#♪ talk that talk-twice

[arminzblackbimbo]

talk that talk

blackfem!reader x eren yeager

tw: mdni, oral (fem r.), pussy drunk, needy eren, scent kink, reader talks a lot, he is kinda just sleepy, squirting, reader calls him "ren' ", and panty licking

eren who is in love with you.

eren who loves your body and brain. he loves everything about you. but one thing he loves the most about you is your moist center that lies between your legs.

he craves for it when hes away from you for too long. has to make contact with the gushy wettness or else he can't function. your pussy calms him, lets him relax.

not caring about you giving him something in return. he enjoys making you feel good it makes him feel good. gives him an euphoria like feeling

hands shaking to get a hold of you as soon as he gets home. walking into your shared house, seeing you under the silky sheets watching your favorite show. he already is desperate for you.

"hi baby, how was your day ?" you greet him. he just sighs and sets his phone and keys down, ready to slide into bed with you. sliding the blanket off you he lies down with his face in between your legs as he relaxes there.

you cradle his head in your hand. petting the top of his head. "aww i missed you too" even though he hasn't said anything you know he missed you that's why he's acting like this. you rub his hair in circles as he groans out let the air escape from his body.

he hears you talking to him but he can't focus "i even was thinking about what i was gonna cook when you got home, you know i seen this cute recipe on pinterest for pink spicy pasta and you know i like-"

he listens to you rambling, loving how you just talk to him all the time. he's not really hungry for that pasta he wants your pussy. he needs it. it's making him nuzzling his nose inbetween you legs he inhales your scent deep loving the way you smell. it makes his brain malfunction.  "- spicy food and seeing new recipes and things for us to try, i am also craving some garlic bread i think my periods coming, but what do you want to eat baby ?"

"eren ?" you stopped rubbing his head thinking he's asleep. he groans at your lack of movement and looks up at you slow, you know he wants you to keep rubbing his head "baby, you listening ?"

he put his head right back in place. nuzzling deeper to really to get the smell of you. inhaling deep and moaning at the way you make his mouth salivate.

you are just consuming his senses. out of nowhere he sits up fast and takes off his shirt and pulling off his pants stripping himself, leaving him in his boxers. "you need to stop wearing these, i want to be close to you" he reaches to take off your sleep shorts leaving you in your underwear.

pushing your thighs back and putting his face right into your panties which covers what he really wants. wrapping his arms around your waist his shoulders push your thighs back even more. his long black hair sprawled across your stomach

"but eren you didn't answer my question" he groans out almost annoyed. he begins rubbing his nose into your clit through you panties slowly moving his head side to side. the wetness of you making his nose damp.

"i'm not even hungry baby" he inhales again moaning at your smell. now not having the shorts in the way he is able to smell you better pushing his face into you. " i ain't ate you all day, i want you" he is muffled against you but you can still hear him.

"eren no you have to at least eat dinner first" you try and pry his hands from around you. trying to get his heavy body off your bottom half.

"i already ate something baby" he lies though his teeth, his mouth is watering on your panties. nose pressed right into you when sticks his tongue to press one firm lick to front of your panties. "mmm you taste so good " he's breathless panting hard "i need-d it so bad baby" he gripping you thighs and rubbing his hands in circles.

"omg eren cut it out i have to- ahh" he licks you again this time harder. now he is frustrated, the barrier of cloth being in the way.

he wants you to never wear anything, especially any undergarments."stop wearing these to bed, i can't be skin to skin" he slips off your pink underwear putting them on the floor with his clothes.

he see your brown folds glistening and lays his face in you wettness not caring about getting it on his face. he likes how the warmth radiates off his face. he likes his skin on yours.

you just huff out "eren really ?" you know he is really big on being close to you. he insist that he need it so bad or else he cant function. can't seem to control his hunger for you.

"well i also seen some hello kitty pancakes all we need is some strawberries. which i think we have some-" you just resume your conversation with him even is he doesn't respond. you know he is kinda listening. "-but they might be moldy and we need some more cheese so i can make grilled cheeses... but i think the pasta sound good for tonight"

he still lays there face pushed into your juices. he hasn't moved since he took your underwear off. you put your hand in his hair again and you hear him make a purring like noise. your happy he is still somewhat awake.

you continue your rambling, somehow getting on the subject of your online shopping cart. that's overfilling with over 100 items. eren having no words to say knowing his credit card is in your online wallet ready to be swiped.

"i think i want to buy more skirts. oh and also ah-" on top of you talking, your current favorite show plays in the background. but all eren hears is his inner thoughts to give you just a small taste. feed into his thirst for you

the thoughts telling him to stick his tongue out to get just one taste. he repositions himself and you just think he's trying to get comfortable arms still tight around your waist. he listens to his inner thoughts and makes a gentle kiss against you. making you make a small moan

"-ah, eren your not listening to me" he hears your pouting tone. going to place another tender kiss right on the fat of your lower lips. just like if he kissed the lips on your face.

you just keep quiet. kinda mad that he is basically not paying you any mind. going in for another kiss. soft smacks coming from between your thighs. your so soft and taste so good he can only focus so much.

you make soft pants because his kisses are so gentle, making you pulse in a light rhythm. which he admires. loving how you pulse under his gaze. he just whines into you going to smooch against you again. "i'm sorry, i missed you so much, i missed my pussy" he just talking against you, eyes closed while he savors this moment "you don't wanna talk to me no more ?"

he can see your lip is poked out when he looks up at you waiting on your answer. his hair all over his head due to you massaging his scalp. "no i'm mad at you "

he never wants to hurt your feelings but he needs your fluids to relax his mind. he moves down to kiss you again this time adding tongue. speaking between your legs "mmh i'm sorry baby" you feel him breathe against you, going to flick his tongue against you "you gonna let me make it better ?" you only squeal when he twirls his tongue around your clit slowly.

his strong shoulder pushing your legs back further when he flexes them. he goes to lick at the opening of you that is gradually leaking out. the taste of you making him groan out.

"i'm sorry baby, i just need this pussy, i-i-i need it so bad, i can't focus i-i-i... " he is stuttering flush against your skin. he needs more. he desires more, feeling like his heart is beating in his ears. taking big breaths to try and relax himself

he goes to swirl his tongue around your clit, flicking against it while you jump in his strong arms. stomach clenching up at his soft caress his tongue makes. using the tip of his tongue to move the skin back so he has more access.

you can hear the liquids moving around from eren's mouth. still working his mouth slow and precised, your head being thrown back feeling his light movements. soft "mmhs" leaving your throat.

your hand coming to his soft mess of hair again. loving how he moans when you tug on his scalp then rub it to soothe it. flicking his tongue in a circle around you. he's focus on feeding his hunger.

the liquid frying his brain."this pussy talking to me. you hear it baby ?" he asks you when he pushes his tongue against your opening collecting the juices. flicking his tongue so he is lapping you up. making the room fill with wet noises. you feel your body tensing up

your hand gripping his scalp tighter. "eren-n-n" he loves how you pulling his scalp. making him groan into you. the sensation adding to his euphoria.

"you still mad at me baby ?" he asked after he sees your clit swollen from his light sucking. "i said sorry baby, i'm so sorry" going back to sucking on you, but having a new hunger. roughly toying his tongue around with bliss.

your not talking anymore. your only whimpering and moaning. it's gaining volume knocking off erens deep groans. he's being so unfair, not letting you talk his ear off because he's so needy.

the feeling has you back arching in his hold you can't even understand how his mouth can make you feel so good. he's making a mess with spit everywhere. you feel your stomach vibrating at the pleasure you receive.

his mouth still toying you slow and steady now that he knows he has you where he wants you. needing you to understand his addiction to you.

he knows what he is doing that's something you can't deny. how he is sucking on you and making your eyes roll back in your head. you've forgotten all the words that want to leave your mouth so bad.

you don't understand that your like a drug to him. when you juices touch his taste buds he can't control himself he needs more. he becomes high off you. "i love this pussy, ugh i love it"

for eren he is usually always quiet really only talking to you when you ask him questions. but when such ecstasy hit his brain he overflows with words. saying things you never thought he would.

"you taste so good baby, i needed you today. i needed you so bad" the way he is suckling on you has you legs shaking. he can feel them shake on his shoulders. your folds covered in your fluids and his spit making sounds thought-out the room.

your stomach flexes while you squirm in his strong arms. your body wiggling because of the pleasure. still tugging on his long locks. mouth open but no more words can leave it. your speechless because of him.

toes flexing when his movements quicken. tongue flicking against you at a subtle speed. your clit is throbbing under his movements. he's groaning, humming, rambling, not having control of himself. he's excited when you start to almost yell out "ren 'm so close" pulling his hair at the scalp. your back can't help but to come of the bed hips wiggling while you feel the sensation of his mouth. feeling a fire underneath your skin. spreading from your feet to your knees

your thighs cramp when they begin to vibrate. "ugh eren 'm... " your sentence ending in high pitch squeal. eyes seeing black in the back of your skull. fluids flying into his mouth while he swallows it all. still stroking his tongue and slurping you up

liquid dripping down his chin when goes to suck up the rest not leaving nothing behind. swallowing all that you have even when you supply him more to swallow

but he still is hungry for you. "more, more, more" he lightly chants when he feast on you again. not caring that your so overstimulated that your legs are trembling so much that he has to hold them still.

your whining to try and get away from him. so skillful with his mouth, you can't seem to get out that your too sensitive. he's ecstatic at the wetness he gets to taste from you. "mmhs" humming against your core. eren feels your body twisting while you cry out.

"ren, ren, re- " cream coating his lips as he devours you. he doesn't care about your whimpering, he is famished for you. he needs more of you just a little bit more.

"i just need one, one more please baby" the liquid sticking to him when he talks. voice cracking and needy for you. feeling the warmth spread through you at his words. your moans ringing his ears.

it's coming so fast, you can feel it simmering in you and coming at you with surprise. "ahhhh" leaving your mouth while your body shivers heavily. so much cream for him. he savors all that you give him.

satisfied when go limp in his hold. seeing your clit jump rapidly at the aftershocks. while he moves slowly to clean you up. giving you light kisses to relax you. your breathing heavy, chest moving up and down. while eren just stills against you finally.

when your breath is even, you run your fingers through his hair. you hear light snores. chuckling a little when you realize he is sound asleep. face in your wettness while he snores.

of course when he wakes in the middle of the he is ready for another taste. putting himself right back to sleep.

