#i usually take to making a side account like this whenever i get a particularly lethal interest to wait until it naturally dies down

[thirdtimed]

ive never had engagement to this extent on my art cross platform between tumblr And twitter before... it's so surreal to me. thank you all for the kind words!!!

[lixiepixiedust]

Peach to my Mario

pairing — idolbf!leeknow x f!reader (From the Unveiling Love series!)

word count — 2.7k words

warnings — she/her reader, tiny bit of angst, stress, tooth-rotting fluff

summary — Minho always avoids showing affection to you in public which makes his friends and members worry about his relationship, thinking it might not be healthy. However, in private, Minho’s a completely different person. One day, he comes home early and takes the chance to invite you over. During a little gaming sesh, his members accidentally walk in on him being overly sweet with you.

It was just part of Minho's nature to avoid PDA. He never showed affection when you were out with friends, and he wasn't the type of guy to show you off or post you on social media, even on his private account. When you first started dating, you went out to dinner with Minho and some of his members and their partners. It was the first time you were out with him around other people. Whenever you tried to initiate any contact with him, he'd gently push you away and give you a look that said, "Not here," which, at first, bothered you.

This constant habit didn't go unnoticed by his members. They saw how he acted with you around them, which made them worry about your relationship. Some even talked to Minho, suggesting he show more affection, but he always replied with, "I know what I'm doing." This left them wondering, "Are they even a happy couple?" because that's all they knew. They were never shown the real side of Minho in a relationship.

You eventually got used to it over time, as he had a way of making up for it. When you two were alone, he was the sweetest. He showered you with love, and he wasn't afraid to show emotion. It was fascinating to see how different a person he could be depending on the setting, and as his girlfriend, you somewhat liked this duality. When he'd get home from an outing with you, he'd immediately pull you into a hug and smother you with kisses, becoming a completely different person than he was a minute ago.

You didn't complain about the lack of PDA anymore because you were grateful that Minho saw you as someone he could be vulnerable with. He wasn't afraid to share his struggles and ask for your help, and you appreciated the connection you had with him in this way. It was so rare for him to have such a bond with someone, which made it so precious.

One day, Minho arrived at his dorms earlier than usual, and it was a particularly stressful day. They were approaching a comeback, and the choreography needed to be finalized with a tight deadline. A professional choreographer was scheduled to review their dance, and they had to have it perfected by then. The pressure was especially heavy on Minho, as he was responsible for everything, being the main dancer in the group. Comeback season always brought a lot of stress for all of them. The producers had to handle the tracks, and they had to attend numerous meetings discussing potential concerts and promotions.

Usually, during this stressful and overworked period, he would be staying late at the company, leaving little time at home. So, it was rather unusual for him to arrive home early. When Minho reached the door of his dorm, he tossed his bag onto the couch and slumped into a seat. He unscrewed a plastic water bottle and downed it in a few gulps. Minho buried his face in his hands, threw his head back, and released an exasperated sigh.

He took his phone out of the front pocket of his backpack and texted your number.

"y/n, do you have a minute?"

right after he sent it out, it showed as "read," with an icon popping up indicating that you were typing. 

"yea, of course. is everything alright?"

"i just wanna see you. and no one's home yet."

It shocked you that he was home already. You hadn't seen him for two weeks, given how busy he had been and how little time he had for himself. So, to you, it was surprising that he had texted you. You responded with a simple "kk" before getting up and preparing to leave. You were wearing gray sweatpants and one of Minho's shirts, but you decided not to bother changing, as it looked presentable enough. After all, it was just Minho.

You grabbed Minho's keys and phone, locking your own door as you left your apartment. Even though you had a car, navigating the busy downtown Seoul intersections often took longer than walking. Luckily, Minho's dorms were only a few blocks away, making it a short five to ten-minute walk. Upon reaching his building, you scanned your keycard at the lobby and opened the door after hearing the click. Minho had given you an extra keycard so you could visit him, although his roommates were unaware of this, as it wasn't something they would necessarily know.

You rode the elevator up to his floor, which was located quite high up, just one floor below the penthouses. Minho's apartment was notably larger compared to the others in the building, as he shared it with three of his group members. You went down the hallway and stopped when you saw his unit number.

You gently knocked on the door, not wanting to startle him. There was silence, so you decided to try the doorknob, and it turned out to be unlocked. You entered, taking your shoes off at the entrance before quietly making your way to the living room. As you entered the room, you found Minho sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the floor.

"Minho" You called out.

He jumped, snapping out of his thoughts and turned his head towards you. "You scared me"

"Did you not hear me come in?"  You chuckled.

Minho shook his head, a small smile forming on his face. "I guess I was too lost in my own world."

You walked over and sat beside him, giving him a gentle smile. "Long day?" He nodded and leaned into your touch.

You wrapped your arm around him. "What can I do to help you relax?"

Minho sighed, looking at you with gratitude. "Just being here is enough. I missed you."

You smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "I missed you too, Minho. "

"Thank you for coming," he said.

"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer to him. "Why are you back so early, hm? Where's everyone else."

"They're still at the company, working on their own stuff now. I needed a break from the choreo, I couldn't think straight anymore," Minho confessed, rubbing his temples.

It was rare for him to take breaks for himself so you were glad he reached out to you in this moment. You continued to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"You know you don't have to carry all the weight on your own, right?" you reassured him.

Minho nodded, appreciating your support. "I know, it's just... sometimes I forget."

"Well, that's what I'm here for – to remind you," you said with a soft smile.

Minho leaned into your touch, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a deep breath. "I'm lucky to have you," he murmured.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, letting the weight of the day slowly lift off Minho's shoulders. You could sense the exhaustion in him, not just physical but also the mental strain of the responsibilities he carried. 

I gave a him a gentle squeeze. "Wanna play something?"

Minho looked at you, exhaustion still lingering in his eyes but a genuine smile playing on his lips. "That sounds good."

You made your way to the Nintendo Switch (Felix's, obviously) and powered up Mario Kart. As the game loaded, you handed Minho a controller, and soon, both of you were engrossed in the competition. The colorful characters on the screen and the playful banter between you and Minho helped to lighten the atmosphere in the room.

As you played, you couldn't help but notice the transformation in Minho. The stress lines on his face seemed to fade, replaced by genuine smiles and occasional laughter. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the private side of Minho that he rarely showed to the outside world.

"You're gonna lose so bad, Y/n, you don't know," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yea sure," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips.

The races became more heated, with Minho throwing himself into the game, making exaggerated gestures as he maneuvered his virtual car. Every time you pulled ahead, he'd let out a theatrical groan, clutching his heart.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me!" he'd exclaim in horror, slumping dramatically in his seat.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Come on, Minho, it's just a game!"

But for Minho, it was more than just a game. It was a battle, a challenge that he took very seriously. When the races got particularly close, he'd lean in closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing in concentration. And when you crossed the finish line first, Minho faked his death right on that couch. He'd plopped onto your lap and stick out his tongue.

As you and Minho continued playing, the atmosphere lightened, and the stress from earlier seemed to dissipate. The room echoed with laughter as the two of you engaged in a fierce Mario Kart competition. 

However, little did you both know that the other boys had finished their work and were on their way back to the dorm. As two of them approached the door, they exchanged glances, wondering if Minho was still immersed in his work or if he had finally decided to take a break.

As the door creaked open, Minho was in the midst of a loud cheer, having won a close race. Your lips formed a fake pout, teasing Minho for his impressive gaming skills. Before you could utter a word, Minho grabbed your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. With a satisfied grin, he plopped back down onto your lap, his eyes shifting to the TV which displayed his victory.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he didn't notice the entrance of his fellow members. Seungmin and Felix stood frozen for a moment, taking in the unexpected scene before them.

Minho, still admiring his victory, suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. His eyes flickered from the screen to your face, and then he followed your gaze to the open doorway. There, standing in various states of shock and amusement, were his friends.

Minho's cheerful expression faltered as he registered their presence. He quickly disentangled himself from your lap, clearing his throat awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.

"Hey," he mumbled, attempting to regain his composure.

Minho's sudden change in behaviour didn't go unnoticed by them. The two exchanged puzzled glances, silently communicating their surprise at witnessing a side of Minho they had never seen before.

Seungmin smirked. "Didn't know playing video games could be so... intimate."

Minho's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tried to brush off the situation. "No, just taking a break from choreo. Y/n happened to drop by."

You offered a friendly wave to the members, trying to diffuse the tension. "Long time no see."

"Didn't know he had such a soft side for you." Felix looked in your direction.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Minho, you've been keeping this hidden from us."

Minho avoided making eye contact with anyone. "It's not a big deal. We're just hanging out."

Felix interjected, "Alright, alright, let the man breathe. Maybe he's just trying out a new gaming strategy."

Seungmin smirked, "Yeah, because everyone knows that cuddling enhances your Mario Kart skills."

Minho sighed, realizing he was caught in a situation he couldn't easily escape. The members, still amused, decided to join the gaming session, pulling up chairs and grabbing controllers. The atmosphere lightened up again as everyone got immersed in the races. Amidst the gaming chaos, you felt a subtle shift beside you. Glancing at Minho, you noticed a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. Seizing the opportunity, you casually leaned against him, and to your surprise, Minho didn't pull away. Instead, he subtly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

Felix, ever observant, caught the moment and exchanged a knowing look with Seungmin. A mischievous grin spread across Felix's face as he nudged Seungmin, who raised an eyebrow in response. It seemed like the members were enjoying this unexpected revelation of Minho's softer side. Minho's hesitancy towards PDA seemed to going away slightly. He didn't shy away when you rested your head on his shoulder, and he even tickled you a little during one of the races. 

The night turned into a fun and lighthearted gathering, with laughter filling the air as everyone bonded over Mario Kart. The initial surprise at seeing Minho in a more vulnerable and relaxed state slowly faded, replaced by acceptance and genuine enjoyment of the moment. As the clock ticked away, the group decided to take a break from gaming and sat together in the living room, sharing stories and enjoying the dinner Jeongin had eventually brought. It was during these moments that you could see a different side of Minho showing the side that wasn't afraid to be affectionate in front of his friends.

The members of Stray Kids, who had initially been concerned about Minho's reserved nature in public, began to see the depth of his relationship with you. They witnessed the way he looked at you, the way he smiled, and the subtle gestures of affection that spoke volumes about the connection you shared.

After dinner, as the night wound down, the members bid their goodbyes, as you went over to the door to leave. Minho stood up, indicating that he would walk you home. The others exchanged knowing glances, teasing smiles playing on their lips. 

As you and Minho stepped out of the dorm, the cool night air greeted you. The city lights illuminated the streets as you began the short walk to your apartment. The atmosphere was comfortable, a companionable silence settling between you and Minho.

"I appreciate you coming over," Minho said, his tone sincere. "It's been a hectic few weeks, and tonight was exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad I could be here for you," you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't always have to carry everything on your own, Minho. It's okay to lean on others, especially those who care about you."

He nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you,"

"Anytime," you replied, giving him a soft smile. "It was nice spending time with everyone."

Minho nodded, his hand finding yours. "I guess they know now," he added with a hint of playfulness.

You chuckled. "Well, it's not a bad thing. They seem to like this side of you."

He smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I can't escape their teasing now. They're gonna tell the other dorm all about it"

You squeezed his hand. "You'll be alright. Besides, it's nice to see you letting your guard down a bit."

Minho leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I guess you have that effect on me."

As you reached your apartment building, you turned to face Minho. "Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight."

Minho smiled, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "No, thank you. I needed this more than you know."

You both exchanged a loving gaze, the unspoken understanding between you deepening. With a final goodnight, you entered your building, watching as Minho waited until you were safely inside.

As you settled on your couch, you decided to check your social media accounts before getting ready for bed. As you scrolled through your feed, you noticed a notification on Minho's private Instagram account. It surprised you because Minho rarely posted anything on his private account, and he had never posted a picture of the two of you before.

Opening the post, your heart skipped a beat as you saw a candid shot one of his members must've taken from tonight. It perfectly captured the essence of the night – both of you smiling at each other, a shared blanket over your laps, and controllers in hand. 

The caption read: "Peach to my Mario"

Feeling a mix of emotions, you couldn't help but smile at the post. It was a small but significant step for Minho to share a piece of your relationship with the world, even if it was just on his private account. 

"Photo credits?" One of the comments read, from Seungmin.

As you liked and replied to a few comments, you couldn't shake the feeling that this marked a subtle shift in Minho's approach to PDA. Maybe, just maybe, the night had not only been a release for him but also a realization that sharing moments of vulnerability with you and his friends wasn't something to be afraid of.

[thedovesaredying]

Hi I'm hyperfixated over your zombie! Ghost and I've been reading it every hour since it was up, it's the idea of him only acting upon his own primal urges get me going 🤤 i don't know if your zombie! Ghost is a dead person who became zombie or just an infected living human but either way I'm so down!!

I thought about what if reader leaves the muzzle on him all the time and do the usual stuff, pull him by it when they walk about looking for food and medicine, loosen it a bit when he tries to eat whatever is in his zombies menu and of course tugging it backwards as you ride him 🩵

- 🌋

Anon! Your brain!! 

I’m glad I’m not the only one weak for our Zombie lad. I actually have a bunch more I want to write about him, so feel free to request more for him at any point uwu 

A little snippet for you below the cut <3 

Words: 780

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Teratophilia, PnV, Unprotected Sex, Muzzles.

Reminder, this is an 18+ account!

Ghost has been in quite a huff with you recently or, at least, you think he is. It’s a little difficult to tell given his difficulty stringing full sentences together after the infection ravaged his brain. He’s still cognisant and able to get his thoughts across to you (even if most of those thoughts involve being hungry or wanting to fulfil certain urges).  

