pointless, I see red everytime I see you. "

-" Damn " he pulled his head slightly back so both the tips of your noses were grazing each other. " Is that bloodlust or just the last of the latter ?"

No matter what he had already seen from you, seeing you laughing, even sarcastically said, stretched his smile more. His gaze dropped to your lips a few millimeters from his and he had to squeeze your skin even more under his fingers to keep himself grounded.

-" Get over yourself already." Taking the lead, the wildflower's scent invaded his nostrils, your hair against his face while your lips grazed his ear.

Intoxicating, reaching the top of madness in what was a cursed dance in the middle of an oblivious crowd. Unhealthy would be an euphemism, yet every bruise he would leave on your skin, every scratch you would make his neck suffer seeped as sugar coated venom through him.

-" Far be it from me to hurt your ego, Haitani. But you're only one more name on the list. You, your brother, your boss... "

Thanks to years of training and a good anticipation, otherwise you'd probably let out a gasp of surprise and pain, when his nails suddenly digged in your sides. That had nothing to do with a slow dance now, the way he was holding you was even too painful to breath, you scratched his neck even harder, nuzzling your head in his chest while his chin pressed on top of your head.

-" Fix your attitude before I fix it for you. "

Sword words, bruising hold, his usual smile was now water under the bridge. Peering up at him, he was not even looking at you, clenched jaw made you know you found that man's weak spot, his brother, his gang.

A devilish smile curled your lips, the upper hand was yours now. Pressing your body tighter to his, Ran had to grip his anger and loathe as if his life depended on it to ignore your chest's feeling against his torso.

-" is this a threat? "

- " No. " Piece by piece, the alternative universe both of you were into shattered with every last note of the music, until the crowd of dancers began to leave the center of the room. Only there, a fleshy soft texture brushed your cheek, Ran Haitani's lips with every word he said kissed your face, a kiss of death.

No butterflies, just swords of Damocles embedded in your skin. Morbidly romantic.

-" It's a promise. "

•••

The evening was stretching way too far long. Mikey and Kokonoi still were busy discussing business with some partners, Sanzu wouldn't leave his king's side, and no matter how many years they have been practicing, Rindou and Kakucho always found a way to make the conversation drift toward weight lifting.

He needed a break, the only way to smoke a cigarette at events like this was in the restroom, which he did, entering the men's room.

Then it hit him, like his cigarette, his breath been stole from his mouth while a wave of pain stirred his stomach, the impact of a foot making him fall backwards. On the ground, helpless, he could only watch your face blur behind the smoke of his previous cigarette, before reappearing in all its majesty, a smile on your lips as the smoke dissipates.

-" missed daddy already ? " He chuckled, leaning on his elbows behind him and starting to get up, only for you to surprise him with a kick straight to his face, aching through his nerves along with anger waves crashing on him.

Watching you squatting in front of him, throwing the cigarette aside and stepping on it, the only thing he was seeing was red. Clenched jaw and fists, he coveted for your blood, your head.

-" Stand up and keep your promise, man. " You pierced his face with sword-sharp hues. " Fix me. "

Just like that you got up, he did so, quickly wiping the blood out of his nose.

-" Thought I fight the weak ? I don't hit women. "

-" Guess that's not gon' be funny for you " you shrugged, too much for a gentleman, it was another kick that he received in exchange, grunting from pain and holding his neck, leaning forward.

Now you hated, loathed Ran Haitani with the fire of a thousand suns, however that fire seemed to burn passionately when he turned into this, the beast advancing toward you currently, no smile, no tease, a promise of carnage.

Taking you aback, his kick on your stomach seemed even stronger than one of the wooden doors of the toilets, which nearly dislocated as you crashed against it. Pained in the back and abdomen, you hardly steadied yourself, fists in front of you, unfortunately not as fast as to dodge his next punch, knocking you out on the floor.

He was strong, that was not the first time you fought him or tried to kill him, yet his strength never failed to amaze you.

Anger and hatred competed in your eyes, leaning on your hands and knees you looked up at a Ran who was rolling up his sleeves.

Sky would fall on the ground the day he would understand the urges in his body that your sight, bloody, on your knees in front of him, gave. May God forgive him for the way his pants tightened as he leaned and grabbed your hair, pulling a soft grunt from your bloody irresistible lips.

-" Y'know ? You always look so much better when I mark you up. "

Bold from someone who, right after saying how pretty you were got your face pressed to the floor, almost sitting on your back as he pinned you to the ground. You moved as a possessed woman under him, grunting your rage and shame for him to silence.

-" Did'ya forget ? Bitches on the bottom. "

Calm down, only fools rush in. You refused to let him have the best of you, turning your head as best as you could to look at him, straddling you from behind, there you figured out you could actually use the way his lips parted at the sight of your face.

For it was just excruciating to not stare, the bloody princess all submitted under him, her hate-filled eyes only looking at him. Even in your poorest states he still found you deathly attractive.

His calloused fingers glided slowly on your neck's exposed skin, making you inhale louder than what you would've wanted, pushing your hair to the side, mesmerized by your hair locks sliding on your bare shoulder. Perfect timing, you decided. Putting all your bloody strength to switch the positions, now straddling him with each leg on his sides.

-" Who's the bitch now ?"

Drinking in his taken aback expression only a second before a shower of punches fell on him.

- " Who's on the bottom now, huh ?" It was your dignity, flowing out of his face with every punch, staining your knuckles. They hurt, but it didn't matter, it was your father's dead body you saw everytime you looked at him.

-" Give it up already" Two strong hands stopped both of your fists in the air, Ran straightened, now sitting and caging you on his lap, face only inches away from yours.

Damned be the one who opened that restroom's door first, switching from a perfect fancy picture to the God's wrath, the doomed bathed in each other's blood, lips merely brushing against each other with every raging breath they took.

-" I studied your moves " pulling you closer in his lap, he smirked. You adjusted your knees just the right way, and smirked too.

-" Yeah ?" Either was it your out of breath voice, or how you rubbed your hips against his as you tried freeing yourself , one of the them pulled a grunt from his mouth. " Fucking study this. "

Angling your body to the side, your knee hit his chin roughly sending him few inches back. You quickly pulled away from him hearing his growl of pain, a breathed " bitch".

That was the last straw, the one which made all the bridges burn down. The blood he spat contained his last drops of sanity and self control. A demon rised in front of you, making you stiffen in defense, in no time an agonizingly painful stretch coursed through your neck, the impact sending you straight to the ground. With the aching sounds you made, came to hit you the realization that he just kicked your neck, a swift almost acrobatic move. The same foot that was now, getting pressed to your windpipe.

Your eyes widened already struggling to take an air puff, Ran Haitani towered above you , choking you with a foot, lazy eyes boring through your lying shape.

-" I should kill you... I really should... ".

Yet something, about putting an end to that wicked game that has been going for years between the two of you was disturbing. Not seeing your smirk nor those bright eyes whenever he would fail dodging a blow, no more of your sweet perfume invading his nostrils everytime you would try choking him, hearing your jerky breathes the few times your fighting position became more than... A fighting position.

One move away from spilling your poison on that floor, one move away from picking up the venomous flower. A shoe to your throat, all he had to do was pressing his foot. He had you, powerless and surrendering, half-lidded eyes and parted open lips under him, what a thief you were, stealing his attention.

-" Do it. Kill me. " You uttered difficulty, refusing to even touch his ankle to try and beg for your life. Through that colored ring around dilated pupils he searched for fear, submission, only found handfuls and handfuls of challenge, courage and fire.

-" Go... Ahead " you tried again in front of his silence, he frowned. That was not what he had in mind, turned out you were more screwed than what he thought you were, not even caring an ounce for your life.