[sysig]

Bowtie Charm! Inspired by @zarla-s​‘ super cute rendition hehe 💕 (Patreon)

Bonus collar breakdowns:

Changes depending on the doodle!

[isanggayfrog]

CHAEYOUNG WITH TOOTH GEMS??? WHAT.

[todayisafridaynight]

I was wondering just then what you had in mind for Father's Day and if you'd end up posting it lol (because I'm reading Love is a Flower again and got to the Mediating part.........)

i unfortunately have A Lot in mind for fathers day ( i mean thinking of situations where arakawa and/or jo are in Full Dad Mode is my specialty at this point (´▽｀;;) ) so its just a matter of forcing myself to choose at least One option and committing to it ☠️☠️

[tsukimefuku]

voice kink ♪ nanami kento

I ended up watching a YouTube short of Kenjiro Tsuda and it made me deeply unwell, hence this 30 minute drabble. Have my horny. Part 2 here

Nanami was a dedicated — you could even say devoted — lover. Truly, after so much time together, you doubted there was anything vanilla-related this man wouldn’t do in bed if you asked him to. The sheer lengths he’d go to have you finishing at least twice every time you had sex were surprising.

However, there was this one thing that still nagged you. You thought about it, mulled it over, and considered talking to him after he got home. However, your eagerness to talk about it got the better of you.

“Kento, why don’t you talk dirty to me when we’re having sex?” you asked him, still laying on the bed with your pajamas on.

He turned to you surprised, already dressed in his classic blue buttoned shirt, beige formal pants, and yellow tie with a splatter pattern hanging around his neck as he got ready to leave for work.

“For no reason in particular. I think I just tend to focus on how it feels rather than talking about it,” he answered, “why? Would you rather have me talking more?”

“Perhaps. I mean… I find your voice very sexy,” you admitted, blushing a little, “and one of my favorite parts of sex is when I get to hear it.”

He lifted an eyebrow, a soft hint of amusement taking over his impassiveness.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

He seemed to ponder on something for a moment, and then, began walking towards the bed as he opened the top button of his shirt.

You were confused for a moment as he climbed with his work clothes from the end of the mattress. However, in an instant, he took both your hands, entangling your fingers while he pressed them to the sides of your head, and sunk his hips in between your thighs, his belt softly catching on the edge of your pants.

Having you caged underneath him, Nanami brushed his lips against your cheek, and slid them slowly down.

His warm breath caressed your skin, and Nanami grazed his teeth on your earlobe before whispering only inches away from your ear, “what would you like to hear me say?”

“A-anything, really,” you stuttered out, thoughts becoming nothing but jumbled bits in your brain.

He hummed, “then, let me tell you what my favorite part is.”

Each syllable had you melting like honey under him, his deep tone caressing your hearing in all the right ways.

“My favorite part is when you are about to finish for the second time with me inside you, and you always dig your nails on my shoulders. I really like when I look in the mirror and see those tiny marks you leave me with, because every time I notice that they’re gone, I know it’s time to get some new ones.”

You let out a moan, sinking your head back on the pillow and arching your back. He pressed himself a little harder, and proceeded.

“I also find your taste to be exquisite, but I’m still unsure if it feels better when I have my tongue deep inside as you tremble all around it or when I’m thrusting it in your mouth right after I’m finished eating you out.”

Another moan tumbled out of your lips as you felt your heartbeat throbbing in between your legs, and at that moment, you were absolutely sure that if he kept going, you’d cum completely untouched underneath him.

“K-Kento...”

“Also, feeling you all warm and wet and tight around my cock when you ask me to have you completely raw is one of the most delicious sensations I’ve had in my entire life, topped only by when I cum inside you and fill you whole, all thick and warm.”

Holy. Fuck.

Your body was quivering underneath him, your breath completely broken in hitches, and you squirmed your hips desperate for some friction over your pooling wetness.

“I hope I gave you enough for you to think about me while I’m gone at work, darling,” Nanami concluded, planting a kiss on your cheek before lifting himself up, carrying his warmth along with him.

You realized that moment you definitely should’ve waited until that night to tell him that.

[puff0o0]

Billy Kid HC's!! ( v^-゜)♪

♡ He would be VERY chivalrous in the relationship, afterall his favorite show is Starlight Knights and what are knights? Chivalrous

♡ Flowers are a weekly thing, (sometimes even twice a week)

♡ He would also set up a lot of dates for you !! Afterall, he only talks about dates with that idol Monica in the game so I'm sure he would LOOOVEEE taking you out for food (his treat) (mostly)

♡ He literally puts you above starlight Knights. That's how much he loves you

♡ He could be rewatching it again for the 181872th time, getting to a really good part, being all excited and then you text him asking if he can come over

♡ He was there in under 3 minutes

♡ He gets so worried when you get hurt in battle, it worries him to his CORE. He understands that you can handle yourself, better than he can handle himself, but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you turning into ether

♡ Nicole complains to you a lot, often times saying "get your man, (Name!)" when he's about to do something impulsive

♡ He also totally yaps anby's and Nicole's heads off. If its not starlight knights, it's you. If it's not you, it's starlight knights

♡ They thought his love for Monica was bad but she doesn't even come CLOSE to how he talks about you

♡ anytime they're in danger he says quite often; "I can't die today! I haven't had a chance to see their face again!"

♡ He's very funny and very comforting without even meaning to be

♡ I feel like he also gives great advice surprisingly

♡ But usually when it comes to comforting he shuts up and just listens to you talk, hugging you if you want to be hugged or just sitting next to you if that's what you want

♡ He understands what it's like to want to be heard

♡ He also got a new gun once and named it after you

[plantingatree]

wednesday, 21 february ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ok i actually can’t with how little time i have left for my final exams it’s literally less than three months omg omg omg my heart beats so fast every time i think about it. this is NOT ok can time SLOW DOWN!

6hrs on forest today ﾟ𐦍༘⋆

♪ of the day | talk that talk — twice 🎧

[verystrxxwberry]

I'm not sure if it's too late ( just tell me before if it is pls)! Can you write Nevra and Lance when they realize they have feelings for the gardienne?

I feel like Lance would be panicking and in denial while Nevra couldn't believe it (since he was usually a player at that time)!

Thank you!!!

ELDARYA; Nevra and Lance realizing their feelings for you

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, sfw, ANE, individual headcanons ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: You’re fine, this is a cute request actually.

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NEVRA

He couldn’t deny that you were a fun person to have around, yet he wouldn’t have guessed that you were in his mind for deeper reasons.

Makes excuses to be with you.

He knew something felt strange when he was around you, because his mind was completely calm. His thoughts weren’t naughty or messy as always. He had no reason to worry about anything besides you.

Night stands stopped even before he realized what he felt for you. Everytime he was with someone in bed, you were in his mind. And he didn’t think of you to get pleasure or that way, he simply thought that he was disappointing you. He felt that he was betraying himself, his own feelings, and also he was betraying you somehow.

That happened more than twice and he decided to cease his night stands before feeling you’d hate him- but that was only his feeling.

He got more flirty towards you. The time you spent together he’d grow bolder with the closeness and compliments, not much to overwhelm you, but to make you shy.

Your dynamic would seem too obvious as a relationship, as everyone would think you are dating since he got more touchy than he used to be towards you.

Even Karenn knew had a crush on you because he never saw him acting like that towards anyone before. When she talks to him about it he still denies to feel something like that. He’s blind asf…

But she’d ask him to explain his honest thoughts about you and well… Karenn simply said “it is so embarrassingly obvious that you’re in love that you can’t even accept it”.

Ha, ha… that had him overthinking his feelings for you. He valued you as a great friend. His heart bumped too fast when he was around you, he felt eager to see you when he was alone- there was something about you that made him become a better person. Not to impress you, but only because you deserve to be treated well. He appreciated you. He loved you.

And yet he needed more time to check what he was feeling to confirm it.

LANCE

It all started when he was still an ally with Leiftan. The first time he saw you made him feel a rush of adrenaline different from the one he felt when he had to hurt a victim. He kept his mind remembering what of a gorgeous being you were.

At that moment the only problem was the position in which you both were.

But after the crystal incident and seeing you back from it made him feel that adrenaline much harder than he remembered.

He got anxious whenever he thought about going somewhere and you being there. With time, no matter if your relationship got closer, he still felt anxious being around you; but he knew that he’d enjoy and feel calm once he finally was with you.

You were his last thought of the day and the first one in the morning.

No, no, no. He felt like a complete creep. He hated to feel how thinking about you would comfort his corrupted and evil mind. He doubted that your thoughts about him would be any comfort for you.

He is pretty aware of him having a crush for you because he had spontaneous crushes when he was younger. Yet he panics every time you’re there. For him, you’re completely out of his reach. You’re too pure for him.

He becomes quiet around you, and he seems constantly distracted.

I’ve mentioned this in previous hcs, but he’d get distant for a few days until he is brave enough to speak his feelings out loud. He didn’t hate you. His eyes wandered towards you curiously and protectively even if he acted too cold. But his feelings for you were so intense that his focus in work was terrible. He couldn’t risk it.

He hated ignoring you and making you feel bad, he hated being such a coward. That’s why he decided to take you on a date to repay you for all the time he ignored you and to be honest with his feelings.

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it!

[elliesstrapon]

✧.* After All ༊*·˚

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♪ Pairings: Ellie x Fem reader

♪ Summary: You're a 12th grade cheerleader closeted lesbian hard core crushing on Ellie who's into ceramics, you finally work up the courage to talk to her.

Warnings: 12th grade AU, fem cheerleader reader, Ceramics Ellie, masterbation, heated make out, swearing

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Her soft hair, in contrast with her cold, bright green eyes, her freckles that you counted like stars, her long finger tips, her tattoos.. It's all you ever thought about. Ellie Williams is the only person you thought about.

Walking out of your second period class, just to see her stroll past you in the hallway, it always shattered your will to live. The way she stared dead into your eyes, as you watched her walk by, watching her turn her head back twice to look at you, the way she walked with her hands resting in her pockets, your heart was collapsing in on itself.

Every single sound you'd managed to tune out, to focus on her steady, cool footsteps in comparison to your clumsy, uncoordinated ones. Her eye lashes that fluttered, you were bewitched by her existence, and admitingly, it was ruining you.

