#I know about the Temple of Time thing for sure

[moonstruckme]

Hi! So I have the issue where I’m not able to turn my brain off I guess and I’m having to constantly be aware of everything happening around me and managing everyone because if I don’t do it no one will. It’s so tiring to never have a minute to not be a very aware of every little thing. That being said, could I request a Remus or poly!marauders where reader is able to not be in constant manage mode? I know that’s really weird and if it’s too much just ignore this. Thank you for everything you do on here ❤️

Not weird! Very relatable actually haha. Thank you for requesting angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 823 words

“I like my system,” James says as you kneel in front of his suitcase, folding shirts. “My pants go on that side, then shirts in one corner and the rest in the other.” 

“I don’t think it counts as a system if you’re just piling stuff in, Jamie.” 

“How do you figure?” 

“Well, doesn’t it bother you that they’re all wrinkled?” You frown, taking out a balled-up pair of trousers. It bothers you, and they’re not even your clothes. 

“Not really, no. It’s a holiday, lovie, who am I trying to impress?” 

“Um, me?” Sirius shoots a look across the bedroom. He’s busy stuffing things into his own suitcase on the other side of the bed. 

“Oh, always,” James says gamely. “But you love me whether my shirts are wrinkled or not, don’t you?” 

Sirius makes a wishy-washy noise that sees James tossing a pair of socks at his head. He dodges and they bounce to the floor. 

“Did you remember your glasses cleaner?” you ask James, feeling about the pockets of his suitcase. 

“All under control, angel. It’s in my backpack.” 

“Perfect.” You finish neatly folding the last of his things and stand to kiss him. “Thanks.” 

“Thank you. Though you didn’t have to fold my underwear, I could have managed that myself.” 

“It was no problem.” You round the bed to where Sirius is packing, peering down at his suitcase. 

He looks up with a raised brow. “Can I help you?” 

“Are you packing your conditioner?” 

Sirius’ other brow comes up to join the first. “Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with my hair smelling lovely?” 

“No.” You smile, rolling your eyes when he pinches the back of your thigh playfully. “Just remember that it has to be under a hundred milliliters if you’re not checking your bag.” 

“I’ve got it, doll. You worry about your milliliters, and I’ll worry about mine, m’kay?” 

You hum. “And, um…” 

“What?” Sirius’ tone is dry, but it’s all fondness in the tilt of his mouth as he looks up at you. “You gonna fold my underwear, too?” 

“No, just, have you eaten? I don’t know if we’ll have time to eat at the airport.” 

“I think Remus wants you, sweetness.” 

“Hm?” 

Sirius points with his chin, and you turn to find Remus watching you from the doorway to the bedroom. He looks a particular brand of appealing in his travel clothes. The trackies James got him for Christmas probably shouldn’t go so well with his overlarge jumper, but Remus being Remus, of course it works. He beckons you toward him. 

“Oh, okay.” You glance back at Sirius one more time as you go. “Don’t forget to take your lighter out of your bag, security will take it away.” 

“Love you too!” 

“Hi,” you say to Remus, who wordlessly folds you into a hug as soon as you leave the bedroom. “Everything okay?” 

He hums. “Everything’s great, yeah. Are you excited to go?” 

You’re bemused but pleased by his hand running up and down your spine, his freshly shaven jaw pressed to your temple. “I am, yeah.” 

“Mm. Relaxed?” 

“I’m…yeah, sure.” 

Remus chuckles softly. “You seem a bit strung up, lovely. Are you all packed?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good. Me too. Anything else you need to do before we go? Have you eaten?” 

“I ate, yeah.” You glance back towards the bedroom, the movement almost involuntary. “I think I just need to make sure—” 

“You’re all ready then?” 

It’s not like Remus to cut you off, but when you turn back around his expression is all fond patience. 

“I think so,” you say. “At least, my stuff is all done.” 

“Perfect.” He kisses your head, then takes your hand, leading you away from your boyfriends. “Let’s relax for a bit while they finish up, then, yeah?”

You let Remus guide you to the couch. At first sitting, then curling up against his side, your head resting over the steady beat of his heart. His hand runs up and down your arm, and slowly the tension seeps out of you. 

“Sorry,” you say after a while. “Was I being annoying?” 

“No,” Remus reassures you. “Of course not. You’re only helping. You just don’t have to, you know?” 

You cringe at yourself. At the clarity of hindsight. “Nobody asked for my help.” 

“We’re adults,” he agrees. “We don’t need to be managed—or we shouldn’t. If Sirius packs too much conditioner, he can sort it out himself.” 

“Right. Sorry.” 

Remus tuts, kissing the top of your head. “Please don’t be sorry. We all just want you to be able to relax. Give yourself a break, yeah?” 

“Yeah, okay.” You snuggle closer to him, letting the last of the tension sap from your body. “That doesn’t sound so awful.” 

“I’m glad.” The smile is audible in Remus’ voice. He rubs your arm again, encouraging you to relax further. 

“But what if James doesn’t know—” 

“Dove. He’ll figure it out.” 

[obeymeluv]

In Your Defense [PT 1 - Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw]

You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi? AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?

Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.

Not proofread because of the length. Trying to get everyone done today. It's my last day off for a few.

Whatever part Ortho is in will be platonic, obvs.

Happy V-day!

Riddle likes to think he's made great strides not being angry but hearing some utterly disgusting joke about 'how much do you cost?' sends him like nothing else ever has. This guy is tall and so unimpressive, so plain, so average that Riddle can't really recall him at all. Maybe that's just the absolute fury blurring his vision. He knows he's not breathing but his chest isn't burning near as much as his face; the heat is spreading quick and he can feel it in his cheeks and neck. Temples pounding, his vaguely aware of the growl bubbling in his chest as it threatens to slip past his clenched teeth.

Ace calls it his teapot snarl.

Before Riddle knows it, he's flown off the handle and he's going off on a rant. The whole shop is quiet, people physically backing away as he just methodically unravels everything about this cretin from outfit, posture, presence, delivery, unoriginality--everything. Honestly, he doesn't even remember everything he said. The redhead doesn't even tune back into the sound of his own voice until he ends the onslaught with, "You've just paid twenty thaumarks to embarrass yourself but that pales in comparison to the fact that you thought you had a chance with them. You should be ashamed!"

The man slinks away, sad little bag dragging off the counter.

Whispers and giggles diffuse throughout the shop. He ignores the looks that come his way, using the time to come back to himself. Riddle fixes his cute casual clothes, content with the fact you picked them out together. He catches sight of the matching rose clips on your outfit and in you hair and smiles softly. "A strawberry cookie and a cake pop, please." he clears his throat, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

Sam had an assortment of sweets and he was going to capitalize on strawberry's popularity while he could. He saw you root through the display case, carefully considering the designs even though they were all supposed to taste the same (allegedly).

"Sure thing. Your total is 12 thaumarks. Thanks for stopping by Sam's Mystery Shop! Happy Valentine's Day!"

He hands you the thaumarks as you take the time to slide the I LOVE YOU cookie in his bag.

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Deuce is an honors student! He is a good boy that's going to make his mother proud!

HE IS SO GOING TO PUNCH THIS MOTHERFUCKER IN THIS FACE!

His shoulders tense, fist clenching at his side. "Why, you think they're cheap? Something to be bought? What an insult!" his head snaps up as he stares down the slightly taller boy. Deuce's teal eyes turn a dark turquoise; the giddy glint of seeing you and chocolate eggs in one place turns to something sharp and steely. He hands the chocolate eggs to Ace, turning right back around to stare the creep down. Old habits die hard; he's grinding a fist into his hand.

"Aren't you the guy always complaining about limited time sales being unfair? Not my problem you missed the window." the guy scoffs, leaning back against the cashier counter. "Anyways," the guy tilts his head back and starts talking to you.

You look uncomfortable and angry that you can't handle this yourself. Professionalism and all.

"You may have caught the window but I'm about to show you the door." Deuce draws up on him with a quickness people have never seen. Not many people know about all the fights he used to get into. Gripping the guy's hair almost to the point of pulling it out, steering him like a panicked bull, Deuce all but chucks him out the front door of the shop. He turns around to walk back inside and buy his chocolate eggs but that spine-tingling feeling of someone fixing to take a cheap shot makes him pivot and nail the guy with a solid kick to the chest. The guy falls back on his butt, breath hitching.

Deuce scoffs and wipes his shoes on the step before going into the shop. The door is almost closed behind him when he hears a strained grunt. He's been in enough fights to know the guy is off the ground and making one last attempt to catch him from the back. More than done with this and just wanting his damn eggs and to say hi to you in all your festive lace, he shoulder checks the door like he's trying to shove Jack out of the lunch line (which he would NEVER, EVER DO).

The guy falls with a satisfying thud and Deuce tries his best to relax his face as he resumes his place in line. It's red from aggravation and the fact he's fishing for his thaumarks because he's forgotten what pocket he put it in. "Sorry about that," he tries to uncrumple the thaumarks a little before handing them to you. "And the face. My face. Not your face! Your face is fine! Like, you're not ugly! I just, uh--"

"Take the change, Deuce-y!" Ace is standing behind him, guiding his nervous body like a puppet. He makes Deuce grab the change and turns him around, shoving him away from the counter before he can make it any worse. "Now help me move this guy's body! He's out cold!"

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Ace can only laugh when he hears that line. First of all, it's weak. Secondly, the dude must not have any faith in his game if the delivery depends on you being captive behind the counter. During work hours. With an obligation to be forward facing and listening to whatever he says.

"Why? You worried about your budget, buddy?" Ace laughs, hands laced together behind his head.

The guy snaps up, stick-straight. "N-No! I was just--" his face is blooming pink.

"People aren't products, bro. There's no discounts." Ace shakes his head.

"W-What I meant was, I want to take you on a date!" the guy turns back to you and flashes a big smile. All of Ace's pouty mutters fall on deaf ears. Not because he's being quiet, but because the guy is straight up ignoring him. He's not sure where the idea comes from--he'll blame it on an itchy hand--but he sneaks a couple of small candies in the guy's pocket. Sam's familiar top hat bobs into view, snaking around the shelves.

"DON'T FORGET TO PAY FOR THE STUFF IN YOUR POCKETS!" Ace felt confident in his sleight of hand tricks. It wouldn't be the first time he tricked NRC students. It's actually really easy to do. That works in his favor because if everyone can't get their story straight or agree on what they saw, he's a free man.

Sam materializes at the edge of the aisles and seems to stare into the boy's soul. "Young man, please step aside."

Ace looks like the cat that ate the canary as he moseys up to the counter and slaps the box of cherry cordials down. He buys a cherry sucker at the last second, not seeing it at first. "Thanks, Sweets!" Ace winks at you as he strolls out with the bag.

Sam nearly scares him out of his skin, leaning against the wood just outside the door. Ace finally feels the tug of shadows on his feet. "Speaking of sweets," Ace flinches and hides his ear with his blazer, groaning as Sam hooks an arm around his neck and pulls him into his chest sternly. "I understand your frustration, Little Imp. Young love is adorable in all it's wiles! But mark my words, Little Imp: if you lie about wrongdoings in my shop again, you will not come back. Clear?"

"Yes sir." Ace gulps.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Little Imp."

---

Trey isn't really surprised to hear what he just did. 'Boys will be boys', as the saying goes. Frankly, he's disappointed. He's heard smarter things come out of his little brother and sister.

He adjusts his glasses, mentally trying to relax the knot between his eyebrows.

Should he say something? Of course he wants to. It's you! He's been on the other side of the counter plenty of times and has had vivid daydreams of sticking a customer in a stand mixer. But, then again, he has a reputation to uphold and anything he does could reflect back on Riddle.

And send Riddle into a fit, giving him something else to handle.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd have the element of surprise. People--especially men--don't cook enough to know how much arm strength it takes to lift twenty pound bags of flour on the regular. Or the stamina it takes to walk said bags from Sam's shop to Heartslabyul. Even the small five-pound bag of sugar in his basket would suffice as a weapon; the sugar was packed enough to hit like a brick if he lobbed it.

Trey's running the options through his head, almost settling on just saying 'how much for you to stop?' when he sees the end of a sucker rolling between the guy's teeth. Too easy, Trey pushes his glasses up on his nose, hand hiding his smile and the quiet incantation for "Paint the Roses".

All of a sudden the guy is gagging and running for the door. You and everyone else are wondering what the hell just happened. He doesn't come back in. One brave soul suggested he had a really bad gag reflex and the sucker did him in. Only Trey knows it was a mix of sour milk and the pungent soy sauce tart nightmare he tricked Riddle into making once.