-" I've got better plans for you. " That was your turn to frown, as he squatted above you, legs on each sides of your body. You took a deep breath finally after he released your throat but that joy was short lived since soon his hand replaced his foot around it, forefinger lifting your chin.

-" Why you so hell bent on killin' me, us ?"

Is he fucking serious ? A scoff left your lips at the thought. Ran saw your face flinching, though he hadn't moved an inch, those pretty eyes lightened by the lamps above your heads closed for meer seconds where he wondered truly, was it possible that inside that wreck they turned you in, some life still existed ? Shortly cut off when you opened them again, since those were no eyes facing him but an iceberg.

-" after years of loyal service to Bonten, your father wouldn't have been happy-"

-" Do not talk about my father. " Hurricane-like voice warned him. " Nor about what he would've liked. "

Purple empty gaze bored into your features, something was off and it only clicked inside his head now. He could not exactly put his finger on it yet he smelled a rat.

-" Let's get something straight, yeah ?" Squeezing, he deprived you of oxygen slightly, eliciting a pained gasp from you. "Tell me what to do once again and I'll make you see, Love, death is the softest thing I can do with you. "

Sucking on your teeth, your fists flew to his sides before he pinned them in a swift gesture on top of your head, thus having you at his complete mercy. If a look could kill, he would probably be lying down lifeless on the ground now from the hostility in your gaze.

-" Your father was a friend of Bonten-"

-" oh, do you kill all your friends ?"

What was it ? That void disappearing from his face, the usual smile faltering ? Why were you seeing a multitude of things flickering in those usually cruelly empty eyes ?

And it clicked, hit him like the sky fell on him so suddenly that he swore he saw flashes of all your fights in front of him. All those years,forging you like a steel weapon, making you throw the crown to hold a sword, all of this so...

A ticking bomb, they made you. Filled you with lies until the day they wanted you to explode.

-" Fuck, this shit's insane ". Slipping into an uncontrolled laughter, you looked at him in disbelief as his state of humor triggered your wrath.

-" I'm gonna fucking kill y-"

-" So that's what they reduced you to? " he cut you off, you frowned. " A heartless machine of killing, this I knew. But I had no idea you were so silly, princess. "

-" What the hell you're talking about ?" Your voice climbed those decibels rather rapidly, Ran drank in your frowning face, still pinning your wrists above your head and holding your throat, then slowly, almost carefully, sat as slightly as he could on your lower half.

Something told you, what was about to come was not going to be funny. It was so out of character, the way his fingers around your throat loosened slightly, the sudden softness in his smile contrasting with the Brighting cruelty in his eyes.

-" we did not kill your father. Surprise !" He faked a chuckle, watching your face turning redder and redder. " Man, you're telling me all these years of cat and mouse were because of a lie your family told you ? I'm almost offended. "

-" I don't believe you. "

No room in you were left to even listening to him, there was not even a second thought in you about it. Why would you consider thinking about the possibility that he might be saying the truth ? He was not, your uncle was pretty sure it was them, who poisoned the godfather, your uncle never made such mistakes.

Your uncle never made such mistakes, a voice inside you bitterly uttered in front of Ran's unimpressed face. Goddamn, he kept that composure almost as if-

No, it couldn't be.

-" As you like " he shrugged. " Whether you believe me or not, that's not gonna change the fact you've been dumb enough to swallow your uncle's lies-"

-" My uncle is not a liar watch your fucking mouth. " Still climbing decibels, that voice was. Ran's smirk stretched, behind that frown of yours, your eyes were droopy, sliding from time to time to the side, distracted, you began letting him inside your head.

-" Oh sweet little thing" sympathy coated face leaned over yours, pressing his weight more on top of you. " Why would Bonten kill your father, if not to take your family business after that ?"

Have you ever wondered how it felt to fall from a cloud ? Painful. Whether you wondered or not, you would never be prepared for the fall, how painful meeting the ground was.

-" Tell me, princess. Who inherited the throne, the mafia, and everything your father left behind after his death? "

Your uncle, he did.

-" Why hasn't a war been declared to Bonten, after they killed his dear brother ?"

'cause Bonten is strong. They told you.

-" Bonten is too strong to be... Taken down by men... "

How you uttered those words as a learned text almost pained him, lost puppy eyes wandering around the room and getting back to him with a frown.

His heart squeezed strangely in his chest.

-" But not by a woman, right ?"

Last straw, before you dived deep into an ocean of memories. Flashes of your teenage self sitting next to your uncle , telling you tales of how the cruel Bonten poisoned your father with Arsenic.

Now that the colors started fading, poison was not one of Bonten's ways...

Pictures of the young girl training all day and until late night, when other girls would be sleeping after a full day of having fun outside.

Blood on your sixteen years old hands, first murder, when his sons were learning how to manage a business.

-" Truth is, all this time you thought you held the gun, while they slowly turned you into a pretty gun in their pockets. "

Yes, falling from a cloud hurts.

Your face expressed so much more than usual, so much that it was hard for him to catch one emotion at once. Wheels were turning at incredible speed inside your head, overheating emanating from you. Oh when all those years he fought you with bullets, when his mouth was the only weapon needed...

-" I... I trust them... My uncle, my cousins."

Why did it sound as a question ? Why were your eyes so pleading ? Why were his eyes softening ? He leaned down, placing another deadly kiss on your forehead.

-" Sweet, naive little girl. Trust if for children, and dogs. You, dear, are a soldier. "

Were. You were a soldier. Now you were no more than the ghost of yourself, lying helplessly under him, not even trying to free yourself anymore. And he watched, Ran watched the life slowly leaving your eyes, color draining away from your stoic face. How intoxicating, that he couldn't keep his hands to himself nor his thoughts on a leash, with you lying still looking pretty under him...

Too lost, too numb. You started feeling dizzy, every thought sounding too incoherent for your brain,not even fighting the man who was brushing away hair strands from your face. You simply bored your eyes into his amethyst hues, judging wether you should give it a chance or not.

No, too late, you already let him inside your head. Now he was messing with every belief you've ever had, Ran Haitani knocked down all foundation your life has been built on,making sure he was the only solid thing around you.

To break, to forge.

-" Now, I could kill you... You uncle has been throwing dirt on our name, after all. "

Numb, you wished he would just stick a dagger in your heart, open it from the inside for it kept contracting too painfully, yet something in his trailing tone made you think that was far from happening...

Pushing his knee between your thighs, thanks to the bold slit of your red dress, his leg went up until it brushed against your crotch, making your breath hitch all of a sudden. He smirked, lips placing the ghost of a kiss on your neck, just above your pulsing point, as if whispering to your skin.

-" On the other hand, these walls are pretty thick. Probably no soul would hear if I took you, here on this floor. "

Mimicking his words, his knee began rubbing against the fabric of your underwear just as your body stiffened. You tried your best not to make a single sound, keeping your eyes on his while his lips kissed your skin down until reaching your plunge cleavage, resting on your heart.

God, what was it that was wrong with you ? What in hell was that heat building in your lower half ? Why haven't you ever noticed how eye-catching he looked ?

Some of those pulled back hair strands were falling on his eyes now, a smile adorning those pretty lips. And even though that face was blood-stained, it was painful to try keeping your gaze off of him.

-" I could just, fuck you dumb right here. Yeah ?"

Not a sound, you promised. He wanted and chased your fear, what a shame if he knew there was only yearning inside you. Keeping your composure, you stared emptily into his eyes, before a particular thrust of his knee right against your clit, made you arche your back on that floor.

The floor of a men restroom, in the middle of a ball, both stained with each other's blood, his lips sucking on your chest's skin marking you as he pleased.

