#i'm glad you decided to interact with this smol child ^.^

[mysticsmysteriousrevenge]

A open letter to Kneeby

So, I've been observing this situation for a while.. I thought maybe posting about it might get all the hurt out.

I try to stay out of spaces where I don't belong. I don't have a stance on ship or fiction discourse because I feel too old for it, and I respect people's boundaries and don't interact knowing that my presence makes them uncomfortable. You acted like this was some wonderful, safe place- somewhere that the traumatized, the harmed, the mentally ill can go to. Vulnerable people congregated in this place.

You lied to them, you pretended you were something you weren't, You had all the time in the world to tell them the truth, to let them know that this idea of you wasn't true- But you didn't, You lied to everyone.

You took their money from people who you knew wouldn't have given it to you if they knew the truth. You didn't earn that money.

You stole it. You're a thief- a liar AND a thief. And not to fucking mention, you couldn't even give people what they paid for! "Oh boy!! Thanks, Kneeby! I'm so glad that the money I gave you to spend on hiring people to help finish the comic faster was probably spent on plushies and incest art!" "I'm so glad I got to watch you make 1000 sideblog au's and 200 pages of incest porn instead of finishing the main comic! "

And guess what, Kneeby? By your selfishness, from you deciding to sneak around doing shady shit you endangered children, You kept groomers on the team despite being told about their behavior, You KNOWNINGLY dated some creep who flew out to bang a child. You aren't one of your uwu smol bean innocent baby character's. If anything- You're fucking Cuddles, You don't care about anyone but yourself, You don't care about who gets hurt, who's trust is broken, You care about yourself.

If you want redemption you'll refund everyone and you'll get off the fucking internet and get ACTUAL HELP.

Kneeby, if somehow you're reading this- somehow you look afar from your little circle jerk, here's my final message to you.

Fuck your webcomic, fuck your technocolored ocs, and FUCK YOU!

[shuckinbeanz]

I See You

Credit to the lovely stormcallart for our daily bread. 🙏

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Toshi bein' the sweetheart he is, this is a songfic, All Might is All Might in dis hous. Smol form, injuries, insecurities, and all. :D The reader is younger by ehhhh just about a decade but not quite at least cuz menopause a thang. Ya’ll do you 👀 That's about it.

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~Masterlist~

Toshi being a sunflower beneath the cut. <3

It's been a few days since you found out you were pregnant with Toshinori's child. You’ve had him to yourself all these years. The side that was kept secret. When you approached him about it, the blonde was stunned, to say the least. But he agreed, and after a few tries, it took. When you found out he finally had time to come home one day, you were beside yourself. You had to make the reveal perfect and nothing less for the perfect gentleman your husband Toshinori was. The apartment was already clean because you had too much free time, which you were glad for as you begin your preparations for a romantic meal to share with him when he returned that night. You set red-colored apple cinnamon scented candles all around the house, ready to be lit when he told you he was on the way home.

As the day rolled on, panic began to rise. Although you had a few days to freak out about it, this time was different.

Your husband was coming home.

You had done practically everything to keep yourself busy. Cleaning, trying out new recipes for yourself, yoga, binge-watching that one show. Anything to keep yourself from likely going off the rocker and becoming paranoid by overthinking. 'He'll come home soon.' Is what you told yourself one too many times to count.

And the thing is… he's coming home sooner than you'd imagined.

And that meant you couldn't contain it anymore. So you'd fretted over the food, fussed over the ambiance, and time seemed to fly-coming to a screeching halt when you heard a familiar song playing on the shuffle as you prepared the table, giving you the greatest idea.

After telling him, you'd play this song...the song you and he had dubbed to be your song as a couple.

Your phone dings and you pick it up.

'Be home in five, love.' It read, from your husband. You immediately set it down, scurrying around the house, dimming the lights, restarting the song and pausing it for the right moment, lighting the candles, and setting out the last of the food.

Finally, everything felt perfect. Everything was ready. As you move to the table, deciding to add a few finishing touches, you can hear the door open, and your husband's voice. "Love, I'm home." he calls into yours and his abode. "Welcome home, Toshi." you tell him from the dining area with a smile, making a beeline to greet him at the door. "Hmm, something smells good. What's the occasion?" he asks as you approach him, pulling off his shoes. "Well, its..." you hum, nervousness creeping up inside you, yet again. "Toshi...I have some...very good news. Can I tell you after we eat...?" you murmur, and he chuckles. "Sure, darling." he says, stepping into his house slippers. "Let us eat, then, hm?" he hums with a smile, allowing you to lead him towards the table.

"Thank you for the good food, as always, love." he says appreciatively as he makes his way to his seat. "No problem, Toshi. Eat up, okay?" you tell him as you sit down at the table as well.

The meal was somewhat quiet, only accompanied by the occasional chatter of goings on. When the meal was finished, leftovers put away and dirty dishes set in the sink, you intertwined your hands with his to lead him into the living room. "I'll do them later." you tell him as he follows you. You walk up to your device, moving through the songs and stopping at I See You by MISSIO before pressing play.

I see you when you're down

And depressed, just a mess

“Our song.” he murmurs, hearing the familiar lines as you walk up to him. You laugh softly as his large hands rest around your waist and coax you towards him for a slow dance. “Yeah, sunflower. Our song.” you smile up at him and he smiles back, warmly, adoration in his baby blue hues as you rest your hands on his thin biceps.