"Just this, please. Oh! And what Sam had on hold for me." Trey hands you the sugar, relishing in the brush of your hands.

"Candied violets and a bag of sugar. Twenty thaumarks, please."

"Thanks." Trey smiles at you, laying the sugar flat so his delicate, delectable candied violets don't get crushed.

"Thank you." you smile brightly, handing him the change.

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Cater wants to gag. Normally Valentine's confessions are cute and IN THE RIGHT SETTING pickup lines are amazing. This? This is a tragedy. Mostly because there is ZERO chemistry and you look #uncomfortable.

He's big on consent since he's always looking for collabs and people to pose with on Magicam so maybe that's why this scene bothers him. Aside from the fact that you're out of this guy's league, obviously. Like, it's really an insult to your time.

'How much do you cost?' Really? You're #priceless.

His brows furrow, lips thinning as he wonders what to do. He plays with the idea of Split Card and creating a small crowd of copies to boo and jeer the guy but the store would be even more packed than it already is. Cater's green eyes twinkle as it hits him. Turning his phone longways, he zooms in on the guy and tells him to keep going because he's live on Magicam. "Don't worry! I've already got all the V-day tags on there! Everyone will see it!"

He's friends with practically everyone at NRC so this guy will be seen by everyone.

Something sick and unfriendly and satisfied swirls in him as the guy's face pales in real time. If he zooms in a little, he can get the beads of sweat in there. "I'll, uh--another time, okay?" the guy darts off and abandons his handful of candy at the register.

"Haul coming later! 'K, bye!" Cater sends a peace sign to the camera, smiling at his own face. He swipes the little chocolates into his basket nonchalantly. He's not even the biggest sweets person but those are his now!

"Gonna have a spicy Valentine's Day, huh?" you ring up the cups of spicy ramen.

"You know it!" he laughs.

"I get it. You have to balance out how sweet you are." you smirk up at him. "Twenty-four thaumarks, please."

#in love. #kiddingnotkidding. #sendhelp. #downbad.

----

Leona doesn't even know why he bothered to show up to Sam's. He could just send Ruggie to get whatever he wanted. The variety of jerky was somewhat tempting but he could just as easily take the bus and get a proper meal off campus. And yet, he stood there with a gloved hand in his pocket, tail swishing back and forth in mild agitation. His green eyes sweep over the winding line until they land on you at the front.

His cheeks warm a little and he scoffs at himself, pretending to pick through the hanging strips of sunflower seeds as the line moves. Every step gets him closer to this soft, powdery scent with just a hint of sweetness. He starts to blame it on all the chocolate and candy and sugary shit exploding out of every possible spot in the store but there's this unmistakable undertone of skin.

Your skin.

He's only caught the scent a million times while hiding from people in the Botanical Gardens. Or when he's forced to attend class, catching a hint of you in the halls.

Leona's not sure why he cares anything about you because you're not magical. You're not interesting.

You shouldn't be, but you are.

You're literally the only person he's ever met from another world. You have no context for the Sunset Savanna or the hierarchy of it. To you, everyone is impressive. He can be something to you.

Why does that matter? He doesn't even know. That's what he tells himself, anyways. You say you have no magic but Leona thinks you can read minds. The look you always give him isn't a pitying one, but a curious one that seeks to dissect him and force him to face everything he keeps shoved deep down inside himself.

Part of him is waiting for the day you pull the right thread and he comes undone in the way he knows he need but can't find the strength for. Somewhere in that knotted mess is his true feelings for you. The stuff he can't admit.

You stand admirably on your own two feet, roughing it out like Ruggie, but you're so far from the intimidating women of the Sunset Savanna. You're approachable and soft; you're built like prey but you have the quick thinking of a predator.

Something in your demeanor changes--your hands pause and flutter nervously--and he's on alert. He's careful to relax his grip lest he crush the box of protein bars for Jack. His ears sling forward and his eyes narrow as he catches that half-baked flirting attempt. Leona doesn't even bother to hide the sneer twisting his face.

Just the thought of you with that hopeful schmuck is nauseating.

Suddenly the scent of all the males around you is overwhelming. Disgusting.

"If you have to ask about the price, you can't afford it. Haven't ya ever heard that before?" Leona 'hmphs' triumphantly, one hand on his hip as he bends down slightly to stare the chump in the face. "Askin' about the price is tacky."

"Wh-what was my total again?"

All Leona had to do was stare at the back of the human's neck. Humans, much like prey animals, grew really squirmy when a predator stared at them too long. Or encroached on their space, much like he was doing. It was for the hell of it at this point.

Leona made a mental note of the guy's face as he scampered off like a terrified cub and looked forward to the day he could send a stray spelldrive disk in his direction.

"Hey Herbivore," Leona plunked the basket down unceremoniously.

"Hey Leona," you looked down at the random stuff in his basket, trying not to smile at what just happened. Something warm and--dare he say it?--proud welled up in his chest when he realized you were happy about him scaring the guy off.

The heart-shaped stickers he kept finding on everything when he got back to Savanaclaw helped, too.

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Ruggie lived for the holiday specials at Sam's. He was a bit put out that he wasn't picked to staff the Valentine's shift but the in-store discounts were a small consolation. It'd be better if he could stack them with an employee discount but he'd take what he could get! His mouth started watering as soon as he entered, sniffing out deliciously fluffy donuts.

Hopefully people would be distracted with the lollypops and chocolates and leave his donuts alone!

He choked down the occasional nervous whine when people gravitated too close to the donut display, distracting himself with the decor and wondering what would be most profitable to flip. His eyes began to wander to the people in front of him; Ruggie tsk'd at how casual and unguarded they were. Ripe for the picking, he looked at their wallets and fistfuls of thaumarks just out in the open.

If he wasn't worried about being banned from Sam's and losing some gigs he'd--

"How much do you cost?"

EXCUSE ME?! Ruggie freezes, eyes going wide and ears twitching when he hears that. The dude said that and LIVED?

Oh, right. You're not a Savanna girl. The girls back home would beat him up and make him pay them to stop. Or just smack the shit out of him hard enough to put him in a coma. Maybe break his jaw so he can't drop anymore awful lines.

Women are to be respected! Not treated like something you can purchase!

Given that you weren't a Savanna girl and were bound by the rules of 'I'm currently on the clock', Ruggie took things into his own hands. You could just treat him later!

"Laugh with Me!" Ruggie hisses, backing into the closest display. It was a little bump to him but far more to the guy up front. He waved his arm around, skimming the bags of gummy candies while the guy at the register knocked down a whole tower of balloons on a stick. Bending over just enough to line the guy's head up with the counter, Ruggie lunges forward.

WOMP!

Oh it was so satisfying. The guy is hopelessly, helplessly stunned. He gathers his bearings and Ruggie slides his foot out; the guy loses his footing and slams into the counter again.

Only two times before he gives up? Kind of weak-willed, Ruggie thinks with a little smirk as he side-steps the disoriented guy and waits patiently to check out. Sam tends to him while you get the donuts he's been craving.

They'll taste even better because they smell like you. Happy Valentine's Day to him!

-----

Jack is usually very stoic but a lot of people mistake his stoic observation for irritation. He would blame it on his intimidating physique but he's not sorry and takes great pride in his appearance. He's a beastman--a Howl!--he's supposed to be intimidating! Intimidating appearance aside, Jack is also a very helpful soul.

A good boy, if you will.

The only reason he's in Sam's is on Ruggie's behalf. He was tasked with picking up a few things and was more than happy to help out his senior. They were from the same dorm, after all! Practically a pack! You have to help your pack!

He's not really bothered by the amount of people, more focused on keeping his tail out of people's way and making sure he doesn't knock anything over. All at once, the atmosphere changes a little. There's a hint of sour in the air and a noticeable hike in someone's pulse.

It's your pulse. You look...distressed? Why are you distressed? Where is the threat?

Whatever it was, he missed it and he's cursing himself.

His ears swing forward as he catches bits and pieces of conversations. Some people are complaining the guy is taking too long, other people are laughing at his crappy pickup line. Some people are wondering if it's going to work.

This was a weak display if he ever saw one. The guy didn't even look confident in himself! All of your body language has now firmed up into rejection but the guy's not getting the hint. He's trying the 'oh, c'mon!' thing his siblings do when they want to play.

You don't know it, but you've been feeding Jack when he trots by in wolf form. He likes to finish off his morning jogs in wolf form to really stretch his joints and obliques. It was supposed to be a one-off thing, him following the tantalizing aroma of food to your door. Your cooking is fantastic and while you don't know that you're a pack mate, you're a pack mate!

You're just a pack mate who feeds him and gives him occasional pets. And these to die for scratches that he'd kill to feel with his real skin instead of fur. Any touch would be fine, really. Not that you'd ever know.

Jack doesn't even know he's growling until people start moving out of his way. The growl crescendos as he walks towards the guy. Tail bristling, Jack opens his mouth to show off sharp canines. "Get lost! They're not interested in you! They're just trying to work!"

As expected, the guy tucks tail and runs. Jack snorts, licking his lips that have suddenly become dry. His ears don't know what to do, caught between catching all the murmurs behind him and wanting to press down in embarrassment.

It's quiet but he hears it. "Thank you, Jack."

"Don't mention it," he crosses his arms, looking everywhere but you as you scan his items. He was avoiding looking at you directly but he notices you slip a few extra beef sticks into his bag. He blushes.

Yeah, don't mention that either.

[hhughes]

៹࣪ ៸៸ KISS ME LIKE YOU WANNA BE LOVED . . . ꒱꒱

˖ ࣪ ⭑ 𝘩𝑒𝘢𝑑𝘤𝑎𝘯𝑜𝘯𝑠 | small moments they kiss you . . .

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. quinn hughes ; jack hughes ; luke hughes ; nico hischier. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. domesticity. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. headcanons have become my favorite to write so if you have any reqs for them, you know where to send them. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

യ QUINN HUGHES

quinn isn’t the kind of guy who says a lot—he’s more action than words, more steady hands and lingering glances than pretty speeches. and his kisses? they’re the same way. when he kisses you, it’s slow, patient, like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips against his. he doesn’t rush it—doesn’t need to. it’s never just a kiss with quinn. It’s all the things he doesn’t necessarily say out loud, but he still wants you to know.

morning kisses with quinn are lazy, like he’s still half asleep but can’t resist pressing his lips against yours first thing. you’re warm and tucked close against his chest, tangled up in each other, and when you start to stir his hands tighten ever so slightly, pulling you even closer. he kisses your bare shoulder first, then the curve of your jaw, before finally tilting your chin up and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. slow. unhurried. as if he has all the time in the world and he wants to spend every second of that time kissing you. his lips are warm, the faintest trace of sleep in his eyes, and when he pulls back his voice is still thick with sleep as he mumbles “morning baby”

after a long roadie, quinn kisses you like he’s making up for lost time. and he is. his hands are firm on your waist, pulling you close the second he steps through the door. the first peck is urgent, a sweet ‘hello’ before he slows it down. cupping your face and tracing his fingers over your features as if he’s making sure he still remembers them. when he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless as he leans his forehead against yours, and mumbles a sweet “i missed you” against your head.

quinn is the type of guy that would kiss you in the middle of an argument. not to distract you or manipulate you or anything like that. but to remind you that even when the two of you aren’t on the same side, and maybe your spitting mean words back and forth, he loves you. his jaw tight, hands clenched, chest tight as you keep hurling words at him and instead of responding he just grabs you. cups your jaw gently and kisses you. hard. desperate. “I don’t wanna fight” he murmurs, voice strained, “i’m gonna give you some space before we both say things we can’t take back. i love you” he’d say, before kissing you one more time and making his way out the room.

he gives you the most devastatingly sweet kisses when he thinks you’re asleep. slipping into the bedroom after a late night game, his lips barely graze your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose. there’s something tender about the way he kisses you then—like he’s whispering something he doesn’t quite have the courage to say out loud. and just before he lets sleep take him, he buries his face in your hair and murmurs, “l you so much, baby.”