Talk about lust, how destructive and refreshing was it for him to see you throw you head back, exposed neck and throat and parted lips as he felt the fabric of your underwear dampening against his knee. His pants were suddenly tighter, desire coursing through his veins, urges long kept tied were now unleashed, free to act.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty with my hand 'round your throat... "

And it felt good, damn how you hated that it felt good, you despised yourself for feeling this when your entire life has been shaken upside down, must be the trauma or something, but you could not focus on anything else than Ran's hands holding your throat and his leg between your thighs.

Until it crashed down on you, when he stopped every friction he was so willingly giving you and released your neck. The cold air suddenly wrapped around you while he stood up, pulling his sleeves down and smiling toward your lost face as you leaned on your elbows.

-" But I'm not taking advantage of this, your poor state. "

It eventually took the best of him, but he convinced himself not to ruin everything. Yes, ruin, years of yearning and fantasies for you, his nemesis. And though he hated you from the very bottom of his rotten heart, you still were there, in his heart, no matter the type, hate or not, you still had a place.

That was not the best place, nor the best timing for this. Ran always wanted your fierce, not only on his sword, or on his hit list, but next to him. He always felt like what you had was what he was missing, and he knew the best things in life take time.

-" This doesn't mean anything" you started standing up the moment he turned his back to you, thus missing his smirk. " I still don't trust you. "

- " Remember, pretty? Trust is not for soldiers " he scoffed grabbing the door handle, you narrowed your eyes and tightened your fists, what was preventing you from killing him right there ?

-" if I find out that you lied, I'll chase you down. "

Not the least intimidated or impressed by your relentless tone that would shake thousand of men, he peered at you over his shoulder, cold and smirking, as always, as you hated him, as you preferred him.

-" You can pretend all you want, Love. We both know I'm the first one to actually care for you. The first one who got that rotten heart thumping. "

Opening the door was like stepping into another version of reality, where everything was fine, as if paradise and hell did not just collided in a secluded room.

-" You know it's always gonna be me. You can deny it, run from it... We're bounded by bloodlust. "

Bloodlust, or just the last of the latter?

-" You and I are fated to be together. "

•••

Fated, yes, he believed every word of him. He was so sure that one day, you would eventually come back to him. Only, who could have anticipated that this day would come so soon?

The night was cold, numb. His chest empty and insignificant, just as the girl he drove with him home that night. She kept clinging on him as her lifeline and teasing him until he took her home, task completed for her.

The night was dull, grey.

Until it turned red, like your bloodshot eyes.

His keys fell to the floor the minute he spotted you, standing next to the floor to ceiling window of his apartment. Tokyo's night lightening your impassive face, hands on your pants pockets, staring right through his eyes.

A multitude of questions assaulted him, and the first was not even how did you got there, since he knew no door resisted you.

But as he was about to ask, now standing in the middle of the living room thus only few steps from you, his fling of the night interrupted him.

-" Don't tell me... You're married ?"

You would've scoffed, laughed even, if your head was not caving down. Instead, you watched him ignoring his plaything, eyes solely focused on your shape.

-" Leave. "

That was you, the assassin. You had commanded the woman, taller than you as you approached both her and Ran. To be honest it would not surprise you if she was some model, tall, slim, and she had that thing, the look screaming « I'm better bitch».

Except that, on the verge of uttering a scathing retort, raising her manicured hand towards you, your reddened eyes or your murderous gaze made her immediately get off her high horse. She felt it, the madness emanating from you, and Ran felt it too. There has been only few days since he made you realize everything, and you haven't been more than the shell of rage since then.

-" You heard her. Leave. "

An offended gasp left the " model's " mouth, seconds were spent while she incredulously looked at Ran for any sign of joke, yet she was forced to give it up when his gaze didn't even left you to meet her once, and left both of you alone.

Immediately, Ran got closer to you, always so drawn to his wildflower. He studied your face, bloodshot eyes highlighting your eye color, pink swollen lips, reddened tip of nose.

You had cried.

You were bewitching.

And drunk.

-" princess... " He started, his meer voice plunged you back into that night, where you wished for him to kill you when he only ripped your heart open.

-" Why didn't you killed me when you had the chance to ?"

Seriously ? From all the questions you could've asked, that was the one going through your mind ? Straight to the point, he must admit.

-" Why letting me alive ?"

-" You know why. "

No you didn't know.

Or maybe did you ?

Was " why " the way he looked at you now ? Was " why" the way he truly had your heart thumping?

It was too overwhelming, from the alcohol on your blood to the thoughts running wild in your head for days, Through the gentleness his hand rested on your cheek with.

You needed to understand, explanations, and he seemed to be the only one who could give them to you.

Then it hit hard, he was the only one who never lied to you.

Expectantly, your eyes urgently bored into his which to be honest could have startled him, so much emotion...

-" I... I don't understand. After everything I did for him, I did everything he asked me to do, I protected him, I cared about him. I shared dad's money and power with him, and yet... I did everything he asked me Ran, I promise-"

-" Shhhh, it's okay. "

Which strength you talked about which hatred which enemy, when a simple break in your voice and a glisten in your eyes urged him to pull you flat against his chest, arms wrapping around you so tightly that he could have crashed you.

God you hated him, hated how strong and comfortable his arms were, how safe you felt, collapsing against him.

So safe...

-" He ordered you to kill. To destroy, create chaos. " Your head nuzzled in his neck, his words being a painful stab that you needed,his arms being an armor to help you take it.

-" he manipulated and twisted your will, turned you into a weapon. Wanted to use you to fight his fights for him. "

How twisted, his heart ached in his chest feeling your wet tears against his neck, however a smile stretched his lips, how cursed.

-" He slashed his road toward power, and then, when he'd have everything he wanted and even more, he'd toss you aside like a puppet that outdated its usefulness. Nothing more, nothing less. "

Hurting, his words were creating holes in your chest, but as you went to pull away from him, his arms held you tighter, as if to crash every bone of you and him together.

-" Is that... what i was to him ? A pawn on his game the whole time ?" As you voice turned huskier, you tried hiding it with a sarcastic laughter, but he knew better.

-" What have I been doing with my life... "

For the first time it hurt, usually the only thing that would make him feel that way was anything related to Rindou. And there he was, holding his enemy, taking you to his couch so he could sit and pulling you on his lap, watching as you fell there as a limp doll.

Only there Ran figured out, he hated your family. Not for making you nearly kill him, not for pushing you into a war against Bonten, but for trying to extinguish that flame in your eyes. And he would never admit it, maybe not even to himself, but an oath bloomed in him, a promise of bringing down whoever did this to you.

The only one allowed to hurt you, was him.

His enemy, you were. Enemy, or not, whatever, you were his.

-" Now now, don't waste your tears on these motherfuckers, c'mon, I've known you stronger than this. " Calloused fingers flew to your cheek, wiping away those tears and giving you his lazy smile.

Why was it that you didn't wanted to wipe that smile away anymore ?

-" not everything is lost. Me, on the other hand can help you without expecting anything in return. Well only one thing I want from you, you ".

Slightly pulling your head back, you frowned. You ? Did it meant...

-" All of you, what's under the blood and the kicks. "

-" how do I know you won't backstab me once I'm no longer useful ?"

His smile widened, Ran pressed his forehead against yours, gaze falling on your lips.

-" Easy. Did I ever went as far as to actually kill you ?"

Hesitantly, you shook your head.

-" And... " Slowly, as grazing, his hands left your cheeks to rub your sides over your shirt, then caressing your skin under that one. " they've been feeding you of lies for years. Daddy's the only one stabbing you with the truth. On the front, quick, painless. "

You could feel it, feel him seeping through your pores as poison. Yet he felt the same with your lips so close to his and your soft skin under his fingertips, taking you in like psalms at the church.

-" Now tell me, gonna let daddy make you feel good ? "

Gulping down, you looked through his eyes and saw you,with no etiquette, no judgment, no expectation. Just you, raw and desire, and though he, what you two had was the most twisted thing God had ever cursed the earth with, the way he saw you was the purest thing ever.