"Y/n?!" One of your girls called, snapping you out of your daydream who'd just walked by you "huh?" You gasped. "What was that?!" She asked, furrowing her brows at you. "What? What was what?" You said. "Don't play dumb, that!" The shorter girl frowned. "You were walking so slow everyone gave us shit for it. Were you not listening?"

"oh" you replied, "whatever" she rolled her eyes. "Let's just go before we're late to class again."

"Seriously, what am I? Your mother?" she mumbled under her breath, grabbing your arm to pull you along at her speed. You knew she didn't mean it in any condescending way, in all honesty you knew she was just worried about you. You'd been coming across the same fantasy in the same hallway since nearing the end of 10th grade, and every time you'd gotten so deeply lost in it. You would have forgotten your own name if your bestfriend wasn't always snapping you out of it.

The walk to your class was short and uneventful, the hallways clearing before the bells even rang. You entered the classroom, deprived of most students, you greeted the teacher before taking your seat nearly by the desks in the center of the classroom. Eager for the time to go by so you'd finally get to your cheer practice. You sat playing with your pen, bored, the girl who'd once been annoyed by you now talking your ear off. And for then you thought your ears would've started bleeding. Until she walked in.

The same girl you stalked on Instagram constantly, who you'd known her life in and out; yet still couldn't talk to her; Ellie Williams. Your head followed as you watched her sit diagonally behind from you. Your gaze shifting as soon as she sat to face the front, at this point you hadn't heard anything the talkative girl had said within the last 15 minutes, all you knew, and saw was Ellie's eyes focusing on her sketches, the veins on her hands changing forms ever so gently as she scratched at the sheet of paper with her pencil. It was like you were put under a spell whenever she was around, so enchanted by her demeanor when she sat there, unaware of your existence, or aware and just didn't give two shits, none of them much better than the other. But you couldn't help but stare longingly. The Bell finally rang and the last few people entered the classroom, and your bestfriend scoffing, causing you to look away.

The rest of the class, you and the girl you spent most of your days with talked, ‘completing’ work and laughing absentmindedly as if nothing had happened the previous hour ago.

But every 5 minutes you'd shoot short and hidden glances, just to find her glances returned every single time, the butterflies in the pit of your stomach began pick up, to swarm, like a hurricane, at this point, your work hadn't been... nearly as neat or as complete as you would've wanted it to, or atleast what would've been if Ellie wasn't constantly catching your glances in the palm of her hand just like that. You'd noticed your bestfriend tuning out, intensely looking out the window; Football practice. When it came down to it, none of you could really complain about the unfinished work, clearly you were both pining over two people who didn't give two shits about either of you. And in your book, you both agreed to let it go.

When class came to an end, you along with your bestfriend quickly made your way to the field, every girl dressed in bright pink attire and poofy nice bows, short-skirts, if you were being completely honest, it might've been one of the only reasons you ever started cheerleading.

"Y/n!" The members of your team called, swarming you so fast you'd hadn't even seen half their faces. "Hiyya!" You smiled, exchanging hugs that were quick and sweet with eachother. As the time went by, joking around, the coach had arrived, speaker in hand. "Places!" She shouted. You hurriedly took your spot at the front of the team, your bestfriend closely to the side of you and the other girls placed at random.

The upbeat song started playing, your hips swayed, the girls danced, your pom-poms merely just an extension of your body. This was your happy place, the music, your friends, the girls, the dancing. Your feet were coordinated, you knew what you were doing for once, you didn't need to worry. The short song came to an end, your coach giving constructive criticism to the girls who'd needed, and all listened, and you went again, the people on the bleachers in their world, and you in your own. You continued to follow the consistent beats, your 4th try coming to and end.

"Alright girls, again!" The blonde shouted once more. "God, you'd think we were the ones going up against the opposing foot ball team" your bestfriend whispered to you. "Yeah" you said uneasily, watching a girl walk onto the bleachers, her short hair blowing, and her eyes squinting at the sun. You hadn't realized it was Ellie until she had turned to look down at you, you jumping out of your skin when you made eye contact. Her hooded eyes and sweet looking lips had you melting, losing your sanity, you backed up, missing the beat of the song, you bumped into one of the girls, lost in her eyes, her constellation cheeks.

You were dizzy, watching her laugh at your fail, her smile pure gold, your cheeks went red, not having heard anything your coach said. The girl you'd bumped into grabbed onto your arms from behind you, giving you a gentle and reassuring shake. "You okay?" She whispered. Ellie was still watching you, the small smile still plastered across her face still not having left. "Uh, no yeah— sorry, zoned out" you apologized, her gaze not leaving yours. You watched as her eyes followed your every move.

You needed to calm down. You apologized again, asking for permission to leave for the bathroom, in which, you did. You rapidly walked to the girls room, frantically trying to get her smile out of your mind. The restroom was empty, you sat down on the floor, your pom-poms on the left side of you. You felt the beads of sweat forming at your skin, every inch of your body at the point where if you could; you'd have dislocated everyone single one of them.

The cold floor had cooled you down, no matter how gross and disgusting it was, you needed it. You listened as the bell rang for the next period.

"Hey" called a blunt voice, you looked over to see the smile of the girl you were having a melt down over. Your heart caught in your throat. Not knowing what to say. You averted your gaze, forcing the stuck saliva to go down your throat. "Uhm.. Hi" You blurted out. "That was funny" she grinned, "out there" she chuckled again, the butterflies that never really left returning to haunt you. "Uh yeah— you caught me off gaurd" you gently smiled at her, finally getting a good look at her face, all the different things, your favorite things about her, you could've written a list on everything you liked about her, but that would've been everything. "How so?" She laughed. You felt like your life had just fallen apart. Knowing you were talking to the girl who you'd never spoken too, who you were so madly in love with. She squatted down to your current eye level patiently waiting on your long awaited response. "Uh, I... Don't know." You laughed nervously, her eyes never leaving yours. "If you say so" she smiled, standing back up. "Did you follow me here?" You raised a brow, curiously. "What makes you think that?" She remarked. "It just so happens that after I embarrass myself infront of you, you follow me here" you mumble. "Nah" she smiled, "just had to take a piss" she chuckled, walking towards one of the stalls. "You good though?" She turned back around briefly, concern laced within her tone. "No, Yeah, I'm good" you smiled. Apart of you sad she hadn't come for you. "Good to hear" she flashed you another one of her kiss worthy smiles before officially entering and locking her stall. You stood up, leaving the bathroom in unease. Your heart pounding and your head a mess. Every one of her actions on repeat. Her voice playing over and over. She was so flawlessly careless, and yet you could barely find words to communicate to her.

School ended not long after. You drove home with your bestfriend, you thanked her as you exited the car, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek and a "love you!!" Waving her goodbye, you walked to your door, you took out your keys hearing her honk the horn as a final goodbye, and you unlocked your door.

The house was empty, like always, you tossed your back to the side, groaning at the rollercoaster ride of a day. You rushed to your room, changing out of your pink cheer uniform, into a lazy silk house coat.

You layed down on your unmade bed, sighing, the stress leaving your body as you could finally relax. You scrolled through instagram, all the girls you'd followed popping up, all so pretty, full lips, strong arms, and toned stomachs. You scrolled for a bit longer before coming across a page.

Ellies page. You bit your lip, tapping on the side profile in her profile picture. Her following well over a thousand, and the amount of videos of just her filling the screen, you pressed on the most recent one, where she sat in the ceramics room you'd recognized from school, her sweat pants messy and fingers so skilled. She looked at the camera every few minutes, the piece she was making taking form every time she moved her slender hands. Your heart stopped, thinking of what'd it'd be like if it was you instead of the piece. The butterflies swarming once more in your lower abdomen, and the space between your thighs heating up, your hands slid down between your legs. Rubbing ever so gently at your throbbing clit, your mind replacing your fingers with Ellie's. Your breaths uneven and irregular, your legs began to shake, until you felt the buzz come from your phone. The red heart bright on the screen; you'd liked Ellie's posts. Your heart dropped, shock washing over the pleasure. You quickly unliked, getting off her page, your breath still rapid, you pressed on your notifications. Her account requesting to follow you, you gasped. "Shit" you closed your eyes, you accepted the follow request, following her back, soon after her name popping up on your screen. She'd sent you a message.

"Hey" reading with the same voice she'd used today. You responded a simple hi. The conversation began, a smile across your face when she responded, when she reacted to your messages, she'd had you hooked. Every text she sent, every photo she liked, you were obsessed, you were obsessed with her smile, her eyes, her tattoos, her laugh, her raspy concerned voice. You'd completely lost your mind by now, the photos she sent of her hands after her ceramics session, the close ups of her eye, and the pictures she'd taken when she thought something was beautiful. In three hours you'd learnt about her friends, her plans for college, her future, you'd saved every photo of herself she sent to you. And night had fallen far quicker than you thought.

11:30 rolled around when you texted her goodnight, "goodnight" a heart emoji beside she texted, and your own skipping a beat, you closed your phone, forcing the thoughts out of your mind and prayed you'd fall asleep fast.

The next to weeks had flown by, the conversations going from 7:30 to 12:00, it was never ending and you felt yourself falling more and more deeply in love with her. For everytime she texted, was another thought across your mind wanting to ask her to hang out, you were stuck, you didn't want to seem crazy. And yet you were yearning for the adrenaline rush, to see if this was your chance. In your last period of the day, you'd texted her, almost absent mindidly, asking her to go for a walk with you, maybe get some food. To which she agreed, you watched the time tick away slowly, taunting you every minute, yet saving you, your heart beat increased with the seconds. You were counting the minutes away from when you'd walk into the room filled with works and ceramics. You thought back on what to say, what you would do when you saw her. Thinking about it drawing you away from the time you'd been counting; the end of class upon you. The bell rang and the room she was always in at the end of the day was calling you.

"You need a ride home?" Your best friend followed you to your locker as you pulled out your thin cardigan in your favourite color. "I think I'll be okay" you smiled as you watched her walk away. You now on your way to the Ceramics room Ellie was in, each step heavier and more hesitant. The door way half open, you heard faint music from the very room she was in, you followed the sound to the door, peaking in through the crack. There she sat, her breaths steady and her face irregular, calm, her fingers still as skilled from when you'd first saw the video she posted, you watched as a loose strand of hair fell from behind her ear. Her tattoo was stained, her bracelets tangled, you had taken in every detail, the distant sun illuminating the room enough to make her seem like just another angel like shadow, her hair bright.