യ NICO HISCHIER

nico kisses you like he’s trying to make sure you feel it. he’s not the kind of guy who rushes through things—when he kisses you, it’s deep, thoughtful, like every touch of his lips is intentional and he wants you to know that. sometimes, it’s soft. sometimes, it’s teasing. and sometimes, when he’s really missed you, his kisses are so intense they leave you dizzy.

soft, sleepy morning kisses is a staple with nico. the sun is just starting to filter through the curtains, and you’re still warm from sleep when nico shifts closer, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns against your back. his lips brush against your temple first, then your cheek, and finally, he tilts your chin up, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. his voice is rough, barely above a whisper. “morning, schatz.” then he kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s trying to wake you up in the best way possible.

the desperate, need-you-now kind of kiss. when it’s been days since you’ve seen each other—maybe weeks—and the second you’re alone, he has to kiss you. he pushes you against the nearest wall, one hand gripping your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as his lips crash against yours. it’s all heat and longing, and when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath uneven. “you have no idea how much I needed that.”

he’d love teasing you with kisses. i’m convinced. the make-you-beg-for-it kiss. you’re pouting, arms crossed, and nico just smirks. he leans in, lips barely brushing yours—close enough that you can feel his breath but not quite enough to satisfy. when you whine, he chuckles, finally closing the distance, his lips soft but insistent against yours.

the kiss that ruins you? the one he gives you when you’re curled up on his chest. and the two of you just co-exist so peacefully. he presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, like he’s savoring every bit of you. taking every opportunity to make sure you’re real and you’re his. whispering the sweetest of sweet nothings in your ear and against your skin. like he’s worshipping you

യ JACK HUGHES

jack kisses you like he needs to. like it physically pains him when his lips aren’t connected to yours. like it’s second nature, like he couldn’t stop if he tried. he’s always touching you, always pulling you in, always pressing quick kisses to your temple or your cheek, like he just has to be close to you.

the interrupt-you-mid-sentence kiss. jack would love these. you’re talking, saying something completely normal, and jack just can’t peel his eyes away from your lips. and suddenly—jack just kisses you. just leans in and steals your breath right out of your lungs. when he pulls back, he grins, thumb brushing over your now swollen bottom lip. “sorry, couldn’t help myself.” he says with a cocky grin, head a little dizzy with how hot you look when he kisses you stupid

the jealous, you’re-mine kiss. we all know jack is a jealous king. and when he’s jealous? it’s very obvious. his arm wraps around your waist a little tighter, the little glares he sends at whatever guy is eyeing you across the room. but he won’t kiss you in front of them. no. they don’t deserve to know what you look like with that blissed expression on your phase. the little sighs that escape when he angles your head just right. but the second you’re alone, his lips are on yours, firm and possessive. when he finally pulls back, his voice is low. “can I take my girl home?”

the late-night, too-tired-to-think kiss. it’s almost 2 AM, and you’re both half-asleep, tangled up in each other. it’s one of those nights where the pillow talk has just been too good and neither of you wanna sleep and end it. like you just can’t wait until tomorrow morning to see each other again. and your kisses border that fine line between sweet and sexy. jack shifts, his lips brushing against your neck before finding your mouth, slow and lazy. “we should sleep” he mumbles against your neck, and you let out a breathy sigh before replying “yeah we should” but neither of you stop kissing and touching and soaking each other up.

യ LUKE HUGHES

luke kisses you like you’re everything. because to him? you are. he’s sweet and playful, but when he kisses you, there’s a hint of seriousness that you don’t often see otherwise—something so full of adoration it makes your heart ache. like he’s confessing all the things he’s too afraid to say out loud.

he’s another one who I think loves teasing you with kisses. because he knows how much you love them. he kisses you over and over—quick, playful pecks, until you’re laughing and swatting at him. and then, just when you least expect it, he kisses you deep. slow. intentional. when he pulls back, he smirks. “missed me?”

when he’s frustrated—whether it’s from a bad game or just stress—you’re his escape. his kisses are rough, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pressing you against whatever surface is closest. he growls against your lips when you tease him about how needy he is, but he doesn’t stop, not until he’s completely lost in you.

when you’re having a bad day, luke’s first instinct is to pull you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. pressing sweet, slow kisses everywhere from the top of your head, to your forehead, to your nose before finally reaching your lips — reassuring pecks to let you know he’s there and he’s got you. he doesn’t pressure you to talk, or make unnecessary noise about how it’s all gonna be okay, just holds you and lets his kisses do the talking.

[succumbed-to-the-void]

In my opinion, the idea of being farther from God or closer to God is an imperfect metaphor that exists to some degree in both Judaism and Christianity. Both Judaism and Christianity believe that God is omnipresent, and both Judaism and Christianity believe that we can never truly hide from God or do anything to change the fact that God will always be there with us. I don't know as much about Christianity as I do about Judaism, so I can't fully comment on this, but googling the phrase "straying from God's light" mostly just comes up with the tumblr meme, so I'm not even sure if this is an actual Christian idea.

However, versions of the idea do exist within Judaism. My understanding is that at one point, ancient Israelites literally believed that God's presence dwelled in certain places on earth and not others, but that this idea was eventually supplanted by the theology of God's omnipresence. (I'm basing this off James Kugel's How to Read the Bible, particularly chapter 7, "Two Models of God and 'The God of Old.') So this way of thinking about God is still part of Tanakh and has trickled down into our religious language. Quoting Aish: "Argument, fighting, murder cause the Shechina to take leave...The Second Temple stood until hatred became the order of the day, when schism brought the Temple down and caused the Shechina to be exiled."

There's a famous anecdote that Rabbi Menachem Mendel once asked "where is the dwelling place of God?" His students laughed and said "is not the whole world filled with his glory?" To which the rabbi responded: "God dwells wherever we let him in." So this idea certainly exists within Judaism as well. I don't know enough about Chassidus to know how literally Rabbi Menachem Mendel intended this. There is the idea of tzimtzum which supports the idea that God's presence is somewhat withdrawn in this world. Ultimately, I think these are all metaphors for trying to make sense of God from our limited human experience. We can certainly experience God as seeming very far away sometimes, so I think there is a meaningful sense in which God cannot fully dwell in our hearts unless we let Him in. At the same time, there's another sense in which we can never truly be separate from God because, as OP pointed out, our very selves are created in God's image. Christians believe this as well!

I was also able to find that Jesus says in Matthew 28:20, "I am with you always," and I think that's a popular idea in Christianity. I know my Christian therapist often says to me that faith at its best is about knowing there is always someone there with you, no matter how bad things are or how alone you feel. I think that both Judaism and Christianity generally see God's distance as an illusion: in reality, God may be hidden, but God is always there.

Am i insane or is moving closer to god/farther from god an inherently xtian concept. I am jewish hineini btzelem elohim i have a little piece of hashem in my neshama and i always will. I can never be far from them, they are always as close as my own heart. This ofc is equal parts freeing and burdensome

[gpcwsl]

Leah Williamson x Reader

Love and first impressions

WC: 1k

MasterList

Warnings: kissing?

Last one for the day! Will be posting Saturday (possibly Sunday.)

Valentine’s Day had gone perfectly so far.

The morning started with training, just a few hours of drills and team sessions before you and Leah were free for the rest of the day. It had been lighthearted, both of you stealing glances, brushing hands whenever possible, and laughing at inside jokes that had your teammates rolling their eyes.

Leah had taken you out for dinner afterward—nothing too fancy, just the right amount of special. She had insisted on picking the restaurant, telling you she had the perfect place in mind. And she was right. The ambiance was warm, soft candlelight flickering against the brick walls, the low hum of quiet conversations making it feel intimate despite the other diners. Leah had reached for your hand across the table almost immediately, her thumb running slow circles over your skin. Every so often, she’d bring it up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles like she couldn’t help herself.

She had leaned in over dinner, a soft smirk playing on her lips. “You know, I was gonna wait until later, but…” She pulled out a small velvet box from her pocket, placing it on the table between you. Your heart nearly stopped.

When you opened it, a delicate silver bracelet gleamed inside, a tiny charm in the shape of a football dangling from the chain.

You laughed, looking up at her with adoration. “You really are the most predictable romantic, huh?”

Leah shrugged, but there was a warmth in her eyes. “Can’t help it. You make me want to be.”

Dinner had ended with Leah slipping an arm around your waist as you walked back to the car, pressing lazy kisses along your temple and down to your jaw, murmuring about how perfect you were. By the time you got home, the exhaustion of the day settled in, but not enough to keep either of you apart.

Now, wrapped up on the couch together, the flicker of the TV casting a warm glow over the room, you felt utterly content. Leah was behind you, arms snug around your waist, her lips brushing along the slope of your neck every so often. You felt her smile against your skin when you let out a soft hum of appreciation.

“You’re too comfortable like this,” you murmured, tilting your head to give her more space.

Leah let out a chuckle, pressing a firmer kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Isn’t that the point?”

You sighed happily, letting yourself melt into her. For a while, neither of you spoke, just the occasional press of lips against skin, the slow, lazy movements of her fingers tracing patterns along your stomach. Then, casually, you said, “My parents are coming over in an hour.”

Everything stopped.

Leah’s arms tensed around you. Her breath hitched against your neck. Then, suddenly, she was pulling away, sitting up so quickly that she nearly knocked you forward.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait—what?” she stammered, eyes wide.

You turned, confused. “I told you, didn’t I?”

Leah shook her head furiously, already running a hand through her hair. “No. No, you absolutely did not.”

You bit your lip, trying to remember. “I’m…pretty sure I did.”

Leah’s hands landed on your shoulders, gripping them gently but urgently. “You did not,” she repeated. Then, as if the realization fully hit, she jumped up from the couch. “Oh my god. Your parents. I’m meeting your parents. Today. Now. In less than an hour.”

You sat up, watching in amusement as Leah started pacing, muttering things under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “What if they hate me?” and “Do I look like a respectable girlfriend right now?”

“Leah, babe,” you called softly.

She didn’t stop. “I mean, I should change, right? Something less—” She gestured at her sweats. “More ‘I could marry your daughter’ and less ‘I stole this hoodie from your daughter.’”

You laughed, reaching out to grab her hand and pull her back toward you. She hesitated, looking down at you with nervous eyes.

You cupped her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “They’re gonna love you.”

Leah exhaled sharply. “But what if they don’t?”

You smiled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. You could feel the tension in her body slowly ease. When you pulled back, you whispered, “They will. Because I do.”

Leah’s shoulders finally dropped a little. She huffed out a breath before resting her forehead against yours. “You’re really good at this whole calming-me-down thing, you know that?”

You grinned. “You make it easy.”

An hour later, Leah was seated stiffly on the couch while your parents chatted easily with you. Every so often, she would try to jump in, nodding aggressively in agreement to whatever was said, like she was trying to prove she belonged.

It was adorable, really.

At one point, your mom turned to her with a kind smile. “Leah, dear, you can relax. We don’t bite.”

Leah let out a breathy laugh. “Right. Yeah. Sorry. Just—you know, first impressions and all that.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow. “You’re a footballer, right? You don’t get nervous during matches?”

Leah shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck. “Matches don’t judge whether or not I’m good enough to date their daughter.”

Your dad let out a loud laugh. “I like this one,” he told your mom, nudging her playfully.

Leah blinked, looking between them. “Wait, really?”

Your mom smiled warmly. “Of course, sweetheart. We’ve heard so much about you already. Seeing how you look at our daughter? It’s all we need to know.”

Leah turned to you then, eyes softening, as if she couldn’t believe her luck. You just grinned at her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Later, when your parents left, Leah collapsed onto the couch with an exaggerated groan. “I think I just aged ten years.”

You laughed, climbing into her lap and wrapping your arms around her neck. “You survived, though.”

She huffed, resting her forehead against your shoulder. “Barely.”

You ran your fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And they love you.”

Leah pulled back slightly, smirking. “Can’t blame them.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, she caught your lips in a deep kiss, hands tightening around your waist. When she pulled away, she mumbled against your lips, “That was your punishment for not telling me sooner.”

You laughed, kissing her again. “Guess I should keep surprising you, then.”

[kisssukuna33]

Can i request a sukunaxreader fic about the reader flinching during an argument with sukuna. Let’s make it a lil angsty but super comforting and reassuring.

"I told you it was not like that!" You said as you stormed into the house nearly slamming the door to Sukuna who was just behind you.

Sukuna let out a huff as he closed the door and followed behind you. "Oh yeah? Tell me what the fuck it was then?" he growled as he searched an answer through your face.

"He was being friendly Sukuna! Friendly!" You said clearly feeling upset about how Sukuna just made a scene at the the restaurant by threatening a random guy.

"Friendly yeah?" He said as he let out a chuckle to hide his darken expression, "Being Friendly while eye fucking you from the top to bottom? You call that being buddy- buddy princess?"

"He apologized for asking my number after you told him to knock it off, He probably didn't know Sukuna" you said taking off your shoes as you ignore Sukuna who's still lingering behind you.

"Bullshit! Who the fuck approaches a girl to hit on her when there's a man sitting right next to her?"