However, his attention span isn’t the greatest and he’s constantly getting distracted by things in your surroundings. Wandering off like a toddler at every new sound, checking to see if there’s food or a potential threat hiding around every corner. No matter how many times you ask him to try and focus, he’ll inevitably end up finding trouble.  

The other zombies aren’t much of a problem since he can chase them off with a few well-placed swipes and growls to remind them of their place. It’s the other survivors you’re worried about. It’s a lawless land out here and anyone that’s survived this long knows to shoot first and ask questions later. This doesn’t bode well for your zombified partner. He’s an enemy and when he has his sights on a potential meal there’s little you can do to deter him from attacking.  

Hence, it’s easier to simply keep him at your side. The muzzle works wonders for when you need to gently steer him away from distractions, even if he occasionally gets a little grumpy at having to be pulled around by his face. He can’t nose his face up against you properly when it’s in place which often makes him grumble and sigh a tad overdramatically.  

You take it off when you go to sleep, after all, it wouldn't do you any good to have your guard dog unable to use his best weapons. Ghost doesn’t require sleep anymore, so he makes an excellent protector for when you’re in your most vulnerable state.  

He stays with you all throughout the night, his body pressed up against your back and his arms caging you to his chest. His lips are dry and completely missing in some parts, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to lave every inch of you with kisses. A soft rumbling sound always accompanies his affections, almost a purr.  

But the uses of a muzzle don’t stop at simply helping to direct your companion whenever he starts to drift away. It’s particularly useful for manipulating his face to exactly where you want it, be it away from something he wants or toward the places you require his attention.  

Riding him is only more intense when you’re able to grip at the thick leather straps keeping his muzzle in place. He tries to press his mouth to your throat, but you hold him back, forcing his milky white eyes to stare directly into your own as you slowly sink down on his cock. It’s beautiful, the way his eyelids flutter and a frankly sinful groan escapes him.  

“Good boy,” you coo, earning yourself a rough jerk of Ghost’s hips. He starts rocking his body up and into your warmth, his gloved hands raising to grip at your waist.  

He pulls you down and onto him over and over again in time with his rapid thrusts, snarling and growling all the while. Ghost might not be able to shift his gaze from your blissed out expression, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less in control. The pace he sets is downright brutal, bullying his entire length into your sopping cunt until it nudges at your cervix.  

Even when you gasp at the sensation and one of your hands grips at his hair he doesn’t faulter. Your noises seem only to urge him on, his panting breath heavy as he endeavours to draw out at many sounds from your lips as physically possible. His intense gaze from where you hold his face only heightens the experience, his eyes scrutinising each and every expression you offer.  

You grow close to orgasm almost embarrassingly fast, but all it takes is a raspy, possessive, “mine,” snarled at you to have your pussy clamping down around Ghost’s cock.  

With your body growing weak from coming so hard, Ghost takes full advantage of your distraction, pushing you down and onto your back without missing a single beat in his current rhythm. He keeps going all through your orgasm, the slick from your tender hole only helping to easy his way. He doesn’t let up with his desperate chanting of, “mine, mine, mine,” right up until he spills deep inside you.  

Your attempts to dominate him hadn’t exactly gone to plan. Perhaps next time you should use some handcuffs as well.  

[missnedge]

Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit? (Bakugo/fem!reader)

Taken from the writting prompt "Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit"

Summary: It's been a little over a month since your best friend Bakugo had been acting different, angrier and snapping at you more. After a particularly rough training session you've had enough and confront him. It didn't go as planned.

Characters: You/Bakugo, (class 1-A and others are background characters)

Tags: Angst, fighting, yelling, happy ending don't worry, confessions, Bakugo is emotionally constipated, kissing, fluff, reader takes no shit, reader has a quirk but I don't mention it, you get injured, mentions of blood

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

You slammed open the girls locker room, making the girls jolt. "Jeez, Y/n you're gonna give us a heart attack!" Mina exclaimed. You glanced around at your classmates and sighed. "Sorry guys, training was rough."

"By training you mean Bakugo." Jirou said. You huffed and made your way to your locker, starting to undo your hero costume. "Yeah basically. Fucking prick." You grumbled.

"You two act like a married couple, ribbit." Tsu remarks. You freeze for a moment, your ears starting to burn. "HAH! That's hilarious!" You shove your boots into your locker rather forcefully. "As if I'd marry that bastard, as if ANYONE would marry him." You slide your shirt on, buttoning it up while huffing under your breath. The girls glance at you before looking at each other in confusion.

After getting back into your uniform you leave the locker room, and to your dismay the last person you wanted to see was leaning against the wall waiting for you.

"Fucking took you long enough." He said in a gruff voice. You ignored him, continuing to walk back to homeroom. "Oi, don't ignore me."

You grit your teeth together and continue to stomp down the hallway. "What the hell?" He grunted. You picked up your pace and turned the corner sharply. Bakugo tisked his tongue in annoyance and sped up. "The fucks wrong? Is that about training? Cause if it is ge–" You spun around furiously, your teeth nearly bared. "This isn't just about training, it's about everything. I thought we were friends, dare I say best friends. We train, study, eat, and hang out together, even outside of school. But this past month you've become even more hostile than your usual asshole self, and you won't even talk to me about why!"

He shifts his glare from you to the floor. You sigh. "Talk to me Katsuki, please." He clenched his jaw and turned around. "There's nothing to talk about." Your shoulders sag in disbelief. The burning rage inside you fizzled out, leaving an icy and bitter resentment. 

"Okay, I guess we're done here then." You state. He turns his head to the side, narrowing his brows. "What?" 

"I said we're done. I give up, it's not worth it anymore. Have a nice life Bakugo." You turned on your heel and walked away without another word, Bakugo watched you leave with wide eyes. He hadn't expected that from you, and you using his last name hurt more than he cared to admit. He's a hero in training who's going to be number one someday, he shouldn't care about random extras he meets along the way.

So why did his heart hurt so bad watching you walk away?

A week went by, and it was hell. The first day you said goodbye he wouldn't stop spam texting or calling you, so you just sent a blunt "Lose my number" and muted his notifications, you didn't have the will to block or delete it just yet. After that, at school you wouldn't even look at him, for both his sake and yours. But that didn't stop him from burning holes in the side of your head. Whenever there was a possibility of being alone with him you turned the other way, always finding excuses to leave or be with someone else. You had plenty of friends, it's not like you were lonely. You love hanging out with them, but there was always that voice in the back of your head that reminded you none of them made you feel the way he does. Or at least, used to make you feel.

Everyone had noticed the tension between you two. Most of them knew it was none of their business, but no one could shake how much it dampened the mood. You were horrible at masking your nonchalant attitude, and Bakugo was more aggressive than normal. It was suffice to say this past week had been shit for everyone in class 1-A. 

Fortunately everyone had something to look forward to today, Aizawa informed them of a training exercise. Of course though, the excitement was short lived. 

The class was in one of the training rooms with the giant rock formations, you were practicing your quirk near the base, Jirou wasn't too far away from you. You both had been joking back and forth during the training. Above you Bakugo was working on creating short bursts of explosions, small and compact, but able to propel him or inflict minimum damage. 

He was having a hard time focusing with you being down below, he couldn't exactly hear you but the way you and Jirou were talking pissed him off. You were so happy with everyone, but wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He was angry, mostly at himself for letting his feelings get in the way. Instead of keeping distance but near he fucked up and shut you out completely. He was afraid it was too late to pull you back in. 

Bakugo growled, his thoughts were getting the best of him. His hand twitched and let out an explosion from his palm, more powerful than he had been letting out previously. It happened too fast. 

He gasped out a curse as his blast hit an unsteady portion of the rock formation. It instantly crumbled and the debris cracked, breaking apart as they slid down the decline. 

It was heading straight for you and Jirou. His mouth dried and he started to blast down to you both. "MOVE!" He bellowed. 

You instantly perked up, the large chunks were falling almost impossibly fast. You could either save yourself or Jirou, who had noticed the rocks too late. Well, what kind of hero would you be if you didn't do what you came to this school for?

Adrenaline shot to your legs, you had one chance. You jumped with all your might to your friend, your hands collided with her back and pushed her forward. You hit the ground roughly, a brief rush of pain hit you before you were out like a light. 

Jirou screamed as she watched the rocks fall over you. The class gasped and rushed over. Bakugo landed in front of the rock debris, he was breathing rapidly as he scanned over the rocks. The air was still dusty from the dirt as everyone gathered around. Aizawa ran over. "What happened?!" 

Jirou stood up shakily. "The rocks… Y/n pushed me out of the way…" Denki stepped over to her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Bakugos ears were ringing, he dropped to his knees and started hoisting rocks; tossing them carelessly to the side. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! Come on, where are you?!" He quaked. Aizawa joined him, as well as the physically stronger students. Bakugo lifted a rock and nearly felt his heart stop. He saw your hand, dirty, scratched, and worst of all unmoving.

He quickly moved more rocks, the others joining him. You were laying face down. A giant gash was across your forehead, your hair was dusty and wet with what could only be your blood. Bakugo reached for you but Aizawa scooped you up and was instantly running to the exit. "Class dismissed!" He yelled as he burst out the gym doors. Bakugo sat there on his knees, staring at where you had been. He stared at the splotches of blood, he felt gutted. Even when you tried to be out of his life he ended up hurting you. 

As soon as school was over he went to Recovery girls office. She explained that the gash in your head was surface level, the blood made it look a lot worse than it was. Aside from that you only had cuts and bruises along your body. To put it simply, you were extremely lucky. 

You were still out cold when he had arrived, so he made himself comfortable in a chair next to your bed. He was hunched over in his seat, leg bouncing idly as he watched you sleep. His eyes kept darting to your chest, just wanting to make sure you were still breathing. Jirou and Mina had also stopped by for a little bit, leaving you a note and some candy before going home themselves.

A couple hours passed, school had long ended. He texted his mom letting her know he'd be late. Once he told her what happened Mitsuki scolded him and said to make sure you get home safely and that she would let your (guardian/s) know. He sometimes thinks his mom loves you more than him. 

Another hour went by, Recovery girl had been periodically checking on you. The sun had dipped below the horizon, Katsuki had already done his school work and yours, it was the least he could do for almost killing you. Finally you started to stir. 

You groaned softly, your eyelids felt like they were glued shut and your head felt like someone was jack hammering the back of your skull. Using every ounce of willpower you had you sat up, slowly, but surely.

You raised a hand to your face, hissing softly from how stiff you were. You could feel the bandages wrapping around your forehead, the memories from earlier were foggy but discernible. You saved Jirou from being crushed at your own expense. You rubbed your eyes before opening them, your vision was blurry but you could recognize where you were. Recovery girl walked over from her desk. "How are you feeling dear?" 

"Like I got crushed by rocks, oh wait. Hah." You snicker to yourself and Recovery girl sighed while shaking her head. "You're hilarious. Here dear, take these, it will help with your head." 

You graciously accepted the pills and cup of water she extended to you. Popping them in your mouth you started to take a sip of water. Your eyes drifted to the side, landing on Bakugo who was sitting in a chair and watching you carefully. You choked on your water. 

After barely getting the pain pills down you coughed a few times and turned away from him. Recovery girl brought over your uniform since you were still in your hero outfit. "Here you go sweetie. Let me know if your headache doesn't go away. You." She turns and looks at Bakugo. "Out while she changes. Wait for her outside and make sure she gets home safely alright?" He nods silently. "I'm fine, Recovery girl I can–" She shushes you. "You never know what could happen, what if you pass out on your way home?" 

"I'll get the rats to carry me home." She pinches your arm lightly and walks away, you chuckle to yourself. Bakugo had already taken his stuff and yours out into the hallway. You sigh deeply and stand up, starting to change out of your dirty and slightly damaged hero suit. 

After changing you say a quick goodbye to Recovery girl you take your note and candy that was left for you by your friends. Hesitantly you open the door to the hallway. Bakugo was staring at the floor, hearing the door click open he turned to you. 

With a heavy breath you shut the door behind you and step towards him. "I can take my stuff." You say shortly. He narrows his eyes and swings your bag over his shoulder. "Not a chance." You huff and start to walk down the hallway. 

"We need to talk." He starts to follow behind you. You shove your hands into your pockets, ignoring the way his voice made your chest hurt. "I don't think we do." You say. 

"I'm sorry about the rocks. I wasn't paying attention, and ended up blowing a chunk off." His voice was quiet, and uncomfortable. You feel yourself bristle with slight anger. Is that it? Just a shit apology for almost killing you?

"Okay, thanks." Your voice was flat. Bakugo sighed harshly and quickened his steps, moving next to you. "That's not all." You continued walking and he growled and grabbed your wrist. "Would you fucking stop?" 

You glare at him. "Why should I? I made it clear I was done with you, so why are you here?" A flash of hurt appeared on his face. "Because I–… I need to…" He glares at the ground, the words dying in his throat. 

You rip your wrist out of his hand. "Just leave me alone Bakugo." You turn away.

"How can you just walk away?!" He shouts. "Because I don't care anymore." You say. "Why?" You start walking again, ignoring his question. 

"Why damn it?! Y/n look at me!" Him using your name makes you freeze, he hardly says your name, just using nicknames instead. He moves closer. Something in you snaps and you turn around to face him. 

"Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit?!" You fumed, Bakugo stared at you wide eyed. Your words felt like a stab through his heart. "Huh?! Why is it?! You're the one that pushed me away you idiot! And now that I'm doing what you want you won't fucking leave me alone!" 

He swallows tightly, eyes moving away from your unyielding glare. "That's not what I wanted…" He mumbled. "What?" You snap. 

"I said that's not what I fucking wanted!" He hissed out. You twist your face into a scowl, you move towards him getting into his face. "Then what the fuck did you want?!" 