"Are you spying on me?" She joked, smirking at how long you'd been standing in the door way admiring her. "No, I'm just.. really into ceramics" you lied, flashing her a cheeky smile. "Really? You've thrown before?" Her voice was soft, you turned to look at the pieces at the corner of the room "no" you shifted your stance. "C'mere, I'll teach you" she opened her legs signalling you to come sit between them. Your heart skipped a beat as you sat, her arm just above your hip and the other ones hand guiding yours, showing you how you'd shape everything, "so here, you'd just..." she spoke, her fingers above yours demonstrating, soon you getting the hang of it. Her arms now only resting on your waist and her breath tickling your neck. The sounds of satisfaction coming from her mouth when you did as asked.

You felt her smile against your skin, soon the silence was the only thing filling the room. Your heart pounded begging for a way out of your chest, the way she'd left her arms around you watching you take interest in her hobbies, it was too much. If it were up to you, you would've been calling her yours already, instead of hopelessly letting her ruin your ability to think.

You turned your head to look at her, glancing down at her chapped lips who'd already been smiling at you, sending you over the edge, you cupped her face, dirtying her with the wetness from the clay, you pulled away just as quickly. "Fuck, I'm sorry" you apologized, staring at the paintings on the wall. Her hands suddenly gripped your hips harder, pulling you in for another soft kiss, passionately licking your lips for entrance, you hummed into the kiss, "why didn't you tell me?" She whispered kissing the area around your lips, "scared" you croaked out, her smile against your lips when you wrapped your arms around her neck, her dried clay hands grabbed onto your ass cheek from under your skirt, lifting you up to pin you to the nearest wall ever, squeezing it as she did, you moaned into the lip to lip contact, her warm breath intoxicating you, you found her knee between your legs rubbing at your hot and throbbing pussy, having you struggling to kiss her back, you felt your legs giving out under you, the only thing keeping you up being her knee and the hand caressing your plush and soft ass cheek that she adored all too much. You whimpered quietly between every soft kiss she left across your skin, the wetness being traced down your neck like due drops. Her hand played with your inner thigh, whispering how warm you were down there for her.

"Fuck" you breathed, "do you know how long I've been in love with you?" You whispered, playing with her hair as she focused on mole on your neck. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to finally make a move?" She smirked into your skin going back up to your face to kiss the light freckles across your cheeks. "Really?" You smiled softly as she kissed your forehead next. "Yes really. First day of school" she pulled away, looking you in the eyes, her eyes filled with honesty and desire. "I've been so obsessed with you everyday since the end of 10th grade" your cheeks glowed red up until your ears, "Soo... wha'now?" The green eyed girl looked at you adoringly, her arms still holding strongly onto your hips. "Would You maybe wanna go out?" You asked shyly, her lips just inches away from yours.

"Id like to make that work" she smiled, placing a last kiss on your lips.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ace Trappola - Beach Wear Vignette

"An amazing and memorable summer"

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Ace: HIYAH!

[wind magic]

Ace: Awesome, bullseye! Finish 'em off, Housewarden!

Riddle: I don't need you to tell me twice. HUP!!

[fire magic]

Ace: That's a Housewarden for you! Alllright, let's nab all the parts ASAP.

Riddle: You've improved, Ace. But the number of robot attacks seems to be increasing.

Ace: Yeahhh. Maybe Gantu's finally taking it seriously?

Riddle: …Everyone is so elated by the resort and surfing, but I believe we should take a breather to think more seriously.

Riddle: At dinner, we should speak to determining a security system.

Ace: So I got stuck patrolling around the cottage based on Riddle-ryōchō's suggestion…

1. Let's do our best! 2. I'll join you.

Grim: Nyahaha! Gantu's robots ain't no match for me～!

Stitch: Yeehaw ♪

Ace: NO, BUT SERIOUSLY, WHY AM I STUCK WITH THESE GUYS!? THIS DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL ANY SAFER!

Ace: Stitch is one thing, but you two from Ramshackle're not really good for fighting!

Grim: Whaddya say～!? Humph, I ain't gonna save you if you're attacked by a robot.

Ace: That's my line. Don't get lost wandering around on your own.

Ace: Anyway, [Yuu], you better not leave my side, especially 'cause you can't use magic.

[nods]

Ace: Eh, I mean, I guess we don't really run into any of those robots at night anyway, so I think you'll be alright.

Grim: Alllright, so let's get this patrol on the road. Follow me!

[Uninhabited Island – Tropical Forest]

Ace: Wheew～ The breeze's nice. It's great to have since it's still pretty humid at night.

Ace: I was worried what would happen bein' stranded on this deserted island and all…

Ace: But thanks to us having that cottage, I'd say we're survivin' pretty comfortably.

Ace: If we didn't have Stitch or our upperclassmen, we'd probably have been stuck sleeping in that cave the whole time.

Ace: Thanks, Stitch.

Stitch: Ehe!

Grim: Funyaa! Hey, I also was out there collecting vines and branches and fruits and any other stuff out there we could use!

Ace: Sure, you're helping in your own little way, but when it comes to the fruit, you were basically eating them as soon as you found them.

Grim: That’s… Uh… Yeah, I was tasting to make sure it was good! It woulda been bad if you all got upset stomachs, after all!

Ace: If you eat everything yourself, then that's no longer taste testing.

Ace: Eh, I mean, it's not like I really want fruit, anyway. All of Floyd-senpai's dishes were totally delish.

Ace: The white fish sauté, the seafood simmered in coconut milk, the carpaccio, and that fruit salad...

Ace: All those dishes tasted like they came right out of a restaurant. There's no way I'd be able to go back to normal food after that.

Stitch: Right!

Grim: I wanna barbeque again! I can't get enough of that juicy, savory flavor of all that shellfish～

1. The grilled shrimp was delicious.

Ace: Totally. It's gotta be the fact that all these ingredients are super fresh that it tastes so good.

2. The meat was good, too.

Ace: I totally get it. I'm still a growing boy, y'know? Fish is good and all, but it's just not enough without some actual meat.

Ace: The cottage and food are getting' more and more extravagant, so it really feels like we're at a private beach resort.

Ace: Gettin' to be more of a celebrity getaway, 'stead of us being stranded. Honestly, I've always wanted to experience something like this.

[Grim's stomach growls]

Grim: Funyaa～ …All that talk of food's making me hungry. Hey, hey, why don't we go back to the cottage already?

Grim: The other guys are also out patrolling, so they'll all be fine without us.

Ace: Don't be stupid, Grim. Riddle-ryōchō and Azul-senpai are still at the cottage.

Ace: If it's found out that we slacked off, we'll definitely lose our heads.

Ace: C'mon, we're basically living that resort lifestyle, no one wants to be wearing that heavy collar around. Let's just do our job and patrol.

Ace: And besides, Gantu's capturing robots won't pop out at us, so… Just going on a stroll while chattin' it up ain't bad once in a while.

Ace: Honestly, being around my Housewarden, or my basketball clubmates day in and day out just kinda tires me out.

1. Yeah, seems like.

Ace: I knew you'd get me.

2. Doesn't look like it to me…

Ace: You don't get it at all. 'Sides, it's called being polite not showing how tired I am!

Ace: Putting that aside… This has been pretty great, hasn't it? We all got to go surfing together, too.

Ace: Whatever else there might be, don't you think this is turning out to be an amazing and memorable summer?

[Uninhabited Island - Tropical Forest]

Ace: Putting that aside… This has been pretty great, hasn't it? We all got to go surfing together, too.

Ace: Whatever else there might be, don't you think this is turning out to be an amazing and memorable summer?

Ace: Sucks that my phone battery died so I couldn't take any pictures…

Ace: But when we get back to campus, we totally gotta brag to Deuce that we had an awesome vacation on a tropical island.

Grim: Yeah! Deuce is probably super depressed right now.

1. It would have nice if we could all have come together.

Ace: I wonder～ Well, I guess he does have a ton of stamina, so he might have been super useful gathering water and food.

2. It would be nice to come together next time.

Ace: EH, NEXT TIME!? I mean, sure, we're having fun and all, but I definitely don't want to get stranded like this a second time.

Ace: But hey, I guess I feel sorry for him that he was the only one left behind.

Ace: Guess it wouldn't be too bad to invite Deuce and we all go somewhere together for summer vacation.

Stitch: Ohana?

Grim: Hm? You talking about Deuce? Yeah, he's another one that I look after.

Ace: I question who's looking after who, here…

1. He's our friend. 2. We get along well.

Stitch: Great!

[rustle, rustle]

Ace: Hm? Did you guys hear something behind us?

Grim: Probably just the leaves rustlin' in the wind. Look at you, a real worrywart.

1. Huh? Where'd Stitch go? 2. Wait. Stitch is gone!

Ace: Stitch? If you're still here, say something.

Ace: No way. I got a bad feeling…

Ace: EH!?

Grim: Hey! Stitch! You better not be trying to scare me… HRMPH!

Ace: Shhhh!!! Both of you stay quiet.

Ace: I knew it… Something huge is coming this way.

Ace: Is it an enemy? Shoot, of all times to show up, it had to be right when we lost Stitch.

[rustle, rustle, rustle!]

Grim: Eek… Th-Those footsteps are getting closer!

Ace: I'll do what I can to stop them. So you two need to head back to the cottage and go get my Housewarden and Azul-senpai.

Ace: When I give you the signal, run and don't look back. …It'll be fine. I'll be able to fight them off, at least until you get back.

Ace: …Here we go.

Ace: [YUU], GRIM! RUN!!!

???: GRAAAWR!!!!

Ace: I WON'T LET YOU PASS ME!

Ace: I'll beat yo… Uh, wait. Huh?

Floyd: Boo～! Whaddya think, did I scare you?

Ace: FLOYD-SENPAI!? AND STITCH!?

Ace: O-Oh, come on～～! Don't scare me like that!!

Floyd: Aha! Look how scared you were, Crab-chan. Hilarious!

Stitch: Yahahaha!

Ace: Hey, you, Stitch～! You totally abandoned us when you realized Floyd-senpai was near, didn't you?

Ace: And here I was praising you so much, and that's how you repay me?