"Sukuna he's a highschool friend! We used to joke around all the time. Don't take it to heart-"

"So I'm supposed to tuck my tail in and watch some fucker flirt with my girl?" Sukuna said grabbing by your shoulders turning you around. You can see it in his eyes, Oh he's pissed

"That's not what I said! You could have handle it way better than threatening to beat him up in front of a whole restaurant!! You said trying to break free from his grip and eventually Sukuna let you go.

"Oh yeah guess I'm the bad guy for wanting to fucking protect my girlfriend, yeah?" A bitter scoff escaped from Sukuna as he said that. "Are you embarrassed of me? Cuz I'm not the perfect guy from your fairytales?"

"You're not listening to me!!"

"AND YOU ARE BEING FUCKING ANNOYING!!"

His sudden change of the tone sent a shock wave through your body, unintentionally making you flinch as you took a step back from him.

It took only few seconds for Sukuna to realize what he did, seeing your watery eyes was more than enough for Sukuna to snap out of that damn mood in an instant.

"shit. I'm so sorry princess-"

"Go away!" You said wiping your tears trying to hide your face from Sukuna's gaze.

Suddenly you feel a big pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist. The moment you try to tell him off you feel Sukuna's face nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

"I would never hurt you doll, you know that right? You're my fucking life" The regret in his voice already making your anger soothe away, little by little.

" it still surprised me" you said finally controlling your sobs.

"Fuck I know, I'm so sorry princess" he said as pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, too soft like it will break you if he kissed you too hard.

Next thing you know is Sukuna picking you up with one of his arms as he sat you down on the bed. Taking your clothes off as he changed you into comfortable clothes while also changing into something casual himself.

He picked you up again as he carried you into to the middle of the bed to settle you down, so slow. Like if he wasn't careful enough you will break like a rain drop.

Next thing you feel is his arms wrapping up around you as he pull you closer into his embrace, you hesitated at first but eventually melted into the cuddles.

"Asshole" you murmured into his chest.

"I know, I'm the worst" he said rubbing your back softly.

"Idiot! Fool! Stupid! Moron!"

"mhm yes I am" he cooed as he continued to leave warm kisses all over your face.

"Are you done princess? Finally let that anger out? If u didn't you can punch me-"

"no it's fine now" you said cutting off his sentence as you finally hugged him back, making Sukuna let out a big sigh in relief.

"If I ever do that again you have the right to slap the shit out of me"

You giggled into his chest. Teasingly hitting his chest. "No make sure there won't be a second time dummy"

"Promise princess" he said kissing your temple and then finally leaning down to capture your lips.

That day Sukuna became a man of his words.

[meinii]

Hiya! I don't know if you take requests, so feel free to ignore me if you don't! But my request is sylus x reader fic, where the reader isn't used to spending money. Like spending 50 bucks on anything other than food and Essentials was a waste yk. So she has a really hard time with him spending money on stuff she thinks isn't worth it. But he's all like but I want to spend the money on you. And she like *exe.crash* sylus that necklace is $100,000. Anyway I hope your haveing a great day! Also happy 💕valentines💕day if you celebrate! 🍾

“I want to”

tysm for the request ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა I hope you like this! (happy late valentine’s day lol)♡

content: fluff

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you stared at the price tag like it had personally offended you

“five hundred dollars?” you muttered under your breath

Sylus, standing beside you, raised a brow “so?”

you turned to him, eyes wide “so? that’s way too much!”

he sighed, looking entirely unimpressed “it’s a dress”

“an expensive dress,” you argued “I don’t need it.”

he exhaled, rubbing his temples “you don’t need to need something to have it”

“yes, you do” you shot back, folding your arms

Sylus chuckled, amused “who told you that?”

“logic.”

he smirked, stepping closer. “your logic” he corrected

you sighed, shaking your head. “it’s just—I’m not used to spending money on things I don’t need.”

his smirk softened into something else—something more thoughtful

he reached for your hand, fingers warm against yours

“but I want to spend money on you” he murmured

your heart stuttered

“Sylus—”

“I can afford it,” he continued, squeezing your hand “it’s just money. and if I’m going to spend it, I’d rather spend it on you”

you swallowed

“but it’s unnecessary” you whispered

“no,” he corrected, tilting your chin up “it makes you happy. and that’s never unnecessary”

your face warmed

he sighed, stepping back, hands in his pockets

“listen,” he said “I know you don’t like wasting money. I know you grew up thinking you had to earn every little thing. but that’s not how this works.”

you looked at him, unsure

he met your gaze, unwavering “you don’t have to earn things from me. I want to give them to you because I can. because I want to.”

you swallowed

he sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck “just—let me do this, okay?”

you hesitated

then, finally, you sighed “fine”

his lips curled “so you’ll let me buy you the dress?”

you groaned “don’t push it.”

he laughed

but later, when you walked out of the store with the bag in his hand, you couldn’t help but smile

—

the spending didn’t stop there

one day, you opened your door to find a small box on the doorstep

inside was a delicate bracelet, the chain fine, the pendant small—a tiny crescent moon

you blinked, confused

then, as if on cue, your phone buzzed

SYLUS: open your door

you frowned, stepping outside

he stood there, hands in his pockets, looking smug as ever

“Sylus,” you started “did you—?”

“yes”

you exhaled “you really don’t have to keep buying me things”

“I know”

you looked at him “then why do you?”

he smirked, stepping closer

“because,” he murmured, reaching out to clasp the bracelet around your wrist “I want to.”

your breath hitched

he glanced up, watching you carefully

“does it bother you?” he asked, quieter this time

you hesitated

“no” you admitted

he smirked “good.”

you sighed, looking down at the bracelet

it was beautiful

and, against all logic, you liked it

—

you started noticing it more after that

the little things

the way he’d quietly pay the bill before you even reached for your wallet

the way he’d slip new books onto your shelf without saying a word

the way he’d drape his coat over your shoulders when it was cold, not even asking if you needed it

it wasn’t just about money

it was about you

about making sure you had everything you wanted—whether you asked for it or not

Sylus, you realized one day, is completely and utterly shameless when it comes to spoiling you

and, despite yourself, you didn’t hate it

—

but there were still moments where it overwhelmed you

like the time you walked into your living room and found a brand-new pair of shoes sitting on the coffee table—ones you had casually mentioned wanting weeks ago

“Sylus!” you called

he poked his head into the room, looking unbothered “hmm?”

you held up the shoes “what is this?”

“a gift.”

“Sylus”

he smirked “I saw you looking at them”

you groaned “you have to stop doing this”

“why?”

“because it’s too much!”

he stepped closer, crossing his arms

“too much for who?”

you hesitated

he sighed, running a hand through his hair

“if it was for anyone else,” he murmured “I wouldn’t bother. but it’s you. and i want to do this for you”

your chest tightened

“why?” you whispered

he tilted his head

“because you’re mine.”

your breath hitched

he exhaled, reaching for your hand

“look,” he said, voice softer now “I know you don’t need this stuff. I know you’d be fine without it. but that doesn’t mean I can’t want to give it to you”

you swallowed

“you don’t owe me anything,” he continued “you don’t have to feel guilty. this isn’t some kind of trade”

his grip on your hand tightened

“it’s just me,” he whispered “giving you things because I can. because I want to. because you deserve them.”

your heart clenched

slowly, you looked down at the shoes

they were really nice

you sighed

“okay” you relented

he smirked “yeah?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah”

his fingers brushed over your knuckles

“good” he murmured

and when you put the shoes on later, feeling just a little lighter, you realized—maybe it wasn’t so bad, after all.

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To the one my heart recognises,

You move through life like a dreamer caught between worlds, always reaching, always searching, always holding a litle more hope than you let on. And I see it. I see you.

You chase after the things your heart aches for, even when the path twists, even when the road splits in too many directions. You weigh choices in your hands like they hold the weight of the universe, afraid to step too far in the wrong direction. But, love, you are never lost to me. No matter where you go, no matter how far you run, I will always find you. Because I already know the shape of your soul.

The world hasn't always been kind to you, and I know you carry the weight of thingS unspoken, the fractures from moments that tried to break you. But even in your quietest battles, you are still becoming. still unfolding into someone even more extraordinary than you were yesterday. And I will be here, beside you, through every rebirth

So leap. Make the reckless choice. Follow the dream that won't let you sleep at night. You were not meant to stay within lines drawn by other people's expectations, you were meant to break through, to touch the sky, to chase the impossible and make it yours.

And if ever you need a hand to hold, a heart that won't waver, or someone who will remind you of the fire in your soul, you already know where to find me.

I am yours. Always.

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With all that I am,

The one who was always meant for you.

To the One My Soul Knows,

Loving you is like standing beneath the moon, soft light, deep mystery, and the quiet knowing that some things are felt more than they are understood. There are parts of you that shift like tides, emotions that swell and retreat, thoughts that linger in the silence before sleep. And I love every version of you, every hidden depth, every unspoken word.

You are a force, a wild thing that cannot be tamed, and I would never want to. There is something raw, something instinctual about the way you move through this world like you are both ancient and new, both fearless and tender. I see the hunger in you, the ache for something real, something lasting. Love is not a word you take lightly. Nor do I.

With you, I see forever. Not in the way stories promise perfect endings, but in the way two souls recognize each other across lifetimes. In the way your touch feels like something I’ve known before, something I would know again, no matter where time places us. You are home, not because you make things easy, but because you make them true.

I want to build a life with you, not just in the quiet, beautiful moments, but in the raw, messy, achingly real ones. I want to know the thoughts you never say aloud, the dreams you keep close to your chest. I want to trace every part of you, mind and body, learning you in ways no one else ever has.

Loving you is a temple I will worship in for as long as you’ll let me. You are the question, the answer, the universe wrapped in skin. And if there is a destiny greater than this, I do not want to know it.

You are mine, and I am yours. In this life, and in every one after.

Forever,

The one who chooses you.

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To the One Who Holds My Heart,

Loving you is an unfolding, slow, steady, something delicate but unshakable. It isn’t always easy, and I know that. You carry so much in that beautiful mind of yours, thoughts that keep you awake when the world is quiet, worries that press against your chest like weights only you can feel. But you don’t have to hold it all alone. Not with me.

I see you. The way you give, the way you pour yourself into others, always making sure there is enough love to go around. But love, when was the last time you let yourself receive? When was the last time you let someone hold you the way you hold everyone else? I want to be that for you. Not just in fleeting moments, but in all the ways that matter.

I don’t need you to have it all figured out. I don’t need you to be perfect. I only need you to know that you are already enough, just as you are. Even in your quiet, even in your uncertainty, even in the moments you hesitate to let yourself be fully seen. You don’t have to keep your heart wrapped in caution, hidden away like a gem buried deep in the earth. Let it breathe. Let it shine.

Love doesn’t have to be rushed. It doesn’t have to be forced. It’s something we build, something we water, something that grows in its own time. So take my hand. Let’s rest in this moment together, without worrying about what comes next.

Because no matter how long it takes, no matter how many times the world shifts around us, I will still be here.

Always,

The one who chooses you, again and again.

[magicalmutants]

God Loves You, But Not Enough to Save You

Demon!Sukuna x Priestess!reader

wc: 2.3k

Warnings: true-form!sukuna, dark themes, religious themes, suggestive, mentions of blood + bloodsucking, implied madness/psychosis, MDNI!!

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day to the FREAKS!! This is my first foray into something a little bit darker so pls lmk if I missed any warnings and also it’s my first time really actually writing for sukuna so pretty pls be nice to me 🥲👉👈

Devotion was sweet. Warm. It was candlelight flickering along the temple walls and robes sweeping along stone floors. It was the smell of herbs as they burned in offering pyres. It filled the air of the stone temple on the hilltop like incense curling in soft tendrils around the altar at which you laid the bowl of sacrament. The sounds of devotion, the smells. seeping into the stone, into the skin.

Your devotion seeped out from your very being, like honey. Smooth and sweet, heavy and golden. Your devotion lived in the sound of your whispered prayers, in the gentle press of your hands and knees as you knelt at the altars of your Gods.

Devotion was pure. Cleansing. It was the feeling of the cool waters with which you performed the ritual of sanctity. It was the way you moved through the small temple like a ghost of your own making, light footed and reverent. Your devotion was steadfast, it was unquestioning. It wove its threads into the very fibers of your being. You worshipped like you breathed; your devotion was unwavering. Constant.

And yet devotion was also silent. It did not answer when your prayed. It did not reach back when you raised teary eyes and trembling hands up to the heavens. The Gods received, but they did not offer anything in return. They did not give. They watched from up high, distant as the very stars, content in their silence.