I see you when you cry

When you're shy

When you want to die

"I love you, so, so much." he says, leaning down to lightly peck the crown of your head. "You're too perfect for me." he says.

I see you when you smile

It takes a while

At least you're here

"No, Toshi...you're the one who is too perfect for me." you say. You've told him this too many times to count, and it always brings tears to your eyes.

I see you

Yes, I see you

"You are the most perfect, kindest, bravest," you sniff. "Most selfless man to grace this planet." you say.

I'm alone with you

You're alone with me

“Everyday, I wake up, so deeply in love, but in so much disbelief that…” your voice cracks as you gently thumb your wedding ring.

I see you when you hide

And when you lie, it's no surprise

“That someone as good as you up and chose someone like me…” you rest your head on his chest as you both sway to the low music.

I see you when run from the light

Within your eyes

“Aww…” a soft rumble comes from his chest, his thin arms moving from your waist to embrace you closer. “Sweet, darling Y/N. I chose you because I love you. As much as you love me.” he says with so much sincerity in his words.

I see you when you think

That I don't notice all those scars

“Truly. Madly. Deeply.” he says, hunching to gently rest his sunken cheek on your head. “Wholeheartedly.” he whispers into your hair.

I see you

Yes, I see you

“You saw through every one of my facades. The true me.”

I'm alone with you

You're alone with me

What a mess you've made of everything

“You became my ground.” ‘Toshi...if you insist on being everyone's Symbol of Peace...I won’t be able to stop you. No matter how hard I try.’ The memory of what you told him comes flooding in.

I'm alone with you

You're alone with me

And I'm hoping that you will see yourself

“You supported me in my time of need. Kept me from crumbling down too many times to count.” ‘If you insist on being everyone's Symbol of Peace, then let me be the ground beneath you.’ He laughs softly before continuing. “You kept me up.” he says.

Like I see you

Yes, I see you

“By my side...through thick and thin...you weathered many storms with me.” he says softly, reaching up to grab your hand, slowly bringing it down to touch his side. “You stayed with me.” he breathed softly; almost in disbelief. You gently run your thumb over the old injury that you knew was beneath his shirt.

I see you

Yes, I see you

“And I’d do it all again.” you said truthfully, bringing your gaze back up to look at him. His soft sunny smile.

I'm alone with you

You're alone with me

“I know you would.” he says. “My hero...” he whispers. It was true. You were his hero. When he called you that, it never failed to make you smile.

I see you when you chase

All the dreams inside your head

You reach up to snake your arms around your husband’s neck and he bends down to give you a deep kiss.

I see you when you laugh

And when you love until the bitter end

You were the one who supported him. Kept him, society’s Symbol of Peace, the title-the job--the weight he had all but thrown over his own shoulders-from crumbling down. You were the ground beneath him.

I see you in the dark

At the dawn of something new

Just like he said; you weathered through so many storms with him, staying solid so he could stand as tall as a sunflower. Your sunflower.

I see you

Yes, I see you

You were his source of strength when he was hanging by a thread. He was the warm ray of sunshine that always made your day good, chasing away all your woes, holding you in his protective and welcoming embrace, as he was now.

I'm alone with you

You're alone with me

And I'm hoping that you will see yourself

You both pull away. You tiptoe to peck his chin while he strokes your back.

Like I see you

Yes, I see you

You find comfort in his embrace as you sway to the music. He was the one who gave you courage. Foolhardy courage. Long before you married him. Heck, long before you started even dating him.

I see you

Yes, I see you

And as your friendship-relationship--as your love blossomed, you shared with him your wisdom. Not that he wasn't wise. You kept him grounded. Centered. Focused.

Even when you cry

And even when you're shy

You mean everything to me

You kept him from becoming far too reckless more often than not. You kept him on his toes; because of you, he avoided too many fatal injuries to count.

Because of you, he survived All for One.

Even when you lie

And even when you hide

You mean everything to me

But that's when the tables were turned. The courageous, foolhardy sunflower could no longer find it in himself to remain brave. You kept him from being crushed; physically, mentally, emotionally. It was your turn. To be there for him...like he was for you. You told him everything he desperately needed to hear.

Yes, I see you

(I see, I see, I see you)

You wouldn't leave him. Everyone has their scars. Physically or emotionally. You would still remain by his side. If you had to take on his title for him, then so be it. He vehemently rejected the notion.

You were here. You were always here. Not for any of his public facades.

You were here, for him.

I see you

Even when you cry

And even when you're shy

"Toshi...?" you call him meekly, refusing to look up at him. He hums in response. "Remember when I said I have news...?" you ask. "Yes, darling?" he says, pulling away to cup your chin to make you look up at him.

Yes, I see you

(I see, I see, I see you)

"I'm..." your voice catches. You inhale, then exhale shakily, choosing to take one of his large hands, pressing his palm to your stomach. His expression changes to one of confusion.

I'm alone with you

You're alone with me

And I'm hoping that you will see yourself

You fidget as the song ends, his expression turning thoughtful, then shocked. He opens his mouth, the first word coming out silent.

'You're...'

"Pregnant?" his voice cracks.

You nod your head fervently, and immediately he wraps his shaking arms around you. "You're pregnant..." he breathes shakily. You nod as best you can, stuffed against his chest. " 'm pregnant." you confirm, wrapping your arms around his torso. You can feel him-you can hear him-laugh breathlessly through his tears.

"I love you, Y/N."

"Our little one as well..."

Happy tears.

"We love you, too, sunflower." you smile in his quivering embrace, holding onto him dearly.