#🍭 the lovely and patient

[misfit-megumi]

OH MY GOSH!!!

No Dating Allowed - Ginjima x Chubby! Reader

Words: 6k, angst to fluff

Warning: Fatphobia but not from the Inarizaki Volleyball team - Also the boys are idiots but they're teenagers so that's to be expected.

“You’re so fat. You’re like a cow. Mooo!” You duck your head at the comment, try to let it slide off you. It still hurts, even if your face doesn’t show. Crying only eggs them on.

“You wouldn’t be so fat if you actually participated in some sports.”

“Like any Club would take them in, she’s too fat to even be a manager.”

You can barely read the words in your book now, the letters blurred by unshed tears. 

You don’t believe that what they’re saying is true. What they are saying is not true.

But it still hurts. Oh, does it hurt.

If only you could make them believe.

-

The idea is so bad you can’t believe you’re going through with it. 

It won’t change anything. 

If your classmates find out that you tried and failed, the bullying will surely get worse.

But still… what if it works out?

Your heart’s beating like a jackhammer in your chest as you approach the door of the third-year classroom. You’ve never been here before and you’re not sure how this is going to go, but you have to at least try, right?

“Can I help you?” A girl asks, her smile open and friendly.

You nod. “C-Can I… Can I talk to K-Kita-san for a… a minute?”

“Oh, sure. Stay right there… Kita-kun! There’s someone here for you.”

The decision to ask him first wasn’t made lightly. You don’t know much about Volleyball other than what you’ve seen during Gym Class. You don’t have to run around much - which you prefer - but you’re not good at jumping. But all the other Captains are way scarier than he is and when you’ve seen him around he’d always been surrounded by an air of calm indifference. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll at least be polite about it.

“Yes?” He’s tall, looming over you like an attractive shadow. You swallow thickly.

“I-I wanted to ask… if you needed… a manager? For Volleyball, I mean.”

Kita blinks.

“You’re a first-year, correct?”

You nod.

“How about we walk for a bit and talk about it?” He leads you down the hallway, away from the prying eyes of his classmates. 

You’re not sure how he does it, but you find yourself talking, explaining, rambling at times about the reasons you have to ask. But when you bite your lip in panic, clearly having overshared, he just nods and urges you to go on. 

“Practice is every day after school. When does your last bus leave?”

You look it up on your phone and he nods. 

“It might happen that we train a little longer, especially the twins. Don’t let them rope you into staying longer. If you do have to stay longer for any reason, don’t hesitate to ask any of the boys to walk you home, okay?”

“O-okay.” 

“Good. I have to get back to class now. I will see you after school. You can see if you like it and decide later.”

You nod, speechless. To say that this has gone better than expected would have been an understatement.

-

No one saw you change into your gym clothes in the bathroom and you’re thankful for that. 

You’re not ready to let anyone from your class know you’re doing this, if ever.

Maybe that’s a bad idea, maybe that would make them see you differently, but with how things are going right now they might just use it as another way to bully you.

It’s so weird to approach the Gym alone. No one’s waiting outside and you panic a little.

Did you get the time wrong? But Kita said after school, right?

You rush to the door to find him in there with three other boys, all of them taller than you.

A dark-skinned boy spots you first.

“Hey!” He waves at you. “I’m Aran Ojiro. You must be the one who’s trying out for manager.”

You swallow hard. This is a try-out? Like a test? What if you fail?

As if reading your thoughts another boy steps forward, his face serious but his words kind.

“Don’t worry too much. Since you’re going to spend a lot of time with us we have to make sure you’ll feel comfortable doing so. You can try out what it would be like.”

“He’s Ōmimi, I’m Akagi,” the last one steps forward, shaking your hand eagerly, “It would be so cool to have a manager again and a cute one too!”

You shy away from his touch and step closer to Kita who simply nods in greeting.

“Aran will show you around and explain the basics to you. As soon as the whole team is here you will get to know them and the official training will start.”

You nod and follow Aran who explains everything thoroughly.

“Can I ask you something?” You speak up when he shows you where the water bottles are kept and how to fill them up and wash them after use. 

“Of course.”

“Kita-san said you don’t have a manager yet. Why is that?”

“Well, Shiraishi graduated last year and after it became clear that Kita was going to become the Captain, he wanted to wait a bit before we got a new manager. I don’t know if you’re aware, but our setter is pretty popular with the girls and I guess Kita didn’t want us overrun with fangirls.”

“Why? Who is your setter?”

Aran stops and turns around. “You don’t know?”

You shake your head, already panicking. Should you know?

“Oh, Samu’s going to love this. Well, we’re finished here anyway, so let's go meet the rest of the team. Just a fair warning, they are a rather rowdy bunch.”

But as you step back into the Gym, the boys are sitting on the floor, quiet like mice. 

Kita’s standing next to what must be the trainer and waves you over.

“I’m Kurosu Norimune, First Coach.” He shakes your hand with a smile as you whisper your name before he turns around and announces it loudly to the students.

Some of them nod and at least Aran and Akagi smile up at you. 

A boy with light brown, messy hair looks up at you with wide eyes and you wonder what’s so surprising about you. Is it your height, or lack thereof, or your weight? 

You swallow thickly and miss at least half of the introduction.

And after that, everything comes to life.

“Hi, I’m Ginjima,” his eyes are still wide, but he’s smiling, a light blush adorning his face. You take a step back and his brows furrow. “I didn’t want to scare you, I just wanted to ask if you want to help me get the ball cart in? That’s usually my job.”

“Oh, of course.” You nod and trod along, trying not to lose him in the bustle of boys running around, setting everything up.

A few minutes later you’re standing on the side and watching, trying to gather their names from when Coach is shouting at them.

“Stop playing around, Atsumu!” That’s the guy with blond hair.

“Osamu! That was also meant for you!” He’s got grey hair.

“You could have gotten that, Suna!” This one turns and looks over as if you’d said it instead of Coach. He looks tired, but at the same time, a little… mean?

-

Too soon it’s break time and they all gather around you, pulling water bottles from your hands.

“Hey, I know you!” You blink up at the guy but you can’t really place his face. “You’re in Class 5, right? I’m Riseki!” He holds out your hand like he wants a high five and you cautiously tap his hand, not sure if that’s what you’re supposed to do.

“You’re cute,” he says, grinning from one ear to the other. Ginjima clears his throat pointedly next to him and your eyes drop back to the floor and all the water bottles you still need to pass around. Right. Work.

As it turns out, being a manager is a lot more work than you thought it would be. But it’s also a lot less hard than your classmates made it look like. You could totally do this every day. And why shouldn’t you, if they let you? You usually don’t like the books Literature Club reads together and you’re handwriting is too awful for that Club.

“What do you think?” Kita asks as he shows you how to disinfect the Volleyball’s one after the other. “Do you want to continue?”

“If I’m allowed to?”

He smiles and you can’t help but smile back.

If you’d get to have an older brother, you’d want him to be like Kita.

- - - xxx - - -

Droplets of water run down his back. It tickles, but he cannot focus on that right now.

“Are you sure Kita said that?” Ginjima asks again, hands practically folded in front of him.

“Absolutely positive,” Akagi confirms, “As soon as she was out of sight, he told us that no one was going to be allowed to ask her out. I mean, he said that we couldn’t make her uncomfortable by any means, but you know Kita, that’s what he meant.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t say it like that.” Tsumu declares pointedly, slinging a sweaty arm around Ginjima’s shoulders. “And you’ve seen our dear Ginjima. He’s fallen for her, he’s a lost cause already.”

“Ah, shaddap.” He throws him off, but Samu’s already there. “Hi, I’m Ginjima!” he teases, voice high. They all laugh, but Ginjima can’t help that he’s blushing. Again.

-

“I want to make clear,” Kita starts the next time they’re all at the Gym, no sight of you, “That no one is going to ask our new Manager out. I am aware that this affects your private life outside of Volleyball, but we don’t want to make her uncomfortable. If you cannot focus on anything but her, you have nothing to do in this team anyway.”

Suna whistles low through his teeth. “Damn, do you want her for yourself?”

Kita stares at him instead of answering and Ginjima swallows thickly, pulling his head in. So much for a chance at love.

-

But still, he can’t help himself. 

Just because he cannot ask you out doesn’t mean he can help you, right? Get to make you smile or even laugh, maybe?

“Here, let me help.” He’s got an eye out for you, making sure you don’t overdo it. “That’s too heavy for you anyway.”