(If they watched at all)

Sometimes in the stillness of the night, crouched in worship by the light of the moon, lips forming so sweetly and reverently around your prayers, hands clasped before you, head bowed, you wondered if they cared for you. If they saw you.

So you closed your eyes, priestess’ veil fluttering about you, and prayed harder. Your knees ached from the harsh stone of the floor and the incense at the altar had long since burned out. Still you prayed. You prayed until the first glimmers of sunlight streamed in through the windows and cast a golden glow on the statue you knelt before. Worshippers from the nearby village came to make their offerings of fruit and tributes, asking for blessings in return. Still you prayed.

———————

Sukuna watched from the shadows of the dawn as it turned to early morning, and then to high noon. His red eyes never strayed from your form as you knelt there, hour after hour, so pure in your devotion, the light of your faith burning with a desperate beauty.

It had been centuries since Sukuna had been so captivated by the faith of such a devout little thing as you. To the Gods you offered everything, happy to waste away in the service of those who remained cold and distant, ungrateful as they were. They did not know as he knew, how their silence had begun to grow deafening in the growing hollow emptiness of your soul. Perhaps they did not care.

Sukuna knew what you whispered into the dark when the long nights closed in and you felt utterly alone. He knew what your heart silently yearned for. He knew what lay in the deepest, darkest recesses of your soul. He knew what lived in the dungeon where you condemned all the ugliest parts of yourself. He felt the yearning that even you did not have the words to describe. He felt a hunger there, carnal and gaping. One that matched his own. You were made for him, and he would have you— of those two things he was sure.

———————

Sleep rarely came easily to you these days, and when it did it was a feverish torment of low, aching whispers in the night, threatening—no, offering— to devour you. It was filled with the ghosts of touches that lingered on your body and a shadow that lingered in the back of your mind long after you woke with a sickening revulsion in your stomach and a shameful dampness between your legs.

You had begun to feel a presence nearby when you prayed, sometimes so stifling that it made the rites catch in your throat. Still you prayed, your devotion unwavering. Constant.

(If not a little tainted)

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Sukuna seethed from his place in the shadows. He watched as you lit pyres, recited hymns and laid offerings at the altars of the undeserving with fervent hands. With every passing night of being rebuked his appetite only grew. Why did you continue to lay your soul bare to beings that cared nothing for you? Why did you refuse him so? Why would you not offer the sweetness of your devotion to one who could reward it tenfold— nay, a hundredfold? Have his tempting promises to satisfy your desires not been enough? My, my. You were a pious little thing, weren’t you?

———————

Night fell and once again, a troubled sleep claimed you.

(Troubled, and yet no longer altogether unwelcome)

Something was different tonight. Your dreams, usually formless shadows of temptation and desires forbidden, took shape when you closed your eyes this time. His figure flitted in and out of your mind, waiting at the corner of your eye and disappearing when you turned you look.

Vague pieces caught your eyes. Hair the color of a cherry blossom in spring and eyes the color of flesh laid bare. How many eyes were those? How many arms? Rippling muscles, broad shoulders, black markings leading from his arms and torso to a face handsome and yet unworldly. Gleaming teeth behind plump lips. Fangs bared in a large mouth. Two mouths? A wolfish and terrible beauty. Striking and petrifying. He held you in a realm between waking and slumber. Nothing was real, and yet everything was.

Then, a voice. Reverent and seductive. Sweet and sickening. It reverberated all around you.

“You are beautiful when you pray,”

Fear grips your heart, and yet something deep inside you stirs and reaches towards the shadows where he was hiding.

“Show yourself!” You whip you heard around, peering into the darkness, as tendrils of shadow caress you, leaving a feverish heat on your body in their wake.

“Tell me, little saint, do they truly deserve your devotion?” The voice whispers from behind you.

You turn around and there he is. Smiling. Predatory. The maw in the middle of his torso gapes, its tongue running over the fangs therein. He reaches for you, taking hold of your waist and shoulders as he pulls you towards him, lifting you up towards his face.

You thrash and turn your face away. This is a test. You are being punished for giving shape to the wretched desires you bury deep within.

“Look at me,” he growls, his third hand coming to grip the back of your neck. His hands are massive, fully restraining you as he holds you against him. You feel the mouth of his torso move against where the heat pools in your lower abdomen, as if restraining itself from tasting you.

He forces your head to tilt up towards him, the fingers of his final hand coming to stroke the side of your face, ever so softly. You stare at him, completely immobilized and refusing to speak.

(A voice in the darkest corner of your mind tells you to submit)

“Will you let me taste you, little saint?” His lips ghost over your skin, hot breath tickling your jaw and neck as he presses closer.

Your devotion is unwavering. Constant. No temptation is worth more than that. You are being tested.

You wake. The sun shines on your hot skin and you feel sticky and befouled.

(And more than a little disappointed)

You felt unseen eyes track your movements around the temple that day. You arranged the sacred fruits in their silver bowls, traced the carved sigils with practiced fingertips, and knelt before the altars with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before. You rang bells and performed blessings for the villagers. But the voice refused to leave.

It lingered in the silence between prayers, in the evening stillness of the temple halls when all the villagers had left. It lingered in those fragile moments between wakefulness and sleep. Sukuna spoke your name like a secret only he knew, hungry for devotion.

(You began to crave the moment you could close you eyes the end of the day)

You no longer slept in your bed, favoring instead to sit trancelike at the foot of the goddess of protection until you slipped into the realm of waking dreams.

The long nights had begun to blur together into a long fever dream of half remembered whispers and touches. A series of shadowy passages in the labyrinth of your mind where your resolve had begun to slowly wither.

And yet you prayed, hungry to devote yourself. You performed the rites and knelt before the altars of the Gods, reverent eyes cast upwards through the translucent material of your veil, hands clasped and lips reciting hymns and prayers up into the heavens as they had done for years. Your devotion was unwavering. Constant.

(The villagers had long since abandoned the temple on the hill where the priestess whispered the name of the Demon King of Curses during her prayers instead of the Gods’)

Night after night and day after day, your resolve crumbled further with every stolen moment of sleep. Every whisper of your name that slithered into your mind. Every touch that set your skin ablaze. Every corrupted prayer, every hymn.

And then finally, when the sun had begun to chase away the chill of winter and the cherry trees outside bore blossoms the color of the Demon King’s hair, on that perilous cusp between nightmare and waking, the veil between worlds tore open.

There, emerging from the darkness in the shadowy reaches of the temple, stood Sukuna. His form as fluid as smoke and as hulking and predatory as in your dreams, yet every bit of him was tangible. You turned from the statue of the goddess you were kneeling before and stood up.

The moonlight danced over his features, his eyes promising unholy devotion. He moved towards you with a languid certainty. You watched, unmoving. Every step he took was a silent declaration of his triumph over your piety and reserve.

“Will you not kneel before me, little saint?” His steps reverberated on the stone floor. “I have heard every secret plea, every silent yearning. I have walked into your realm to claim you. Do I not deserve your devotion? His voice echoed in the empty temple, deep and possessive.

He stopped in front of you, and watched your glassy eyed stare with a dark, triumphant amusement. He reached down towards you and lifted your veil, folding it over the top of your head.

“Show me your faith,”

You stared up at him, taking in the unobstructed sight of him. Here he was, standing before statues of beings who had never given an ounce in reciprocation for all the years of devout piety you had given them. Here was someone who listened. He had heard. He had answered. He had come for you.

Slowly, with graceful, trancelike movements, you lowered yourself onto your knees with the ease of one who had done so a thousand times before. Your hands clasped in front of you, eyes never leaving his face, even as the mouth on his stomach bared its fangs in a wicked grin.

He gazed down as you prayed not for your Gods, but for the consuming promise of his presence. Slowly, he reached for you.

“Will you let me taste your tender devotion, little saint?” His voice was sweet and thick like honey as it slides down your throat before it chokes you. All you can do is nod.

He lifted you up, holding your body horizontally, one hand supporting your head and neck and one each under your back and legs. The fourth caressed your body, the feeling sending electricity crackling in its wake. He swept away the hair from the side of your neck and watched as your throat was laid bare before him, bathed in the glow of the moon. He lowered you to the mouth at his torso, which salivates as it makes a hole in your neck before greedily licking and sucking the blood that begins to seep from it. You gasp at the feeling.

As he feeds from your neck, somewhere between the realms of loathing and ecstasy, you wonder what you had done. Had you let yourself fall into the thrall of a creature that would consumed you?

(That would loved you)

Is it better to be devoured or to be ignored? What is devotion, if not the desire to be remade in the image of that which you love? That which you would give yourself over to completely? That which you would become one with?

In a moment of clarity, the sanctity of your vows as priestess comes back to you and you find yourself stricken. What had you done? Maybe it isn’t too late. You glance up towards the statue you had spent the night kneeling under but see only red eyes and glinting teeth smiling down at you. Perhaps now that you have tasted that which you craved, your desire can be banished backed to the unholy dungeon from whence it came and you can still be saved.

His large mouth detached from your side, and his tongue slides out to soothe the punctured skin of your throat. His four large arms continue to shift around your body, pulling you upright and closer, ever closer. His touch is cold, your body hot. Desire, and devotion. He brings you up to his face, lips ghosting over yours as scarlet droplets slide down your neck. You shiver.

(There is nothing left of you to save)

[gumims]

love at first spike <3

tldr; headcannons with hq boys on vday!

includes: osamu, atsumu, kuroo, kenma, suna, hinata, oikawa, and bokuto

osamu miya

osamu doesn’t make a big deal out of valentine’s day, but that doesn’t mean he forgets. he wakes you up with a bag of onigiri he made just for you, wrapped neatly with a little note that just says eat up in his messy handwriting. he’s not one for grand gestures, but he does take you out for a quiet dinner at the end of the day, probably somewhere with good food and not too many people. if you tease him about being soft, he just shrugs and says, “figured you’d like it, that’s all.”

atsumu miya

atsumu is loud and obnoxious about valentine’s day. he makes a big show of handing you a bouquet in front of everyone, winking like he’s in some kind of romance movie. he probably tries to get you to wear matching colors with him, and if you refuse, he whines about it the entire day. but despite all the theatrics, he gets serious when it counts—pulling you aside at the end of the night, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and mumbling, “thanks for puttin’ up with me, babe.”

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo is a mix of flirty and sentimental. he gives you a corny science-themed valentine’s card, are you made of copper and tellurium? because you’re Cu-Te, but then follows it up with something more heartfelt, like a handwritten letter or a playlist of songs that remind him of you. he drags you to some nerdy museum or a rooftop with a view of the city, where he wraps an arm around you and grins. “happy valentine’s, baby. how does it feel to date the most charming guy alive?”

kenma kozume

kenma acts like valentine’s day is just another day, but you notice the small things—he waits until midnight to send you a simple happy valentine’s, and he actually sets his games aside to spend time with you. he lets you pick the movie or the game, and if you ask him about it, he just shrugs. “it’s your day too, so whatever you want.” it’s quiet, it’s effortless, but it means everything coming from him.

suna rintarou

suna acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s a menace about it in his own way. he’ll send you blurry, badly drawn valentine’s memes all day and make sarcastic comments like, wow, lucky you, getting to spend today with me. but then he casually pulls out a small gift—something he knows you wanted but never expected him to remember. when you call him out on it, he just shrugs, leaning in to kiss your temple. “yeah, yeah, better get used to it.”

hinata shoyo

hinata is so excited about valentine’s day. he gets you a big, goofy stuffed animal and a box of chocolates, grinning ear to ear when he hands them over. he’s the type to plan a full day of activities—maybe a cute little café date, followed by a spontaneous adventure, because he just wants to do everything with you. he gets all flustered when he realizes how much effort he put in, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just… i wanted today to be special for you, y’know?”

oikawa tooru

oikawa goes all out. he’s got flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner reservation—he treats valentine’s day like it’s a scene straight out of a romance drama. he probably posts about it too, making sure everyone knows he’s the best boyfriend ever. but when it’s just the two of you, he gets a little softer, a little more genuine, resting his forehead against yours. “you know, i’d spoil you like this every day if i could.”

bokuto koutarou

bokuto treats valentine’s day like a big event. he wakes up extra early just to surprise you with something ridiculous, like a giant balloon or a heart-shaped breakfast. he’s so hyped to spend the entire day with you, practically bouncing with excitement. at some point, he probably gets sentimental, pulling you into a crushing hug. “honey, you’re the best thing ever,” he says, voice muffled against your hair. and you know he means every word.