His breathing picked up as he looked up from the floor into your eyes. He was intimidated by your glare, no ones gotten into his face like this before. How could someone look so angry and beautiful at the same time?

You grew impatient, he wasn't answering you, his eyes were just darting all over your face. You shout again. "Huh?!" He clenched his mouth shut, you nearly lost it. You grab the front of his blazer and yank him forward aggressively, you were seething. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" You scream in his face. His eyes widen, you're inches from his face. The moonlight coming in from the windows highlighted your face gorgeously, even the unhinged rage in your eyes was stunning to him. His heart was pounding, and with a shaky breath he said. "You."

Your face instantly fell, and your grip on his shirt slacked. "What?" You uttered. 

"I said… I want you." He whispered.

Your heart sped up even more, your rage ebbing into shock. It was your turn to be speechless. He raised a hand to your face, his calloused palm cradling your cheek. "I want you, have for a while. That's why I started acting the way I did, I didn't know what to do or how to act… I figured keeping you at arms length would help but instead I pushed you away completely." He thanked whatever higher power there was that the halls were empty, if anyone saw him like this then it would've been 10 times harder to do this. 

Your mouth parted in shock, the warmth from his hand only added to the heat on your cheeks. "I wasn't sure what I would do if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. But this past week of not having you with me at all was worse than you not feeling the same." 

Your knees felt weak, were you still passed out and dreaming? 

"If you don't feel the same, that's fine. Just… don't ignore me anymore… Please." 

Your mind was all over the place. Your anger from this past week was gone completely, instead you were flustered, shocked, and unsure of what to do.

"Bakugo–" He drops both bags off his shoulder and brings his other hand to your face. His soft look morphing into a scowl. "What's my name?" Your breath hitches and you narrow your eyes. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?" You huff out. He hisses and you squeeze your eyes shut and brace for yelling, but you're met with something completely different.

His lips smash against yours, the force hurting but it quickly faded. A shocked breath leaves your nose and you grab onto his shirt, kissing him back with just as much force. Your heart hammers in your ears. His right arm lowers from your face, snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. You pull away slightly to take a breath. "Asshole…" You mutter, he grins and kisses you again. "That's not my name either." He says against your lips. You laugh and pull him in again, running your hand up his neck and into his spiky hair. He shutters and makes a noise into your mouth, his fingers dig into your waist a little harder.

You both break away breathing heavily, you meet his gaze. "Katsuki." He smirks slightly and you continue. "... I feel the same." His smirk grows into a grin and he kisses you again. 

After a few more moments in the hallway you both continue back to your house hand in hand. You didn't comment on how sweaty his hand was, or the stupid and cocky grin on his face. You just squeezed his hand tighter and wore a smile of your own. 

This is just a reminder that we are open for requests, so if you enjoyed this and have an idea of your own you'd like to see don't be afraid to send it in!

[rare-agere-reverie]

Can you do Eddie and Frank from welcome home taking care of a regressor reader after a bad day?

Thank you! 👋😃

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Settled Down in Blankets and Affection

CG!Eddie Dear, CG!Frank Frankly, + Little!Reader

To think a trek through the forest would’ve been a pleasant evening; too bad your bruised knee and aching bones proved the idea wrong. If you even paid attention to your surroundings, you could’ve avoided tripping on a particularly arched root. The dust still stuck to your body no matter how hard you wipe yourself off.

Defeated, you escape the trees into the welcoming town of Home. The sight of a ruby house and its blooming backyard greets you kindly. Although reassuring, you remember Julie’s busy helping Poppy bake a new recipe for banana muffins. A little less joyful, you step onto the smooth path connecting every building.

While you know you can go left and patch up in the comfort of your house, your pained limbs convince your tired heart to take the right. Frank didn’t make plans last time you checked, and their house is only a few steps away. Plus, with the way you’re handling things, a break would surely help you regress. 

Knock knock. You didn’t account for your knuckles to hurt after a simple action, and it doesn’t help the pain from your fall earlier. In a short burst of time - you swore it was longer - Frank opens the door, any words in their mind disappearing as they notice your rough looks.

“Y/N,” they lead you into the living room while anxiously inspecting your disheveled appearance, “what happened?”

“I tripped,” confesses the exhausted little. The answer seems sufficient to Frank, though they hesitate to dismiss their worry. A slight sigh leaves the gray puppet, followed by an imitation sigh you playfully created.

“I’ll have you patched up, Bumblebee,” Frank mumbles, gently guiding you to the kitchen and sitting you on a chair. The frowny caregiver digs through a couple cabinets before revealing a metallic first aid kit. After some rummaging, they take a square bandaid and return to your side.

“Sorry it’s not as colorful as you’d like,” comments Frank as they peel the paper back off the bandaid. With careful precision, the bandage is applied correctly over your scrape. For the final touch, they place a loving kiss on your knee, earning a giggle out of you.

“Hey, Frank, ya mind if i take my lunch break here? We can invite Y/N too if-“

Eddie, entering through the door just now, pauses mid-sentence to spot you already inside. He could’ve sworn you were off in the forest, but maybe you went to Frank’s house for something. In fact, his spouse starts explaining why you’re here; too bad he ignores it when he sees your bandaid and rushes next to you.

“My goodness! Y/N, are ya okay?!” overly-worries Eddie, holding your face and checking you twice over.

“They’re fine now, Dear, the scrape’s patched up,” Frank reasoned with a pat on the mailman’s shoulder.

The panicked man nearly disputes this, yet both caregivers stop their discussion when you whine a little out of nowhere. Eddie instinctively pulls you into a hug, one of caring yet underlying anxiety. You barely melt into his embrace; you’d regress younger if your feet could even touch the ground.

“What’s wrong, Bumblebee?” the loving mailman voices in worry.

“Wan’ bed,” you explain, albeit withdrawn compared to your usual self.

“I’ll get their gear if you’d like, Eddie.”

“Thanks, Frank,” he kisses his spouse’s cheek as his arms scoop you up, “I’ll take care of our little one.”

Splitting up, Eddie carries you upstairs into the guest bedroom - it’s definitely your room whenever you’re little. After he sets you down onto the king-sized bed, he hovers over to a dresser and picks out some yellow pajamas. The top has three black stripes, while the pants are adorned with many small bees flying around.

“Bumblebees,” you point out.

“That’s right, they’re little bumblebees,” praises Eddie while he changes your shirt, “just like you.”

Now in a fuzzy and buzzy set of pajamas, you burrow beneath the emerald covers. The light blanket settles on top of you as you sit criss cross applesauce. Eddie coos at the adorable sight, tussles your hair a little, and sits to your left. You lean against him, only for loving arms to lift you onto your caregiver’s lap. Words can’t describe what you feel; in fact, words aren’t even in your mind. A baby like yourself can’t speak full sentences right now.

The floor’s soft creaks draw your gaze to the opened door where Frank’s standing, bee backpack in tow.

“How’s our Little One doing?” They join you and Eddie on the bed.

“As cute as always,” he teases, hugging you close. “I don’t think they’ll speak, though.”

“Did you check how old they currently are?”

“Well,” Eddie loosens his arm’s grip around you as he rubs the back of his neck, “I forgot to ask…”

“. . .”

Frank silently takes you from the mailman’s lap while squinting at him.

“Dee,” you mumble, trying to say Eddie’s name. 

“Your Dee doesn’t remember well, does he, Bumblebee?” Frank jests, taking their turn to wrap their arms around you.

“That’s unfair, honey,” playfully bemoans Eddie. Regardless, Frank plants a kiss on his cheek.

“How old are you, Y/N? Use your fingers if you can’t speak.”

You raise two fingers in clear view of your caregivers.

“Two? Wow, you’re so big!” Eddie gushes. Meanwhile, Frank rummages through your regression backpack.

“Let’s see… Do you want your pacifier?” they prompt you. As they talk, they bring out a paci with a lavender shield, white button, and black handle. You shake your head, causing Frank to return the item inside the bag. “How about your teether?” A gel-filled butterfly teether is shown to you, yet you refuse again.

“If you don’t want either,” they dig deeper inside the bee backpack, “what about your bottle?” One of your hands reaches out for the baby bottle, which is tinted royal purple.

“Aww, they’re thirsty,” Eddie smiles softly, picking up the bottle. “I’ll fix ya a warm bottle of milk, baby,” he explains to you. “Keep them company!”

While he’s gone, Frank rocks you back and forth. The rhythm winds you down, and you snuggle into their chest.

Not long after, you’re back in Eddie’s lap again. He holds you loosely as Frank bottle feeds you. Both of their eyes display a vibrant amount of love for you, and of course they would - you’re their baby bumblebee.

[millenari]

misto for the headcanon asks please !

☾ - sleep headcanon

Misto sleeps curled up in a ball, with his tail curled up over his side. He's slept like that his whole life, and he can even tell roughly how long he's been asleep by how stiff his legs are when he wakes up.

He gets cold easy; when they were smaller he and Tugger could often be found curled up together in a nap. ('But you don't like cuddling' Munk says. 'He gets cold, Munk' baby Tugger says, as if he's speaking to an idiot.)

★ - sad headcanon

Misto gets sad pretty easily. I hc him as autistic, and when he was small it made it hard for him to feel like he was 'part' of any community because the differences in how he acted and thought and behaved. Everyone loved him, but he never felt like he was 'like' everyone else. He's much happier as an adult, but still gets nervous/insecure/paranoid about being the last to understand something and will frequently pretend to know/understand things if he thinks it's something he should know.

Additionally, his palms produce glitter when he's nervous. It's always happened since he was small. He tries to play it off as a deliberate act of magic whenever he notices it happen.

☆ - happy headcanon

He sparkles when he's happy! Misto's favorite thing to do is dance, so oftentimes when he's dancing for fun he'll start sparkling without realizing it.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

On account of growing up in Macavity's shadow, Misto is very very good at not lashing out physically or magically when he's angry. Because of this, he's often only left to lash out with words when the mood takes him, and when it does he can be vicious.

✿ - S‌e‌x headcanon

-Most of the jellicles are bi, it's just kind of how they tend to be. You oftentimes see cats that have a preference one way or another, but 100% straight/gay cats are kind of a rarity. When he hit the cat version of the age of majority/consent and wasn't interested in any queens, everyone thought he was just a late bloomer. They all learned otherwise a year or so later.

-Misto actually happened to have his sexuality crisis while watching Jerrie goof around one night, which is something he plans on taking to his grave. 'MUNGOJERRIE OF ALL TOMS????' he oftentimes thinks to himself when recalling that particular occasion.

(Unrelated to the topic, but while Misto & Jerrie are friends, Misto thinks Jerrie is the most obnoxious motherfucker on the planet, and Jerrie's had an on-and-off crush on Misto since he was small. But like, come on, the guy can get into so many shenanigans with his magic that anyone would like him a little. Right? Right??????)

■ -  Bedroom headcanon

Misto never ends up putting together a den for himself; he ends up moving into Tugger's before he gets around to it. He does spruce Tugger's place up with a big fur coat he stole repossessed from a human as well as some shiny bits and bobs he took from that 'Christmas tree' thing his humans put up every year.

♡ - romantic headcanon

-Misto doesn't think he's particularly good at being romantic. Tugger would entirely disagree: Misto has a tendency to say largely casual but also super meaningful/touching things offhandedly pretty much all the time. Misto never thinks much of these remarks but they mean the world to Tugger, and even make him annoyed sometimes that Misto can be so thoughtful/tender/supportive seemingly without thought-- meanwhile he has to put a lot of thought and work into his (very grand usually) romantic gestures.

-Misto can be lost socially without having a 'script' or expectation on how a conversation should or usually would go. As he got older he gained a lot of 'scripts' and grew better at interacting with people in a way that seemed ''''normal'''' (masking, essentially). When he started getting into the romance trenches with Tugger, Misto was entirely lost for scripts for that kind of interaction, as he'd never been in a romantic situation before and never paid attention to other people's, so it was kind of distressing for him at first.

-Prior to their relationship and in said relationship's early days, Misto & Tugger got frequently stuck in a cycle of 'Tugger makes a romantic gesture' > 'Misto doesn't know how to interpret said gesture or how to respond' > 'Tugger doesn't get the reaction he'd wanted and doubles down with a different gesture' > 'Misto grows even more confused & even distressed by Tugger's unusual behavior' > 'repeat until someone gets sad/annoyed enough that an actual conversation happens'

♥ - family headcanon

Misto & Victoria being siblings is my fav thing. (I never got into Alonzo being their brother even though in terms of cat genetics it would make sense they'd be related). They're not entirely close with their uncle Bustopher, but Misto looks up to him to an insane amount.

Their father was Bustopher's twin, their mother was another white cat like Victoria, and both died when they were young. Neither of them remember their mother well enough to say, but Victoria looks a lot like her.

They were placed in Munkustrap's care by Bustopher after both of their parents died. (As a result Tugger and Misto have been close friends for a long time)

☮ - friendship headcanon

Most of my hcs are at least loosely based off of 98, so this surprised me when I first noticed it, but 98 Misto doesn't seem to like Pouncival and Tumble very much! I always kind of figured the three of them as buddies-- but I was watching 98 a few weeks ago and noticed Misto doesn't seem to enjoy it when either of them are near him.

But whatever, I hc the three of them as pals. They have contests about ballet positions and backflips & dare each other to hassle the older cats without getting caught.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Cat quirk: He scratches behind his ear when he's nervous/overstimulated. When he's going through bad times, he'll scratch it so often it'll get to the point of breaking skin.