It only took a nod for you to have his lips on yours.

Ran Haitani tasted as Gin and juice, hard, rough, with the right amount of softness for your poor state. Your soft lips against his felt like grasping the moon, a yearning of years and now, he could not just get enough.

As your tongues met each other in a frenzied dance, your hands found his shoulders to grip onto, accidentally grinding your hips against his, he lost it.

The next thing you knew, he was in top of you while you were lying under him on that couch, clothes all discarded except for your panties.

And there she was, his life's main problem, laying raw, naked for him to take.

-" What ?" You inquired in a scoff. " Never seen a naked woman ?"

-" Shit, just can't believe I almost killed this, you. "

You chuckled. He pinned your hands above your head, began sucking on your tits, driving both of you crazy. He adored how soft your breast was on his mouth, how you claimed to hate him when you were now grinding your hips against him, so much that soon enough, both your panties and his clothes have been tossed down.

Needless to say, naked Ran Haitani had nothing vulnerable without his expensive suits. Just as imposing, almighty, every muscle, scar played on his team to make him one of the most handsome men to ever graze your eyes.

Parting your legs, his tongue licked a stripe along your folds, only for you to shake your head and close your thighs making him frown.

-" want you inside already, Ran, can't wait... "

-" Yeah ? Then you better take it, princess. Gonna carve my fucking name inside this pretty pussy. "

-" Just do it already !"

Ran chuckled, breathing a " needy, indeed".

A breath that, nevertheless, has been stolen from his throat the moment he slided inside you.

There.

-" Fuck, you feel perfect-"

He stretched you to not point, the burn being quite pleasurable for you.

Where one plus one made one, a raw poem in the middle of discarded clothes and cursed pasts, Ran's broad shoulders towered above you, placing kisses along your neck. Intoxicated, heat waves crashing against his core, lost in your presence, just in your existence he dived deep.

And he knew how venomous you were, once again a flower watered by blood and lies, but God, he has been taking sips of that poison since years, smiling to each death threat you made, thus it felt like home, you felt like home, warm, comfortable.

-" So good, Ran... Just so good... " You cried out when his thumb reached out for your clit to draw circles over the nerve bund, with each movement clenching harder around him and sending him to cloud nine.

-" Right, love ? Such a pretty slut for daddy's cock, aren't ya ?"

Your eyes rolled back as he leaned against you, taking you lips in his just for the sake of it.

Well, maybe has it been for your glossy eyes and wet lashes, maybe for your chest brushing against his while you arched your back, all he knew was that looking at you was as sweet as torture, as a drug, with each sip even more infatuated though he saw no other way to possibly have more.

More, he was obsessed by more of you.

-" Look how good you take it... You're a goddamn t... A goddamn trap, know this ?"

What you were saying could not even be considered as words, you were so close to your high that everything you could utter were uncontrollable moans, your hands tried grabbing anything, but his hand around your fists only tightened, no way you would keep yourself grounded by anything, he wanted you dumb for him by the end of this.

-" my pretty girl's only gotta remember my name by the end 'f this... Daddy's gon' make the pain better. I, shit, I promise. "

And finally, your abdomen contracted while reaching your high, though he knew his words would fall to deaf ears, he still went for your ear to whisper them, his other hand pressed to the visible bulge on your lower belly.

-" feel this ? Told ya, you and I are bounded-" he stopped in his tracks, feeling a knot in his balls tightening, the sight of your soft breasts bouncing with each thrust, your fucked up face and breathed moans did not help, really.

-" From now on, what hurts you, hurts me... "

Was he really about to go through a war for the woman he has been fighting since years? Only because she had given him her true self ?

Was Ran Haitani about to turn that whole mafia upside down just because of those pretty eyes staring at him ?

-" For you, I'd take their lives. "

Apparently, yes.

If they asked you what was Ran Haitani to you ?

Lover, hunter, or enemy?

Note : sorry love, I really really didn't liked this one, kinda felt like I screwed it up so I'm not at all confident with this...

#bonten ran #ran haitani #ran smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev fluff #bonten smut #bonten x reader #enemies to lovers #tokyo revengers x you

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winns-stuff · 11 months

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Hi,hello! Not sure if you remember me, but I'd submitted some asks and brought up discussion topics in this blog way back then! I'm back from the dead after an exasperatingly long school year and some other daunting crap!Hope you're doing fantastic!🧡❤️💜💖

I saw that thread of beyonce's beautiful pink gown and thought about how I would've designed a dress for persephone's wedding . I did some digging and found a drawing I'd painted earlier this year inspired by lore olympus and RS's long- discontinued gothic-neovictorian comic "the doctor foxglove show".

The flowers are asphodels to represent persephone and I feel like the gothic traditional regal vibe would fit her nicely.

I also have other ideas that unfortunately I'm not gonna translate into drawings anytime soon 'cause of a bunch of other stuff I'm busy with

So I'm afraid you're gonna have to use your imagination.The wedding dress doesn't have to be white( how they made demeter "force" perse's dress to be white to further antagonize her and STILL ended up drawing persephone in a white dress anyway is still beyond me tbh )her symbols could beautifully be incorporated into her dress .

Exhibit 1:a "portrait of madame x" black outfit with a bat wing-like two part cape(her sacred animal:bat) that is bejeweled with black pearls and diamonds and smokey quartz ,the tiara in that portrait is a reference to diana the roman goddess of the hunt AKA artemis,so it could be a nice tribute to her friendship with artemis in the comic .

exhibit 2: a fully bejeweled gown made out of her symbolic gem stones:Lepidolite, Rhodochrosite and Smoky Quartz, signifying her marriage to the god of wealth(I know she's meant to be anti -capitalist but the comic doesn't follow through with it so ...)the sleeves or other parts (like dress layers)could take the shape of the flower petals of asphodel or Narcissus. Maybe a jewel faux- lily crown too. Along with rubies and spinels to form the shape of pomegranates all over the whole fit.

Exhibit 3:an elegant coat-like dress made out of deer (her own sacred animal)and black ram (hades')and fur . It would be a good nod to the fur coat hades gifted her in S1 and the underworld is cold too so why not(holy ginger snaps I just realized how impractical her official queen outfit is! Like we've been told in that episoide that underworld is cold and yet persephone's dress is sleeveless!girlie's freezing!) Also pearl/alabaster-made faux deer horns could be sprouting from her back like wings

Exhibit 4:a feathery dress as a tribute to her sacred animal:parrots most of the dress could be a nice shade of green with some red and yellow feathers which would be common colors for a parrot and also the color of the bridal dresses for ancient greek and roman noblewomen .

Exhibit 5:Like I said red and yellow /gold were bridal dress colours for greeks and romans,what other things are red and yellow?!wheats and tulips! Demeter's symbols!this could've very well been a sweet tribute from daughter to mother ! Imagine a multi -layered flower gown with deep scarlet and black petal-shaped fabrics to look like tulips and a multi-layered veil to match!!! And then imagine golden embroidered threads in the shape of wheat branches and golden wheat shaped necklace and earrings too! And an emerald ,olivine and topaz choker in the shape of a gecko(demeter's sacred animal)

Of course one could also go ham and just combine all these ideas together and make a maximalistic, artsy,chaoticly gorgeous outfit.I personally like it because it could be a symbol of how playful and fun spring is but also how unpredictable and strange death is!I feel like if rachel took her time and didn't rush things she could give us something extraordinary!!!!!!