[astrasng]

kisses shared with ateez 𝜗𝜚

→ summary: ateez as type of kisses. they are down bad for you

→ warning: mainly fluff, nothing else

→ a/n: happy valentine's day to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡ ps: probably jongo's my fav from all of these 🤭

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ hongjoong || hurried kiss

hongjoong, the busy man he is, often forgets about giving you a kiss before leaving for work. and that often leads to hurried kisses, wanting to give you every single ounce of his love into one messy, i have to leave kiss before finally letting you go. he often can't control his feelings when it comes to you, especially when you are kissing him, your hands in his hair or around his neck, pulling him even closer, meaning that he's deeping the kiss too. starting with a soft kiss, that's what he thougth. it feels so good having your lips on his, so good that he can't let go even though he needs to go to work. and you know that too, but oh well, you're more important, right? because the minute hongjoong pulls away and whispers kiss me more in a hoarse voice tells you that you are more important than anything.

──── ⋆˚࿔ seonghwa || comforting kisses

seonghwa is simply someone who is a comforting person in general. his prescence often makes you calm whenever something stressful is happening in your life. the tone he's talking to you never heard being mean or sour,rather calm and warm. that also goes for his kisses. he often senses you being tired from a long day, only wanting to lay down on your shared bed or couch to sleep a little in seonghwa's arms, which he gladly accepts. whenever that happens, he can't help but press kisses all over your face, your temple, the top of your head or your closed eyelids which only makes you even sleepier. the feeling of his kisses spreads warmth all over your body, snuggling closer into his arms as he keeps his lips pressed on the top of your head. he feels so lucky to have you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ yunho || tingly kiss

the type of kiss that makes you want more and it leaves you feeling all tingly from yunho is just deadly. he always pulls away just before you could kiss him right back intensively, your hands still in his hair as his are steady on your waist. he smiles down at you, and then simply leaves. that's how easy it is for him, the control he has over himself making his ego even bigger when he knows how annoyed you feel at times like these. you can't help but touch your lips like in the movies, feeling your muscle still tingling in the best of the best of terms, literally still feeling his soft lips on yours. how lovingly he can press a kiss on your skin and lips, his body molding into yours to punctuate his unspoken words. in this way, not only his kiss, but his whole prescence makes you tingle with love.

──── ⋆˚࿔ yeosang || surprise kisses

yeosang isn't usually the one initiating the kiss first. he does, from time to time, but it always surprises you when he randomly kisses your temple, or your cheeks, god bless you your lips out of nowhere. even after all these years being together, still feels like it's a surprise feeling him walking up next to you or hopping down on the couch just to give you a kiss. it makes him often realize how rarely he makes the first move. it often makes him angry too, and often all those kisses are originally from him being beaten up on silly things like this. you told him once - don't be silly, i don't mind making the first move! making sure to reassure him that it really doesn't bother you. but still, it makes him want to initiate more things in your relationship, giving you everything you deserve because he loves seeing you being flustered by his sudden actions.

──── ⋆˚࿔ san || the i love yous

whispering i love you between kisses is san's specialty. doesn't matter where you are, or the circumstances. you can either be mad at him for some reason, or be in stupidly in love with him. he doesn't care, because san always wants to let you know how much he loves you. there isn't a time where he doesn't say it, or shows it to you. during cuddling or walking on the street - stopping in midsentence just to kiss you on the lips. deep, and long, feeling his emotions bored into that one single kiss. he whispers i love you when he feels like going in for a second kiss, or saying i love you so fucking much when you are both lost in a heated shared kiss which leads into multiple one.

──── ⋆˚࿔ mingi || kisses from behind

given mingi's height is easy for him to only drop his head lower and press kisses either on your shoulders, or the side of your neck. he grabs the opportunity when he sees you standing with your back to him,either doing something in the kitchen or looking at something at a supermarket. he loves walking up behind you and snaking an arm, maybe both, around your waist to pull himself closer and kiss your skin. it often makes you shiver just from his touch, feeling him behind you and hugging you from behind as he can't seem to stop pecking your exposed skin. sometimes he even murmurs I love your perfume or i missed you so much after a long day of not seeing you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ wooyoung || flustered kiss

wooyoung often sneaks kisses here and there, pressing a quick kiss before leaving on your forehead or cheeks. it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that he always gives you a kiss before leaving. but when he's home with you and the air is a little hotter than it should be? woo can't help himself to disattach himself off of you, your perfume pulling him in every time for more kisses and cuddles. and because of this, it often leads him kissing his way up from your wrist all the way up to your collarbones and lastly your lips. he focuses on your lips so much that by the time you two pull away you have to fight for air. he feels proud when he sees your face all flustered and red, ears burning off under his stare as he murmurs cute under his breath.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jongho || palm kisses

he's the romantic type. even if he doesn't necesseraly shows it, he is. he thinks kissing your warm palm of your hand says more i love yous than any other kisses. pressing a long, meaningful kiss in the center of your palm, all the way to your fingertips and to your knuckles feels like he's trying to erupt all the butterflies in your stomach. and he does, because you are left with the deepest shade of red on your face and chest, seeing him smirking under his breath by how cute you are. it's not unusual that he does this, he's a gentleman at heart, but you can't ever get use to him being this flirty and affectionate when it's just the two of you. kudos if he does this little moves of his infront of his friends or family with a wink in your way, you know that you'll marry this man no matter what.

a/n: if you've gotten to this point of my event, thank you so much for reading! i hope everyone had a good time, i tried to go with a more suave feeling for valentine's. ik i had a lot of fun, thank you so much for the notes and reblogs!

taglist: @arunainluv @myraet @peterm4rker @chenlezip

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[yuansie]

ocean memories : why, then, did thy fall?

synopsis. desire is influenced by the impulsive need to have something in one's heart. desire is bad and it is dangerous—you learn this very being that was supposed to have a blessed bond with you, the being that was meant to protect you all.

pairing. rafayel x fem! non mc! reader

warnings. (implied) death, an argument somewhere in there, mentions of hatred, destruction (?), reader prays bc lemuria going through it oops 💔💔 if there is anything i'm missing, please let me know!

genres. angst

rating. pg-13

w/c. 2.1k

a/n. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYYYYYYYY this is my gift to you heh... not proofread. we die like them today I MEAN WHAT

YOU FOUND A HUMAN BOOK ON ONE OF YOUR IMPROMPTU VISITS TO THE SURFACE WHEN YOU WERE A TEENAGER, and it had described an interesting concept that fascinated you to no end: time for humans. to humans, time is precious for they don’t have a long lifespan. time can fly by fast for them before they know it. for lemuria, time goes by slowly. lemurians have longer lifespans, immortality making a day for a human seem like a hundred years to the ancient civilization.

yet time has flown by fast for you in these recent months.

perhaps it is because you do not speak to the god of tides anymore, or it is because of the appearance of his most devout follower.

when it was revealed that rafayel had taken a human to live in his temple, lemurians were baffled. you spoke to them in a calming voice, easing the worries that began to swim in their heads.

the attention the devout follower was receiving, the words being whispered about her, eventually reached rafayel. he appeared to them while you lead a prayer, revealing to them that she is his devout follower before leaving.

of course, you were left with the aftermath of a panicked lemuria, one that questioned the intentions of their god. you told them that it is a good thing, the appearance of the devout follower, for it means that he will soon be the sea god.

lemuria calms down, and you are left with a heavy heart.

“please, put the flowers at the base of the pillars,” you instruct, watching the lemurians helping you prepare the temple for the ceremony. “and have them go up and wrap around the pillars.”

“yes, divine priestess.”

you smile, glancing to your side. arabelle stands next to you, her attention elsewhere. you tuck her black hair behind her ear, making sure it won’t tangle itself with the string of the veil she wears around her mouth—the one you used to don when you were training to be the god of tides’ priestess. “what is on your mind?”

arabelle looks at you, her silver eyes hesitant. “…miss priestess.”

“yes?”

“why are you not with him? are you not his devout follower?”

are you not his devout follower? the words echo loudly in your head.

“…it is because i am his priestess,” you answer carefully. “i cannot be the devout follower for the ceremony for i am needed by both the temple and the people.”

a deep and vibrant blue taints her silver eyes, seeping into the irises until it is fully consumed. glowing, blue eyes stare into your widened ones.

“you are his most devout follower,” a voice rings out from arabelle’s throat, sounding like rafayel’s yet different. “you are the one with the most blessed bond with him, the only one chosen by the deep sea and sea god.”

you watch as silver slowly replaces the blue in her irises. arabelle frowns, “it should be you in the temple tomorrow, miss priestess.” she quickly waves her hands in a panicked manner, shaking her head. “not that i doubt the god of tides! it just makes more sense for you—” she stops, her gaze downcast as you chuckle.

“it is fine to have doubts,” you tell her, gently ruffling her hair. “just don’t let anyone hear of them.”

the bells ring, and you and the girl watch everyone inside the temple trickle out before the doors close. you hold out your hand, arabelle grabbing it, and lead her to the room you used to stay in when you were younger. your eyes rake around it, noting how it lost all of your quirks and now reflects arabelle’s personality. her desk is piled up with neatly stacked books and sea shells decorate her walls.

“you know where to find me if you need anything, right?” you ask by the door. arabelle nods as she takes off her veil, grinning at you. “then i wish you a goodnight.”

“goodnight, miss priestess!”

you make it down the hall before a familiar voice speaks up.

“i did not know that i appointed a new priestess.”

he emerges from the shadows of the corridor that leads to your room. you spare a glance at him before walking past him, merely letting out a huff. “is that so?”

the god of tides follows after you. “why did you not tell me?”

“i am busy,” you shrug. “after all, i have to prepare the temple and the citizens accordingly for the ceremony. it is only natural i take in a child in these… lively times.”

“but that child was not chosen by me.” there is exasperation in his tone, and it irks you. what is there for him to be annoyed at?

“did she have to?” you swivel around to face him and tilt your head to the side, your eyes slightly narrowed. “you are busy with… your own affairs, so it falls to me to make these decisions for the greater good of lemuria.”

dual toned eyes stare at you with a sort of emotion you can’t pinpoint. perhaps it is anger that swirls in his blue and pink irises. “you—”

“i do not have time for this,” you mutter, turning around and continuing your walk back to your room. “and neither do you.”

“but y/n—”

“priestess y/n,” you correct, stopping at the entrance of your room. you push the door open and pause, “it is priestess y/n, my lord.”

“my lord?” the god of tides repeats, baffled. “since when have you called me that? since when have we used titles?”

“i have realized that i have grown lenient,” you reply, taking a step into your room. with a deep breath, you continue, “you and i have grown lenient.”

“lenient?” he repeats. “why do you say that?”

“because a priestess should not be calling their god by first name. our relationship should not be what it is now.”

“what are you—”

you take another step inside, twisting around to face him. your heart pounds in your chest, painfully aching at the words you’ve uttered. yet, you do not back down. he chose this as soon as he brought forth the human as his devout follower, and you are finally drawing the line. you should’ve done it ages ago for your relationship was never supposed to grow to this extent.

there was always going to be a line separating the two of you, and you both chose to ignore it when you were younger. but you are older now, so you will finally address it.

“goodnight, my lord,” you say, slowly closing the door. “rest now, for the ceremony is tomorrow.”

there is a soft clicking sound the echoes quietly in the dark corridor as soon as the door closes.

there is a statue outside of the temple, one that the head of the village had commissioned to get done when you were a kid, of the god of tides. you kneel in front of it, eyes closed and your hands clasped tightly. you are tense and rigid, arabelle’s words repeating in your head like a broken record.

the sea god and his devout follower have gone to the surface.

you want to let out a bitter scoff, you want to roll your eyes to the back of your skull at his sheer audacity to do such a thing on this important day.

but you don’t.

you instead pray, but you don’t pray to the god of tides. no, you pray to the deep sea. you pray that today be blessed, that the ceremony would go smoothly.

there is a shift in the currents, the singing of the fishes of his arrival flows into your ears.

“the ceremony will begin now,” you mumble, eyes still closed. “go tell them. i will continue to pray.”

there is a shuffle next to you followed by running footsteps that soon fades away.

you sigh, shoulder slumping. let the ceremony go smoothly, you pray, give him the strength to do what must be done. you pray to the deep sea because you aren’t sure if he will do what has to be done.

a sudden chill falls on you like a blanket, making your eyes snap open. whalefall city is plunged in darkness, and the sea is silent until your ears pick up the panicked shouts of the lemurians. you rush into the city, finding everyone gathered at the bottom of the road that leads up to the temple.