Floyd: Just let it go. "I won't let you pass me," you said? Don't think I've ever said that kind of line before.

Floyd: [whistles] Crab-chan, you're so coool～ You thought so too, right, Shrimpy-chan?

1. You were totally cool. 2. Thanks for protecting us!

Ace: Ughhhhh! Floyd-senpai, stop teasing me!

Ace: And the rest of you better not join in, either! Don't tell anyone about what just happened.

Grim: Nyahaha, maybe I will, maybe I won't～

Ace: If Trey-senpai or Cater-senpai, or even Deuce hears about it… They won't ever let me live it down.

Floyd: Ah, don't get all crabby on me. There's some chilled jelly waiting for us when we get back to the cottage.

Ace: Whose fault do you think this is…

Ace: No, it's fine, I guess I am pretty hungry, so I'll take that jelly and call it even.

Ace: Sigh, I feel so tired all of a sudden. And the best way to get rid of this icky feeling is…

Ace: To eat some delicious food again tomorrow with everyone and just have as big a blast as I possibly can!

Requested by Anonymous.

[pardi-real]

The dynamics between the butlers 🌹

Lucas & Nac

Lucas: “Morning~”

Nac: “Aah, please wait!”

Lucas:

Bad with mornings

He messes up a lot when getting ready without fully waking up, so Nac fixes it for him

When he stays up late doing research, he messes up twice as much

Even if his eyes are open, it's still hard to tell if he has woken up or not

Nac:

Actually he's always waking up in a bad mood, so to hide it, he wakes up earlier than anyone else

Always dressed perfectly

Lucas & Lono

Lucas: “Pain, pain, go away~”

Lono: “S-sorry…”

Lucas:

Scary when angry

If someone gets hurt because they're being reckless, they'll receive more painful treatment than usual

Lono:

He's bad (is scared) with Lucas

He's aware whenever he's being reckless, so he'll really regret it later

Lono is Lucas's regular patient

Flure & Lono

Lono: “I told you, you definitely can eat it with this seasoning!”

Flure: “Bell peppers… no way…”

Lono:

He can't shut up when it comes to food

He often has Flure helping him in the kitchen

Flure:

Hates vegetables

Lono is close in age with him and easy to talk to, so he can openly show his dissatisfaction

Normally he's quite rude to Lono

Lono's cooking is delicious, so he's grateful to him

Lato & Flure

Lato: “See, isn't it fun?”

Flure: “Put me down now!”

Lato:

No interest whatsoever towards other people and all living beings…

Flure and Miyaji (+the lord) are the only ones he has interest in

Extremely high physical prowess and he can't control it

Playfully bothering Flure, thinking it would make him happy, but always ends up making him angry

Flure:

He's annoyed that Lato treats him like a little brother (But he doesn't hate it)

He's proud of himself for taking care of the bothersome dangerous person that is Lato

He's usually scolding him despite Lato is older than him

Lato doesn't listen to other people, but if Flure's the one saying it, he complies

Bastien & Lono

Two guys who usually disagrees/fights a lot

Bastien: “I want…”

Lono:

Harbors one-sided rivalry with Bastien who is skilled in swordsmanship

Surprisingly, Lono is the more reliable one

Bastien:

Drawn to things he likes, he often gets lost

He often doesn't pay attention to what Lono says, but when Berrien says something, both of them follow

Berrien & Bastien

Berrien: “Uwaaa…”

Bastien:

Fearless

Bastien isn't particularly close with Berrien, but he does listen to what he says

Due to his affection for living things, he avoids senseless killing

Berrien:

Berrien is terrified of bugs

Rather than hiding this weakness, he openly seeks help from other butlers

Considering that everyone helps him out, he thinks that 'They're all good kids.”

Lamli & Ammon

Lamli: “Rose-kun, hear me out ♪”

Ammon: “Yes, yes, I've had enough hearing about it~ Also, won't you stop with the Rose-kun?”

Ammon:

He's thinking on what to do to handle this situation

Lamli:

He loves Lucas and the lord

Ammon is one of the few people who listens to him gushing

He has a habit of quickly assigning nicknames to others

Ammon & Boschi

Boschi:

He lets his guard down when with someone he can be open to

He nonchalantly sleeps a lot

He has the smoothest hair out of all the butlers

Ammon:

He takes care of Boschi's daily life, who is wounded

But, sometimes he messes around because he can (and then gets scolded badly)

It's Ammon's duty to wake Boschi up (he makes herbal tea to wake him up)

Boschi & Haures

Usually they don't get along well

They recognize each other's strength, so they lean on each other's backs in battle

Boschi: “That was such a crappy move”

Haures: “Shut up. Focus on eliminating the enemies”

Boschi:

He doesn't want to acknowledge Haures's strength, so he fights while cursing

Strong sense of rivalry with Haures

Haures:

When dealing with Boschi, he's a little more foul-mouthed than usual

[trixy812]

002 - ONE SHOT ♪ I knew it!

♪ -- Content: Nanami x fem!Reader, a little bit angst, unrequited love, with happy ending, Reader!Sorcerer, fluff, with a friend like Gojo, who needs enemies?, Reader and Nanami are both red flags

♪ -- Synopsis: About how you tried to confess your feelings twice to Kento Nanami, and... it didn’t work?

♪ -- An: So, the notes on my first fanfic motivated me to write this one! Thank you very much! I have some more ideas that I am going to write right away. Please let me know what you think; this one is definitely longer and maybe a little bit rushed at the end.

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You were walking through the halls of the headquarters, lost in thought. Your mind kept returning to the same point: Kento Nanami. You knew that, no matter how much you tried to hide it, he meant something special to you. Since you met him, when you both were merely novices in the world of exorcisms, you felt an immediate physical attraction, and your affection for him began when you noticed his indifferent kindness.

You walked together toward the 7-Eleven, with Haibara talking excitedly about how amazing Gojo was, especially when he was next to Geto. You listened attentively, while Nanami, lost in thought, seemed absorbed as he gazed up at the sky. It was then that, almost imperceptibly, Nanami noticed a young man had dropped his bag of groceries. Without hesitation, he stopped and helped him pick everything up, showing a generosity you admired in silence. The young man thanked Nanami, but without acknowledging him, he continued walking beside you, leaving you with a feeling of warmth beyond words.

Your affection for him had grown over the years, but so had the pain of his quiet rejection. Why did he insist on keeping his distance? You were convinced that Nanami felt something for you, even though he kept reinforcing the wall he had built and didn’t seem eager to bring it down anytime soon.

Nanami was reserved, impenetrable, but there was something familiar in his presence, something you couldn’t ignore. Each time you tried to confess your feelings, Nanami found an excuse, a way to postpone the conversation with a simple, “Another day.” Yet, you were persistent. Even when he distanced himself, you kept trying.

That day, you found him in the common room, reviewing reports. You approached him with a smile, noticing how, as always, he looked at you with that mix of seriousness and restrained affection.

“Are you perfecting your reports again, Nanami?” you said in a playful tone as you sat across from him. Nanami looked up, his expression unchanging.

“There’s always something to do,” he replied, not very interested. You leaned forward a little, watching him closely.

“You know, I was thinking… Why do you always reject me?” you asked suddenly, without any preamble, though your voice was slightly shaky. You knew the question would make him uncomfortable, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You wanted answers.

Nanami looked at you intently, setting the papers aside. You held his gaze bravely, even though you felt the familiar knot forming in your chest.

“Let’s talk about this another day, y/n,” he said with his calm, yet firm voice. That response you had heard before – in that moment, a mix of frustration and anger washed over you. It took all your willpower not to slap him and yell at him for being so foolish.

“Why not today?” you insisted, your voice breaking slightly. You took a breath and continued, “I know you feel something for me. I can see it; I can feel it. Why won’t you let me in?”

Nanami remained silent for a few seconds, and you felt tears wanting to spill, but you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. He knew he was making you cry, and though that made you vulnerable, it also reminded him that, deep down, he wasn’t as immune to your feelings as he wanted you to believe.

“I’m afraid,” he finally said, with an honesty that surprised you both.

You blinked, surprised. Nanami, afraid? You never would have imagined it. Despite everything, you smiled – a small smile, full of understanding.

“Afraid of what?” you asked in a low voice. “Afraid of caring for someone else?”

Nanami averted his gaze. The common room was completely silent, and you felt the urge to move closer to him, to touch his hand, but you held back. You knew that would make him withdraw, and you didn’t want to lose this moment. He said nothing, but something in his expression changed. You saw it, you recognized it. He knew you were right, but he wasn’t ready to admit it.

Feeling the familiar sting in your eyes, you stood up before the tears could fall. You didn’t want Nanami to see you cry. You said goodbye with a calm smile, as you always did.

“See you tomorrow, Nanami,” you said in your usual cheerful tone. And before he could say anything, you turned and left the room.

Walking toward the garden, you sighed deeply. You stopped for a moment to think about what Nanami had said. Was he really afraid of caring too much? As much as his cautious rejections hurt, you weren’t going to give up. You knew Nanami better than he thought, and you were sure that, in time, he would understand, too.

You walked aimlessly, letting yourself be carried away by your thoughts as you remembered the two times you had gathered the courage to confess your feelings to Nanami (and how both times didn’t go as planned). You knew it wasn’t easy for him, but it hadn’t been easy for you either. Every time your confessions were interrupted, it hurt, but you couldn’t stop trying. It was as if your heart was begging you to keep fighting, even if reason told you to stop.

The first time you tried to confess was during a simple mission in a small town, far from the pressures and bustle of the city. Under a starry sky, without the barrier of your companions or the responsibilities of the headquarters, you thought it was the perfect moment.

“Kento,” you began softly as you both rested by the campfire, “I… there’s something I want to tell you.”

He looked at you, blinking with a serene expression. Just as you were about to confess, Nanami raised a hand.

“Tomorrow, when we’re not in the middle of a mission, alright?” he said with an unshakable calm, as if he hadn’t grasped the significance of what you were trying to say.

That night, you lay in your makeshift bed, frustration simmering in your chest. You kept telling yourself you’d try again.

The second attempt came months later, during a social gathering at the headquarters. This time, you were determined there would be no excuses. The celebratory atmosphere and a few glasses of wine encouraged you to be more direct. You found Nanami off to the side, watching the crowd with his typical serene expression. With courage, you approached him.