Human quirk: He hates clothes that are loose (as well as scratchy or constraining) so he wears a lot of tight-fitting and movable things-- think athleticwear. His closet is also 90% black with some navy blue and the occasional white piece thrown in. ('Why are you dressed like kim kardashian attending a funeral?' -Victoria Jones, expert fashionista)

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

-He's very particular about his fur, especially around his jaw and neck, and doesn't like being nuzzled in the area. Most cats have their own way around this: Skimble pats him on the shoulder, Munk nuzzles the top of his head, he and Victoria bonk foreheads, Tugger (post-get-together) will take one of his hands and rub his face against that whenever he gets nuzzley. Most cats tend not to touch Misto though, they have a vague awareness he doesn't like it, though they don't know the specifics.

-Misto loves to feel useful/helpful, and when he was small Munk was always giving him fake jobs to do because he kept asking for a way to help, to the point where he'd cry if Munk told him there was nothing he could help with. Misto folded up many old cardboard boxes over the course of his kittenhood.

▼ - childhood headcanon

I accidentally talked so much about his childhood because I forgot about this section.

-Munk partially raised Misto and Victoria, as well as a handful of other regulars in the Junkyard, but since Misto and Tugger were such close friends, Munk considers Misto to be essentially another Deuteronomy brother.

-For a long time, when teleporting, Misto couldn't make himself 'go' to a certain place; every time he blinked out he had no idea where he was headed, just that it would be somewhere nearby. He gave Munk several heart attacks with this ability over the years.

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

After Deuteronomy dies, Munk steps into the role of the Jellicle leader and Misto steps into the role of the caretaker that Munk left vacant (while Alonzo gets the protector part of Munk's job, even if Misto's magic makes him a pretty efficient protector himself). This isn't something Misto willingly set himself out to do-- he kind of fell into it. But man, is he a good babysitter. Kitten ran off? No worries, he can teleport them back with a snap of his fingers. No one paying attention for dancing lessons? He has a million tricks to catch the attention of a distracted kitten. Is someone just all around poorly behaved? He grew up alongside Tugger, he's seen the worst London has to offer.

On account of interacting with a lot of kittens of London through the years, as he gets older he's a pretty universally beloved cat. After a certain point just about every cat in London so many years younger than him calls him 'Uncle', a nickname Victoria encouraged after having kittens of her own, very well aware of how much Misto looked up to their own uncle. He becomes the 'kind and wise spiritual leader' figure once he becomes an elder. And Tugger is his crazy old man husband/mate.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Human Misto's not a great cook but he is a bit of a health freak so he can fend for himself in the kitchen. He doesn't really have any sensory issues with food so he'll eat pretty much anything & is always snacking on trail mix, bananas, and other healthy stuff around lunchtime.

His favorite foods are lemonade and dark chocolate. He usually tries to limit his intake of these things, but Tugger is always buying Misto a bar of chocolate or a can of lemonade and then arguing that Misto has to 'pay a fee' to actually receive them. ('You want me to pay a fee for the thing you're giving me?' 'Yes.' 'What- What's the fee?' '😇A kiss.😇' 'WHAT.')

☼ - appearance headcanon

Misto can change the color of cats' fur: add patterns, remove patterns, change color of certain parts, change color of the full body... It's all temporary, though. And that's how he changes his look for his song during the ball.

He's not a fan of his white markings on his arm and legs, which is why he removes them for his big moment. He thinks not having them makes him look more sleek & mature, and dislikes that they're asymmetrical. Plus he heard Tugger call Alonzo 'splotchy' one too many times when they were kittens to not take it to heart.

(Tugger actually likes Misto's leg markings a lot; he was pretty disappointed when Misto came down from the ceiling and they were gone.)

ൠ - random headcanon

Pretty much all of the kittens around his age or younger had a crush on him at some point of their collective childhoods. Just about every cat other than him in the Junkyard is aware of this fact.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Can't be all perks

Warnings: heavy angst!!

I listened to this whilst writing

Thank you to everyone who voted on the who-to-kill poll! We're nearing the end of my Xue Yang writing era <3

Enjoy!!

Being a sect heir comes with many perks. The most obvious is, of course, financial freedom. The money. If you're the son of a sect leader, even if it's a smaller sect, cash racks in and you have nearly unlimited access to it.

Ouyang Zizhen has never been a frivolous spender, though - well, if you don't count his propensity for books, that is. He does have a large, diverse library of literature of all kinds, from all lands that merchants sell from, and he has no qualms adding more to it whenever the chance arises. He loves to read nearly as much as he loves to write.

That's another thing he splurges on - writing brushes and fine quality paper. He always argues that the quality of his stories should be reflected in the medium they are written in - a bit of an arrogant assessment considering most of his stories are... adult commissions, to put it elegantly, but this has historically been the only way for his father to be convinced that his son's hobby shouldn't be done away with in favor of something else, "more useful".

Well, to Zizhen, writing is very useful. Not only does he make some extra cash of his own on the side (that he doesn't have to account to anybody for, unlike his sect money), but it also makes him happy. He likes creating worlds, characters and convoluted situations to put them in. It's like mentally playing with dolls - or at least that's what Jingyi says, and Zizhen agrees.

The second best perk of being a sect heir is the fact that, with some exceptions, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants to. He can even use the guise of "furthering sect relations" to travel to his heart's content, visiting his friends in Gusu, or even taking the trip to Lanling to gossip with Jin Ling.

He's been enjoying this perk a lot more than usual now that the days are longer and the weather has warmed up. The discussion conference is next month, which means his father is particularly busy setting up his long list of insufferable complaints, so Zizhen is free to roam the land for a few more weeks until his old man remembers about him.

Zizhen doesn't mind this one bit. He gets to visit high mountain peaks and beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea, fairs and festivals, faraway places he's only ever read about.

The third perk of being a sect heir is that he gets to help people sometimes only using his status. As annoying as his father can be, sect leader Ouyang has managed to gain quite a bit of a name after he sealed some advantageous trade deals and doing away with unnecessary expenditures (bless his new advisors!) - so now people respect his name more than they ever used to. In fact, after Zizhen's lectures in Gusu, he himself has encouraged his father take in more people to turn into disciples and set out for more frequent night hunts in the area. People needed help, and if the Ouyang sect could provide it, benefits on both sides would come pouring in.

Zizhen has always been like that - so very aware of his privileged position in the world and seeking to use that privilege to help the less fortunate. He knows the way the world works, has seen it firsthand in his many travels. The rich and powerful live in a world of their own, unwilling, or at the very least unaware, that, in fact they share that world with everybody else.

Zizhen has seen it all - the beatings, the abuse, the mockery. And so he swore to himself he is never going to be an accomplice to that. If there's anybody that can help, it's those that have the means to - politically, financially, through cultivation. And he's one of those people. He wants to be.

So, he doesn't regret this. It would be hypocritical of him to. In a way, he's always expected it would happen like this - because being a sect heir doesn't only have perks.

There are perils too.

He takes in a deep breath, and tries to sit properly against the tree, feeling the soft caress of the moss against the nape of his neck. It makes him smile, how he's never appreciated it before.

The wound in his stomach seeps blood over his ornate robes much like the nearby river seeps water down tall rocks, crystalline in the faint moonlight. He wonders if his blood glistens like that in the diffuse lighting, like fireflies dancing on top of a lake...

He smiles again. He really can't help being poetic, can he? Whatever could be poetic about somebody dying alone, in a forest far away from home, after allowing himself to believe a sob story about people needing help nobody else had bothered to provide?

Zizhen has always believed the world is full of good people, and so he has forgotten that there are bad people out there too. Bad people that hate him without having ever met him, people that want him dead just because of his name or the conditions he was born in. People that don't know how much good he has done, or the plans he has to reform his sect and help those that nobody has ever paid attention to. How much he disagrees with his father, though he loves him, how much he wishes that the name he carries will only be associated with kindness.

Zizhen doesn't regret this, no. He doesn't regret standing up for that young lady in the streets just now - those thugs were so much stronger than her, and they would have taken her away and hurt her had Zizhen not intervened. Who knows what horrors she would have had to endure had he not charged at her assailants?

It's better that it's him and not her, right? ...right?

There was no way for him to know who they were and what vendetta they had with his father. He would have still defended that young lady even if he knew, no doubt about it - but he would have tried to hide his face or conceal his identity in some way.

But he didn't, and it's too late for that now. At least the young lady managed to run away. Now that he thinks about it, Zizhen's dying a hero. An unsung, nameless hero, but a hero nevertheless.

He wonders if anyone will notice he's gone. They're used to him being away for long periods of time, so they probably won't. Father is busy with his sect business, mother is... not around. He doesn't have any siblings... his friends are all busy, living their lives in their own homes and sects... It will be a while before anyone realizes Zizhen has been gone for too long, and even more so until they find his body.

Or whatever will be left of him. There are many animals living in this forest, the moment they pick up on his scent, they'll probably...

Zizhen feels tears slide down his face. He really wishes he wasn't alone right now... He's always tried so hard to make friends and keep them close just so he wouldn't feel so lost and abandoned all the time. He always wrote everyone letters and invited them over and shared his passions with them - tried so fucking hard to surround himself with the love he always felt he was missing.

But such is life - the more you chase something, the further away it gets.

It shouldn't be so cold, it's the middle of summer. But Zizhen feels chills climbing up his spine, and a muted terror settles into his bones. He's going to die, he's really going to die, any moment now. He's going to die without having ever fallen in love, without having had a family, without having achieved anything at all. He's going to die and there will be nothing left of him in the world, nobody will remember he even existed in a few dozen years.

He won't ever get to see his father again, his home, his friends, he's won't ever get to finish all the books he's collected, he won't ever get to live again.

He wishes he could scream, but it all hurts too much, and his body feels numb and distant, his vision blurry at the edges. He thinks he almost sees them, his family, his friends, running through the foliage to find him, to hold him in his last moments.

But he knows that's not true. Nobody is coming for him. Nobody but death.

But there is something Zizhen doesn't realize, not as his eyes turn glassy and opaque, not as his chest stills and his heart stops beneath his ribcage. Not even as the tears and the blood dry, not even as, despite his last thoughts, his loved ones rush to look for him and break down in tears when they find him.

He doesn't realize he'll always live on, in the stories he has written, in the world he has created, his soul weaved into every word, his voice laid down in dozens upon dozens of pages.

Because, really, artists never truly die,and they're never truly forgotten either. There will always be something keeping them tethered to the world, something delicate and beautiful, something that will live on beyond them, beyond time - something love-shaped.

[nickgerlich]

Going Long

I remember the very first Walmart I went into in the early-1980s. It was somewhere in central Indiana, not far from where I was going to school, Indiana University. I had heard about this upstart discounter starting to make inroads in small towns, and had to take a look for myself. It was an interesting strategy at the time, because Walmart shied away from bigger cities initially. They believed that small towns offered them a lot of upside potential, and little competition.

They were right, and the strategy worked. Just ask Dollar General, who has borrowed that page of the play book for themselves.Of course, Walmart rapidly became ubiquitous and went everywhere, especially large cities and their suburbs. There are a little more than 4700 Walmarts in the US now, and they have about run out of places to put new ones. In fact, they won’t even look at small towns much anymore.

One thing was certain about Walmart stores all along: they looked like a cheap discounter on the inside. Whenever you can look over the top of a display and see all the way across to the opposite wall, you know you have stepped foot in a discounter.

But that can create image problems, especially when rival Target has done an excellent job positioning itself as the place to go for dry goods. Target stores increasingly have the boutique-within-a-store feel.

And ever since Walmart started introducing groceries in 1988, it has seen sales of food skyrocket such that the supermarket side of the store now accounts for 58% of total sales, a statistic that was zero in 1987. I suspect a lot of people grabbed their groceries and left.

Today, Walmart is working hard to create a top-shelf omnichannel shopping experience, from a revamped website and app, to new store interiors that are designed to keep people in the store a little longer. And when people linger, they tend to spend more.From home goods to apparel, pet products, the pharmacy, and—yes—the supermarket side, Walmart is making a pitch to look a lot more upscale, and leaving the downscale look for Dollar General.

Walmart unveiled the look at more than 100 stores this week. It’s a bold move, but they have 4600 more to go, which will no doubt take time. That said, I am seeing a new side of Walmart lately. They’re aggressively going after the sale, no matter how it is made, and trying diligently to craft a seamless online and in-store shopping experience.

The latest efforts are not exactly new for Walmart, though, as they have long tried to get people to spend more instore, and particularly higher-income shoppers. Walmart has noticed more middle- and upper-income grocery shoppers in their stores, but will they cross the aisle so to speak and take a look at all of the other merchandise? It’s just that previous efforts did not work.

As part of the overhaul, Walmart is also including a “dollar store” section, clearly a stab at Dollar General and the others operating at that price point. They’re leaving no stone unturned.

It’s a big challenge to look upscale while still retaining the discount store format. Walmart is not abandoning its core customer, but it is certainly trying to attract new ones. Speaking from personal experience, I often feel “dirty” when I leave certain stores, like Ollie’s, Big Lots, Dollar General, and some Walmarts. It’s not that I am actually covered in dirt, mind you. It just feels that way, and whenever a customer has that feeling, it usually does not bode well for sales. Not mine, anyway.

It is refreshing to see Walmart playing offense. Since the pandemic, they have performed better than Target and other retailers, and rather than bank the cash, they’re plowing it back in.

I am not ready to buy clothes at Walmart just yet, although I have bought a few things at Target. I can see what Walmart has in mind. They’d like to make that sale too. Although there are some things I will not purchase there, I am up for things I don’t have to wear, like pet products, electronics, and maybe even some housewares. And just like with my groceries, I’ll use my app to pay for it all.

Well-played, Walmart. You’ve still got a way to go, but you’re definitely turning heads, mine included. You’ve definitely come a long way since the 1980s. I’m sure Sam Walton would approve.