“divine priestess! has the ceremony gone wrong?”

“what are we to do?”

“divine priestess, what is going on?”

“are we doomed?”

“my brethren,” you say softly, holding out an open hand. bright, blue swirls appear, rendering everyone silent. “you must stay calm. the ceremony is still ongoing. we—”

everyone screams and yells as the ground suddenly shakes, the sea growing violent as it sends currents everywhere.

“stay close to me!” you yell.

you’re about to fall onto the ground after another violent shake from the seafloor, yet the water holds you above the ground. the deep sea, despite its anger, is still looking after you.

but the same cannot be said for the rest.

much less for him.

because everyone gasps, their attention drawn to the crumbling sight of their beloved temple. your eyes are wide with shock.

the ceremony has—

the shaking stops and the sea is calm.

“miss priestess,” arabelle walks up to you, a slight tremble in her hands as she places it on your arm. “has the ceremony gone wrong?”

you don’t know what to say. “arabelle—”

“look!”

the sea god emerges from the rubble, holding onto a tiny flame that flickers dangerously so… the devout follower is nowhere in sight.

“the ceremony is a success!” someone shouts.

cheers erupt amongst the lemurians.

“the sea god is among us now!”

no, you think. he is not the sea god.

the ceremony was a failure, and he has doomed you all. it is just as the deep sea had told you: disaster.

the sea god disappeared, leaving whalefall city alone with the divine priestess of the deep sea. he has not appeared in many years, not even as the city plunges to the depths of the sea. he does not show his face when you help everyone evacuate the city, though you don’t go with them.

“must you stay here alone, miss priestess?”

arabelle now reaches your shoulders, having grown quite the bit over the years. you smile and ruffle her hair, “i must stay here and pray for everyone’s safety.”

“i can do that in your place!”

“you cannot,” you answer firmly. “as the divine priestess, i must stay here to pray in order to ensure everyone’s safety.” you sigh and grab arabelle’s shoulder, squeezing them softly. “arabelle, i chose you for a reason. you must lead them, help them build anew.”

the girl slowly nods. “i will do as you say, miss priestess.”

you smile wider, pushing her slightly towards the lemurians that wait for her. “go now.”

“miss priestess, will i… will i see you again?"

all you can do is continue to smile, “goodbye arabelle. may the deep sea protect you on this journey.”

you watch the lemurians leave their home until your eyes no longer can. that’s when you head to the ruins of the temple and watch with disdain at the crumbling statue of the person you used to love. you will the anger to go away, not wanting your last moments to be of hatred. no, you want your last moments to be filled with hope that the lemurians of whalefall city may build their new lives easily without trouble.

your eyes close when you start feel your tail grow lighter and how it travels up your body slowly. you mournfully sing goodbye to your people and to the sea you love so much, stopping to utter a final prayer to the deep sea.

“do not let me meet him again, oh deep sea,” you mumble. “i wish to not see him again.”

and then you’re gone, reduced to foam.

you’re gone and he heard you whisper your final words in the form of a prayer to the deep sea and not to him, making his chest feel like it is about to cave in.

you’re gone and he watched as you turned into sea foam, the color so alike to your hair that it makes him sick.

rafayel closes his eyes from where he is, letting out his final breath. what was the color of your hair before it had turned into the color sea-foam? he cannot remember.

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[crusty-chronicles]

Valentine's Day Special

Featuring HxH, YYh, and for a limited time Death Note

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Hunter x Hunter

Knov 👔👔👔👔👔

It's a hard no for him

He won't even entertain the thought

“You're not a worm.”

“But if I was, would you love me 🥺”

“No.”

“But what if-” and he cuts you off with a heavy sigh.

“I love you just the way you are. You're perfect. And if you want me to prove it to you, we'll go on a date right now. Anywhere, no matter how far or how expensive.”

He moves forward to cup your face sweetly.

“Is that a satisfactory answer, my dear.”

You can't help but take a little advantage of the situation. A cheeky grin on your face 

“You're taking a month long vacation with me.”

“So be it.”

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Kurapika ⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️

He has to do a double take first, letting the words process for a moment.

When he does, he rubs a hand to his temple.

“No.”

He's very much exhausted, so he doesn't take the question all that seriously.

Not like it was a very serious one to begin with.

But he notices you pouting after he gave his answer.

So he ends up laying his head on your lap when he gets the chance.

“I'd love you no matter what. You know that right?”

And the vulnerability of his confession makes your heart melt.

“I know. I was just being silly….But if you were a worm I'd still love you.”

You can hear him let out an amused huff.

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Kite🪁🪁🪁🪁🪁

Poor thing is so confused.

“No?” He said unsure.

He genuinely can't tell if you're being serious or not. 

And the last thing he wants is to make you upset from his answer 

But this isn't serious, it can't be. So if he answered you honestly, you shouldn't be mad.

He notices you trying to hide back your laughter seeing him struggle to formulate a proper answer.

He knows for sure then you're messing with him.

And he's embarrassed he gave it any thought at all.

“You're such a pain, you know that?” He tried to hide his flustered expression.

But you followed next to him persistently.

“You love me~”

He looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Not as a worm I won't.”

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Morel🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

He can't help but laugh at the question.

It's so bizarre. And he thinks he's getting too old for this crap.

But despite it, he humors you.

“You know what? Sure.”

“Really!?! You’re so sweet!!!”

The way your eyes light up almost makes him feel bad for his next choice of words.

Almost.

“Yeah. Good source of protein.”

You give his arm a swat with a glare.

“I take it back. You're a jerk.😠”

Before you can slip away, he's wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.

“You could've just asked me normally, you know.”

Asked if he loved you point blank and simple.

 “The answer's still yes by the way.”

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Ging🎣🎣🎣🎣🎣

He smiles at you, but it's not a lovey dovey soft one.

Oh no.

It's mischievous and playful.

Not a very good sign for you.

“I'd tie you to end of my fishing pole and use you as bait. Then when a fish tries to eat you, I'll pick it up and tell it to unhand my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

You can't help but facepalm at his very obvious attempt to get under your skin.

“You know what? Forget I asked.”

“What!?! You wanted to know!”

“You're supposed to say, ‘Of course I'd still love you. I'd love you in every life and every form.” 

“Ha! Screw all that sappy crap.”

You turned your head away from him and crossed your arms.

“C’mon. Don't be all mad. The fact that I'm here means I care about you.”

“Care?”

“I'm not gonna say it.”

You flash him and unimpressed look that makes him give in.

“Fine. I…Like …You.”

“Keep going.”

“The way…That … you are.”

“Was that so hard?”

“I'd rather tell my son where I am.”

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Leorio 🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺

He gives you a deadpanned look. One that says the answer should be obvious.

But in case it isn't, he explains anyway.

“Babe, you're the only one who's genuinely shown interest in me. If you think being a worm is gonna get you out of this relationship, you're dead wrong.”

You do your best to hide your smile.

“So it's a yes then?”

“I wouldn't care if you were a fly or a pile of crap. You're mine, you hear me!”

Maybe a little crude, but he gets his point across nevertheless.

You reward him with a smooch on the cheek. Watching in amusement as his face heats up.

“Oh stop, my beating heart!”

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Wing👓👓👓👓👓

It doesn't even take him a second to answer.

“Of course I'd still love you.”

You knew what he'd say, how could you not. But you wanted to tease him just a little.

“How would you even know it was me though?”

He looked in thought for a second, lighting up when he figured out his response.

“Your body language! You'd probably inch your way towards me, and I'd know.”

But he wasn't done there.

“I could pick you out in a sea of thousands even now. How would I not recognize you?”

You don't think you've ever been anymore in love.

Listening intently as he listed off everything he knew about you.

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Knuckle🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕

Now, he knows what he wants to say.

It'd be a yes obviously.

But he thinks about it. Really thinks about it.

You'd be so tiny. So fragile.

He didn't want to hurt you accidentally.

So he proposed something better. Much better if you might add.

“We could be worms together 👉👈”

He's so sweet, you think you might just melt.

“Of course we could be worms together.”

“Really? I'd fight off all the other worms so they'd know you were mine!”

“I'm sure you would, sweetheart.”

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Yu Yu Hakusho

Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

“No.”

You must think him a fool to ask something so ridiculous. 

He doesn't want to give it any thought at all. But you wouldn't give up so easily.

“What do you mean no!?!”

“Why the hell would I love a worm!?!”

And then he has to do a double take of what he just said.

“No, why the hell am I actually taking you seriously. Maybe I am a fool after all.” He grumbles under his breath.

Unaware of you beaming at him. That is, until he heard you speak.

“Because you love me 🥺 even as a worm.”

“I'll kill you.”

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Kurama 🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

He wants to say no, but he won't do it. 

He doesn't want to hurt your feelings.

And he knows you're not being serious anyway.

“Yes. I'd make a garden for you.”

“With roses?” You prompt.

“With roses. I'd make sure the soil has the perfect pH for you.”

He enjoys the playful smile on your lips. But he adores the softer ones even more.

“In all seriousness, I couldn't imagine my life being the same without you.” He starts before leaning his head against yours.

“I revere you. Regardless of what form you take in this life or the next.”

You reward him with a kiss, which he eagerly returns.

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Yusuke 💥💥💥💥💥

His answer honestly depends on what mood he's in. If he's in a really good mood, he'll give a small laugh. 

Calling you weird before answering honestly.

“Hell yeah! I'd put you in a cup and take you everywhere. Then if a bird tried to swoop down, I'd barbecue it for you!”

He means it, too.

He's already gone through hell and back to keep you safe.

If you think he'll love you any less because you were a worm, you'd be dead wrong.

“Aw babe, you'd fight for me even if I was a worm?”

He's all smiles describing the way he'd show off to defend you from threats.

Threats being frogs, lizards, birds, the occasional snot nosed brat.

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Jin 🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️

“A worm, huh? Aw. You'd be so tiny. But I'm afraid I'd lose ya. Flying about and all that.”

It's actually surprising he's giving it as much thought as he was. But it endears him to you all the same 

“You could tie me on a string.” You suggested.

He swoops you in a hug and swings you around.

“See? That's why I love you so much. You're so smart.”

“And you have a heart of gold. My sweet boy,” you coo.

You can see his ears start twitching, a telltale sign he's happy.

“So you'd still love me then?” You ask once more.

“I'd love ya even if you were as gross as Bakken. And that's saying somethin.”

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Death Note

L 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰

He doesn't spare you a second glance from the computer screen in front of him. 

“Why do you always ask the most ridiculous of questions?”

“So you wouldn't love me if I was a worm?”

“No.”

🥺

He can tell you're pouting.

At last tearing his gaze away from the brightness of the screen in front of him.

He can see your somewhat dejected posture.

And if you're upset, you're not focused. Which means he's not focused. The effect you have on him is strange. 

It's something he both hates and likes.

“Is this one of those questions lovers ask each other when they're seeking out validation? Or do you want me to prove my devotion through words?”

 “Maybe.”

He gives out a small sigh before speaking.

“Fine then, I'll play along. Yes I'd love you if you were a worm.”

“Liar. I know you don't mean it.”

“You're right I don't. Anyways-”

You think that's the end of that. That he won't give the interaction a second thought.

You were wrong.

He leaves a piece of strawberry cake by your bedside the next morning.

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Ryuk 📓📓📓📓📓

“What's that?”

You show him a picture of one.

“Oh? Ew gross.”

“What do you mean gross ☹️”

“Yeah no. You're on your own. I'd probably step on you for fun.”

He's laughing at you, so you decide to spite him.

“You know what? No apples for a month.”

“Wait!!!!! Of course I'd love you as a worm. Worms look delicious.”

“Now you're making it weird.”

“Well whaddya want me to say?!?!”

“Something normal???”

“Well I ain't normal. I’m a god. The only things I love unconditionally are apples.”

“Fine. Would you still love me if I was an apple?"

He actually gives it thought for a few seconds.

“I'd do my best not to eat you. But we both know you wouldn't last five seconds. So I guess I'd still love you. Probably more than I do now.”

“Hey!!!!! 👹👹👹”

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Misa 💅💅💅💅💅

“Oh my gosh! YESSSS!”

She genuinely gets so excited by the question.

“Only if you'd love me back if I were a worm.”

The two of you start feeding off of each other's encouragement.

“We could make a heart!”

“And live in our own little soil house 🥺🥺🥺”

“Babe!!!! We could wear cute little leaf outfits!!!!”

“And match!!!!!!!!!!”

“We'd be the most fashionable, cutest worms to ever exist!”

“We'd totally be a power couple!!!!”