As always I hope this ask finds you in good health! Bye bye🌹☘️💖💜🎀💚🌺🌸❤️💕🧡👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

I remember you! I’m so glad to have you back! Your design is so beautiful by the way and honestly it’s very easy on the eyes too! I could see Persephone wearing something like that and also I’m honestly gushing about all of your exhibits because they’re so sweet and I absolutely love the detail you put in them. The tributes would’ve made the dress not only memorable but also very impactful to her character since Persephone was always supposed to be a more family oriented person (at least in season one when was characterized to be most comfortable with physical touch and around people) and it really would’ve showed us how strong her relationships have become over the past seasons, her friends are really just accessories at this point and they’re only brought up when it’s convenient. Hell even some signifying detail about Hades’ details would’ve been romantic like if they both wore parts of each other’s sacred animals or something like you incorporated, Hades never wears anything to represent Persephone and yet Persephone is supposed to be the one wearing dark colors now it’s just so one sided honestly.

But enough rambling, this was honestly such a sweet ask and I absolutely loved going through all of your ideas! They were genuinely so sweet and I hope everything is going great for you! <3

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus

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yellowsugarwords · 11 months

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cool to know! maybe ericson kids react to their SO’s baby pictures? that was the first thing that came up on my mind for some reason

THIS IS PRECIOUS

Marlon: Marlon smiled as he wandered up to Y/N. They had finished their chores early and was perched in their favorite spot - the tire swing - and were flipping through a book in their lap. “Find something good?” Y/N smirked and turned to him, feet swinging absentmindedly. “Definitely. Wanna see?” Marlon propped an arm up on the top of the swing, leaning in, spotting the pictures scattering every page. “Woah, what is this?” “My baby pictures. My parents must have left it here with me. But, you know how the headmaster was with personal effects.” Marlon rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yes, I do.” He smiled, brushing his finger across their young face in one of the pictures. “What were you doing here?” It was an image of Y/N in the living room, a collection of toys scattered around her. “I was hosting a tea party for my stuffed animals and my Barbies. It was very posh.” Marlon laughed. “I can tell you the dress code.” Y/N groaned and placed a hand over their eyes. Their clashing outfit was definitely not it. The two chuckled and sat, flipping through photos, Marlon teasing Y/N for their terrible fashion choices for the next few hours to come.

Louis: Louis couldn’t help it, but his first reaction was to laugh. He slipped the picture out of Y/N’s hands and stared at it in awe. Y/N was sat in a bathtub, bubbles on the top of their head, in their hands, and all over their body. They were grinning, only a few teeth visible. “Hey!” Y/N called, trying to snatch it back, but Louis lifted his arm up high and craned his neck to continue looking at it. “Wow. Guess you’ve always been adorable, huh?” “Stop it!” Y/N said through chuckles, jumping and attempting to snag it. They were giggling with red cheeks, flustered and embarrassed at Louis being able to see it. Louis just grinned ear to ear. Maybe he could convince Y/N to let him keep it. It was too precious.

Violet: Violet jumped in front of Y/N who was just leaving their watch shift. Y/N raised a brow her way. “What?” They sounded hesitant but Violet simply chuckled. “I found something for you.” Before Y/N had a chance to ask any questions, she pulled the photo album out from behind her back; Y/N’s name was beautifully embroidered on the front with rainbow strings. Y/N’s eyes widened and she dropped her bow, accepting the book into her hands. “Oh my God,” they hushed. Y/N couldn’t believe they had it. That it was here. That it was still here. Y/N looked up and ginned. “Come, we need to look through it together.” There, until it grew dark, the two sat on the front steps of the school flipping through Y/N’s captured childhood memories. “Oh my God, what are you doing?” Violet asked, pointing to an image. Y/N’s face was smeared with chocolate cake, sitting in their high-chair, confused as they stared into the camera. “It was my Dad’s birthday.” Y/N responded with a grin, and the two burst into a sweet laughing fit.

Mitch: Mitch smirked as he wandered into the music room, catching Y/N curled over a book. “What are you reading?” He asked, startling Y/N. They jumped, slapping the book closed. That’s when Mitch saw it: the embroidered words “Y/N’s photos” sewn into the fabric cover. Mitch paused, then smiled tenderly, no longer a teasing grin. “Where did you find that?” Y/N hesitated for a moment. “In one of the storage rooms. My parents must have left it here for me when they dropped me off.” Y/N turned their attention back to the book. That felt like a lifetime ago. Mitch sat down beside them, popping open the cover. “Uh-” Before Y/MN could fight it, it was too late. Mitch was swimming the pages, smiling and chuckling to himself. “Look at you,” he said softly, brushing his fingers over a picture of Y/N in the front yard, attempting to shovel snow with a shovel three times their size. “How adorable.” He said it under his breath unintentionally, but Y/N turned to him, cheeks rosy and heart full.

Aasim: Aasim wandered up beside Y/N, sitting down beside them at the bench and peering over their shoulder. Y/N jumped, originally going to smack the book closed, but stopped when she realised who it was. “Oh,” they sighed. Aasim gave a tender grin their way, assuring them nothing was wrong. “What are you looking at?” “My childhood pictures.” Y/N said, sliding the book between the two of them. One by one, Y/N started going over the stories behind each photo. “This was my Mom’s 40th birthday party. And this was when I had to get my appendix taken out and I was messed up on drugs.” Y/N chuckled to themselves. “My Dad thought it was too funny to not take a picture. He told me down the line that it’s ‘a memory I won’t remember, but now that I can’t forget’.” Y/N giggled. Aasim loved seeing them so happy and full of life. It was as if their childhood was gradually returning to them, one image at a time.

Ruby: Ruby smiled as Y/N approached the bench from the front school doors, beaming from ear to ear. “What happened?” Ruby asked, sliding her book to the side and patting the open bench spot next to her. “You won’t believe what I found in storage.” Y/N set the book down and Ruby’s eyes widened. “No way.” “Way!” Y/N beamed. “I can’t believe my parents left this here.” Y/N eagerly sat down, and opened to the first few pages, grinning and tracing their fingers over the images, as if trying to soak up each memory. “Oh my god you were so cute.” Ruby said, her cheeks warm. They were so precious. So adorable. It reminded Ruby of a simpler time. Of a time of innocence. A time before the world ended.

Omar: Omar smiled as he wandered up to Y/N. They were mesmerized by something on the table. A book of some kind. “Hey,” he said, sliding up beside them. Y/.N turned and grinned, sliding the large book between the two of them. “Check it out. These are my baby pictures,” they chuckled as they flipped the page. The next two pages were a slew of photos of Y/N in the kitchen, attempting to bake with their mother. The photos got progressively messier, flour scattering every inch of Y/N and the kitchen. Omar smiled, holding the pages to keep Y/N from turning just yet. “This is so cute. You were practically a professional chef.” Y/N chuckled. “I look it, don’t I?” They spent the rest of their afternoon flipping through memories, chuckling and sharing backstories.

Brody: Brody peeked over Y/N’s shoulder, watching them flip through an old photo album that had been hiding in one of the back storerooms. She grinned, touching Y/N’s shoulder gently. “Hey, what’s this one?” She said, hoping to get Y/N to stop madly flipping past the ‘embarrassing pages’. Brody’s finger landed on a picture of them in their backyard, sitting on the ground, sticking their whole head into a bucket in their small, plastic sandbox. “Why are you rushing past these? They’re adorable.” “They’re embarrassing.” Y/N said with a weak chuckle. “I look so silly,” “You’re a kid,” Brody contested with a chuckle. Her cheeks were pink from being allowed to see such precious moments from Y/N’s life. “That’s the best time to be silly.” They locked eyes and smiled, the sudden embarrassment Y/N felt, washing away.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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fastwiemagie · 1 year

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Come on a little day trip with me!

Sometimes during summer we always visit our distant relatives who beautifully renovated my maternal grandma's childhood home. The couple who lives there now is so sweet and they also have a bunch of adorable cats!! So, it's always a good time when we visit them.