Dr “Stay A Little Longer” Gerlich

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[regard-luxury]

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[love-minor-poltergeist]

Ok i know this is random but can you pls make headcanons of the devil and king dice with a s/o how is like really shy but one day they just found then singing really good ( like the s/o was singing a song like 'all eyes on me' or 'to the other side' ) sorry if is to weird, i just tought about now😅

Ok i know this is random but can you pls make headcanons of the devil and king dice with a s/o how is like really shy but one day they just found then singing really good ( like the s/o was singing a song like 'all eyes on me' or 'to the other side' ) sorry if is to weird, i just tought about now😅

A/N: Hough. Now that’s a song I haven’t thought of in a long time! It was nice revisiting an old banger!! Personally, I’ve always preferred SquigglyDigg’s cover because of the sheer power behind their vocals. Mini ramble aside, this was fun to write! Feel free to message me if you’d ever want me to redo this batch!

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King Dice:

Your boyfriend was, at his core, a showman. He’s always sharply dressed in his finest attire and equipped with a charming grin, nary a wrinkle or stray mustache hair to be found. People are naturally drawn to him. When he talks, people listen and swoon. You, on the other hand, are a bit of a  wallflower. Social interactions tend to make you a little antsy. You feel more at home in the corner of the room, silently watching the crowd with equal parts curiosity and longing.

He finds your shyness to be a breath of fresh air compared to the constant stream of sleaze he deals with. It’s tiring having to constantly walk on eggshells around staff and patrons alike. Getting home to you feels like his own little slice of heaven in Inkwell Hell. 

Music is one of the loves King Dice shares with you. Be it the orchestral Big Band, the Blues that he grew up with, or even the occasional Bluegrass record, the die wants to experience it all with you.

It’s not uncommon to hear your boyfriend hum or quietly sing along to the radio in his office. If he’s feeling particularly joyful, the die would pull you into an impromptu dance. A gleaming smile stretches out on the smooth pane of his face as he twirls you around, your laughter flooding his being with honey-sweet warmth. 

And though he loves you dearly, Dice also takes great joy in embarrassing you. Whenever a slower, romantic song comes on (i.e If I Didn’t Care by the Ink Spots), you best believe that man will serenade you as he pulls you close. There’s nothing more he loves than the sight of your lips pulled taut as you try to fight back a flustered smile, eyes trained to your hands as your cheeks steadily grow warmer. 

What King Dice didn’t account for, however, was that you also had a knack for music. 

He had heard it faintly when the elevator doors opened. The muffled vocals of Cab Calloway could be heard through his office door. Along with  singing. Your singing. Immediately, his interest skyrockets. 

It took everything in his power not to burst into his office as the die eased the door open. He peeked his head inside, and his heart soars at the sight playing out before him. 

There you were: donning his suit jacket and bouncing along to the rhythm. Your voice, usually unsure and shaky, rang out clear as day. 

So, with utmost care, King Dice leaned against the doorframe. Arms folded and a small smile on his face as you continue to sing on, completely carefree. It was rare to see you like this, and by god was it adorable. 

You noticed his presence when you hear familiar humming. You freeze, an unholy squeak escaping your lips. Dice, to his credit, tries to hold back any laughter as you word vomit a stream of “ohmygods” and “Howlonghaveyoubeenstandingthere?!?”

It may take you a while to live down the incident. Well, a long, long while. Dice brings it up often, much to your chagrin. He teases, but he doesn’t mean anything by it! The die truly is amazed that you hid this talent from him for so long– your voice is gorgeous!

While he won’t outright force you to sing, King Dice would love it if you did it more. It’s not often he meets a fellow singer. The fact that you’re his partner only sweetens the pot. He can only imagine the sweet music the two of you can make together. 

The Devil:

The two of you make for an odd pair. 

The Devil cuts an intimidating figure. Wild, wiry black fur, blood red eyes that peer into your soul, teeth that could easily tear you open– the demon’s terrifying. Most folks wouldn’t dare cross his path…. And then they see you. Tiny, soft-spoken, and probably the least confrontational soul on Inkwell. 

In the eyes of onlookers, you might as well be the canary nestled within the lion’s paw. However, harming you was the last thing on the demon’s list. 

He actually likes that you’re shy and keep to yourself, surprisingly! The Devil isn’t one for crowds and socialization, good as he may be at it; he’s grown past such pleasantries. If anything, he uses it as an excuse to squirrel you away to himself in his office, the sly bastard. 

Despite your private nature, the Devil already knew about your little talent. He had heard the way you quietly sing or hum to yourself in the halls near his office. You had thought you were in the clear. Oblivious to your lover, who sat at his desk. Frozen, pointed ears perked up and straining to hear the sweet sounds flowing from your lips.

The demon had no intention of revealing his discovery to you. At least, not at first. Your singing could indirectly ease the burden of a grueling workday. Why risk flustering his adorable songbird into silence?

However, the secret slips out in due time. It had been a long, grueling day for the demon. Shoulders visibly sagged and eyes bloodshot, the Devil had flopped onto you the moment he found you. He tucked his nose into the crook of your neck and snaked his arms around your stomach. A quiet purr rumbled in his chest as you idly rubbed his temple, and he gently butted his head against your hand. A comfortable silence covered the two of you like a warm, weighted blanket. And then, the Devil broke it with a low “Sing for me.”

The demon watched you splutter and reddened in his grasp, his eyes glinted with a mischievous glow. He couldn’t help but smirk into your neck. 

The moment you relent and indulge him is the day you become his personal songbird. Your demonic lover treasures you, truly. However, he still acts like a brat around you and will (teasingly!) pester you to sing to him whenever he asks. Each time you indulge him, you’re rewarded with a smug purr. 

It rarely ever happens, but, occasionally, the Devil may ask you to sing him a lullaby. Centuries of a turbulent, violence-filled immortal life has rendered him unable to sleep regularly. Most times, the demon brushes off his insomnia. He usually deals with it by leafing through paperwork until he exhausts himself. When the allure of sleep grows too great, however, the Devil will immediately bee-line to you. 

Once he hears your honey-sweet voice and your small fingertips rub circles into his temple, he’s out like a light. It’s one of the rare times the demon has a peaceful night’s rest.

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[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

[songofassandfire]

Kevlly Headcanons

this got a little long so there’s more under the cut

They're both a bit jealous and fairly protective, but Shelly more so than Kevin on both accounts.

Kevin is very aware that Shelly could take down a whole fleet of men if she wanted to, but he still can't help wanting to protect her. He'll often place himself in front of danger out of sheer instinct.

Kevin is typically more emotionally protective of Shelly. He'll dispel nasty rumors or confront people who call her ugly or treat her like a monster. His girlfriend is an angel and if you say otherwise he will get in your face.

Any bullying Kevin experienced at school stopped almost immediately when they started dating out of fear of how Shelly would handle them. One particularly persistent and stupid kid tried it and got his ass beat faster then he could blink.

While Shelly is the more emotional of the two, Kevin is more outwardly affectionate. He loves hugging, holding, and/or kissing her in some way whenever they're together.

It took Shelly a little while to get used to such frequent casual affection, but she loves how special and loved he makes her feel. Even if it's kind of embarrassing when he's so snuggly in public.

A good date for them is just snuggling up together, talking, and sharing music together. Neither of them need to do anything big or exciting to enjoy each other’s company.

One of their favorite places to go together is Whistlin’ Willy’s! Food, drinks, and games are all pretty cheap and there's always fun to be had for them, even if it’s more of a younger kid kinda place.

They get very competitive with each other in multi-player games. Skee ball is an especially deadly game, bystanders are encouraged to stay at least ten feet from them at all times during skee ball.

They usually don't even spend their tickets on anything, just kinda bunch them up in their pockets and forget about them. Kevin may occasionally exchange tickets on cool little plastic toys or candy for his little siblings.

Their relationship was awkward and a bit distant at first. Kevin kept tripping over himself trying to be the textbook "good boyfriend," meanwhile the memory of Larry Feegan's death made Shelly too afraid to let herself get attached to Kevin, which in turn just makes Kevin feel like he simply isn’t trying hard enough. It takes a while, but she does eventually open up to him about it.

Out of the aforementioned desire to be a good boyfriend (and because many, many people have made him feel insecure about his inability to buy stuff for her), Kevin does get little side jobs so he can get her nice things and take her places. (Illegally, since he's too young to work).

This actually continues into adulthood, by his early twenties Kevin is working 65-80 hours a week to support Shelly (and his siblings) while she attends college and works unpaid internships.

Growing up in an environment where his family never had enough, Kevin fears the idea of he and Shelly ever having to worry about money. He experienced first hand how poverty weighs people down, the unrelenting struggle and stress of it all turning people into the worst version of themselves. He doesn’t want that to happen to them.

Kevin will say he wants to show Shelly that he’s good enough for her, but she already believes that. It’s more to prove to himself that he deserves her.

Shelly knows why he’s doing this, and genuinely appreciates all the hard work he does every day. But, she can see how working so much is destroying him physically and mentally. They hardly see each other anymore and whenever they do, Kevin’s always too exhausted to do more than sleep.

This goes on for a few years, and actually drives a bit of a wedge between them. Many arguments were had over this. Eventually this gets resolved and Kevin agrees to stop working himself to death and the two spend more time together and things get better and it’s all happy and shit but honestly idk how I plan on solving that plot thread, so.

The Marshes on Kevin:

Randy is happy that Shelly is happy with somebody (especially after he, to put it lightly, ruined things with her last boyfriend). On the other hand, he fully thinks Kevin is a loser and that Shelly deserves better, a fact that he's not as subtle about as he thinks he is. I’m on the fence on whether he’d actually try to break them up/try to set Shelly up with someone else all out of a misguided attempt to do what he believes is “best” for Shelly, or if he’d just seethe but stay out of it. Depends on what’s funnier to me idk

He warms up to Kevin a little bit after he beats Jimbo in a drinking contest, and warms up to him a lot more when he becomes a part time delivery boy for Tegridy Farms. Once Kevin is a part of the business he starts to see him more as a dependable young man.

Kevin is respectful towards Randy for the most part, though it's mostly because the man kinda freaks him out. He's heard stories about Randy, both from Shelly and simply around town, and Kevin simply doesn't want to push the man too far. As a delivery boy, he thinks Randy’s a pretty fair boss, he lets him keep all of his tips so that’s nice.

Sharon thinks the two of them are just adorable together. She loves how happy he makes Shelly and will always offer to let him stay for dinner or make him a snack or something. She’d be lying if she didn’t also think he’s kind of a loser, though she’s better at hiding that fact than Randy is. She understands Kevin’s situation isn’t the best and tries to keep that in mind as much as possible.

Kevin likes Mrs. Marsh, and thinks she’s really nice, though he still watches his step because he doesn’t want to do/say something disrespectful and make her not like him. Always with the soft “please”s and “yes ma’am”s around her.

Stan has become a bit of a master at staying the fuck out of Shelly’s business, and this isn’t much of an exception. Most of the time he honestly forgets that Kenny even has a brother so it’s pretty easy to just disconnect Shelly’s boyfriend from his own friend. Kevin comes over a considerable amount, and sometimes he’s just hanging out or playing some video game in the living room, he and Stan will make small talk from time to time. Overall the two of them don’t really interact, so Stan’s opinion is more or less “yeah that guy’s alright.”

Insecurity is a big thing with Shelly. She knows how ridiculous it is but there’s this underlying worry in her that if Kevin starts talking to Stan more then he’ll start to prefer her turd brother over her, just like everybody else does. So ordinarily when she sees them talking she’ll kinda drag Kevin away and loudly tell Stan to “stay away from my boyfriend, turd!”

Kevin knows Stan from either Kenny’s occasional stories about his friends or Shelly’s angry rants about her family. This gives him kind of a mixed perception of Stan, but he doesn’t really wanna bother with figuring the kid out for himself. From what he can tell Stan’s an alright kid, and he’s just gonna leave it at that.

The Mccormicks on Shelly:

Stuart’s real proud of his son for getting himself a little girlfriend, even if he doesn’t really interact with her very much. He prefers to give the two of them space whenever Shelly comes over, but from what he can tell the two of them are a good match and that’s good enough for him.

Shelly has heard more than a few angry rants from Kevin about Stuart and Carol and thus has a very negative opinion on the both of them. She knows one of these days she might just up and say so, and she keeps interaction with them limited for that very reason. Luckily, they tend to leave her and Kevin to their own devices when she comes over.

Carol is just so happy that Kevin is dating such a nice girl, and Shelly has been nothing but a positive influence on her baby boy. She and Sharon gush and give each other details all the time

Essentially what I said earlier, although Carol does talk to Shelly every so often. Just small talk, asking about how she’s doing at school and at home. It’s normally pretty brief and Carol let’s the two of them get back to their little date soon enough.

Kenny is very wary about the idea of Shelly dating Kevin at first. He usually tries to stay out of Kevin’s business most of the time but he can’t help but be like “... really? Shelly?” He hears all the horrible shit she’s done to Stan and Kevin’s such a big dumb oaf that Kenny can’t help but feel… the slightest bit worried, so he kinda makes a point to observe whenever Shelly comes over. As time goes on and he sees that their relationship is generally fine, he stops worrying about it. He still doesn’t like Shelly very much, and it’s really weird that she’s dating his brother, but he learns to live with it.

Shelly and Kenny tend to not interact with each other and that is totally fine by her. She’s seen enough of that turd when Stan brings his dumb friends over, she doesn’t need to see any more. Kevin only occasionally brings up Kenny, and it’s generally positive, but Shelly still doesn’t feel the need to build any kind of relationship here. They are both perfectly content avoiding each other entirely.

With a stark lack of older sister figures in her life, Karen is drawn to Shelly pretty much the instant she meets her. If Kevin brings Shelly over, Karen will almost always want to hang out with them. Shelly’s admittedly soft on Karen so she doesn’t really know Shelly as this big rude bully like a lot of other kids do. She just thinks she’s cool and good at video games and helps her with homework every now and then.