“I’m stronger than I look.” You protest and he has to force himself to look away when you flex your arms. He’s a little jealous and a little thankful that he’s not seen you in your uniform yet. He’s not sure what he’ll do if he does. Probably have a spontaneous heart attack.

- - - xxx - - -

“Where are you going?” You freeze, even though you shouldn’t. 

“To my Club,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What Club? Who’s accepting Fatties?”

You swallow harshly, grab your bag and leave, hoping you can outrun them. 

They don’t bother to follow but you know this isn’t going to be over soon.

But just for a little longer you want to have this for yourself, just be happy with how things are. 

The boys are nice, Kita-san especially. He never gets mean and even when you get something wrong he just explains it calmly to you.

“We use this for disinfecting. You won’t get the same result otherwise.”

Aran’s super nice too, patting your head every time he walks past you like he’s blessing you. He doesn’t mind when you ask questions about Volleyball even though he’s probably explained most of it twice.

“Got that now? No. No problem at all. Maybe it’s easier if you picture the people. Kosaku and Riseki for example, are pinch-servers. Do you remember what that position means?”

Riseki, funnily enough, always asks you for help.

“Did you go over the math lessons already? You did? Sweet! Can you help me with them after training? We can do it here if you want. Kita doesn’t mind when we do our homework in here as long as we don’t disturb the others.”

Then there’s Ōmimi with his serious face who likes to trade books with you and Akagi who’s a bit too loud for your taste but always greets you with a joke.

“Where do the cows go to have fun? The Moovies!”

The second years, though you find the most difficult to work with.

The twins are loud and rowdy and Suna always gets this scary look on his face when he gets quiet. Ginjima always wants to talk to you and you don’t know why and Kosaku doesn’t talk at all.

You prefer to stick with the third years where you can and the first years when they call for you. No one from the Club is in your Class but just because you’ve made it one month doesn’t mean you will make it forever.

Eventually, you’ll be found out.

-

“Where are you going?” 

You try to dash away but this time you’re not fast enough. You hear fabric rip, feel the rush of air around your legs as your skirt drops to the floor. 

Laughter rings out in the mostly empty classroom as you gather the remnants of your uniform around you, leaving with tears streaming down your face.

You won’t be late, you promise yourself, even if you have to explain to your parents later why you need yet another expensive garment. You won’t be late, even if you have to wash your eyes with cold water in the bathroom to make sure you’re not found out.

“You okay? Your eyes are kinda red,” Ginjima points out the second you step into the Gym.

You nod and the lump in your throat makes your voice sound nasally.

“I’m fine. Just allergies.”

“Are you sure? If you’re sick you should go home and rest,” Kita had been in earshot, it seems. You shake your head. Home is the last place you want to be right now. 

“It’s fine, I was just… my eyes were tearing up a lot.”

Kita doesn’t look convinced. He turns to the boys. “Start training. I’ll be back soon.”

Without another comment he grabs you by the arm and gently drags you outside.

“I’m really fine,” you insist once you’re outside and you can trust your voice again. “It’s just allergies.”

“You don’t get allergies from one day to the other. You can tell me what’s wrong. No one’s listening in.”

Fresh tears fall. “My skirt ripped.”

“Oh.” A pause. “That’s unfortunate. Can I see it?”

You freeze, shoulders pulled up. “What?”

“Can I see your skirt? I’m not that good at sewing, but Kosaku is. Maybe we can do something about it.”

He inspects the garment for a second before he tells you to wait here. When he comes back, he’s got Kosaku in tow who looks not the least bit confused.

“Oh yeah,” Kosaku inspects your skirt as well. “That’s an easy fix. I can mend this after practice if you want.”

“You can?”

“Of course.” He sounds a little displeased that you’re questioning his abilities and you bow, immediately apologizing.

“It’s fine. You can buy me some snacks as a thank you… Or not, nothing’s fine too.” He adds hurriedly but when you look up nothing’s amiss. 

“Are you sure? I could bake something.”

“Only if it’s not too much trouble for you. I think all of the boys have a sweet tooth, so I wouldn’t be able to hold onto it for long.”

“They do?”

“Oh yeah. Especially Samu. Though to be fair, he devours everything edible.”

-

You’ve learned your lesson. You’re the first out of class and the last to step in. 

Still you know you won’t be able to get away forever.

But you will enjoy it as long as it lasts.

“I made something,” you exclaim when it’s time for the first real break. You pull the large container from your bag and prop it up, open it to reveal a small mountain of sugar cookies. They’re not in season, but they’re easy to make.

Just as Kosaku predicted, Osamu’s the first to grab one. His face lights up like firework as he tastes it.

“Hey, leave me some!” Atsumu pushes him to the side and you flinch.

“Behave!” Ginjima crows and half of the team turns to look at him, his face turning almost as red as the Inarizaki tie. “We don’t want crumbs in the Gym,” he tries to explain. You offer the box to him next and his hands shake funny when he takes a cookie. 

Maybe he’s just as anxious as you are, you think and send him a small smile. It only deepens the red on his face and you turn back, glad to see Aran approaching. Aran is safe.

- - - xxx - - -

“Does anyone know how we got her to make cookies?” Samu asks, licking the last remnants of his fingers. 

Ginjima listens only with half an ear. You’re sitting on the other side of the large Gym, head bent over Riseki’s books as you explain something.

Why are you just so cute??? “I told her we all like sweets,” Kosaku explains simply.

“And she brought in sweets?” Suna’s voice is teasing enough to gather Ginjima’s whole focus.

“What are you saying?” He asks, voice skipping an octave.

“What do you think I’m saying?” Suna asks back.

“It’s just cookies,” Tsumu argues, clearly annoyed, “Can we get over it and start playing again? I’m getting bored over here.”

-

“Ginjima?” Kita’s voice cuts through the noise and he turns, half expecting a stern reprimand.

Instead, his captain stands stiff like a board, waving for him to come over. Next to him: You, head bowed.

He rushes over, heart thundering ahead.

“Yes, Captain?”

“Our dear manager isn’t feeling well. I trust you to walk her to the bus station.”

“Of course!” His heart beats in his throat now, but at least he managed to get that out. “Can I carry your stuff for you? That’s absolutely no problem!”

“I’m fine,” you whisper, but when Kita clears his throat pointedly you relinquish your bag to him 

Ginjima makes sure to handle it with the utmost care, trying not to smile too brightly as he walks you out. Kita chose him for this job!

“Do you have a cold?” He asks as you walk. “Tsumu had it last week.”

“No, I don’t have a cold.” Your hands press against your stomach.

“Oh, a stomach bug then? Did you have the curry too today? I heard it wasn’t very good.”

“No… No, I didn’t.”

“Oh, what is it then? Do you have diarrhea?”

Your face pales and he goes almost cross-eyed looking for a trashcan to puke into. Instead, he finds a girl who’s pointing… at you.

“Are you for real?” She asks, voice shrill. “You’re a manager?”

“Who are you?” Ginjima asks, already pissed at the way she asked. 

“Who are you?” She asks back. “And what lame kind of sport do you do that you allow Fatty over here to join?”

“What the hell-” He starts, hands balled to fists. “Who do you think you are?!”

She scoffs. “Like you need to know that, loser. Bye Fatty. I’ll see you.” She laughs and runs off and Ginjima has to grind his teeth to keep where he is instead of running after her.

After all, you’re still sick and Kita entrusted you to him!

“Are you okay?” He asks, turning back to you. “Do you know who that bitch is?”

You gasp.

“What?” He asks. “Like she didn’t deserve that title! You’re not fat. My uncle is fat but even if you were that’s no way to talk about you like that! She needs a good beating if you ask me.”

You look up at him, eyes welled up with tears. Your mouth opens and closes and he kinda has to guess what you want to know.

“My uncle?” He guess. “He’s got a disease… I can’t name it properly, but when he was my age he couldn’t move at all because of it and he got so depressed only food gave him a source of comfort. He’s a lot better now but he’s still got plenty of weight. Not that that drags him down if you’ll excuse that joke.” Ginjima can’t help but smile as he thinks of Uncle Keiji.

You shake your head and sniff.

“Oh, you need a tissue?” He pats down his jacket but comes up empty. “Here,” he slips out of it, “Just wipe your nose on it, I’ll wash it today, no problem.”

That’s when you start laughing, his jacket clutched in your hands.

He laughs along, a little confused, but hey, he got you cheered up again.

-

You don’t look up when the door opens. But the rest of your class does.

“It’s Miya Atsumu!” One of the girls whispers, clearly shocked.