They made sure to preserve parts of the original structure, for example the foyer's stone floor is still using the original floors that were laid down inside the entrance of the farmhouse! Their builders excavated all the stones, cut them to the same thickness (they were all wonky beforehand) and carefully replaced them in the same pattern (marked beforehand). The living room includes the wall that used to be in the cow's quarters. (There was an addition made.) I love all the old and original details that have been preserved and lovingly enhanced!

For day trips I always like to come prepared and lay all my things out on the table, so I can see that I've though of everything and will want for nothing! For this little trip I'm going both ways per train, so I brought things to keep me entertained on my journey as well.

Unfortunately I only found little sleep before this particular trip and used my train journey for napping instead of knitting or reading... but well, I was prepared at least!

[id] Pic 1: A spread of things that could be needed for a day trip: a light purple backpack to store all the things in, a purple triangle scarf with fringe and a braided decoration, a golden crocheted shrug, a pair of golden coloured heart earrings on a piece of cardboard with an ear printed on it, a light blue pouch with a raccoon on it (has a lil hairbrush in it), a pastel-turquoise and white coloured scarf with a geomgetrical pattern on it, as well as flowers and butterflies, a dark green tote with silver coloured foerst animals and mushrooms printed on it (containing knitting stuff), a big water flask with a galaxy print on it in purples and pinks, a pouch with a very light pink fabric on top and white curdoury with red flowers at the bottom (holds granola bars and candy - think emergency snacks!), a green patterned chubby pouch, a slim dark green pouch, a schedule that says "Der Wille war da, aber ich hab ihn wieder weggeschickt" (translated from the german: "the will was here, but i've sent him away" which was a funny christmas present from my mum, a folded up fan and a novel ("The long earth" by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter) You can also see a sand-coloured little shoulder bag, the perfect addition to store vablubles in combination with the big backpack for all the other stuff. [/id]

[id]Pic 2: A close-up of a young, fat, white woman with glasses and a long brown braid sitting on a train. You can see multiple dark-blue covered chairs behind her, like they are typically found on trains. It's a bit chilly thanks to the train's air conditioning and thus the woman is wearing the golden crocheted shrug over her pink-and-purple dress. In the close up you can also see her bronze-coloured pentagram necklace. [/id]

[id] A young, fat, white woman with glasses and a long brown braid over her shoulder is posing happily in her relative's garden. The picture of her is mirrored, so she seems to be posing with her identical twin and the part of the house visible behind her forms into a little cottage. She's wearing a long handmade dress, made from pink (a colour like raspberry icecream) and bright purple linen. The purple bodice has silver metallic thread in the fabric and the pink skirt part (which is cut like a circle skirt, but without the pointy bits cut off) has golden metallic threads. You can't really see them well in the picture, only some shine and glinting to the dress. The pink skirt has a purple cotton underskirt. You can see she's wearing a necklace but don't really recognize what kind. Cream/sand-coloured sandals with cut-out details in the leather strips finish off the outfit. [/id]

#handmade #diy #sewing #handmade fashion #plussize fashion #linen is love #linen clothing #thrifted fashion #flat lays #image described #fashion described #image description #make clothes fit you #make clothes that make you feel cute

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march2nd · 6 months

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HOPE

chapter V - HOPE next

remember when i said i will have finished part I by the end of the year? i lied,,,

tw: canon typical violence, mentions of psychological distress, reader is still a minor in this chapter!

word count: 960

Next day's morning you have reached the outskirts of the Capitol. You didn't get enough sleep last night and it shows. After you have finished watching the Games and went back to your room you found another video materials stacked on your bed. It left you wondering - who have put them there. The learning materials consisted of basic first aid videos and information you found surpassingly helpful - like how to treat knife wounds. Needles to say you have only slept for two or three hours before you were woken up by Wiress. You haven't interacted with her at all but she was kind to you even though she has seen through your lies.

At breakfast you couldn't concentrate well and did not participate in the conversation, preferring to focus on eating and getting some sweets for later. The sun rays illuminated the dining car creating a beautiful scene - people dressed beautifully, chatting and eating as much as they wanted to. A scene with so much contrast to the ordinary life in the Districts. Beetee and Wiress are probably used to this kind of life by now, having lived it most of their lives. Not mentioning your District Escort, originating from the Capitol who is yet to show up - but she does not seem to care at all. You are pouring yourself a fruit juice when you notice Xavier drinking something way better.

"Is it hot chocolate?" You ask with your eyes wide. "Can I have some?" You are very excited as it reminds you of your home. Taking the hot cup in your hands you think about the old times, when your father was more than just a fading memory. You take a sip of it. It is much sweeter than you remember, not drinking it for ages and eating less sweets in general has changed your taste buds. It's deep taste brings you back to the time when your family was richer than average and not broken. But those times will never come back and your mother and sisters are going to sink into more misery soon. The others still chat and you cannot tell what's the topic. You need to close your eyes for a moment to feel better.

Squeezing your eyes shut you loose yourself in your own thoughts. You can't bring yourself to hate Beetee and Wiress. They haven't brought any tribute home but it is not exactly their fault. Kids from your district are always considered as an easy pray. Maybe they are better nourished than those from the outer district but they always seem to lack that wild spark in them and in general they are the ones that consider themselves dead first. They never seem to score much in their presentations or stand out during the interviews. Your Districts boring theme and untalented stylists don't help in making you favorites even among your own people in Three. The best they can wish you is quick death as they got their fingers burned once to many times - when someone seems to be brilliant and design intricate plans they end up butchered up like animals few days later.

What breaks you out of your trance is the brutal comment you hear. "Being absolutely honest with you two, I would say Xavier has a higher chance to survive than our usual tributes," says Beetee adjusting his glasses. "That is, if he manages to install some traps and not get ambushed in the process." You begin to be furious as this is blatant discrimination of you. You want to stand up and start a fight but you try your best as not to show your true feelings, instead you are clenching your fist and digging up nails in your palm. "The boy can fight and is smart and you can help stay alive. I'm sorry but the best solution here is you two team up and then split as not to fight each other," he looks genuinely sad, which surprises you - just a second ago he confessed that he seems you as not more than a needed sacrifice.

"But —" You breath in and breathe out. "What if I have a better idea?" They look at you with curiosity. You don't have any idea what to say but suddenly everything goes black. You have to make something up quickly, but this one time Capitol seems to be your savior. You are entering it through the tunnel and everything is very loud in the carriage.

The Capitol emerges by the end of the tunnel and it is truly breathtaking. It is grand and majestic, with the buildings reaching the clouds. You have never seen anything like that and the water reflecting the city makes the scenery even more beautiful. If not for the people who live there you could imagine it as heaven. You and Xavier are glued to the glass until the train stops. You have reached your final destination and some people are waving to you from the platform. You shyly wave back overwhelmed and shocked by their unusual hair, clothing and mannerism. Unfortunately for you two, when another train enters the station the people seem to lost interest in you as they hurry to meet up other tributes which they deem to be more desirable - Careers. You have to win those people somehow as you know how crucial they and their gifts are. You know that you are meeting with your stylists later today. They have to make you look like a goddess. Until then you have to come up with the plan you will share with Xavier and your mentors. You begin to despite that boy, as everything seems to come easy to him.

NOTES:

WHAT IF I CHANGED NARRATION TO 1ST PERSON? wild thought ehehe (pls let me know what do u think)

tag list: @randomgurl2326, @meri-soni-meri-tamanna

#finnick odair #finnick x reader #forget me not #the hunger games #fluff #angst #xreader

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hyasynthia · 10 months

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A maiden, forlorn (SFW) (Part 1)

This is my first time writing anything here on Tumblr! Please let me know if anything is wrong, misspelt etc. Was pretty inspired by @bucketsofmonsters so all credit goes to them for the forest sacrifice ideas! I just wanted to write my own spin on it, and try out writing too. <3 (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3) TW: Blood/Injury, thoughts about rape, thoughts of death, sacrifice

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“Please Mama, please let me free” I called out, as my wrists were pinned up and tied to the large stone slab by the silent women.