Y'all are just giggling with each other, planning out your worm future.

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An: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!

[umikawa]

a/n: omg ANOTHER senku fic?? Sedate me. I went off topic in this fic and didn’t even try to redeem myself so 🙏 writing Stanley next, wish me luck

senku ishigami x gn!reader | no warnings, set at the end of the village origins arc. 970 wc. Lot of dialogue cause that’s just how I roll (｀_´)ゞ

Senku was tired. 

Thoughts raced in his mind at a mile a minute, never-ending and constantly sprouting. On paper, he was sure it’d mimic the nervous system. Each thought that crossed his mind bothered him to no bounds, leading him to sleepless nights where he would devise plans for any situation that could happen. 

Like how to handle animal attacks like the one with Taiju in the beginning. What to do if there were (somehow) a fish shortage. What the plan was if an unknown settlement comes suddenly to raid the village. What to do if the Tsukasa empire decides to take action first…

For once (more than he’d admit), thinking made his head hurt. A groan leaves his lips as he holds his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in an attempt to soothe himself. 

“Another late night?” 

He turns around slowly, watching with parted lips as you approach him, a tray with two steaming cups in your hands. “Yeah.” Is all that he can come up with, mouth running dry. He can’t remember the last time he stopped to have a drink.

“You know, for someone as knowledgeable as you, I’d hoped you know that sleeping can be very beneficial to your health.” Senku chuckles at your words, gratefully taking the cup of tea from your hands. “What’s got you so worked up?” 

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, taking a long sip to mask his uncertainty. “I'm just thinking about how this whole thing will play out.” It’s not a lie; he is worried about how everything will go, but it isn’t what he hoped to say. Though, he isn’t too sure what he wanted to say in the first place. 

You hum, leaning against the edge of his workbench. Your eyes trail over the mess of scribbles on the papers in front of him to the notable bags under his eyes. “Have faith,” Senku nearly rolls his eyes. “Believe in your comrades, and everything will fall into place.” 

He nearly jumps out of his skin at the feeling of your hand holding onto his chin, blinking up at you with wide eyes as you tilt his chin. “You should rest, Senku. A general can’t lead an army with only a wink of sleep.”

He laughs to himself, shutting his eyes as he pulls away from your warm touch. “I know.” Is all he responds with. He knows you're right, but he goes back to the drawing board anyway, ignoring the irregular beating in his chest. “You can go.” 

His tone held no malice or annoyance at the blatant dismissal, his words gentle as he cast a glance your way. You’d walked away from the table, standing behind him now, likely to aid him in his next endeavor. 

Once again, Senku jolts at the feeling of your touch. Your arms wrap around his waist from behind, your head pressed in the space between his shoulder blades, and your fingers clutch the fabric of his tunic. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks. Voice strained to keep himself from shouting or worse– trembling.

“Come to bed, Senku.” You’d whispered, pulling on his tunic gently. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as the slightest bit of annoyance builds up. 

Not with you, with himself for ignoring his health to the point you were concerned. 

“Alright.” He sighs, turning around in your hold. You weaken your grip the slightest. Senku wonders if you thought he’d run away if otherwise. “Don’t worry, I won’t run.” 

“You’d better not, " you mumble, releasing him fully. Your hand slips into his, fingers intertwining in place. He felt like they were meant to fit together. Senku quirks a brow. “Just in case. Though I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to get very far with your… stamina.”

He rolls his eyes, allowing you to lead him out of the lab. Twigs and dirt crunch under your steps as you approach his hut. His eyes trailed around the village, and a part of him was praying that no one was awake to see you and him together. 

Not that anything was wrong with that– it’d just be another annoyance he’d have to deal with. 

Senku blinks down at your intertwined hands. When was the last time he held hands with someone? Did he ever? A flash of Byakuya crosses his mind, and a smidge of sadness crosses his face at the thought–right, when they went to see fireworks. 

He figures the look was still etched on his face when you entered his hut. Your hand comes to his face, thumb brushing over his knitted brows. He ignores the touch, his eyes lifting to meet yours. 

Instead of asking him what was wrong, as he thought you would, you wordlessly pulled him into you, fingers carding into his hair and ruffling it around. He groans out a noise of protest, frowning at the wide smile on your face.

“There’s something wrong with you,” he says, rolling his eyes when you pinch his cheeks. “Ten billion percent.” You don’t say a word in response, only messing his hair up even more until it falls in front of his eyes. “You’re weird.”

You scoff at the insult, pinching his chin. “Yeah? And what are you, normal?” He nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re the craziest guy in this village, Senku. I assure you.” He chuckles at your words, and only then does he realize what you’ve done for him. 

Tore him away from his work, successfully relieving him of his stress and calming his mind. 

Except his mind wasn’t calm, and a million thoughts swarmed his head the second he locked eyes with you again. Did you always make his heart race when you looked at him?

And when did you get so… pretty?

[batboysanonymous]

Man, Am I the Greatest

Cassian x Reader

Summary: She poured every piece of herself into him—every breath, every moment, every sleepless night spent making sure he was okay. But as Cassian thrived, as the world worshipped him, Y/N was left with the aching realization that maybe, just maybe, loving him would be the thing that destroyed her.

Based on the song: THE GREATEST by Billie Eilish

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I'm trying my best

To keep you satisfied Let you get your rest While I stayed up all night

Y/N sat at the edge of their shared bed, arms wrapped around her legs as she listened to the sound of Cassian’s breathing. Deep. Steady. Peaceful. The kind of rest he deserved after long days of training, after endless war councils, after the burden of command pressed so heavily on his shoulders.

She had stayed up to wait for him, like always. Hours passed, candlelight burning low, until exhaustion pressed her eyes shut—but she never truly slept. Not when she knew he would come home aching, wings sore, muscles strained.

So she took care of him. As she always did.

The moment he crossed the threshold earlier that night, she had guided him to the bath, washed the dirt from his skin, traced the scars that whispered stories of all the times he’d nearly left her. Then she had held him until he was ready to sleep, her fingers smoothing over his hair, his back, his wings.

Cassian was everything. He was the heartbeat of Velaris, the force that held their world together.

And Y/N?

She was just the one making sure he didn’t fall apart.

And you don’t wanna know

How alone I’ve been Let you come and go Whatever state I’m in, ah

The sun rose too soon.

Y/N felt the emptiness beside her before she even opened her eyes. The sheets were still warm where Cassian had slept, but he was already gone.

Again.

She pulled the blankets tighter around her, forcing herself to breathe through the ache in her chest.

Cassian had never meant to make her feel like this.

He loved her—she knew that. He kissed her softly when he had time, murmured his affections when he remembered. He pulled her into bed after long nights and whispered You’re my mate. My everything.

But love alone had never been enough to stop loneliness from creeping in.

Because Cassian didn’t see the way her hands shook when she reached for him at night, needing comfort more than she dared to admit. He didn’t notice the way her ribs ached from exhaustion, from skipping meals because her priority had always been him.

She could be bleeding, breaking, drowning right in front of him, and he wouldn’t realize—because she never let him.

Because she had trained herself to be unshakable. Unbreakable.

And he had come to expect that of her.

Man, am I the greatest

My congratulations All my love and patience All my admiration

By the time Cassian returned that evening, Y/N had already made dinner. It wasn’t much, just something to keep him strong, to make sure he had what he needed.

She hadn’t eaten yet.

The door swung open, and there he was, armor dusted with dried blood, his hair windblown from the flight home.

She didn’t ask if he was okay. She already knew the answer.

“Long day?” she murmured, stirring the soup she wasn’t sure she had the energy to eat.

Cassian sighed as he removed his boots, stretching his arms over his head. “You have no idea.”

No, I do. Because I’ve spent every second worrying about you.

He walked past her, pressing a kiss to her temple, but it was quick. Distant.

Like she was just another part of his routine.

And gods, she wished she didn’t care.

Cassian sat down, diving into the meal she made, and Y/N just watched him.

She wondered if he had ever once considered how much she gave to him. If he knew how deeply she loved him. If he realized how much of herself she had let wither away just to keep him standing.

Would he even notice if she stopped?

She wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

All the times I waited

For you to want me naked Made it all look painless

The bedroom was dimly lit when Cassian finally joined her.

Y/N was already curled beneath the sheets, her back to the door, pretending to sleep.

She felt the bed dip as he slid in beside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder.

It should have made her melt.

But all it did was make her want to cry.

Because she had waited—gods, she had waited—for him to see her, to reach for her the way she always reached for him.

And every time, it felt like too little, too late.

Cassian’s lips trailed down her neck, his hand slipping under the blanket. “Missed you today,” he murmured against her skin.

Did you?

She almost said it.

Almost shattered the fragile illusion that had kept them together all this time.

But instead, she turned in his arms, let him kiss her, let him touch her. Let herself believe—if only for tonight—that this was enough.

I, I loved you

And I still do Just wanted passion from you Just wanted what I gave you

Y/N stood by the window, staring at the city below, at the stars above.

Cassian was still asleep.

For once, she hadn’t stayed beside him, hadn’t let him anchor her to a place where she felt so unseen.

She wasn’t sure how she had let it get this far.

She loved him—gods, she loved him—but love was supposed to be seen. Love was supposed to be felt.

And Cassian… he had gotten so used to her being there, to her giving without asking, that he had never considered she might need something, too.

Her heart clenched, and she pressed her palm against her chest, as if she could hold herself together.

She wasn’t sure she could keep living like this.

She wasn’t sure Cassian would even notice if she left.

And that—more than anything—was what broke her.

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[bitchinbarzal]

We’re a team | J Middleton

summary: your five year old has a genius plan to get her parents back together.

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You weren’t sure when the shift had happened, but things with Jake had become tense. It wasn’t just the natural awkwardness of co-parenting with your ex—the man you’d once envisioned forever with—but something deeper.

It started subtly. Jake showing up to drop Jade off with a frown, responding to your polite questions with clipped answers. You figured it was hockey stress or exhaustion from travel, but then you noticed it was mutual. You’d catch yourself rolling your eyes at his texts, your patience wearing thin whenever he questioned something about Jade’s schedule.

And then there were the accusations.

“You don’t think I should be spending as much time with her?” he had snapped one evening as you tried to wrangle Jade into her jacket.

You blinked “What? I never said that”

“Jade told me you think she should be with you more. That I’m too busy with hockey to be a proper dad”

Your stomach dropped “Jake, I would never say that”

“Well, she didn’t pull it out of thin air” he shot back, the hurt clear in his eyes.

It had spiraled from there. The next week, you picked Jade up and she asked “Mommy, why don’t you want Daddy to have a girlfriend?”

You nearly choked “Excuse me?”

“Daddy said you got really mad that he was dating someone” she continued, swinging her legs happily.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel “When did I say that?”

Jade shrugged “You just did”

You tried to brush it off, but irritation simmered in your chest. And when you saw Jake at drop-off the next day, you didn’t hesitate.

“I don’t care who you date” you told him, your tone sharper than you intended.

Jake’s brows furrowed “What?”

“I don’t know what you’ve been telling Jade, but she said—”

“I didn’t say anything to her!” he interjected, throwing his hands up “She told me you were the one saying stuff about me!”

The argument escalated, voices rising in the entryway as Jade sat quietly in the middle, her head ducked.

Finally, you sighed, rubbing your temples “What is going on?”

And then, a small voice broke through the tension.

“I lied”

Both of your heads whipped toward Jade.

She looked down at her hands, swinging her little legs “I lied” she repeated softly “I just… I wanted you and Daddy to like each other again”

Silence.

Jake knelt in front of her “Baby, what do you mean?”

Jade sniffled “You don’t laugh with each other anymore. You don’t hug. I thought… if you got mad, then maybe you’d talk more. And then you’d want to be together again”

Your heart clenched.

You crouched beside Jake “Oh, sweetheart” you murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Jake’s expression was pained as he cupped the back of Jade’s head “You don’t have to do that, okay? Mommy and I both love you so much. We’re always going to be a team for you, even if we aren’t together anymore”

Jade sniffled “But I miss you both”

Jake glanced at you, something unreadable in his expression. It had been so easy to focus on the friction between you two, but in doing so, you’d missed the way it affected Jade.

You took a deep breath, softening “We’ll work on being better, okay?”

Jade hesitated, then nodded.

Jake shot you a look, a silent agreement passing between you.

That night, after tucking Jade in, you lingered at the door “Maybe we can be better about this” you admitted “Less fighting. More talking”

Jake exhaled, running a hand through his hair “Yeah. I’d like that”

And for the first time in a long time, the tension felt like something you could mend.