Shelly is kind of… uneasy and awkward around Karen. She’s not used to being looked up to or admired in any sense, and she’s never had a sister so she doesn’t know what to do when this little turd sort of adopts her as one. Her only experience in being a sister is towards Stan and that’s, um, not a very suitable attitude toward her boyfriend’s littlest sib. She tries to avoid it, but Karen just latches herself onto the two of them whenever they hang out so that doesn’t work. Eventually being around the little turd gets easier and she grows to really like Karen.

[amysteriousmessenger]

May I request some fluff RFA headcanons? 🥺🥺

I hope these are okay!! I added Saeran and V just for the sake of it!! <3 these will be a random mixture of with and without MC!

Random Fluffy RFA + Saeran and V Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Fluffy Headcanons

He asks you to marry him in LOLOL, since there’s an expansion pack where you can set up a little house for extra storage. He gets really nervous and a bit sweaty about asking you to do it, he takes it oddly seriously and Zen almost passed out when he thought that you were actually engaged.

He tries to make you coffee every morning, especially if he’s trying a new style out. He thinks it’s really fun and he loves to greet you with it for breakfast. After a while, you come to associate the faint smell of coffee with Yoosung. 

At the start he starts sneakily using little bits of your shower gel because they smell so much nicer than the one his gamer student budget allows him to buy. Eventually, he’ll just cave and buy a bottle of the one that you use because it means he gets to be reminded of you all day and it’s a lot better for his skin anyway.

If you play with his hair when his head is in your lap, he’ll absolutely fall asleep. Yoosung is a little bit like a puppy in that way, it just makes him feel so happy and loved.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Fluffy Headcanons

Zen’s a big person for morning kisses, especially sleepy ones. He’s an early riser and definitely feels extra needy in the morning. He’s also always the big spoon, he likes to feel as though he’s protecting you even when he’s asleep.

Whenever you’re crying and cover your face so he can’t see, Zen’s the kinda person who would gently pull your arms away so he can get a look at you and figure out what’s wrong. He’ll kiss at your eyes and cheeks until you either stop crying, or let him get close enough to pull you in so you can cry on his chest. 

He loves doing skincare on you. If he thinks you’ve had a hard week, he’ll do your moisturiser, clay mask, face mask, eye mask- you name it, Zen wants to pamper you with it. He knows the importance of skincare and he thinks it’s a great way to relax and pamper you. 

Zen’s ‘Happy Place’ that he thinks of when he gets stressed is the two of you, beers in hand, spending an evening in the kitchen trying to cook food. He can hear the laughter, smell the ever-so-slightly burning food, taste the traces of beer on your lower lip. It just makes him so happy to think about and he can feel the desperation in his limbs to sprint home at full speed and make the daydream real.

Jaehee Kang Fluffy Headcanons

Saturday mornings are Jaehee’s favourite out of the whole week. She’s just worked 5 hellish days and Saturday is the day where she gets to have a bit of a lie-in. Usually, Jumin doesn’t ask her to come into the office on weekends and it’s usually just a case of working from home. Jaehee tries not to oversleep too much because she doesn’t want to throw off her schedule but sometimes she can’t help but pass out for 10 hours straight and undisturbed. 

She really enjoys bubble baths with you. When you first start doing it together, she’s a little shy at being seen undressed so intimately, but she still really enjoys the time alone with you. It’s a great way to unwind and she likes being so close to you.

Jaehee isn’t much of a cuddler when she’s asleep, she tends to just sleep flat on her back out of exhaustion. However, if you wake up for any reason during the night, you’ll frequently find her hand holding yours, whether she did it consciously or not. 

She collects really nice and cute stationary. She doesn’t really take them to work because she doesn’t want to be seen as unprofessional, but once she runs the coffee shop, she gets to write in her little hot-drinks-themed stationary and decorates the little cups with tiny stickers for the frequent customers and especially for whenever Zen comes to visit.

Jumin Han Fluffy Headcanons

Sunday mornings are Jumin’s favourites. He usually wakes up really early by routine, but on Sundays he spends a little bit longer curled up in bed with you and Elizabeth the Third, watching you both sleep. Jumin’s also usually the big spoon if he’s sleeping on his side, but when he sleeps on his back he typically still has one arm around your waist so you’re pulled next to him with your head on his chest.

He personally donates to many different cat shelters all over the country. He takes the money straight out of his own bank account and gives generous monthly donations to make sure that there’s enough funding to both feed the cats already there, and take in extra cats of the streets along with getting them adopted. Jumin’s staff actually has a company policy that if they adopt a cat from one of the shelters that Jumin supports, the vet and adoption fees are covered by him, he counts it as philanthropy.

Jumin has a bottle of wine in his cellar from the date you met, the date you first kissed, the date you got engaged and the date you got married. He hasn’t quite decided when he’ll share those wines with you, he just knows at the moment that he wants to keep them for a very special occasion. 

When he’s bored at work but he can’t call you because you’re busy, he pictures taking you to one of his vineyards on the weekend. He’ll picture your smile, you adjusting your hat and lightly squinting against the sun, you smiling at him over your glass of wine. Then he’ll tell Jaehee to clear his schedule for the weekend.

Saeyoung Choi Fluffy Headcanons

Your arms around him, holding him against you, is pretty much the only thing that can bring Seven out of an anxiety attack. If you’re not physically with him, he crawls under the duvet on his bed in hopes of still smelling you. He’ll call you and look through selfies with you that he has on his phone until he calms down. 

Seven frequently tries to make you food. He’s never had to cook for anyone before and he doesn’t really cook for himself, so it’s a lot of trial, error and frustrated takeaways. You try to eat whatever he makes though because you can really tell that he’s put his heart into it and you want to show him that you appreciate the effort he’s making.

He loves you feeling his biceps and gushing over how strong he is. He’s not even particularly ripped but you can tell he has strength in his limbs and seeing you give him any kind of physical approval makes him m e l t instantly.

He’s both the big and little spoon, depending what mood he is in. Sometimes he wants to hold you close and never let go, but sometimes Seven needs a little bit of support too and want to feel like he’s needed by you.

His absolute favourite dates are the arcades, the cinema, bowling and carnivals. He has far too much fun on the bumpercars and he absolutely has it out for you, you spend most of the time trying to escape him.

GE Saeran Choi  Fluffy Headcanons

GE Saeran always makes very over the top hot chocolates for the both of you. He has an arsenal of whipped cream, syrups, chocolate shavings and sprinkles. His hot chocolate is better than any you could buy in a store. He’ll make one for you whenever you ask, and then sometimes just to surprise you if it looks like you’re having a bad day.

GE Saeran ends up getting two cavities in his first few years of living freely. He does look after his teeth, but he let his sweet-tooth go little bit wild with all the new foods he got to try, it was all so new and fun to him, he just wanted to try everything! He took much better care of his teeth after that, but the trip to the dentist was quite a weird one since he’d never been before. 

Slight Angst: Saeran always serves your food first and makes sure there’s always extra helpings if you want it. He usually puts a little bit more on your plate than what you would usually eat. He never quite gets over the guilt of taking your food away at Magenta, so he spends the rest of his time making sure you have more than enough to eat now.

He likes to constantly buy you little gifts that he sees when he’s out and about that remind him of you. A little notebook in your favourite colour? A little forget-me-not necklace? A candle that smells like your perfume? He’d added them all to his cart. 

After lip kisses, Saeran loves giving cheek and hand kisses to you. For him, he really loves getting head kisses and he thinks it’s extra cute when you plant a little kiss onto the tip of his nose.

V/Jihyun Kim Fluffy Headcanons 

V usually wakes up first, unless he was working late in his studio. He wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, a cup of coffee and soft words. After he’s put your drink on the table, he’ll climb back into bed with you and cuddle until you’re properly awake.

He actually enjoys baking with you. Well, he likes to help you bake and then he gets to do the decorating. You usually bring a cake to any RFA hangouts and it’s always very obvious when V’s helped you bake because it feels like he goes out of his way to put a piece of gallery-worthy art onto a cake with food colourings and icings. He thinks it makes it tastes better, and you have to agree. 

In recent years, V’s been considering trying a more plant-based diet. He thinks he’d like to try vegetarianism, but he’s frequently spend periods of time as a pescatarian, especially after he’s come back from travelling. It also means that he gets to practice cooking more too.

[danganronpadespairtime]

Bonus Episodes + Other Questions

Briefly, I will open up the askbox again, because I think there may be some questions.

You can send in questions here. A Tumblr account is not needed to ask questions.

There may be chapter 1 spoilers.

Anonymous asked:

Can we get color palettes for the characters? It's hard to get the right colors from the sprites since there are so many gradients, and not every character has a CG. Sorry to inconvenience you.

I color pick from sprites, because when the gradient is removed it may make certain colors look lighter... But if that isn’t a concern for you, then I will provide flats.

Anonymous asked:

What each of the cast member’s clothing preferences? I want to do fan art of them in casual clothing, so I’m pretty curious! 

Sorry, I have a bad fashion sense and it may limit my responses, but I’ll try to answer to the best of my ability

Eden: She enjoys cute fashion, but she also enjoys wearing androgynous style clothes.

J: Refuses to wear feminine things. Likes dark colors and hoodies.

Teruko: Her fashion sense diverges from what she’d actually wear. Secretly she wants to wear girly, cute things, but is unable to afford that kind of thing. She likes skirts.

Nico: Like Teruko, wants to wear girly things but doesn’t due to external factors

Hu: Wears modernized casual hanfu. She also likes long skirts

Veronika: Complicated, lolita-like fashion

Min: She cares more about practicality than looks. She wears comfortable clothing

Levi: Fashionable

Arturo: Something that appears expensive... Designer clothes, faux high fashion

Whit: A similar style to the clothes that he is current wearing

Arei: Cute,Girly

Ace: Sporty

Charles: Semi-formal, but he doesn’t care too much about appearance

David: Semi-formal. ‘professional’ and stylish look

Rose: Eccentric and colorful, and not delicate

Anonymous asked:

This question doesn’t relate to the episodes, but rather the comic: would you say that the comic is also canonic and prior to the events of drdt? 

No, it was just a joke.

Anonymous asked: 

Was the Ultimate contest for eminent students part of the Korean Hope’s Peak, and then Min later came to america?

Currently there is no confirmation that Korea has built a Hope’s Peak. I think there may be some assumption that because someone has a foreign name, they can’t be american nor have grown up in america. This isn’t really true.

Stated explicitly, every member of the cast is American, and has spent a significant portion of their childhood growing up in the US.

That being said, Min has always been serviced by america’s Hope’s Peak. Whenever DRDT references Hope’s Peak, it will almost always be in reference to the American ones.

Anonymous asked:

Why Xander has both eyes? What happend to his eyepatch?

Xander presumably received his eye injury shortly before the start of the the events of DRDT, so it’s not like he had it for most of his life.

Anonymous asked:

sorry im so confused... is chariton like, a country that xander is from or something?

Chariton is a fictional town in an unspecified state in the US. North C is a city that is north of Chariton, in the same state. Both receive water from Chariton River (also fictional) that flows from north to south. 

There is a real town and a real river named Chariton but that is an unintended coincidence.

Anonymous asked: 

Is there gonna be more Bonus episodes? 

That is all there is for now. More bonus episodes may come after chapter 2.

Anonymous asked: 

Is there a fully body for Xander's casual outfit in the bonus episode? I think it looks really awesome!

Anonymous asked:

Do you have a rough estimation of the next chapter release? It’s ok if you don’t!

No to both, sorry. Regarding the second thing I am so early on in the production process that I cannot even begin to fathom a release date.

Anonymous asked:

Are both "unnamed students" the same person given that they have the same voice actor? Or is it just a coincidence? Also, why is Nico called "Nico Kasabyan" in the prologue? Was that his original name?

1. Same person

2. That was a mistake

Anonymous asked:

Not exactly an important question, but did Ace’s hair turn more dull?

Yes. He is getting a little sloppy with his hair dye maintenance, and/or he stopped caring.

Anonymous asked:

What year does this take place?

I don’t want to be too specific with dates nor places lest I accidentally invoke some real-life associations. DRDT takes place 70-80 years after the events of Danganronpa, somewhere in the US. That’s about specific as it gets.

Although you’d expect things to be very different after almost a century, much of that time was devoted to rebuilding post-Tragedy, so it is about analogous to our present day.

Anonymous asked:

Will Duke Spurling be mentioned in the main story at all? The story in the side episodes intrigue me a lot, and it makes me wonder if they’ll ever cross over.

I should clarify that the bonus episodes being “not plot important” doesn’t mean that none of the content will show up in the main story, just that if any events in them are plot important, then they will be also discussed as necessary within the story themself. That is to say, you can skip them and still understand the main story.

I do realize now this may be misleading wording on my part, so I apologize. That being said, some of the people and events mentioned, particularly in the second episode, may come up in the story... sometime in the distant future... Please remain patient!

koivoid asked:

How many students were in East Class 27? 

16 students, with (including) one randomly selected Ultimate Lucky Student. This is standard for all Hope’s Peak classes, with very few exceptions. In addition the classes are always “evenly split by gender” (in theory).

Anonymous asked:

are Nico's eye fades red or gray? Cause I noticed some inconsistencies between the videos and cast page. I'm not sure if it's intentional or the cast page is old and needs to be updated.

I changed them to gray after seeing that too many characters already had red eyelashes, but I haven’t updated the cast page. If there are any discrepancies within the cast pages or photos, they’re usually insignificant.