“Please, Mama..” She turned around, and I could see tears streaming down her face. She made no moves to walk closer to me but kept a distance. I looked at her and felt heavy tears fall off my chin. “My sweetling, I am so sorry. But it has to be done. You were chosen, and such is the way.” “I know Mama, but please I- I don’t want to die..” I thrashed against my bindings, the priestesses now finished with the procedures.

I had been woken at moon-high, early in the morning, and been transported to the temple, where I had been plucked and pampered, and dressed up as a doll. The elegant gold jewellery lay heavy as prison chains around my neck, wrists and head. were it not for my forlorn face and salty cheeks, I would have looked my most beautiful.

Suddenly, she rushed forth, and tenderly brushed my cheeks, pressing a kiss between my eyes, before she was whisked away by the priestesses. “I love you! Remember that! Think of that only at the end! ” She continued to yell, but her words were dampened by the wind and the ever-growing distance.

The location that I had been placed in hadn’t seemed quite as remote as when the priestesses had been here, as well as Mama. But now, lying down on the stone slab to relax my neck, barely seeing the grey sky above showed a different kind of loneliness. We had hiked for several hours before seeing the sacrificial slab, no one would come back for me. The tall pines swayed back and forth, and the wind became a sombre howling. Imagine if no one came. Not even the forest guardian she was being sacrificed to. First: I thought. First, I would become thirsty beyond recognition, If it didn’t rain, which it was bound to.. judging the darkening sky. Then hunger would rise, and the elements would wear me down. It is autumn, after all, and winter will quickly arrive. Maybe I’d last a day or two before the forest predators would arrive. Wolves, bears, carrion birds. Tied down, she would be an easy meal for any forest dweller.

There were also said to be men who lived in the woods. There would be a worse fate than those the animals would give me. The predators would only kill her for their own hunger, they would need me to survive, to feed their young, to live another day. The men, wouldn’t kill me for a long time, keeping me alive in my body, but they would kill my will to live, and kill my soul, not before tarnishing it black.

I closed my eyes. I was at least rewarded the kindness of having a sheepskin under my back, which gave me warmth from the stone below. My dress gave me little, with its fluttery delicate white fabric, and its low neckline. I was a maiden, per the sacrifice always had to be, and the dress, clean and lithe, was meant to portray that to the world.

Time ticked by, and the sky was lit by a plethora of shimmering stars, and a fat moon hung heavy above. The forest was thick and old, but above the sacrificial site was a small patch of open sky, which illuminated the slab, and lit up my sacrificial dress beautifully. I sighed loudly, the first sound I had made in what seemed like an age, and I thought about the irony of it all. Here I was, waiting to be murdered by a vicious pagan beast, admiring the unbroken beautiful dress, and the silver moonbeams. I laughed, and again I felt tears skid over my cheeks and onto my ears. My laughter died out, and it was deathly silent when they did. The gentle rustling the forest had emitted before, the distant birdsong, it had all disappeared.

My heart hammered below my breasts, my breath caught in my throat, but my tears wouldn't stop flowing. I’m sure the sheepskin below me was soaked by now.

A warm and dewy breath fell over my shoulders, and they tensed. My body didn’t listen, however; my chest still heaved up and down, and my legs started hammering too. I can’t see him from this perspective, I can’t crane my head backwards from my bindings. a whine escaped from my mouth as I saw a large bear-like hand, with claws as large as my thumb on the tip of each finger. It sliced each binding one by one, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My body was free now, but it still felt weighted down, heavy as lead to the table. “Please please please please” I repeated, like a mantra in my head. “Please let me stand up” But my limbs are leaden. The beast drew a deep breath before I felt a smooth claw gently glide down my arm.

As if all power returned to my body, I felt suddenly released from the heavyweights and launched into the darkness. I don't look back or dare see what could be following. I see a creek a bit to the left, and I bound into the icy autumnal stream. I clutch onto a fallen log, and silence befalls me once again. I look at myself, my fingers are purple from the chill, but my right arm is red. A bright crimson covers my entire arm, and drips into the river, sending small bloody rivulets downstream, where I finally see the beast.

He sees me too, I notice and our eyes bind together. Stepped forwards, bis beastly legs surprisingly emitting an entirely silent sound, treading straight into a silvery light. His face is cast in a ghostly glow, and my heart jumps into my throat as I see him fully. He may be a beast, a monster, a god, but he is absolutely, dastardly, etherially beautiful.

#forest god #sacrifice #moster x human #human x monster #terato #teratophillia #monster #maiden #forest guardian #first time writer #i had really hoped to write more but I was tired and its 2:30 am #please like this

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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and one more thing. this time with haikyuu >:)

sakusa, suga & terushima. they have an s/o that doesn't usually dress girly but when they do boys are such fans of it! literally simps!!!

it could be an occasion like a date, prom or wedding, and they are guests. i leave the choice to you!

thank you as always! have a nice day, love u.

❤️Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and Terushima Yuuji Who usually dress up casually are Dressing Elegantly at Event❤️

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A/N: AAAHHHH!!! Thank you so much for the cute idea of the scenario and the headcanons idea because I honestly can see their cute reactions when they see their S/O did this! Especially Sugawara's cute reaction! Anyway. I'm sorry for the long update and I hope you forgive me @pillow-anime-infos ( ⇀‸↼‶ )

Gender: Female

Warning: None

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Sugawara Koushi - Karasuno

Sugawara doesn't really care how you dress up, he doesn't care if you usually just wear a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, pajamas, or casual clothes because he loves you the way you are.

In fact, I believe he also prefers using casual clothes when going out together with you and on a date so he understands those comfortable feelings where you just prefer to use relaxing clothes instead of getting dressed up when going out.

However, you were invited to your best friend's birthday party Haruka in a fancy restaurant and she told you the dress code for everyone is to wear any blue shades whereas the birthday girl is wearing a beautiful pink shade of the dress.

You remember your mother bought a beautifully simple one-shoulder navy dress with the bottom reaching to your knees on your birthday and you are planning to wear that along with a necklace and a pair of pearl earrings.

Or if you are a male, you are wearing a pair of oversized navy or royal blue button-up shirts with trousers, a belt, and a leather wristwatch to make your looks fancier.

You want to look your best for your best friend Haruka since the two of you have been close since middle school and Haruka told you in the chat that you can bring your boyfriend, Sugawara.

As Sugawara was done wearing a pair of trousers along with a button-up shirt, he was walking up to your room to ask if you know where are his pair of loafers. His eyes widened to see you in a beautiful dress.

His face wasn't only red and spacing out, but he was stuttering and having an error in his brain. He knows his S/O is perfect but he did not expect you to look like an angel.

You are correct on this one that he became a simp. He tried to give a compliment to you but all you hear a jumbled and noncoherent words but his reaction was too cute that you couldn't help but tease the poor boy.

"What? Am I really beautiful that you cannot speak?" Congrats (Y/N), now you made him almost faint because of your teasing. He literally apologize in a stuttering way before running to the living room, escaping from your tease.

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The birthday party has not started yet and there's a lot of time to get ready together with Sugawara, your boyfriend. It was her sweet seventeen so lots of people were invited to your best friend's birthday party even though most of the ones who were invited are the third year and her classmates.

Most of the clothes in your wardrobe were t-shirts, blouses, denim, or other casual clothes so you had a little bit of trouble searching for appropriate clothes until you remember the clothes that your mother had given to you on your birthday. It was a one-shoulder navy dress/navy button-up shirt.