“Kento, I need to tell you something,” you began, your heart pounding. “This time, I don’t want you to interrupt me.”

He raised an eyebrow, letting a barely-there smile that could almost seem as teasing. But just as you were about to continue, Gojo appeared, draping his arm over your shoulders with exaggerated familiarity.

“Oh, Nanami! Looks like you’ve got an admirer!” Gojo said with a playful laugh. “Come on, y/n, why not get straight to the point? Everyone in the headquarters knows you’re crazy about him.”

You felt your cheeks burn as you shrugged off Gojo’s arm, while Nanami looked at him with his usual air of exasperation.

“Gojo, this conversation doesn’t concern you,” Nanami replied in a serious tone, though a slight tension in his gaze suggested he knew more than he was willing to admit.

Gojo shrugged and shot you both a last cheeky grin before walking away. But the moment had passed, and you sighed, pretending to laugh and deciding to postpone it again, even though you felt something inside of you twist.

Alone, in the comfort of your small apartment, you couldn’t get these memories out of your mind. You knew you loved him, and no matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t extinguish those feelings.

Nanami was in the headquarters library, studying some ancient texts on curses. Despite his apparent concentration, his mind was restless. Your words, your broken voice, echoed in his head repeatedly. “Why do you always reject me?” … The echo of your feelings, of your pain, tormented him more than he was willing to admit. He knew you had suffered those two times, and although he never intended to hurt you, it seemed he did.

The library door swung open, interrupting his thoughts. Gojo entered, as always, without a care for discretion, carrying his typical carefree air and a mischievous smile. Nanami sighed, knowing that whatever was coming, he wouldn’t like it.

“Nanami, old friend,” Gojo said as he plopped down in the chair in front of him. “I think we need to have a little chat.”

Nanami looked at him for a moment, waiting for Gojo to get straight to the point. He knew that when Gojo had that tone, it wasn’t to talk about missions.

“About what?” he asked dryly.

Gojo leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head as he smiled in that infuriating way Nanami always found exasperating.

“About y/n, of course,” Gojo replied naturally. “Are you really going to keep ignoring what’s happening?”

Nanami closed his eyes briefly, frustrated. He knew Gojo wouldn’t stop, but that didn’t mean he was ready for this conversation.

“It’s none of your business, Gojo,” he replied, trying to refocus on the book in front of him—or at least pretending to.

“That’s not entirely true,” Gojo continued, in a more serious tone, which wasn’t typical of him. “It’s no secret that y/n has feelings for you. And by ignoring those feelings, you’re affecting both of you. You can’t keep pretending that nothing’s happening.”

Nanami snapped the book shut, knowing he wouldn’t be able to avoid this conversation. He looked at Gojo, his expression hard but also tired.

“Gojo, it’s not that simple,” he said, not bothering to hide his frustration. “y/n is… incredible. I know that. She’s empathetic, strong, and her passion for everything she does is admirable. But I… I’m not what she needs.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly interested in the direction the conversation was taking.

“And how do you know what she needs?” he asked. “Because, from what I’ve seen, what she wants is you.”

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Nanami said in a low voice, almost to himself. “But I also can’t give her what she’s looking for. I’m not like her. I’m not an easy person to love.”

Gojo looked at him with curiosity, leaning forward slightly.

“Why do you think you’re not easy to love, Nanami?” he asked with surprising seriousness. “Because, frankly, y/n has shown you the opposite.”

Nanami remained silent, contemplating Gojo’s words. He knew you loved him, and that your feelings were real. But he also knew that his own fear of opening up, of letting go, held him back. You were everything he wasn’t: warm, emotional, able to see beauty in chaos, to love without reservations. He, on the other hand, had built a barrier around himself. He lived a rigid, calculated life, where emotions were controlled, and vulnerabilities couldn’t be afforded—or so he had always believed.

“What you’re doing now is just an excuse,” Gojo added, breaking into his thoughts. “Maybe the idea of someone loving you scares you, but what you’re doing now is cowardly, Nanami. y/n doesn’t deserve you playing with her feelings. You need to be honest, with yourself and with her.”

Nanami looked at him closely. Cowardly. That word struck him deeply. He had always been firm, confident in his decisions. But in this matter, perhaps Gojo was right. Perhaps he had been avoiding his own feelings, thinking he was protecting you, when in reality, he was just hurting you more.

“And what do you suggest I do, Gojo?” he finally asked, his voice filled with exhaustion.

Gojo shrugged, his usual nonchalant tone returning.

“Tell her the truth, Nanami. If you really don’t love her, then be clear and let her go. But if you feel something for her, even a little, stop hiding behind excuses. Talk to her. Because if you keep this up, you’ll lose her—even as a friend.”

Nanami remained silent as Gojo stood up, heading to the door with his usual carefree gait. Before leaving, he gave Nanami one last look.

“Not everyone finds someone who loves them like y/n loves you, Nanami. Don’t waste that chance.”

And with that, Gojo left, leaving Nanami alone with his thoughts and the heavy truth of his words.

Nanami had convinced himself you would try to confess again. He knew you felt something for him; you had shown it many times. And though he denied it to others—and often to himself—he felt the same. Each time you looked at him, with that mix of affection and hope, something within Nanami wavered. So, he decided to wait, believing that your third attempt at confessing would come soon. And when it did, he would finally tell you the truth: he wanted to give it a try with you.

Of course, Gojo didn’t miss the opportunity to notice what he was doing.

“You’re an idiot, Nanami,” he said bluntly, with his usual casual tone. “Are you seriously waiting for her to try confessing again? What kind of plan is that?”

At first, Nanami ignored him, as he usually did with Gojo’s provocations. But this time, his friend’s words lingered in his mind. Gojo was right; it was foolish to wait. If he felt something, why not tell you now? Why prolong the suffering for both of you?

The answer, however, wasn’t simple. Nanami couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as he recalled that night, years ago, when you were 19, and he was 23. A karaoke night and far too much alcohol. He remembered it vividly, though he tried to push it to the darkest corner of his memory. That night, he couldn’t resist. He spent most of it telling you how beautiful you were, how much he envied your personality, your humor, your warmth. You had both gotten too close, too drunk, and full of unresolved emotions.

That night, you kissed. And not only that—you spent the night together, wrapped in laughter, caresses, and a connection that neither of you had ever discussed since then. Nanami had tried to forget, to convince himself it was just the alcohol, the atmosphere. But he knew it wasn’t. You knew it, too. It was because of that night that you kept trying, because you knew he felt something.

However, you never tried to confess your love again. The days passed, and that declaration never came. Instead, you started seeing someone else. Mako, a civilian man, wealthy, who had impressed you with his charisma and lifestyle. Nanami tried not to think much about him, but every time he heard Mako’s name, a pang of jealousy ran through him. It was ridiculous, he knew, but he couldn’t help it.

Gojo, of course, didn’t let him live it down.

“Jealous, Nanami?” he teased every time Mako came up in conversation. “I told you; waiting wasn’t a good idea. Now you have competition, and he’s quite a catch. Rich, kind, civilian… nothing like a grumpy exorcist.”

Nanami would only look at him with a mixture of irritation and resignation. He was jealous, of course. But he wasn’t about to admit it. Instead of facing the situation directly, things between you and him began to change. You saw each other less in person, but you started talking a lot more over text messages. Something curious happened in those conversations: you began to flirt. Not in an obvious or blatant way, at least not at first, but there was a constant tension, a spark that ignited every time you talked.

Nanami, true to his stoic personality, kept his tone dry and direct, but you knew how to read between the lines. His flirting was subtle but loaded with intent, making it all the more impactful.

The flirting went on for weeks. Both of you knew what you were doing, but neither of you took the next step. Nanami was still tormented by his fears, and despite being with Mako, you couldn’t help but be drawn to your conversations with Nanami.

Until one night, everything changed.

You, Mako, Gojo, and Nanami went out with other friends for a karaoke night, just like when you were younger. The atmosphere was almost a replica of that time when you and Nanami had crossed that line you’d never talked about since. With a few drinks in you, you felt more relaxed and natural. You were singing, laughing, and having a great time, although Nanami couldn’t help but notice Mako constantly by your side, attentive, as if trying to claim his territory.

Nanami couldn’t stop thinking about that night years ago, about how he had been the one by your side, telling you how beautiful you were. His eyes followed you whenever you moved, and the weight of his jealousy and regrets was overwhelming.

Gojo, naturally, didn’t miss a chance to tease him.

“Bringing back memories, Nanami?” he asked in a low voice, nudging him. “Seems like history’s repeating itself.”

Nanami gritted his teeth. This time, though, he wasn’t going to sit idly by. He knew that if he didn’t do something soon, he’d lose you forever.

Nanami lingered in the corner of the karaoke room, watching you and Mako enjoy the night. The dim lighting, the laughter of friends, and the festive atmosphere surrounded him, but he couldn’t shake the growing feeling of discomfort. The memory of that karaoke night from years ago haunted him. You looked radiant, just as you had back then, but now your attention was on someone else.

Gojo, reveling in the opportunity to tease him, looked at him with a smug grin.

“What’s wrong, Nanami?” he asked, smiling in satisfaction. “Don’t like seeing her with someone else? You know it’s your fault, right?” he added, taking a sip of his drink. “Are you going to keep waiting, or are you finally going to do something?”

Nanami didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on you, laughing as Mako attempted to sing a romantic ballad. Despite the smile on your face, Nanami noticed something—a small distance between you two, an invisible barrier that only he seemed to see. Even though you were with Mako, your gaze briefly drifted to him, and that fleeting moment filled him with both hope and despair.

He couldn’t take it any longer. The silence between you, the growing distance, and the unresolved tension were consuming him. Nanami had waited too long. Gojo was right—it was foolish to think everything would resolve on its own.

“I’m going outside,” he muttered to Gojo as he set his drink down and stood up.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, surprised by his friend’s sudden move.

“Going outside? Just like that?”

“I need some air,” Nanami replied, not stopping to explain further. He didn’t have a clear plan, but he knew he couldn’t stay there watching you slip away.

He left the venue, feeling the cool night air hit his face. He walked a few steps, trying to clear his mind. However, the memories kept flooding back. That time after karaoke, how everything had changed between the two of you. He remembered how you had laughed on the way to his apartment, how you had rested your head on his shoulder in the taxi, and how, in that moment, everything seemed to fall perfectly into place. The way he had looked at you and told you, without hesitation, how beautiful you were.