“And his twin!” Someone else mutters equally impressed.

Ginjima leans around them and finds you easily, head bowed over a Bento Box.

“Hey!” He calls out to you. “You coming? We’re going up to the roof to eat.”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“Come on,” Suna’s voice drawls out lazily, “We don’t have all day.” 

You nod, clearly confused, and grab your stuff, rush toward them.

“Who did you say was that bitch again,” Atsumu asks just as you’re a few steps from the door. 

Ginjima pokes his head in again and smiles at the girl in question, baring his teeth. 

“If you guys mess with our manager again,” Samu declares calmly, inspecting his fingernails, “Getting banned from our games will be the least of our problems. Are we clear?”

- - - xxx - - -

“Thank you for taking the time,” Kita closes the door behind him and smiles. The little storage room is cramped but filled with light from the evening sun.

“You wanted to talk to me?” You ask, hands fiddling. You haven’t lost your anxious ticks even after all these months.

“I’m resigning today,” he explains calmly. “It’s time to graduate. I thought Atsumu would be a good Captain. What do you think?”

You blink away a stubborn tear that won’t stay inside.

“He’ll need a little help,” you sniff, working against the lump in your throat. “But I’m sure he will do great.”

“You’ll help him, right?”

You nod, swallowing thickly. Kita’s warm hands land on your shoulders.

“Do you have any plans for the break?”

“No, not really.”

“Would you like to stay with us for those few weeks?”

You freeze. 

“Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes. Granny would love you. I’m sure your parents won’t mind and you can help me with the harvest if you want. Or stay inside and help Granny with the house.”

Silence enfolds between you. 

Eventually, with the warmest voice you’ve ever heard from him, he says “I’ve never had a little sister, but if I did… I’d want her to be like you.”

-

Ginjima’s eyes zero in on yours - surely red rimmed from all the bittersweet tears - but he doesn’t say anything. 

Not long and Tsumu’s crying too, wiping his nose on his sleeve as Osamu blinks up into the sun, acting like he doesn’t care at all - the liar.

It’s hard, saying goodbye to the third years.

It will be different with them there, Aran’s daily blessings and Ōmimi’s book recommendations, Akagi’s silly jokes, and Kita’s calmness. 

It will be different, but it won’t be bad. Not with all your friends around you.

“I entrust this Club to you,” Kita reminds Tsumu again as he leaves. “Every member and our shared goal. And don’t forget our dear manager.”

-

“What are you doing over the break?” Ginjima asks later as you wait for the bus.

Your hands fold around the seam of your skirt and you pinch it as if you remind yourself that this is real.

“I’m staying with Kita,” you tell him proudly, “He asked me to come.”

“Oh,” he makes and falls quiet.

“And you?”

“Training, I guess.” He pulls his shoulders up. “Text me when you get back, okay?”

“Okay.”

- - - xxx - - -

Another graduation comes much too soon. 

Riseki’s crying this time, the captain’s title heavy on his shoulders.

“Ah, like you’d forget us,” Tsumu says but his voice is heavy with emotion.

Samu’s looking up and squinting into the sun, one of his eyes impressively bruised to match Tsumu. They’ve gotten into a fight this week and even though they refused to talk about it, everyone knows what it’s about.

-

“You coming in tomorrow?” Ginjima asks as he walks you home, the last bus long gone.

“For your graduation? Like I’d miss that.”

He smiles, fiddling something between his hands.

“You know, about that tradition… the second button… Did you get one so far?”

You laugh. “A second button? No way I’d get one.”

“But would you want one?”

You blink up at him. “Why would I want one?”

“Ah,” he smiles, “Just asking. Don’t all girls want one?”

“I dunno. Depends on the boy, I guess. Would you want one? From a girl, I mean?”

He blushes furiously and you snicker, digging your elbow into his side.

“Come on, tell me. Who is it you like?”

His smile turns pained and you step away. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to push you. It’s your decision to tell me.”

“Thank you. Though, I guess…” He holds out his hand. In it lies a button. “I think I should give it to you. For safekeeping, you know.”

“You don’t think she’ll accept it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he tells you, voice strained, “I’m not allowed to date her anyway.”

“Oh, that sucks.” You pick the button from his hands and hold it up to the light. “But if you entrust me with it I will keep it safe until it changes. Would that be okay?”

He nods, redfaced, clearly unable to speak. 

You tap his elbow with yours and walk on, slowly. 

“Did I tell you about my summer plans?” You ask. “Kita got me a job at an accounting firm in Osaka. It’s nothing much but he thinks I might like it. What are your plans?”

-

Your hand is on Riseki’s shoulder and you’re crying along. 

It’s different when you’re the one who’s leaving. Fresh-faced first-years look back at you. The second years mourn the games they could have played - lost to Karasuno yet again. 

A new manager will help them go on and though you doubt the friendship will stay beyond these gym doors, you’ve burned her kindness into your heart.

“And don’t forget,” Riseki reminds them one last time, “Kita-san’s rule! Do not date the manager!”

You stop and turn, the tears forgotten for a moment.

“What?” You ask, not unlike a few of the boys who’ve been eyeing sweet Oyama for the better part of last year.

Riseki stumbles, clearly confused by the question.

“Yeah, he told us when you came in. It was very important to him so it must be important for the team. Keep that in mind, will you!”

They agree, some more, some less eager. 

You resolve to ask Kita about it the next chance you get. After all he promised to come in tomorrow for your graduation.

- - - xxx - - -

“Ginjima!” You hug him, tears streaming from your eyes. “You came? What a surprise!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He says, proud that it succeeded. “The rest of the gang is also here!”

“Heeeyy!” Suna waves lazily. There’s also Tsumu and Samu, fighting over a Bento Box like in the good old days, and Aran who’s blessing you with one of his well-missed head pats. 

Akagi drags Ōmimi and Kosaku over and for a moment, too short but still so precious, it feels like nothing changed.

“These are my parents!” You introduce them, grinning from one ear to the other. “Do you mind if I go out to eat with the boys?”

The boys. Ginjima’s heart sinks and lifts at the same time. He’s nothing but one of the boys.

Not like Kita who addresses your parents by first name.

But, he thinks when you fall into step with him, whispering how you’ve still got that second button if he needs it, not all hope is lost, right?

-

“Sit next to me,” he asks when you find chairs at the Izakaya. Half the team grins knowingly but you still don’t get it.

“No, no, I insist,” He pushes your hand back when you try to pay for your food. “It’s on me.”

“Let me walk you home, please.” He asks when they gather outside. 

Tomorrow he’s going to be back in Osaka where his job waits for him. 

Tomorrow you’ll be nothing but a too vivid memory of something that never got to be real.

Tonight you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Sure,” you say, waving at the others, promises of meeting up soon hanging in the air. It’s been a year. It never gets easier.

But still, he leaves without a kiss, without a confession, without anything that means anything.

Because he can see it in your eyes, wide and warm and lovely, that you don’t get it. Maybe you never will.

But that’s okay. Or at least it will be okay someday.

- - - xxx - - -

“So you’re staying?” Samu asks as he plates the food. “For real?”

“For real!” You agree, breaking apart the chopsticks. “What should I try first?” 

“Whatever you want. Everything’s good.”

“Wow, what about being humble?” You ask, digging in.

He laughs. “When have I ever been humble?”

“A lot,” you point out, mouth full. “Gosh this is good. Tsumu was always more arrogant.”

“True,” he jokes. “Have you seen him lately?”

You shake your head. 

“Suna? Aran? No wait, Kita.”

You snort. “I see Kita at least once a month. That’s not news.”

“Ah yes, Kita, the love of your life.” Samu swoons, clutching his chest. You furrow your brows.

“What do you mean?”

“What?” Samu grins. “You’ve been a thing since when, his graduation?”

You choke on a bit of Onigiri. “What?! No! EW!”

“What?” Samu laughs disbelievingly. “I mean Ginjima told me you went to his place for the break. That’s kinda like making it official.”

“NO!” You belt out, horrified. “That’s what you all thought? But I was… But he is… We’ve always been more like brother and sister.”

Samu shrugs. “I mean he never seemed to mind that Ginjima was head over heels for you, so I didn’t bother-”

Your jaw slackens. “What?” You ask, voice breaking. “Ginjima was what?”

Samu halts, bottle of soy sauce in his hands.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“How would I know?”

“How would you not?! He’s got a crush on you since the day you started! Kita made it very clear though that no one was allowed to ask you out and Suna thought it was because he called dibs on you… Are you okay?”