[tinyjeanmarco]

Your bertl domestic hcs were so wonderful. If your requests are still open could I get Reiner domestic hcs please? And no rush!!

domestic reiner hc’s!

note: hello! yes, i love reiner sm 😭 he just makes my heart explode. i made these modern setting, i hope that’s okay! please enjoy! (●ˇ∀ˇ●) ♡

reiner x gn!reader

warnings: none.

reiner is a big teddy bear. he is very squishy and comfy to lay on. one of the best of the aot men to cuddle with.

his skin is so soft because he makes sure to moisturize his entire body instead of just a few parts.

he loves giving you his clothes to borrow. he thinks you look so cute wearing them and he likes the idea of you smelling like him.

sometimes will ask if he can borrow your clothes.

“hey baby? is it okay if you gave me one of your hoodies too?”

YES REINER, TAKE AS MANY AS YOU WANT, HONEY.

okay, speaking of honey, reiner would call you that all the time! he would also whip out a ton of other pet names. sweetheart, sweetie, darling, love, etc.

he melts and swoons when you call him those kinds of names right back!

reiner is the boyfie who will pick you up and spin you around if he hasn’t seen you in a while (that being a minimum of two days).

sneaks kisses any opportunity he can. he will lean over the center console of the car to steal a kiss when you stop at a red light.

sometimes reiner will stop by a bakery or café on his way home from work, and will bring you a cupcake. he likes bringing you sweet treats to enjoy with him.

this man loves candles, you cannot change my mind. he will always come home with a new one like, “babe! look at this new candle i got!”

he’s so precious, i swear. if you’re the one who buys a candle to surprise him? he will give you the biggest bear hug, holding you so tight you might pop. 

candles just make him so excited!

reiner is the guy who hears a song he really likes, thinks you would like, or that reminds him of you, and will send it to you. he just texts you a spotify link and tells you it made him think of you.

he would also be the one who suggests you get a shared spotify premium account and split the cost, that way he can make playlists for you all the time.

he will find any way to compliment you when he gets the chance to. you’re literally in sweatpants lounging around? expect a “baby, you look so good right now.”

like?? reiner? i’m not dressed up?

he just loves how you look no matter what. dressing comfy is so attractive to him because you’re just.. being comfy.

he loves it especially when you’re wearing his sweatpants! it makes his heart explode with fondness.

he will constantly tell you how proud he is of you if he notices you’re really stressed out lately. reiner loves supporting you and making sure you know that you’re doing a great job.

he will also offer to take baths with you, using the bath bombs you guys have stored for when one of you is particularly struggling or stressed out.

his favorite ones are the glittery ones. they’re so pretty and they make him feel pretty. 

let reiner be pretty if he wants to! >:(

when you’re cold, he will grab some blankets and socks, throw them in the dryer, and let them warm up. that way, when he sits down to cuddle with you, he’s sure you’re warm and cozy!

he has your order for everywhere memorized. coffee order? got it. what you like on your pizza? knows it down to how crispy you like the crust. 

when you guys order take out, he will not even have to ask what you want, he can usually tell based off your mood.

reiner has this pair of pink booty shorts that he wears around the house sometimes, and he always wears them when cleaning.

just imagine reiner in pink booty shorts, blasting music as he’s vacuuming, and shaking his ass to the music.

he doesn’t notice you staring until you start to laugh, and he turns almost as pink as the shorts he’s wearing.

he loves showering with you, just likes the closeness and intimacy of it. it takes a lot of trust, so it makes him feel safe and warm whenever you guys share a shower.

not even for sexual things, just wholesome showers, washing each other’s hair and bodies, sharing soft kisses (and trying to not slip and fall).

reiner makes my teeth hurt from how sweet he is. he loves hugging you and will just have his arms wrapped around you and sway side to side comfortingly.

he gives the best hugs, you heard it here first.

always asking you for a hug or cuddles. 

please give them to him whenever he asks.

reiner is so gentle and sweet, one of the best boyfies you could ever ask for. gives his heart and best effort to anything involving you. treat him the same way. ♡

[sup-hoes-its-me]

I have a Shikamaru request! It’s a bit long winded so dust with me 😊. Shikamaru is assigned to protect reader who is the last of her clan that a lot is not known about. (So he also has the secret mission of finding our more about the clan and their abilities). They end up falling for each-other (of course). And after reader finds out she is pregnant she learns that Shikamaru was meant to learn about her. I’m seeing some angsty fluffy goodness! And hopefully a happy ending. 🥰

Healing You (Shikamaru x Reader)

A/N: Thank you for your request! These long detailed ones are perfect and give me just enough information to give you the perfect story. I skipped the pregnancy part because im not totally comfortable with that...hopefully you still enjoy.

word count: 5500

Shikamaru had been anticipating this mission for a while. The Hokage told him it was of utmost importance to be ready at any time for this clan princess to show up. He was expected to drop all other missions or plans to escort this woman, whoever she was across the country to her homeland deep within Frost country. He wasn’t expecting much, actually he was expecting probably the worst client ever.

For someone to request escort at the drop of a hat like that, someone with enough money to do so as well... Shikamaru could only assume they were an asshole of the highest caliber. Probably some old woman or a spoiled little child, someone he definitely would not get along with for a month long mission just the two of them. He could remember the urgency in Kakashi’s tone when he assigned the mission, the amount of trust behind his words.

Shikamaru walked into the office casually, hands shoved deep in his pants pockets. Kakashi sat there alone at his desk, looking through paperwork and sifting through piles of white sheets, each with different names and faces. He must have thought long and hard about who he was to pick for this mission, the boy concluded.

This was going to be tiresome, he deduced quickly. Another tedious mission.

“Shikamaru, I have an important mission for you,” the man said clearly. “You can look through these files, if you want, but we don’t have any clear information on this one, I’m afraid.” He tossed over a folder full of records. Death receipts, birth certificates, first hand accounts of battles witnessed. He didn’t know what to make of what he was looking at other than a common last name running across the pages.

Hirawa.

“What is this about?” he questioned.

“In about a month's time, possibly longer, possibly shorter, I don’t have an exact date, you will escort Princess Y/N Hirawa, of the hidden Hirawa clan to the Land of Frost.”

“Who’s on my team?”

He shook his head at that question. “No one. This is a solo mission, and I’m entrusting you alone with this. It’s important you keep your mouth shut about all of this until we know it’s safe, for you and the princess.” Safe? Just what kind of mission was this anyway? Obviously it had something to do with this clan, not that he’d ever heard of them. “She has a bounty on her head, quite large at that. But we believe she can become the key to mastering some ninjutsu, particularly medical jutsu.”

“Well, what’s her clan’s kekkei genkai?”

“That’s what we don’t know, and for you to find out. All we know is that there's some dangerous people out there who want this power, and we need to protect her at all costs, you understand,” he stressed, and Shikamaru nodded. This wasn’t that big of a deal, he guessed. Protecting one girl from some rookie bounty hunters, not to mention he was being sent out alone. This was going to be a walk in the park.

The worst part of it all would be putting up with some troublesome girl for an entire month. Making conversation and having to pretend she wasn’t getting on his last nerve. That would tire him the most.

“Rumor has it, she was never able to awaken her ability, so I’m hoping you can help coax it out of her and see what we’re dealing with.”

“Of course. I’ll figure it out.”

“Good. I’m counting on you. You should take the files to look over in your free time, you’ll have lots of it before this mission. I have copies here for myself,” he motioned to another folder on her desk filled to the brim with papers just like the one he was holding. It was strange to have so much information at their fingertips, but not enough to put a description to their kekkei genkai. They must be secretive, similar to how the Uchiha hides their secrets on the stone tablet, or something.

He left the Sixth Hokage’s office and walked away to his home, where he could more closely go over the information in this folder, try to deduce something from all this random information. He would get to the bottom of this, he was a genius after all. Whether he had the help of this woman or not, he would figure it out for the Hokage.

And so, here he stood outside of Kakashi’s office with all his supplies packed in his bag, dressed for a long mission away from home. The princess had arrived. He was to meet her and then immediately they were supposed to leave off to her homeland.

The Anbu officer to his left opened the door, and motioned for him to walk in. So uptight for just a little meeting, was all this security really necessary, he wondered to himself. As he looked into the room, he spotted Kakashi standing along the window behind his desk with a smaller woman at his side, wrapped up in thick robes made of wool, embroidered with thick silver and white yarn.

Admittedly, her clothes looked incredibly expensive. He questioned how she wasn’t sweating bullets with the typical warm weather outside here in Konoha. He was expecting her to turn around, to be this hideous creature.

“Ah, Y/N, it seems your escort has arrived,” Kakashi hummed, placing a soft hand on the woman’s back as she turned around. When he finally got a good look at her face, he was taken aback, nearly enough to throw him off balance. She was decidedly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Wrapped up in those blankets was a young woman, who couldn't be much older than he was, with piercing eyes that immediately cut through his.

Her hair fell just perfectly around her face to frame her features, the soft color suiting her eyes and skin perfectly. Her eyelashes flickered over her eyes a few times as she gazed over at him, and he felt swoon. She had the softest skin he’d ever seen combined with those mesmerizing eyes and the shape of her face which looked like it belonged cradled in his hands.

He felt this inert urge to run in the opposite direction from her, out the room and down the hall, back to home where he could catch his breath. He already knew his cheeks were turning bright red under her stare, and he could tell Kakashi was judging him with those dark eyes of his.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shikamaru Nara,” she hummed, and he felt faint. Even her voice was precious, almost like she was singing. He choked down his breaths, trying to keep his cool the best he could. It was uncharacteristic of him to act this way with a client. He was just her escort, not some pervert. They were going to live together for basically a month, he needed to get a grip on his emotions. “Your Hokage was telling me great things about you.”

“Oh, uh,” he paused, frozen without words to leave his lips, just an empty mind full of her image. He shook his head a bit, eyes now glaring down at the floorboards beneath him. “You too, Princess.”

“Please, just call me Y/N. Princess is just too formal for me,” she told him, waving off the title almost as quickly as it left his mouth. “Kakashi, it was nice getting to know you this morning, I hope to see you and your wonderful village again soon.”

“You’re welcome back whenever you like.”

She rounded the table and approached Shikamaru carefully, eyeing him down as she did so. She took in his appearance and his stance, the emotions she could see radiating off his person from his body language. From the looks of it, he simply appeared flustered and confused. Not exactly the most ideal for the situation at hand, but they would manage. Men usually had a similar reaction when they saw her for the first time, either they were in awe or they were trying to kidnap her.

He nodded in her direction and then to the Hokage before turning around and starting out the door, the girl following closely behind him. He could hear the swishing of her thick robes around her ankles, just barely skimming the floor. He still didn’t know her personality at all, but he wouldn’t mind looking at her once in a while on this trip.

“So, why are you heading to the Land of Frost?” he asked, and she sighed.

“One of the village elders is dying. They believe my kekkei genkai is the only way to reverse the incoming death, and its consequence on my people,” she explained.

“Why doesn’t another one of your clan members do it? Surely the rest of your family lives-”

“There is no one else. I am the last living Hirawa,” she told him simply, and he could sense a bit of ice dripping off her tongue at those words. How could she not be upset recalling the annihilation of her entire clan. “The problem is that I haven’t been able to awaken my kekkei genkai. I’m not sure what they want with a useless Hirawa like me.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about your clan, but calling yourself useless really isn’t-”

“How would you feel, Shikamaru, if you were the only person in the world with the ability to save a human being from their certain death and you couldn’t even activate that gift? You have to understand how that feels for me,” she told him solemnly, her head hung low as she walked toward the gates of the village right beside the boy. People looked at her as she moved through the village, they stared in awe at her clothes and her face and the unique glimmer in her eyes. And she cowered inward, tucking herself into her robes and the fur of her hood even further, away from the prying eyes of this village.

He stayed silent, not really knowing how to respond to what she’d said to him. The sadness and the anger in her tone, deep within her words, was immeasurable. She was in pain, a conflict with herself. He wasn’t going to get into that just yet. They’d only met a few minutes ago.

They left the village together and started on their journey. It was going to be a long month, that’s for sure.

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It had been a week of walking through the forest already, days of sleeping on the ground beneath the stars, eating rations out of his bag over the fireplace. Originally, he thought this mission would be easy, that she seemed like a normal-ish girl who wouldn’t give him any trouble, but he was wrong.

She was too quiet. It was strange, walking with someone for hours without a single word shared between them. He tried to start up a conversation, and she would reply with one word answers, sometimes if he was lucky, two or three words. She rarely looked at him, choosing to either stare at the ground where she took each step, or up at the stars and the vastness of it all. She was lost in her own mind.

Every night, as they were falling asleep, he could hear her looking over at him, scanning his form for a sign that he was still awake. He would remain still, facing the opposite way on his side, head propped up on his bag. Then, when she thought she was safe, he would hear the sobs run through her weak form. She would shake and quiver, curling in on herself and crying out into the forest for only Shikamaru and the moon to hear.

He felt terrible for her, needless to say. The guilt he felt just from hearing her cries, and knowing her internal struggle was enough to make this trip difficult. His heart hurt for her, as strange as that was to say. Normally, it was easy to remain objective, but with Y/N, it was different. He felt attached. He felt like her problems were also his. It was maddening.

She laid on the ground beside him, the majority of her soup still in her bowl and her water bottle resting at her side. She stared up into the clouds, occasionally, her eyes would slide over to see what he was up to and then she would look back at the sky. “You need to eat. We have a lot of walking until we reach the next town, probably a week’s worth. I can’t carry you if you get too tired,” he told her, pushing her bowl closer to her side.

“You know, Shikamaru, sometimes I wonder why people like you Leaf nin even protect someone like me. What’s the point? I’m useless to you and the enemy,” she muttered hopelessly. He still pushed the soup closer until she sat up and took the bowl into her hands, taking a small sip from the spoon. “I just don’t get it. How can you call me princess when I’m just as normal as the next woman on the street?”