Nanami ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. He couldn’t stop thinking about you that night. Because that time, when you reached his apartment, there had been no doubts, no questions. It was just the two of you, wrapped in a connection that, though unspoken, had always been there.

Suddenly, the karaoke door opened behind him. He turned to see you. You were watching him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Are you okay?” you asked, walking toward him as the wind played with your loose hair. “You seem… distant.”

Nanami stayed silent for a moment, taking in the way the streetlight illuminated your face, making you look so soft, so vulnerable.

“I’m fine,” he said at last, but his tone betrayed him. He wasn’t fine, and you knew it.

You took a step closer, crossing your arms as you looked him straight in the eye.

“I don’t believe you,” you replied, your smile soft but full of concern. “What’s going on, Kento? You’ve been acting strange all night.”

He sighed. He couldn’t keep running from this conversation. He had waited too long, and that third attempt at a confession would never come. You had moved on. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t finally tell you how he felt.

“Do you remember that night, five years ago, after karaoke?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked, surprised by the shift in topic, but you nodded quickly.

“Of course I remember.” Your tone was careful, not sure where Nanami was going with this. He looked down, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and nostalgia.

“That night…” he began, his voice lower than usual. “I said things I maybe shouldn’t have said, and I did things I… hadn’t planned on doing. But I can’t stop thinking about that night, y/n. It was the only time I was completely honest with you. And since then, I’ve been lying to myself.”

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes slightly, as if trying to decipher his words. He didn’t dare meet your gaze directly.

“I’ve been a coward,” he admitted, with a bitterness that burned his throat. “I ignored you, y/n. I kept acting like I didn’t care. And I did it because I was afraid. Afraid of what it would mean to feel something so… deep for someone like you.”

You didn’t speak for a moment, clearly taken aback by his confession. The silence between you lingered, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was a silence filled with everything left unsaid over the years.

“And now what?” you finally asked, your voice softer than usual. “Why are you telling me this now?”

Nanami took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Because I don’t want to keep waiting for something to happen,” he said, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. “I don’t want to see you with Mako or anyone else, because I know I still feel the same way about you. I’ve felt it since that night, and I can’t keep denying it.”

You looked back at him, your eyes searching his for some sign that this was real.

“You took too long, Kento,” you said, shaking your head. “But… I think I was waiting for you to tell me, too.”

Nanami couldn’t help but feel a weight lift from his shoulders. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was doing the right thing. He couldn't believe it—a sense of relief mixed with excitement welled up inside him. But before he could say anything more, your expression shifted, and you looked away, almost hesitant.

"I'm sorry, Kento," you said, your voice trembling but resolute. "My commitment is with Mako now. I can't keep living in the past."

Your words hit Nanami like a punch to the gut. You looked at him with a mixture of sadness and firmness, and he struggled to process what you were saying. Nanami felt frustration and anger start to rise. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You—the same person who had tried to confess your love twice—were now walking away from him as if those feelings had never existed. And the coldness of your rejection only intensified the anger he felt.

“You can’t be serious!” he shouted, unable to hold it back. “What the hell, y/n? Twice! Twice you tried to tell me how you feel about me, and now you’re saying it all means nothing?”

You looked at him, stunned by his outburst. You crossed your arms and took a deep breath, staying calm, but he could see the hurt in your eyes.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Kento,” you warned, your tone more serious than he’d ever heard. “You have no right. I gave you so many chances, and you chose to ignore them. You can’t just come to me now, after I’ve moved on, and demand that I come back to you. It doesn’t work like that.”

Nanami clenched his fists, unable to grasp how things had spiraled so out of control. But you didn’t give him more time to respond. You turned on your heel and walked back toward the bar. He watched as you went, his heart pounding, and just before you stepped back inside, he saw it: the kiss.

You went over to Mako, who welcomed you with a warm smile. Without a word, you took his face in your hands and kissed him with an intensity Nanami knew wasn’t genuine. That kiss wasn’t for Mako—it was for him. It was a direct blow to his ego, to his feelings. And it hurt more than he ever imagined. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. But the image of that kiss was seared into his mind, a painful reminder of what he had lost. Of what he had let slip through his fingers.

The days that followed were a silent agony. Nanami was not speaking to you, and although he saw you sometimes at the exorcists’ headquarters, your interactions were tense and filled with awkward silences. Even Gojo, who usually couldn’t resist teasing, had stopped with his jokes. Everyone could feel the tension between you.

A few days after the incident, you sought him out. Your demeanor was calmer, but he could see the discomfort in your eyes.

“Nanami, I’m sorry about what happened,” you said softly, avoiding his gaze. “I shouldn’t have kissed him like that in front of you. It was cruel, and I did it just to hurt you. It wasn’t right.”

Nanami looked at you in silence, his anger still palpable, but his tone was calmer than before.

“Why did you do it, then?” he asked, unable to hide the pain in his voice.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Because… I felt trapped. You ignored me so many times… and now that I’m with Mako, I don’t know. I wanted you to feel what I felt because of your indifference.” You spoke without much thought, saying whatever came to mind.

Nanami nodded, accepting your apology with a feeling of resignation. He knew things between you wouldn’t heal overnight, but at least he now understood a bit more of your pain.

Weeks later, you ended things with Mako. The news didn’t surprise Nanami, though he couldn’t deny feeling an unexpected sense of relief. Things between you two were still tense, but gradually, you began talking again. What started as casual exchanges soon turned into something more playful. The flirtation that had once only existed through messages resurfaced in public, more intense than ever.

You were bold, direct, and your comments often made others in the group blush. Even Gojo, usually so laid-back, seemed affected by the way you and Nanami exchanged subtle remarks.

One afternoon, when Nanami was finishing up some reports, he found a note on his desk. The paper was simple, unadorned, but he recognized your handwriting immediately. He opened it with curiosity and couldn’t help but smile at the words:

“I tried to confess twice. You tried once, so it’s still your turn. If you really want to be with me, I want to hear it. I don’t need some big romantic declaration. Just be you.”

Nanami stared at the note for several minutes, pondering what it meant. He knew this was important to you. The time had come for him to be honest, too. And although he wasn’t the type for grand romantic gestures, he would do this in his own way. Just like you’d written—he just had to be himself.

The confession came the following day, during a mission. You were fighting side by side, as you had so many times before, but this time there was something different in the air. When the battle ended, both of you panting from the effort, and as the cursed spirits dissolved, Nanami turned to you.

“y/n…” he said, without hesitation, “I love you. I always have.”

You froze for a second, your eyes widening with surprise. Then, a small smile formed on your lips. Nanami took your hand, pulling you close to him, and whispered in your ear, “It’s amazing how, since our first kiss, you’ve only grown more beautiful each day.” You couldn’t say anything more because Nanami, with his other hand, held your waist, pulling your body against his, and kissed you intensely as no one had ever kissed you before. He kissed you with so much passion, as if he were trying to apologize for all the pain his indifference had caused you. Tears of happiness began to stream down your face. As you parted from him, you felt nervous and excited at the same time, and you could only muster a weak joke.

“So, after all this time, it only took you five years to kiss me again?” you joked, and Nanami’s soft laughter filled the air.

“I’m sorry,” he said, with a mix of shyness and determination. “How about we don’t wait that long for the next one?”

[syoounn]

¸♬·¯·♩𝓓𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽 𝓐𝔀𝓪𝔂·♪¸¸♩·♬·

•Pure Angst

•Characters: Chuuya, Kunikida

(Requested by vvvanni)

Chuuya

Chuuya truly loved you, but he can't stand seeing you hurt. Both of you were sitting on the sand and admiring the sea. It was quiet and peaceful... both of you were not talking as if feeling of eachothers presence is enough. But chuuya otherwise... was feeling hurt. He wanted to say something to you for a long time... but he can't bear to say it to you, but this time... there will be no hesitation. He took a deep breath and kept his eyes on you.

"Please, don't hate me... but you shouldn't stick around me any longer."

He was sitting on the sand, facing you and keeping a bit of distance.

"It'll just bring pain both in me and you.. and I don't want that, I don't like seeing you hurt."

You were aware of it... you didn't know how loving eachother could hurt eachother. How can you let him go... you loved him.

"Do you plan on moving on from me?....."

He asked you.. in a tone of concern, but also guilt. He felt guilty for making you feel that way.. knowing he can never reciprocate these feelings that you have.

You were silent for a while as and spoke quietly.

"How about you..? do you plan to let me go..?"

Your words hit him, breaking chuuya's heart... and the silence in the atmosphere was so deafening...

".........."

His facial expression remained blank, and his eyes were filled with sadness.. his throat tightened, feeling like tears were just about to roll down his cheeks.He couldn't speak, as the weight of this situation grew heavier in his mind.

He blinked once, and blinked twice.. before the sudden realization hit him.

"..........."

He could no longer feel your presence.. chuuya was all alone in the entire time. He wanted to look around for you. He wanted to hear your laughter... your voice.. anything.

But all that was left, was nothing. All that was left, was this empty void... this silence, and the weight of the reality that was pulling him down.

He felt... so alone. As these feelings of misery started to fill and engulf him like hot flames, he couldn't do anything about it.

Kunikida

Kunikida is a great and loving partner who always makes sure you feel loved. Besides his absent behaviour, he loves you dearly. Therefore, seeing him struggle to focus at work hurt you a lot. He knows the fact he's a workaholic, but he has never been this unfocused at work.

Even the people at the agency tell him that he needs a rest but he's a stubborn man as he still wants to work despite everything that happened. As he was trying to focused he felt like someone about to approach him as he spoke.

"I'm working y/n"

He expected you to hug him at the back as you always do when he's busy.. but not... he can’t feel your presence anymore. He knows the fact that you were gone but he can't accept it. Sudden tears started to form on kunikida's eyes as the realization of just losing you... the person he loved the most. He eventually broke down after lifting all this pain he felt and blamed himself for everything. Why he can't he protect you..?! If only if he's aware enough, you would still be here. He was in grief.

[chaifootsteps]

*sighs* Hello, Chai, this is Metallica Anon with a bit of a lengthy post. 🤘

It's been a while since you last heard from me. Mainly because I've been busy with life, getting sick with the flu earlier this month, and often times coming onto your Tumblr when the ask box is locked.