You shake your head.

If he’d pulled the floor from under your feet you couldn’t have been more at a loss.

“Oh my god. I still have his second button.”

“Who’s?” Samu asks, taking a piece of Nigiri Sushi from your plate and popping it into his mouth. 

“Ginjima’s.”

“Damn. That guy was bold. I mean I was never fully sure you were dating Kita after all, but at least Ginjima was convinced that you liked him more than him.”

“As a brother, maybe.” You huff, heart beating. Everything looks different now, looking back, with that information in mind.

“You need Sake?” Samu asks, voice comforting. “Or Soju?”

-

Sleep isn’t coming to you these days.

Kita’s explanations made sense - you had been afraid of everyone breathing back then, scared shitless every time someone other than him or Aran tried to speak to you - and you couldn’t hold it against him that he tried to protect you.

You’d have to talk to their current Captain though, to make sure that ridiculous rule wasn’t still in use.

You’d have to talk to Ginjima too at one point. But you don’t know what to say yet.

If you think of him now, all the moments you’ve been through together, the little things stand out so much more.

How he’d always been so eager to help, always wanting to talk.

How often he blushed around you. 

How he defended you, told the other second years - no doubt that whole plan had been his idea. 

You can’t think about all those quiet walks home, side by side yet barely touching, how he asked about your day and told you of his, without curling into a ball, warmth filling you to the point of overflowing.

If Kita’s the warmth of a fireplace in winter, a spot to stay safe and comforted, Ginjima is the warmth of the spring sun, guiding you outside. He’s the bright blue sky on summer days that makes you want to stay awake forever.

And every night, without fail, you pull his second button from its safe place and rest it where it had been on his blazer, on the place closest to your heart.

-

Ginjima works as a Gym Instructor now, not far from where you work.

Twice you’ve walked by and chickened out. You’re not sure you’ll be more successful today.

This time, though, you spot him through the tall windows. 

He looks just like the last time you were a team, a towel slung around his shoulders.

It’s that sight that gives you the push you need and you step into the Gym, heart beating in your throat.

He turns and spots you, surprise widening his face. It reminds you of the first time you’ve met and your heart beats even faster.

“Hey!” He rushes over, almost tripping over a weight. “What brings you here.”

“I have something for you.” You stretch out your hand.

Ginjima stops and stares.

“I…” He starts, face split between confusion and pain he’s trying to hide. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s mine,” you explain nervously. “Samu told me… That you had a crush on me.”

“What?” He blushes furiously. “He told you what?”

“And that everyone thought I was dating Kita. We’re just... We’re just friends. Like brother and sister, actually. I didn’t know… I didn’t know you liked me,” your voice is getting lower but his eyes are wide.

“How could I not like you? You’re literally perfect!” He shouts and from somewhere behind him you can hear a voice shushing him.

You snort and he laughs, flustered, hand moving to take yours - and the button.

“And the No Date Rule?” Ginjima asks as if he’d only just remembered it.

“Officially no longer valid.”

- - - xxx - - -

“Lovebirds are in!” Tsumu declares loudly from the bar as the door opens. Ginjima shoots his cap at him, whistling in victory when he hits him square in the head.

“Don’t fight,” you chide behind him, your hand in his. “Are we late?”

“Nah,” Riseki waves from the other side, “Like you’d ever be. Ginjima should be glad to have you.”

“I am!” He declares. “Who’s questioning it?!”

“No one,” Kosaku drawls, hugging you as he moves toward the bathroom. But have some mercy on the single guys.”

“Hey, I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to!” Tsumu points out, followed by laughter.

On nights like this, when they all get together to watch one of them on TV - today it’s Aran - things hardly ever calm down.

But he wouldn’t change this for the world, not even when he has to work a shift tomorrow.

It reminds him of being young and a fool like he’s got nothing to lose and yet so much to fight for.

And when you curl into his side on the Couch, cheer him on when he manages to eat his bowl of soup faster than Tsumu, or defend him against Suna’s jabs he knows that nothing much has changed.

He’s still a fool in love.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[aces-and-angels]

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thank you for sending me this message:

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i appreciate you taking the time to reach out to me! may this post help out you and your loved ones so you that can all get to safety 🖤

everyone, for those who haven't gotten a chance to meet him yet- this is hamza! i will allow him to introduce himself with his own words:

"Hello, my name is Hamza Al-Absi, a 32-year-old from Gaza. I am a husband and a father of three children. Well, there were three, but I lost my eldest son, Osama, two years ago to leukemia (blood cancer). He deserved treatment for a year and a half, took his chemotherapy, fought the disease, and had a recovery period, but the disease returned, he had a strong relapse, and passed away. I couldn’t treat him again due to the blockade imposed on the Gaza Strip, which even affected patients with urgent, serious conditions. They refused to treat him, and he died in the hands of his mother and beside his younger brother, Saif. My son could have been treated, but when his turn came to get the treatment, it was too late. I cannot express the pain of losing an eldest son, and my wife still cries for him every day. It’s a continuous pain that never leaves us."

hamza has put a lot of care/effort to share his message with us- please show him your support by reblogging his full story here. i strongly encourage my moots/lurkers alike to check his gfm page as he has written an update for us on june 25th -> his family's situation has gotten more dire after being displaced for the 6th time. please allow him to tell you his story himself by visiting his donation page

for those able- please consider donating. hamza's family is still very low in funds (€1,683/€21,000; ~8%) and he has already had to use some of those donations to cover the cost of living- which has gotten to be very expensive/unaffordable

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[honeytonedhottie]

CONFIDENCE⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🛍️

i've reached a point where my confidence genuinely cannot be shaken by anything, like all the shadow work and everything is rly paying off and having confidence makes everything in life so much better so i wanna talk about it 🍭

GAINING CONFIDENCE = GAINING SELF LOVE ;

to begin with, confidence is not gained over night and its something thats built and honed with time. so be patient with yourself! confidence always stems from self love.

self love is the most important thing ever. no matter what u have to know that ur gonna love yourself thru THICK and THIN. ur the only one with u 24/7.

make ur mind a palace, treat ur body like a temple, give urself the tender love and care that u DESERVE 🧁💕

GET COMFY IN UR OWN SKIN ; 

i feel like the most confident people are dancers. i feel this way cuz of the way my own confidence SKYROCKETED after i started dancing. i feel like dancing gives u a sense of control over ur own body and its just amazing.

whenever i feel like i need a little boost of confidence or i wanna feel sexy and good in my own skin i DANCE. and i promise that it helps so so much. i dance around in my room all the time and it’s like therapy. 

embarrassment does NOT exist, stop making urself feel awkward or embarrassed for making mistakes sometimes, learn to laugh and not take everything so seriously.

MENTAL DIET ; 

honestly in my experience, manifesting has played a huge role in my self confidence and my self concept. honestly, self concept work goes hand in hand with self confidence work.

keeping a strict mental diet has made my self concept untouchable so definitely get into that. so SAY UR AFFIRMATIONS, dont EVER bully yourself etc.

SAY NO ; 

something about a confident person, they can ADVOCATE for themselves and they know how to say no/im not comfortable with _. practice saying no more and being in control of ur time.

some words that u can add to ur vocabulary to be more confident and advocate for urself properly is "absolutely not" or simply NO. theres so much power in the word NO so make sure to use it more.

THE MUSIC ; 

the music that u listen to on a regular day to day basis rly have an impact on ur mind for either better or for worse depending on what ur listening to. 

steer clear of music that talks about things like self loathing or self hate and instead go for songs that uplift you. a lot of the time when ppl bring up the relationship between the songs u listen to and ur mindset a misconception that ppl have is that like, u can’t listen to emotional or sad songs and that’s NOT TRUE. u can listen to sad songs and still be a confident, bad bitch.

HONEYS HOT TIPS ;

probably TMI but something that rly helps confidence is when u match ur bras to ur panties (IDEK WHAT IT IS) like the confidence boost is insane. when u look good -> you feel good.

again, embarrassment does NOT exist

no one is above you and no one is beneath you

surround urself with other confident individuals so that they can uplift u and u all can LEARN from each other, cuz the people u surround urself with matters.

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• Despite his sometimes-irresponsible nature, Mammon would likely be a very loving and affectionate father. He would shower his child with attention and cuddles, spending as much time as possible with them.

• He might even buy them lots of toys and treats, since he knows how much kids love to receive gifts. Mammon would also be a very supportive and encouraging parent, always believing in his child's potential and celebrating each of their successes.