“Listen, I don’t know what anyone else has told you, but that’s a load of bullshit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, just because you can’t access your abilities right now doesn’t make you useless. You’re still a person just like everyone else,” he explained, stabbing his spoon into his soup as he found himself getting a little worked up. He couldn’t stand this self-pitying bullshit from her. Yeah, she was sad and all, but she didn’t have to rub it into the wound like this.

She looked surprised at his words.

What did she expect him to say? That she was right and then just abandon her out in the woods? He was beginning to think this girl was just plain stupid.

“It’s just been impossible since the incident to think of anything else. I’m sorry for upsetting you,” she sighed, taking another sip of her now cold soup.

He questioned carefully. “What incident?” He was on a mission after all. To discover her clan secrets and bring them back to the village to study. Even if she was being emotional, he could still gather some intel.

She bit her lip, and looked up to the sky again, blinking back tears from gathering in the corners of her eyes. She took a few deep breaths before explaining herself. “The day my clan was massacred. The day that those people slaughtered my sensei in front of the entire village and then killed my parents.”

He paused, lifting his eyes to look at her. She was crying, as he expected, silent tears dripping from her eyes into her lap. But she was holding strong otherwise, not a falter in her voice or a catch in her breath. She wasn’t even shaking. She was really serious about keeping these emotions private, in the middle of the night where he couldn’t hear or see.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he assured, but she shook her head.

“I’m fine. I should talk about it anyway. I haven’t had a person to talk to in years, you know.” Sitting on her face was the saddest of all smiles, a weak attempt at remaining strong. She wiped at her eyes with her wrist and continued. “I’m not even sure why they wanted us all dead, but it had something to do with the war and my clan’s actions. They were barbaric. They slit the throat of my sensei in town square and we watched her blood drip across town while they carried her head.”

“Oh, damn.”

“I know,” she agreed, “As sick as it is to say, I’m glad they only stabbed my parents with a sword. We used to be royalty, it took them killing an entire army of soldiers to get to the throne room to kill them. I was only a child hiding in the curtains, I had to watch without making a sound. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t even breathe, or they would have killed me too.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. That’s horrific.”

“When they left, it was only me. I had to walk my way to one of the outer villages for help. I was a mess, covered in my parents blood. They’d stolen everything. All the secrets of the clan. I never got the chance to read the sacred texts. I only know from my Sensei the very basics of what we can do.”

He absorbed what she had said, taking in each word. Admittedly, she lived a terrible, horrible life, one to rival Sasuke at that. He asked, “You haven’t been able to retrieve any of the texts, have you?”

“No, unfortunately. That’s why it’s taken me this long to figure out how to unlock my ability. I literally do not know how,” she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “It feels strange, knowing I have this ultimate healing ability and I can’t even use it to save anyone.”

“Ultimate healing ability?”

“Well, yeah. That’s our kekkei genkai. We can heal basically anything besides death. Blindness, deafness, rotting limbs, in some cases, paralysis. I’m not sure how it works, but that’s what it does. That’s why they want me to come home so desperately. I’m the only one left who can heal her.”

“You’ll figure it out,” he stated bluntly, and she tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“What?”

He reiterated, “You’ll figure out how to use your kekkei genkai. I believe in you. You’re beautiful, smart, and modest, not a fool.”

She found her cheeks begin to heat up at his words, and she leaned back, her eyes catching onto his. “Thank you, Shikamaru. It’s not everyday I get earnest compliments like that.” It was true. Normally, she did get compliments, but not the nice kind. She would often get harrassed on the street by men without brains, or recieve backhanded comments from people of her own village who hated her for what she could not be.

He shook his head, “Well, you should. You’re a strong woman, you just need more faith in yourself. You have almost no self-confidence whatsoever.” He was right about that too. Sad, wasn’t it? “You’re obviously a good person, so be proud of yourself. Not a lot of people could have gone through what you did and still be on the good side to this day.”

“I-” Y/N froze, her eyes growing wide. “Did you hear that?” she asked, her eyes flickering from Shikamaru into the woods. There were voices, soft and quiet voices, but they were still there, hush in the background. He stood up on his feet, and motioned for her to stay down close to the ground.

“Come out, whoever you are.”

And, indeed, a group of men emerged from the forest, at least ten of them. They sauntered up to the pair and the leader smirked. “We’re not here to hurt you, Leaf shinobi. Just hand over the princess and no harm will come to you,” he said, his voice musty and disgusting, like he’d been smoking cigarettes everyday for the past ten years. They knew, clearly, that a leaf shinobi wasn’t just about to abandon their charge and go running for the hills. His request was a joke.

Y/N wasn’t a fighter. She couldn’t help even if she wanted to. She was solely a healer, and even then, her skills were shaky at best. She could only do the most menial and mediocre of work on her patients. Shikamaru was against these men completely alone.

She felt fear creeping up her spine and sending shivers through her body. She barely knew the boy, had only known him for a week or so, but damn, did she like him. He was kind to her, one of the kindest people she’d met in a long time. She wanted him to be safe, to save her and come out on top like the shinobi of the Leaf are supposed to.

He turned around and waved for her to run. “Princess, Imma need you to run. I’ll come find you when it’s safe. Just go.”

She was hesitant to take off, but one stern look from him shot down any thought of staying. The woman gathered up her robes and ran in the opposite direction of the crew and her protector. Immediately after she left, she heard screaming from behind, the shouts of men in pain and men filled with anger. So much yelling. She held her breath, and kept running, running until she could only hear the faint yells of the men. She couldn’t hear Shikamaru. He was far too quiet to have those loud theatrics on the battlefield.

Y/N took cover in the roots of a tree, and just listened, felt what was going on around her. She studied the chakra signatures floating through the air, counting how many men still lived and how many were alive and well. Likewise, she kept close track of Shikamaru’s energy, making sure he was still going.

If he died, she didn’t know what would come of her. Would she be sold off? Murdered? She knew of the unspoken bounty on her head amongst the criminals, and that struck fear in her heart. All she could do was pray for Shikamaru’s survival.

After what seemed like hours but in reality only about 10 minutes, the screams and shouts finally came to a halt. The chakra signatures of most of the men were completely gone, meaning they had died sometime during the battle. Only some remained, and they were weakened severely, probably passed out or bleeding out.

Shikamaru’s alarmed her. It was weak, almost as weak as the rest. She crawled out from under the tree and started back in the direction of the campsite, keeping her head low nearly in a crouch to stay unseen. There was no telling what was happening over there or who was still out here.

When she got to the campsite though, her eyes widened and she nearly screamed. While the rest of the men collapsed on the ground in bloody heaps, Shikamaru lay in the middle of them, bleeding out from a ginormous wound protruding from his side. She fell onto her knees beside his barely breathing form and held her hands over the wound, trying her best to run her chakra through her, but she was weak. Only a faint light emanating from her hands, not enough to come close to saving him.

“Shikamaru? Shikamaru, can you hear me? Please, try to stay awake, okay?” the girl pleaded, resting one of her soft hands on his cheek. He sighed into her touch. It was just as he imagined. Warm and gentle, like the caress of a feather. At least, if he were to die, it would be in the arms of an angel, he decided.

“You need to head back to the Leaf. Tell Kakashi what happened,” he sputtered out, blood leaving his lips and dripping down the sides of his face. “I lived a good life.”

“No, no, no. You are not dying on me. Not happening,” she whispered. She continued to pour her chakra into his wound, not that it was doing anything serious. Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling, but she couldn’t help it. All these tears plagued her life. Memories that made her cry. All the pressure. All the death. Poor Shikamaru lying here dying after saving her life. “I’m going to save you,” she muttered firmly.

Pressure built up in her chest and she pushed further and further, digging deeper into her chakra reserve. It actually hurt the amount of effort she was putting in. It was exhausting, and after about a minute, she was gasping for breath. “Stop. It’s okay, princess.”

“Dammit, Shikamaru, I told you not to call me princess, “ Y/N shouted, and in that moment, she felt something shift inside her. A well of energy she never knew she had opened up and she felt it being filled not by her own chakra but by the men around her. Her body absorbed every last bit of chakra in their bodies, filling hers completely. When Shikamaru looked up at her, he noticed a slight glow coming from her skin that wasn’t there before.

It seemed she awoke her kekkei genkai.

With all the newfound energy she had, she channelled it into saving Shikamaru. Right in front of her eyes, his wound began to close and blood sunk back into his body. He groaned at the feeling, shifting uncomfortably on the ground. Finally, she had done something great.

And as she watched the last bit of his wound shut and the blood to seep back into his body, she found herself grow lightheaded.

As she was passing out, she heard him calling her name, and the only thing she could do was smile. She did it. She saved him. Her vision went black and sleep overtook her swiftly.

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After Y/N saved Shikamaru and awoke her kekkei genkai, the boy gathered up both of their belongings, hoisted them over his shoulder, and then carried her in his arms to the next village. She wasn’t waking up anytime soon, he found that was probably a bad side effect of using the ability. It completely drained her. He just knew he had to move before any of those guys woke back up. He was not ready to fight again.

He enjoyed feeling her in his arms, pressed tightly to his chest with her head lolling side to side. Y/N was sweet and cute, with her little, “don’t call me princess” proclamation before saving him. It seemed she was just as much a princess as everyone thought she was, and a powerful one at that. She basically brought him back from the dead, and he would be grateful for his entire life for what she’d done for him.

The two of them rested for the night in a village inn just a couple miles away before waking up the next morning and setting off with a new bounce in her step toward your homeland where she was sure she could save the village elder now. He watched as the girl walked eagerly in front of him, swinging her robes by her sides and letting her hair loose instead of a tight braid.

This side of her, it was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. Maybe, he found himself harboring just a tiny crush on the girl who saved his life, the girl who took his breath away when they first met. Maybe he liked her a lot. It was pointless to have such feelings for a girl he would probably never meet again after dropping her off in her homeland.

But he could enjoy his time now, with the girl of his dreams at his side.

He found himself wanting more time with her. Much more time. He knew they only had about a week before they arrived in the Land of Frost, and it was depressing him. He wanted her to come back to the village with him and live there, just so he could see her face everyday and hear that sing-song voice run off her tongue.

Was that so much to ask for? Well, yes, but he still wanted it…

They found themselves stopped for the night or two in a village on the coast. She was tired from all the walking and sleeping in the grass. She was willing to spend a few dollars to have a nice bed to sleep in for the night. She booked a room at one of the inns in town and collapsed into the mattress in the room, throwing her robes to the side and cuddling into the comforter. It had been so long since she was living in such comfortable conditions.

He took a seat beside her and pulled out a book, flipping to the most recent page and diving in. He was more than happy to finally rest. He was lazier than she was, after all. They had been walking for almost a month now, he was tired of it. The only thing that kept him going was seeing her smile every now and then, especially the ones directed at him, or in response to something he said.

Something about those smiles just made him feel good inside. It was sickening. These mushy, gushy feelings he was having. He was beginning to think he might be falling for the girl, like, falling in love. He was disturbed. Was he really that weak to a pretty face, soft hands, and a warm heart?

“Shikamaru?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll be home in a week, and you’ll have to go back to the Leaf Village,” she said. He nodded. At that point, they would go their separate ways and it would all be over, this friendship they had. He’d never felt so torn about a mission until now.

He replied casually, “Yeah. Time flies, huh?”

She held her breath for a moment, thinking over her next words very carefully. She’d actually been pondering when she was gonna tell him over the last few days, thinking over every way the scenario could play out. “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to leave you, Shikamaru,” she confessed, finally letting go of the breath she was holding.

He raised a brow, setting down his book and turning to face her. “What do you mean?”

“Well...it’s just that your Hokage seems to really like me, and I don’t really have a home anymore with my clan gone,” she mumbled, twiddling her fingers in her lap. “I was thinking maybe after I heal the elders and the village that I could go home with you instead. Live in the leaf village.”

He just looked at her. Had all his longing been for nothing? Could she really mean it? Coming home with him? Could his future really involve seeing her every day, introducing her to his best friends, and healing his people when they were injured?

“I mean, if you don’t think it’s a good idea, though, I totally get it-”

“No! I-I love that idea, actually.”

“Really?”

“Would I say it if I didn’t mean it?”

He watched as her lips curled into a bright smile and she clasped her hands together. “Shikamaru, I’m so happy. You and the other Leaf nin are the only people to show me any kindness in a long time. I get to go home to people that will care about me.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty good at that back in the Leaf. Caring, that is.”

She fell back against the bed and sighed, curling up in the sheets once again. He watched as she smiled into the covers and closed her eyes, relishing in this feeling of newfound freedom and happiness, of the hope she found in him and the village. Despite finding women troublesome most of the time, he was willing to go through trouble for her. He felt like he’d do just about anything for this girl.

So unlike him. Tch. Get a grip, Shika.

Her next words had him melting like putty in her hands though. He just couldn’t help it.

"I'm glad you were assigned this mission with me. You helped me awaken my abilities, and I think it was fate that brought us together for that to happen," she sighed. "This meeting, you and I, it was always meant to be. I'm sure of it now."

"Maybe you're right. I wouldn't know," he replied.

It was quiet for a while, just her lost in her own dreams, her own thoughts. Her eyes trailed over to him, and she just knew she was swoon. With his lazy grin and his thoughtful gaze. It was so obvious to her now.

She confessed, “I think I like you. As more than just a friend, Shikamaru. I know I probably shouldn’t be telling you this considering I still need you to escort me to the village and all, and you might not want me to go back to the Leaf with you now, but I just-”

He couldn’t wait anymore. He was going crazy. Finally, he kissed her.

She felt his hands resting on either side of her head and his lips pressed carefully to hers, testing the waters. She brought her own hands up to cup his own, bringing him closer and deeper into the kiss. She smiled and sighed, enjoying the feeling of pure bliss. It had been so long since she felt something so good. Something so sweet.

“You like me too?”

“You’re dumb as hell.”

And he kissed her again. And again. And maybe a couple more times after that.