It was the most appropriate clothes to celebrate your best friend's birthday and you had no other choice but to wear the chosen clothes along with some jewels and the makeup touch for the final touch. You hadn't realized the sounds of footsteps getting closer and a knock on the door from the other side.

"(Y/N)? Are you in there?" There was no answer from you.

"(Y/N)?" No answer once again.

Sugawara knew that you didn't hear him at all and the grey-haired setter decides to get inside so he could ask something to you, "(Y/N). Have you seen my loafers? I forgot where did I put it-" but he was cut off as his brown eyes laid on your figurine. You look so amazing in that outfit.

The sound of him speaking obviously made you lose your focus on yourself before turning around to see Sugawara standing there like a statue with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Suga? Sweetheart? Do you need anything?"

He was very starstruck that he did not hear your question at all, all you can see was that his mouth was moving around but you couldn't hear a word from his mouth. It clicked in your mind that Sugawara is distracted with your outfit and you know this is a chance to tease your poor boyfriend for after all his tease that he did on you.

"Suga babe~ is there anything wrong?" The corner of your lips tugged upwards, playing coy with him.

" What- Uh Yes- I mean, no-. There is nothing wrong," He stammered, cheeks turning rosy and his eyes advert from your eyes.

"Are you sure? Is it because I look so beautiful/handsome that you cannot speak?" You continue teasing him.

"I-I'M SORRY!!" Sugawara finally shut the door close, letting you alone as you had your best day by making your boyfriend red.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi - Itachiyama

In this headcanon, I believe Sakusa is at least a little bit more opinionated with your fashion sense but he's not the type who likes to be too controlling so he mostly just gonna stares with a judgemental stare

I'm saying that because I believe Sakusa would prefer you to wear clothes that don't have any stains, rip, or a bad smell on them. He prefers you wear clothes that just got washed and have a nice smell on them.

He doesn't care if you wear casual clothes or stay-at-home clothes because why do need to dress up elegantly when you're not going anywhere? He only doesn't like it if you are wearing clothes from yesterday and you haven't taken a shower.

However, you were invited by your sister or brother to their wedding and she told you to wear something elegant and told you the dress code for the party is the color grey shades.

Trying to look your best, you were wearing an Asymmetric Cut out Smokey Grey Dress with a heart necklace and a pair of grey heels or if you are a male, you decide to wear a pair of a grey blazer as the outerwear, a white shirt, and dark grey trousers to pull off an elegant and fancy look

While you were putting the last touch on your face, there was loud sounds of footsteps and a door knob but you didn't realize those sounds and continued making yourself look presentable for your sister/brother's marriage.

The door was wide open to show a pair of brown eyes looking at you up and down. He was surprised to look at you with a such an amazing outfit.

He was in a trance when looking at you, he didn't move at all because of the awe and it made you think that someone just stopped the time but nope. Your boyfriend just looking at you with awe.

If you have sharp hearing, you can almost hear Sakusa letting out a small whisper of 'Beautiful/Amazing' but once he caught you staring, Sakusa would quickly look away.

He might act all cold around you by not speaking but don't worry. He is not mad, he is just embarrassed as hell but he is trying to hide it from you.

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Today is your sibling's wedding day and everyone in the family is invited including their partner too because of this, you dragged your boyfriend Sakusa to come along and celebrate your sibling's wedding birthday in a hotel.

At first, Sakusa didn't want to go to the party because he hates crowds and he cannot stand people talking very closely to him for fear that they going to be touchy and infect unknown bacteria to him. However, your smart brain made a deal with your boyfriend that you would buy him lots of Umeboshi, especially onigiri for his lunch.

He was having lots of thoughts on this but he finally agreed to go to your sibling's wedding party and maybe gave them a nice wedding gift for their marriage since it's culture for Japanese people to give cash or a gift to those who are married.

However, he did not expect you as his S/O are going to dress like an angel with your dress or a suit when he arrives at the wedding party. Not only it suits you perfectly and hugging your every curve but it also made him think twice maybe if he should go with you together once again. He never sees you dressing up like this

Your eyes glance at the ace of Itachiyama and a smile is adorned on your face before you're walking up to him, "Sakusa-san. I'm glad you're coming to my sister/brother's party. I thought you would not come."

"I wouldn't if you didn't make that deal," Sakusa said nonchalantly.

People might think he's such a bad partner because of the way he talks can be seen as harsh but you know better that those words don't mean anything and it doesn't need to be taken into the heart since Sakusa isn't someone who is good at expressing his expression like his cousin.

As he turns around, your eyes widened with surprise, and glance up at him again with eyes blinking repeatedly. 'You look beautiful/handsome in that dress/suit." Even though those sounds were small, you still can hear him as clearly as a day because you didn't expect Sakusa to praise you.

However, it did not last long before a smile adorned your face once again before strutting up to Sakusa. Your hands gently held his hand and you can feel him flinch in once second before it relaxes once again as his eyes laid on yours with a little bit of red colour on his cheeks"You also look amazing in this outfit."

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Terushima Yuuji - Johzenzi

Terushima might be a playboy and dating you because of your look the first time but once the relationship is stable. I can see Terushima loves you for the way you are.

He doesn't care if you often wear just a pair of tee along with short pants in the house or a jogger with a sweatshirt when playing volleyball with you.

The reason is that he is the same as you. Why do you need to dress up when you are going to play volleyball or just laze around in the house?

But let's just pretend that you are going to have a date together with him later at a restaurant and you want to catch his eyes with your outfit and you have the right clothes for that.

If you are female, you are wearing a shirring sleeve dress with a canary yellow shade dress but if you are a male. You are wearing a button-down shirt, layered with a crew neck jumper, and mustard yellow trousers with a belt on them to pull a simple but elegant look for the date night.

Once you arrive at the restaurant and wait for him, he just got arrived and he immediately looks at you as if you are a five-star course meal.

Terushima was STARSTRUCK, he would definitely go up to you and start to flirt at you as if he just saw you for the first time, being a cheezy boyfriend.

He will throw tons of pickup lines, some can be cute, some made you blush bright red and some would be bad but those pickup lines would make you laugh, like:

"Do you have a map or a compass? Because I'm lost in your eyes." or " Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile." Yes, he is that cheesy around you when the two of you are on a date.

Also, Terushima would be quite touchy so expect his arm around your waist or around your shoulder casually most of the time when you two had a date.

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It has been such a long time that you and your boyfriend did not spend time with each other after a long time because of the middle-term exam. Your father and mother didn't let you go out because they want you to focus on your test and have a high score, and if you go out without telling them. The two of them would take your phone away.

It was really sad because Terushima would keep trying to call you and asking you to hang out together with him or just sneak out from your parents but you know better because sneaking out without permission is like the death penalty to you. You couldn't live without your phone.

But the middle exam has passed and you had a great score in every subject except math. Even though you didn't get an A plus, your mother and father were still satisfied with your scores and let you go out but not knowing that you had a date together with your boyfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you decide to see at the table near the window so you can see the view of the city where there are lots of bystanders walking around to enjoy their day but not noticing someone is tiptoeing behind you with a smirk on his face and a mischievous glints in his eyes.

"BOO!" The male tapped your shoulder quite hard but not hard enough to hurt you.

"EEEK! Terushima-san! Your piece of shit!" you hissed in annoyance.

"Hehe, sorry-babe. By the way, you look amazing in that outfit," His eyes look at your attire up and down.

The dress/the suit complements your figure, it hugs your every curve and the outfit makes you look more attractive than anyone in the restaurant. Terushima could not help but his smirk widened as he sat across from you "Baby, Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile~" Terushima winks.

"Are you always this flirty?" You raise your eyebrows, challenging him back playfully.

"Only to you, especially this night since you look so amazing~" the corner of his lips tugged upwards, loving the challenge that you gave to him.

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