• He might even make excuses for them when they make mistakes and help them learn valuable lessons. Overall, Mammon would be a very devoted and dedicated father, loving his child with all his heart.

• In addition to his love and affection for his child, Mammon would likely be a very strict and protective father. He'd likely be very particular about their safety and well-being, watching and caring for them closely to ensure they are always safe and healthy.

• Mammon would also be quite protective of his child's emotions, making sure they are treated with kindness and respect by others. He might be a bit overbearing at times, but it comes from a place of love and concern for his child's wellbeing.

• Mammon wouldn't allow anything to harm or upset his child, making sure that they grow up happy and healthy.

• Mammon would want to give his child everything they could wish for, using his (lucifer's) wealth to provide them with luxuries and opportunities.

• He would also be patient and understanding when his child makes mistakes or doesn't seem to understand something right away. He would encourage them to learn and grow and would help them make the best out of any situation.

• Mammon would want his child to have the best possible life and would do everything in his power to help them achieve their dreams. He would be a loving and supportive parent, always looking out for and protecting the well-being of his child.

[witchcraftandbergamottea]

🍪🍩🍭🍫🍬🍪🍬🍬🍩🍫🍭🍪

I would like to dedicate this post to Loki, the Almighty God of Mischief and Chaos, who has been a part of my life since I was very young and whom I recently rediscovered on my path in paganism.

I understand that each person’s relationship with the gods and deities is unique. However, I want to take a moment to express my deep appreciation for the wisdom, care, and protection Loki has shown me. He has also been incredibly patient with me—Gods know how slow I can be, especially when it comes to interpreting signs and navigating my own uncertainties.

Despite all the hardships I’ve faced, I’ve managed to remain playful, even when life has been harsh and unkind. Loki has been there for me through it all.

Hail Loki! May your name shine as bright as the flames of the beaming sun. You are life itself ✨ The chaos you embody is not only uncertainty but also the very essence of creation.

Thank you so much, Loki. I hope you know that the love and appreciation I have in my heart for you are genuine. You’ve taught me so much through your chaotic dances, daily confusions, random coincidences, and unexpected events. You continue to be a guiding presence in my life.

[accio-victuuri]

LOEWE PFW sweets and treats. 🍬🍭

what an event that was! yibo out here being the international star that he is! and he looked so happy and relaxed! i especially loved how he was interacting with people and he naturally got that aura in him that attracts people. the good energy was honestly coming across the screen!

i think the loudest cpn right now is his clothes. the color choice. we definitely wanna see him in color and so he does with 🌈, and during pride month! whether this is a styling choice or a statement, the cpfs in us will of course choose the latter. if this was a choice by the creative director, who appears to be a fan of wyb, and mix that with the brand who is lgbt friendly, then it sort of makes sense.

also people are excited about them being in europe for 622 and GG’s supposed 620 flight back home seemingly getting delayed. your guess is as good as anyone’s. we will not know ( at least for now ) if they meet up. let them be. i’m hoping someday they can have a proper rest and vacation! they totally deserve it! i understand the excitement but don’t get too fixated. we will some bits of it in the future if it happened, be patient.

i like this parallel! the umbrella! ☂️

his short interview where he said he loves the rain very much. aside from all the other “rain” symbolism between the two, does it give him good memories?

And there’s the scene where they’re playing on the eaves. The scene where alcohol is prohibited. It took about two days to shoot. It was raining all the time in Guizhou.

the yibo-official post which is clearly for the loewe even and for business purposes with the kadian of 55 and talking about romance. interesting caption. 👀

we have some lore around the 55 kadian and how it represents them. so that was 👀. i was personally expecting them to post an hour or 30 mins before the show like they usually do at other events, but for some reason this was cutting it close. so it makes me think it may have been chosen with purpose. plus it’s their 1823rd post!

AND THIS! TWIN FLAMES!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Finally, the show of support from CPFs is amazing! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 thank you! seeing those balloons!!!! i know there is some hate from so/os ( as usual lol ) but it’s a free country! it’s a public space! and any support is appreciated. especially since he is in a foreign country. they can all stay angry! 🤣🤣🤣

-END.

P.S: this instagram post from loewe, mentioning yibo specifically needs more comments! GO GO GO!

[lilisgardensblog]

hiii! I love your tot works and I hope it's alright to ask this request for the NXX boys

I recently got 2nd degree burns to my foot, kinda impeding my movements and it made me very ill too. Took 2 weeks to heal and is still healing physically and me mentally.

So (if its not too much...) how would each of the boys react to seeing their s/o with that bad of an injury (after they got it) and how would they help them on the road to recovery?

Again I apologize if this is too much (if it is, you can drop it down to just vyn and artem)

🍮🍭

hii! I hope you're alright and have a quick recovery, anon! I will sadly drop it down to just Vyn and Artem, hope it's alright with you and once again, get well soon🫶🏼

p.s: the actions in this fictional work of literature are before the 2nd anniv (spoilers: the proposal)

p.p.s: if the interactions don't seem accurate, i haven't played the game in months, but nonetheless i present to you:

NXX reacting to your injury

Artem

Artem came rushing into the hospital as soon as he got the call.

As you were on working hours, he was the first to be called since he was your boss. You went to meet with a witness for a case when all of a sudden the building caught on fire and as the helpful person you are, you went the last one out, making sure everyone is out and safe.

But now you're laying on a hospital bed, unable to move your foot. The doctors told you how lucky you are that just your foot burnt,but while you were glad that "just your foot burnt", you still felt damn unlucky to be in this hospital bed.

"I'm here! I'm here! Where are they?" you heard Artem's voice in the hallway just as a nurse went to help him.

Artem. Your boss and the only man who could make this awful day slightly better. The brunette man who always makes you feel better honestly. Artem, who's now coming your way, worry painted all over his face. "y/n! are you okay?" he asks as he reaches your bed. He lays his fidgety hands by your side, waiting for you to confirm you're still alive and here with him. "I'm alright...I think" you give him a weak smile, to reassure him, that he quickly returns. He let out a relieved breath, visibly glad to hear your voice. "How's the witness?" you ask, worried about the case. He gave you a half amused laugh in response "They're alright, but it's you I'm worried about. No, don't worry, we won't lose this case because of this unfortunate incident. We will, however, try and see if this can be used as evidence." Artem managed to answer all your questions without even asking them in the first place.

You smile affectionately at him "I'm glad that you're here". Artem is the only person you'd want by your side right now . Artem, who's now slowly turning red because of your sweet words. With a shy smile, he nods"Me too" making both of you blush.

You're interrupted when the doctor walks into the room to announce that you'll be released in a few weeks and explained to you all your treatment. Artem patiently sat beside you, listening and memorizing everything that needs to be done and only speaking when the doctor asked 'who could help you?' ,your boss offering you all his free time in the next month. When the doctor left you tried to protest "You can't spend all your time by my side! What about the case?They need you back at the firm and-" Artem interrupts your observations with simple factual answers "Yes, I can and will. We'll work together on the case as I'll be with you for as long as you need me and if the firm needs me, Celeste can either take my place or I can have a quick video conference. Either way, I'm staying by your side until the doctor confirms you do not need my assistance anymore. " he finishes with a solemn look on his face that tells you that he means everything and every word. Your heart melts at the kind words this man has told. You soften and shyly agree that he can stay with you. The sweet moment reaches the end when the nurse comes in to treat your wound. Artem is sent away, but not before promising you that he'll come back first thing in the morning.

Vyn

Vyn is not the type to get easily startled or scared, but as he got a call that you were rushed to the hospital, he put everything on pause to rush to the Emergency Room.

Reaching the ER he tried to regain his composure as he asked a nurse "where are they? where is y/n?" the nurse saluted him before showing Vyn your room.

You give Vyn a weak smile, the meds doing their thing to ease your pain as the adrenaline starts to ditch you, going back to normal parameters. Vyn pants in the doorframe, a clear sign he's been running all the way here. "Did you start some cardio, dr Richter?" you tease him. "I'm glad to see you still have your humor. Are you alright?" his worried gaze surprising you. You try to nod, but you aren't sure if you succeeded or not as you're feeling very numb. "Yes, I think I'm alright" you reassure him, wanting nothing more than to kiss the worry away from him. He is relieved to see you still speaking and moving your hand, as you sign him to come closer. He reaches your side in two steps and now squeezes your hand. "How did this happen?" Vyn asks, addressing the elephant in the room. "I got out last when my apartment building caught on fire. How did you find out?" you weren't surprised that he found out so soon as more than half the staff here knows that you're friends with the renowned psychiatrist, but they barely got you out of the ambulance when Vyn arrived at the ER. "A friend of mine told me that someone I 'might' know is being brought in as we speak and the only person they know that is important to me is you." you blush at his words, at the fact that you're important to him. "Leaving this aside, what did the doctor tell you?" you tell Vyn everything and after that you somehow start a little gossip about your doctor. Apparently he and Vyn know each other and as always Vyn is more than happy to tell you about him, even if you have to insist just a little.