Last time you heard from me, I told you I was going to see Metallica live that weekend. I did... twice. I'll make the Metallica gushing brief. Both shows were fantástica and they had different setlists with no repeated songs. They even played "Leper Messiah" on the Friday show... which segways into the main subject of this rant.

Yep, I'm ranting about Viv again. More specifically, I have this issue involving her... *ahem*

Why can't I move on from her and her shows?!

Why am I still thinking about vile woman and her shit-shows? Why am I still reading fanfics and viewing or even commissioning fanart of her shows? Why am I still even dreaming about her shows?! It's like my mind is forever clouded in a thick red smog. I honestly can't fathom how I let myself become a fan of this demon drivel for four years. Granted, I did manage to break away, but the damage has been done. Right now, I'm feeling like Pearl from Steven Universe.

♪ It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on? ♪

I mentioned this to you before when S1 ended (which I still refuse to watch), but the one thing that Viv did that really detonated the H-bomb inside me was the twist of Vaggie being a former exterminator. I endured a lot of her shit, but somehow this was the final straw for me with Viv. Why? Was it because of its plot-hole laden ridiculousness? Was it because I perceived it as Viv sucking the fandom's dick by implementing fan theories into her show? Was it because it made me foolish that I didn't see this twist coming? I think the answer is all three, though mostly the fandom dick sucking part.

What's sadder is that I've had a similar experience with My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Hell, it was late 2019 that I officially sent MLP:FIM to the glue factory while checking into the Hazbin Hotel. I guess history really does repeat itself. 😔

I know I've thanked you a lot, Chai, but I still feel the need to thank you for all you do. Frankly, you're the only person I feel comfortable talking to about my issues with Viv, despite the fact that we're likely thousands of miles apart. I'm actually terrified of mentioning anything Hellaverse related to my family or friends. Mainly because they would most likely not understand what I'm talking about, or I might inadvertently turn them into fans. 😬

Wowie-Kazowie, that was a load off of me being hard on myself. It's probably longest ask I ever sent you. Now I shall close this rant with a Metallica reference...

Viv, I dub thee unforgiven. 🖕

Hey, I get it, especially the dreaming part! It's annoying as hell, but you can't just switch off something that meant a lot to you...not when the quality dips or when the creator turns out to be an asshole, not even when it hurts you. The love stays with you forever, like HPV.

That's awesome that you got to see Metallica twice, though! At least the universe threw you that bone to make up for it.

[robo-milky]

“Hey, Carrots!

No need to look so offended, I’m not here to cause any trouble, you know~. No favors to ask of either. It’s your special day, isn’t it? It is! So I came by to give you a present.

…Yeah, okay, it’s not really much, but it’s a gift nonetheless. Coupon for a special pop for the birthday girl~. You have a favorite flavor or something? I’ll try making it into a pop for you. A dozen for free! I’m real kind, I know.

Oh, and before I forgot. You know Ashi, don’t you? Poor girl couldn’t make it today, so she asked me to hand you a gift bag in her stead. Proves my trustworthiness, doesn’t it? Heh.

No need to worry, I didn’t peek at it… Hold some higher standards for me, would you?”

Niko hands over the bag. It’s a cute, pink, petite bag with cat decorations on it. It holds some resemblance to the feline holding it herself.

Grabbing what’s inside, there’s a little drawing with a note attached. It’s written with words and symbols that seem impossible to verbalize, but somehow it’s easy to imagine a certain brunette bringing life to them…

Clochey! HBD fam!~ Super bummed I couldn’t make it, but I hope this prezzie has enough of my energy baked into it that it feels like I’m there! LMK ASAP ☆

I wanted to send you a cute lil’ message ‘cuz I’m real thankful for us being friends, YK? Even tho we aren’t super buddy buddy, I still totally enjoy your company. Eppy tells me enough about you that it basically feels like I’m hanging with you myself!

Anyway~ I wanted to gift smth more personalized for you, so I drew up a little drawing! It’s kinda like a postcard, but I tried putting one of your fave things on it ♡ I hope you enjoy!~

We should SO get talkin’ again soonsies! Wishin you a happy birthday and many more with a certain huntsman <3

Sincerely, Ashi ♪

Cloche hears a chuckle after she’s done reading the note.

“Wow, Carrots, your face is a little red… Wonder what Ashi stirred up for you to get you, the cold clawed kitty to get lookin’ like that. Well, privacy is privacy. Guess that’s my cue to leave.

Here’s hoping you catch a break from all the trouble around campus, hm? Enjoy your day~.”

HAPPY BDAY CHRIS!!!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY AND WEEK AND TBH MONTH IS SO BANGER. ITS SO DESERVED!!!!!!! 🫶 it’s been SO nice being your moot for like?? WHAT??? TWO YEARS OR SMTH??? TIME IS SO CRAZY. it’s been such a treat being able to interact n talk w you since the beginning!!! I GET SUPER HAPPY WHENEVER I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS <333 HBD again and I hope life treats you well!!!!! 🙏 blessing your pulls and turning them into pomepulls……….. tehepero

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash] *them referring to our dear freshmen

Okay first of all… ASHIIIIIII YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME I SWEAR !!! THE FACT THAT YOU SENT THIS SO EARLY??!?! THE INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING! I JUST LOVE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT SO NATURALLY- Fr, Niko just waltzing into Ramshackle then dipping- aND THE GORGEOUS GORGEOUS ROOKLOCHE ART- LITERALLY SCREAMING OVER THE POSE AND DETAILS- YOU SERIOUSLY OUT DID YOURSELF FOR THIS ONE! Rook carrying her and Cloche grabbing on to him to get closer- SAVANACLAW ROOK MY BELOVED- Muscle man frrrr- Ashi really caught on to the cat maid’s staring during Chapter 7 huh. AND THE DOODLES ON RHE SIDES ARE TOO CUTE- 😩

Epel yapping on about Cloche and totally not suspiciously asking Ashi about her roommate- Ashi internally sweating bullets when Epel doesn’t realize that everything he describes is the cat maid making up excuses to avoid him-

Also take this… Cloche walking up to Niko days later and asking for a bone marrow pop, and it takes Niko a few seconds to realize it was a joke 😭😭 Slow burn friendship trust-

Really, it’s so wild that it’s been 2 years- So glad to have you here and to celebrate with you again !! I think you really blessed my pome pulls with this one- seriously- man came on the 30th pull twice- Ilyyyyy If makes me super happy to see you in my notifs as well and may we continue to interact in the future!

[crow-stars]

❝THROUGH THE WOODS, INTO A MEADOW❞

❦summary; a walk through the words can't hurt, not when so many things can be seen on a trip through the woods. ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, silver ✎word count; 813 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, reader likes going through the woods, silver is taken along for the ride, sleepy times together ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

Silver wasn’t one to wander the forest that often. He didn’t want to risk falling asleep somewhere he shouldn’t and getting lost along the way. Even when he felt a bit adventurous, he’d make sure to keep the edges of the forest in eyesight and would stay only for a short time. Though, when Silver met you, it seemed like any chance you got, you would be wandering off into the forest by the school to explore and wander aimlessly. While somewhat charming at first, that didn’t last long before you were also taking Silver with you whenever you two’s free time overlapped.

You would usually steal away Silver around the time he would finish with his equestrian club, lingering around Silver as you waited for him to finish taking care of the horses and whatnot. Then, after, you would go straight to dragging him away, grabbing Silver’s wrist as you began talking about what you wanted to do on that day’s escapade and sharing your hopes as well. 

At first, Silver would protest perhaps once or twice before relenting to your whims. He had to admit, it was a nice break before he would have to return to his duties, though he didn’t have much choice in it at first. Eventually, Silver’’s protests became more playful and your surprise visits were becoming expected. Sebek would always complain about Silver “slacking”, saying he was shirking his duties. Malleus didn’t seem to mind and Lilia was just happy seeing Silver spend time with friends. 

Today was yet another day of you taking Silver along for a walk, hand in hand with one another. Silver’s speed was a bit more sluggish than your pace, but he was able to keep up. 

“You’re going to love what I have planned today!” You exclaimed so excitedly, guiding Silver along behind you. You stepped over a log and waited for Silver to do the same, making sure he didn’t trip before continuing on. 

“And what exactly do you have planned today?” There was Silver’s usual expression on his face, the more tired look that didn’t betray how he felt. He blinked his eyes and yawned softly and Silver felt you grip his hand tighter, presumably so that Silver doesn’t slip away from your grasp. It happened before and that was quite a day for both you and Silver. 

You glanced back at Silver, smiling bright enough to get a small smile from Silver. “I found this awesome spot that I thought you would like!” Well that’s different from the usual. Not that Silver minded. “It’s really pretty and has a lot of sunlight, not to mention—” 

You continued to talk about this spot that you found and Silver nodded along, listening to your words. He missed some of what you said at times, due to briefly nodding off, but you’d always bring him back with a few squeezes of your hand on his. The things that Silver managed to get were you talking about how delightfully warm the sunlight was, how the grass was so soft, and so on. All your words made it sound so appealing and, in turn, began to have Silver getting a bit more tired. The thought of being able to rest in the place you describe got his eyes drooping a bit. 

Silver followed as you continued to guide him through the forest. You weave through the trees, stepping over fallen logs or dips in the ground, still keeping contact with Silver, never faltering with keeping your hands linked. There were a few incidents where holding Silver’s hand benefited you more than him during this little trip, either tugging you back if you were about to fall or preventing you from falling into a surprise dip in the ground. 

After so much walking, and Silver almost falling asleep at one point, the two of you finally reached your destination. It definitely lived up to how much you praised it. The sun felt warm here, not too harsh, but not enough to cause Silver to feel a chill in his body. The grass reached up to about Silver’s mid lower leg, wildflowers dotting across the meadow. It was a picturesque scene, the type you would see paintings of. 

You smiled at Silver and tugged him further into the meadow, finding a suitable spot to lay down. Silver laid in the grass  and it was just as you said, soft to the touch and not too piercing like the blades of grass on the field. He could already feel himself relax into the blades of grass, eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of the sun ran over his body. Inevitably, Silver falls asleep next to you, with you soon falling into slumber in turn. To wander through the woods with you felt like the perfect build up to what was one of Silver’s best sleeps yet.