But your very productive conversation is brought to an end as Vyn is summoned for a patient. "I cannot right now as you can see I'm very busy." but the nurse insisted it's necessary that he comes now, before the patient hurts anyone. He gives you an apologetic look as you say "You can go" with an understanding smile. He returns the smile and adds "You may stay at my place until you find something else given that your building burned down. Now please rest as I will send a nurse to check on you and I will personally discuss your treatment with the doctor. And one more thing, if you don't mind I'd like to help you not just as a friend, but as a doctor myself. We'll continue this conversation when you wake you, now you need to rest as you've been through a very stressful situation" Vyn ends the speech with a kiss on your forehead before rushing to the patient in need of his attention.

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not read proof, this was nice for my writer block

[jihyucksbizzz]

Toy🍭🍭

Genre: Smut, 18+

Nct Dream members x Reader

Part: 1

It's not a known fact, but SM gave their groups fucktoys.

You were in NCT Dreams kitchen, bend over the low counter and getting fucked from behind by Jeno. His muscles and veins buldged in an effort to keep himself in control.

"Fucking slut." Renjun hissed. His arms were crossed over his chest as he watched Jeno pound into you.

"Hurry, I need her." next to Renjun, Haechan was fisting his large cock. His eyes hungry and impatient. They were all there. Gathered around you, waiting their turn to calm their wild hormones.

"No cumming baby. Yeah squeeze my dick. Just like that. " Jeno growled. He pulled out and came onto your ass. "Shit." Jaemin cursed under his breath as he watched the lewd scene in front of him.

Haechan didn't wait, he all but pushed Jeno out of the way. He pounded in with a powerful thrust. "Fuck yes! Such a good girl." He gestured to the others. "She has more holes you know?"

You whimpered as Haechan pulled your head up by your hair. Mark stared down at you with a smirk.

"Open up baby." He always spoke English when he fucked. He took your mouth slowly, hissing and groaning when you sucked hard.

"look at her." Renjun said with a mixture of disgust and lust. He often called you a whore or a slut. But he never missed out on the opertunity to use you. It turned you on when he said those things.

Jaemin just watched. Silent and still. His eyes dark as they passed over your trembling legs and breasts. He was patient, but once he had you he was brutal and made you cum at least three times. You couldn't wait for his turn.

Jisung was red. His ears, his cheeks, and he stood behind the others, his dick strained against his pants.

Chenle was filming. He locked his lips as he focused on the screen. Making sure to capture every moment.

"Shit. Been waiting for this all week baby." Haechan purs as he leans his head back and thrusts.

In front of you Mark came on your face. Cursing in English, he painted your face in his cum. The sight drew Haechan over the edge and he came deep inside you. Chenle zoomed in with his camera on your dripping pussy. Then Renjun stepped forward and slapped your ass, hard. It stung and you cried out.

"Come here slut." he hauled you up by the arm and dragged you to the couch where he sat down and took out his cock.

"Ride." he commanded. You obeyed, bouncing on his cock minutes later. Your back was to Renjun and he kept slapping your skin as you bounced."Dirty slut. Faster!" He hissed.

From the front they attacked your tits. Jisung's gaze was fixed on them as they bounced with the rhythm. They groped your tits occasionally and told you how pretty you looked like that, bouncing on Renjun's dick with Mark's cum on your face.

After Renjun was done with you,Jaemin attacked your swollen clit with his fingers and tongue. You were on the table now, holding on for dear life as Jaemin devoured you. You came again and again, squirting into his mouth, eyes rolling back.

"Stay with us doll. We've still got the whole night ahead of us. Look. They're all hard again."

After 2 more hours of bliss, Haechan and Jisung carried you to the bathtub which Jaemin had filled with warm rose scented water.

Jisung stroked your hair softly as Haechan helped clean your body with a wash rag and scrub.

Your head lay on the edge of the tub next to a crouching Jisung. His fingers continued to work through the knots of your hair, gently. Then he kissed your forehead.

"We love you Noona. You know that right?" He asked softly, but you were too tired to answer and your eye lids slowly closed.

[monratarot]

Tarot free reading rules

Hello, everyone! Moni here 🧚‍♀️First of all I want to thank you for all your support, love, requests, feedback and being a part of my family! Every like, reblog, message helps me grown so I want you to know that I really appreciate all your attention!🧚‍♀️💮🌸💕• ω•🍭💖✨

I am writing this message in order to give you a little bit of clearance for my monthly free tarot readings.

Every month I'm having 15 slots available for a free reading. Sometimes I will give some additional slots if the number of request is too big. No mater what, you will get a reading if you respect the rules. If you haven't received it this month you will received it next month, so don't worry.

So in order to give everyone a chance, I'm writing again the rules you must respect in order to get a reading(if you haven't received you answer yet, please read again the rules because you might skip one of them).

Here are again the RULES about how you can get a FREE TAROT READING:

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*Any message or request that doesn't respect the rules won't be answered. Please respect the rules and be patient because you will receive your reading as soon as possible. Keep in mind that sometimes I need more time to give you a good reading(sometimes I need to do a reading twice because the message isn't pretty clear).

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[confettiepup]

Introduction!

🐋 Hii! My name is puppie or confettie! Welcome to my colorful little world! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ My pronouns are she/her, I’m 22, autistic and an age regressor, I also have vision disability due to a rare eye disease

I’m a promoter for the shop Oopsie Daizee! They are a sfw paci shop! My promo code is “puppie” if you want 10% off

🍮 I’m a kawaii/cutecore (jojifuku) girly, I always dress up im that style and it makes me so happy and my room is my heaven I love surrounding myself with cute stuff and healing my inner child, I used to hide it but now I embrace it <3

🐠 My big age is 22 and my little age varies from 3 to 5 mostly, can be up to 11. I’m pretty sure I’m a permaregressor: leaded by my neurodiversity (mainly and my traumas (coping mechanism). I’ve never felt connection with people my age, I’m either too emotionally mature or too childish in my interests. I’m French Canadian 🇨🇦, I speak both French and English comfortably

🐬 My disability: I have the Best disease, (vitelliform macular dystrophy). Here is a site explaining what it is exactly. I’m also on the spectrum, tone indicators are welcome if you want or have to use them I totally understand <3

🐇 Pet regressors, therians and furries are welcome too! I don’t really identify as a pet regressor but I identify a lot to puppy, kitty, bunny and dragon space! I just don’t know what term to use but I’ll always tag petre and therian in my posts

🍭 I’m regressing for a lots of reasons (one of them is due to trauma). My regression is a coping mechanism diagnosed and is potentially linked to my autism. I regress both voluntary and involuntary!

☆Here’s my links for my other socials and more! ☆

✿ animals: my favourites are guinea pigs, crows, ravens, octopus, bunnies, whale sharks, parrots, american woodcock (timberdoodle) bird, dogs, bumblebees, capybaras!

✿ Japanese fashion: fairy kei, kawaii/cutecore, decora, jojifuku, gyaru, harajuku

✿ Drawing (traditionally and digitally)

✿ Crafting; like sewing, painting, diy’s, making bracelets, wanna learn crocheting and more!

✿ Toys! I collect lots of them!

✿ Cartoons/videos games

✩Cartoons!: My little pony (g4), Bluey, Peppa pig, the Octonauts, Young justice, paw patrol

✩ Video games: I looove animal crossing, Spyro, five nights at freddy’s, I also really like watching Markiplier’s horror games videos

✩Animals: Guinea pigs, ravens and parrots makes me so happy, dalmatians, dragons and raptors, I also love sea life! Octopus and whale sharks are my fav! Bumblebees looks so cute I try to not stim when I see them lol

✩ Toys: I collect my little pony toys (g3, g3.5 and g4), littlest petshops, plushies (I have an unhealthily amount of them-), calico critters

✩ Characters: Fluttershy - Pinkie pie - Discord (mlp), Nightwing - Klarion the witch boy (DC young justice/Earth 16), Spyro - Cinder - Ignitus (tlos and the spyro og trilogy) , Bingo (Bluey), Everest - Jake - Rex - Captain Turbot (paw patrol)

ᯓ 「 ✦ DNI ✦ 」

General DNI: N$fw, l0li/sh0tacon, p3do/m@p, k!nk, pr0-@n@/$h, racist, drama, etc

My dog Cloe protects this blog υ´• ﻌ •`υ!!

˗ˏˋ my dms and asks are open if you want! ˎˊ˗

ᯓ★ just consider that I’m very shy and can get nervous when interacting. English is not my first language and I’m autistic so please be patient with me <3

ᯓ★I might open drawing commissions soon!

˗ˏˋ Tags ˎˊ˗

ᯓ★ To be determined! (Work in progress)

{#marine 🪼 #confettiepup #wishfish🐠#plushies }

See ya! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

[castor-the-loser-ghost]

👻 ¡ ʰᗩˡˡᵒʷ𝔢є𝐍 έν𝔢𝐧t! 🎃

☠ᎢᎡᏆᏟᏦ OᎡ ᎢᎡᎬᎪᎢ 🧟‍♀️

🏛intro post🎃

《rules # ☆》

💀nothing much!!! but please be patient cuz I wont always be online and happy halloween guys!!

# radio star 📻 ~ ¡I'll assign you a song based off your aesthetic!

# chewed bubblegum 🍭 ~ `I'll give you a candy based off your personality`

# pumpkin spice 🎃 ~ |I'll assign you a character from one of my fandoms<3|

# smile for the picture 📷 ~ •I'll make you a mood board of your choice!•

# lovely eyes 💋 ~ *I'll assign you a colour!!!*

for moots only #

# ancient ruins 🏛 ~ ×I'll assign you a greek myth×

# once upon a time 🧚‍♀️ ~ ^I'll assign you a mythical creature^

# dress up 💫 ~ [ I'll give you a Halloween costume!! ]

# movie star 🎬 ~ 'I'll assign you a horror movie<3'

deadline: november 6th

Listing all my moots :3

@palladiumfragments

@emdabitchass

@biggestqiblifan

@witchwritingfanfics

@daonedaonlyskh

@fluffycows4life

@permetutotheworld

@sleeplessfluid

@the-thing-in-the-dark

@your-gay-emo-cousin

@erklen11

@pillowfluf

@wishing-on-a-snowflake

@justagray

@definitionoffuckup

@k-is-for-potassium

@sun13koi

@monarch-of-weird-girlboy-nation

@unhinged-as-hell

[rqplushie]

‪‪ᰔᩚ‬ ໒(˶> 𐔌 <˶)১

about me ;

- call me puppy !!

- 14 , he / him , map

- irl shota, trans japanese, feminine boy, age regressor, puppyboy, aand permatoddler

- radqueer, proshipper, unsure contact-wise

- trans; age, race, gender

- i have; bpd, ocd, autism, depression, anxiety, osdd, and ptsd (all cis)

- personal radqueer and para blog but i also rb pretty things i likeee :D

- boyfriend; @rqstuffie !!

- coining archive; https://rqplushie.carrd.co/

other info ;

- i do requests for stimboards, moodboards, and term coining!!

- i have no dni, i don't care who follows or interacts with me. just please be nice!

- i love talking to people but it is scary, please be patient with me :)

- i like making new friends! dm me please (or just interact withmy posts!!)

- i get biiggg brainfog andstuff so sorry if irepeat things orr talk weird

myy emoji stuuff ;

general: | 🍓🌈 | 🌷 | 🍀 |

para: | 🧸 | 🍸 | 🐾 | 🧋 | 💤 | 🛍️ | 🌹 | 🍭 | 🩸 | 🔪 | 🍼 | 🧵 | 🍎 | 🪢 | 🚸 |

transid: | 🌐 | ⏰ | 🧠 | 🦿 | ☂️🤝 |

sys info: | 🌇 | 🔵 | 🔦 | 🌵 | 🐭 | 🐻 | 🎻 | ⚡ |

syscourse: | 🖐 | 💛 | 📗 | 💭 | 🟢 | 🌘 | 🟥 | 🌲 | 🌦 | 🥧 | 🐍 | 🐜 | 🐬 |

[mochaaaaaaaa]

♡🎀Intro Post!🎀♡

Hello♡ I am mochaaaaaaaa! I enjoy drawing, reading, writing, etc!! I use he/him pronouns!!!

🍬THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME FIRST‼️‼️🍬

🎀 • I may not always respond to your dm's immediately!!

🍰 • Art requests take VERY long, so be patient please!!

🍨 • I am a very jealous person 😞💔

🍼 • My memory is very very bad. I forget things all of the time, so I'm very sorry if I forget certain events, requests, repost or mention something I already mentioned before, things I ended up doing, etc. Please don't hesitate to remind me or correct me ❤️

I would like to warn that this blog contains very bright colors in them. Please think twice before viewing my art if you're uncomfortable or sensitive towards things that contain very bright colors in them. <3

More information about me will be below the undercut. Feel free to read! <3 🍨🍧

🎀Fandoms i'm in:🎀

☆🍼 • - Fandoms I'm mainly in

🎀 • Pink = I'm in, adore, will talk about often and/or always thinking about it often.

🥞 • Orange = I'm in. I love and adore the Fandom, but I don't really mention nor draw them as much.

🍒 • Red = Thin ice on leaving.

🍙 • Black = Left. Lost complete interest in.

🎀{☆°•♡🍰♡🧁♡🍨♡🍓♡🍼♡🍡♡🍧♡🎀♡🍄♡🍭•°☆}🎀

☆🍼 • , My Singing Monsters (Dawn of Fire included) , Cult of the Lamb, My little Pony (g4-g5 only), Madness Combat, and Bugbo

🎀 • Spooky Month, Cookie Run Kingdom (Cookie Run imcluded), Plants Vs. Zombies, The Amazing Digital Circus, centaurworld, Cuphead, and Rayman

🥞 • Dave and Bambi (Golden Apple included)

🍒 • Odd Taxi, Guilty Gear (XX and Strive), and Pretty Blood

🍙 • Happy Tree Friends, Danganronpa, Baldi's Basics and Education and Learning, Welcome Home, Rainbow Friends, and Kaiju Paradise.

🎀Art Examples:🎀

🍡(These will be updated & changed through time <3)🍡

🎀Editing examples🎀

🍧(This will be updated & changed through time <3)🍧

🎀Other links/game info about me!🎀

🍒• Tiktok:

🍥• Youtube (quitted), but I'm planning on making a brand new channel with a brand new link to it!! 💖

🍨• Pinterest: (I don't post anything there. I will soon most likely)

🍡• Cookie Run Kingdom: ButterCreamBloom (HollyBerry server)

🍰•Discord: 👇

mochaaaaaaaa._10937

(Dm me if you want my server link)

🍧• My Singing Monsters friend code: 👇

1044323573GD

🎀Dni list / Di list:🎀

🎀Please interact:🎀

My Singing Monsters fans, , Centaurworld fans, Madness Combat fans, Rayman fans, Spooky Month fans (basically those who are interested in my interests too), people who are looking for new friends, etc.

🍼 • In addition, I'm glad to say that my blog is safe and welcoming towards everyone part of the lgbtq+ community, straight people, those with disabilities, etc. <333

🧊Thin ice:🧊

People who give unwanted tips and/or constructive criticism. I appreciate the tips but I think it's just best to to that when I say it's fine to. (If you do this, this won't make me mad at you! I'll just be a bit upset, but I'll NEVER yell or scold you because of this.) NSFW accounts (I don't care if you guys interact with my blog, just don't say overly weird things with me, or send me weird NSFW drawings, or else it's an immediate block. No explanation.) Those who say sexual jokes. (Please don't go too far. And please don't say it to my followers or friends that you don't know. You don't know if they're comfortable with this or not. If you, however, do so, then I'll just remind or tell you what you're doing. If you don't care and keep going, then it's an immediate block. No explanation.) And lastly, people who know me from school. There are some irl friends that I'm completely comfortable with seeing my art, but if I ever find out that you're someone I dislike from school sharing my drawings or socials with other friends irl, then i'll just assume that you're all making fun of me and I'm blocking all of you. Idfc.

🍰 • Peforming or saying these things will result in a simple warning or reminder. If you keep going, however, and/or don't care about my reminders or warnings, than it'll result in a block.

🥩Don't interact:🥩

Homophobics/Transphobics, Rasict, Ableism, People who don't respect religion, proshippers, pedophiles, etc.

🥩 • If you perform or are part of these things, then please stay a whole dimension away from me, and get a life while you're at it.

ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ 𓊆 𓊇 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ𓊆 𓊇 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ𓊆 𓊇 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ𓊆 𓊇 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི

Thank you for reading! <3🍼🍧🍡🍨🎀🍒🍥🌸

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🤔🕸️🍭 please

Honey and Syrup - Sweet Bob Taylor Headcanons

Warnings: Too much sweetness to handle (I hope!) 🥰

Notes: This boy needs more love and the movie should've shown him more it's criminal- anyway these ended up being a bit romantic-coded and readery at times so I hope that's okay, thanks so much for the request ���💗💗

despite growing up tasting poison on his tongue all his life, kissing him tastes like honey and syrup, something he doesn't understand

his touches are gentle, careful, afraid to hurt the way he was even though he could never hurt a fly

he loves rubbing his thumb over wherever his hand is resting on you, or combing his fingers lightly through your hair, the movements keeping them and his brain busy from things that might upset him and focusing on what matters to him

if you're close enough he can never help but let his lips brush over whichever part of you is closest, not to kiss but to just feel you there and get a taste of the calmness you radiate

he always asks permission before doing anything even if it's just sharing space on the couch, although if it's something he does enough times it starts to come more naturally

he commits everything he likes to memory, and although sometimes it gets a little lost when his anxiety starts to flare up he'll just shut his eyes and find his way back again until he calms down

this includes info about you, like how you like your tea and what your favourite movie is, which he bought the last time he was out so you could watch together when you visit

he enjoys the moments when his compulsion fades away, when the need to just hold a pencil in his hand or trace shapes on his leg is enough to stop him from adding more to the walls

he finds comfort in routine, something familiar he can do without thinking, and having someone there with him to help never fails to bring a smile to his face

he's afraid of cuddling at first, not wanting to be clingy and scare you away, but after a while he opens up more, wraps his arms around you and holds you tight until he feels safe

he feels safest in your arms though, his hand always finding your own and lacing your fingers together to let him know you're still there

he's used to flavourless things, buying whatever protein-filled thing is cheapest to stockpile because it's easy and cooking can become too much for him, so getting to steal your snacks becomes a guilty pleasure (you don't mind but he's always convinced he shouldn't be eating this much sugar before dinner)

he doesn't enjoy being outside unless he has to be, but a trip to the lake far away from town where the water is just warm enough to swim and the air is filled with the scents of the surrounding food trucks and the salty air of the beach makes him realize that maybe it isn't so bad, but that could also be because you're there to make sure he knows how it feels to live, not just exist

when he's at his most content he can't help but smile to himself over nothing, hands still for once as he gets a moment of reprieve from his past

shopping with him for things to fill his apartment with is almost a hassle, he can talk himself out of anything that doesn't aid the public illusion that He's Okay and Functional, but after he impulse buys a mug that makes him think of you he starts to get it, just a little bit

he's thankful every day that you don't have a problem with his mazes or his compulsion, even when he's at his worst and he draws until his fingers are darkly stained with smudged ink he can't help but thank you for not getting mad, for patiently letting him finish

he doesn't have his own taste in music, preferring to listen to whatever you recommend to him because it reminds him of you while everything else can always loop around to something unpleasant in his brain

he loves the slow songs the most, the ones that sing about love and how they all seem to perfectly describe how he feels about you, but the fast ones that get you both to hold hands and dance around the room are a lot of fun too, you're the only one who can get him to dance and enjoy himself freely

buying and sleeping in a proper bed makes him feel small for the first few nights, like he doesn't fill the space despite his size, but having you next to him and getting to smell your presence left behind on your pillow and in the blankets makes it feel more like home

he thinks that you might be the reason why his mouth stops tasting like poison and more like honey and syrup as he cups your cheek and kisses you, savouring the way your smile spreads to his own lips along with your sweetly flavoured chapstick

[cannibal-auntie]

Hi there, everyone! I've heard quite a lot about this site, and I thought why not take time to babysit! I do so love little ones, I'd be happy to have you all aboard!

♥︎Anon list: 🧸🌷, 🍼🐇, 🩸🦨,🧜✨, 🦝🐾, 🦌📻, 🪽, 📺🦈, 🪐, 🎤, 🐶, 🎀, 😇🎸, 🎈🍯, 🦀, 😋🤍, 🍪🍫💙, 🎮🔥, 🦴, 🎧, 🐸🥧, ♧(♣), ☁, 👽🐄, 🧇, 🍭, ⁉️, 🧃🐛, 🥫, 🦈🩹, 🦌🌹, ☕, 👑, ☀️, 🔥, 👻, 🪲, 🐀🧀, 🌟🦝, 💌, 💙, 🧸❤️‍🩹, 🍼🧸, 🦊, 🦌🦊, 💙🪄

♡Boundaries: please be kind in general, no disrespecting me or others! I'm quite patient, though, so I can handle a little tantrum here and there!

❢Nicknames I'm gladly alright with: mama, auntie, mommy, Anything else you'd like to call me!

ෆTags:

#auntieanswers - Regular asks

#thefridge - any art you'd like to share with me!

#rosiereblogs - just reblogging things from other lovely people!

Asks are: Open!

❣I hope you enjoy your stay at my emporium, darlings!❣

DNI IF: N$FW, KINK, GENERAL CRITERIA(homo/transphobe, racist, proship)

[planet-dusk]

─── WELCOME TO ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴅᴜꜱᴋ !

i'm vesper (she/they, 97 liner, bisexual),, :)) i write for stray kids, ateez and txt but you may see posts about other groups sporadically ‹33

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─── DISCLAIMER | 18+ MINORS DNI. most of my stories contain darker themes such as perversion, hard kinks, dubcon and noncon; reader discretion is advised. your media consumption is your own responsibility,, tagging is mine. the warnings are there for a reason ! all my works are fictional. i do not condone any of these actions and the characters do not represent real idols.

‼️ tw tags are tw: noncon, tw: dubcon, tw: perversion, tw: cnc, tw: xxx (links)

‼️ replying to asks only (no dms) and there is no taglist

‼️ fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

‼️ turn on community label: mature if you want to see all my smuts (how to turn on community labels)

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─── STATUS❗requests: open, hard thoughts: open❗

all requests not adhering to my guidelines will be deleted ! (see guidelines below)

requests are slow due to high demand (current inbox status: ~ 60 asks),, please be patient w me while i work on your request :)) see the pending requests & wip list for your request status ✍️

i only take requests for skz, ateez and txt ‹33

─── GUIDELINES no idols born after 2004. no (graphic) violence. nothing involving minors. no bestiality. no incest and stepcest*. no scat and vomit. no pregnancy (breeding kink excluded). no korean honorifics used in a sexual context. no dd/lg* and age regression (not counting the use of 'daddy' as a title). no toxic established relationships*. no infidelity*. no yandere*. no descriptive reader inserts.

[ *i may experiment with these themes in my writing but i don't accept requests and asks about these topics ! i reserve the right to choose which asks to publish or not regardless of their content. while i'm open to discussing dark topics like perversion, dubcon and noncon i will be more selective when it comes to fulfilling such requests ]

i view requests as suggestions,, n due to the large amount i receive i'm unable to write them all. if you want yours to stand out,, i'm more inclined to answer detailed asks :)) i love reading your thoughts and scenarios ‹33

─── BLOG RULES ❗

minors dni in any way: don't follow me, don't contact me, don't interact with my fics. if i catch you interacting you will be blocked. this isn't abt me policing u but about my own boundaries,, please respect them :))

homophobes, transphobes, racists and other bigots are not welcome here

my blog is a safe space for me n my readers to explore darker topics. if you're uncomfortable with anything i write please block me !

feedbacks in the form of reblogs, comments and asks are encouraged. i thrive on your responses and they inspire me to write more (please feed me ‹33)

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works on tumblr or elsewhere. i don't want my works to be translated so don't bother asking srry v.v i crosspost to wattpad (planet-dusk), ao3 (planetdusk) and my nsfw blog (planet-nox),, i have no other accounts on any platforms so if you see my work somewhere else please report ! ty ‹33

─── MASTERLISTS | SKZ // ATEEZ // TXT // MULTI

─── FICRECS @planet-dawn

─── ANON LIST send me an ask with your preferred emoji if you want to become a named anon on my blog ‹33 personalized anon tags are written as "[emoji] anon".

list of taken emojis:

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