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|| Mia & Ryden ||
“Movin’, huh.” Ryden nodded in acknowledgement of Mia’s announcement as he sat across from her at the Den, steering clear of the back of the bar counters because it was not his shift today and the temperamental coworker and fellow packmate currently holding it literally chased him out, not allowing him to work on his day off. So instead of drinks, cleanup and managing cash registry, Ryden amused himself with a packet of gummy worms, sticking his hand into the baggie to pluck out a few wiggling, soft treats. He popped them into his still chewing mouth, his previous mouthful not swallowed yet, expression contorting as the first wave of fresh flavor hit him. “Oof. Sour.” But he chewed despite it, persisting on even though he complained.
“Need any help?” He offered, words muffled by chewing, Mia rudely not offered some of the gummy worms because Ryden rarely shared his food, even when it was something as stupid as candy. “With the move, I mean. M’sure sum o’the pack might not have nothin’ better t’do. Might as well make ‘um useful for a change.” He offered with a casual shrug of powerful shoulders, fine by him whether Mia refused or accepted.
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He had expected scorn - harsh words even, and the question of how long he’d been here in town sounded almost like it was spat out at him, like a bad taste ejected from the mouth. It didn’t move him, he was anticipating hostile treatment because he knew the younger vampire well enough. Or rather, he knew who J.C had been. Did he expect change, perhaps almost as much as he himself had changed? No, not really. But he did expect the worst - that he was hated now, forgotten in all other aspects but the hate felt towards him, that years upon years apart had created an abyss between them so wide that no power in this world would be able to cross it. After all, it was proven that timing was everything. Duncan had failed to return when J.C had needed him the most. He was centuries too late. Nothing would redeem him. So why even try?
But then again, one question did nag on the old vampire’s mind. If he thought there was no salvation to any remnant of fondness there might be again between him and Jean Claude, then why did he return to Greywood when he found out he was there? Duncan couldn’t honestly answer this question, even to himself. Because he didn’t yet know.
As much as he tried to dwell on that puzzle, solve it for himself and deliver some closure to this unresolved old ache, it remained incurable, terminal. Perhaps it was a force of habit, like acting human even though he was not. He’d been searching for Jean Claude for so long that even when he’d found him, he still felt like he was looking for him, kept looking for him, postponing the discovery. Perhaps because he knew how this would go. That he would be cursed and questioned, asked to leave or to never reveal himself again. And then, like in an endless loop, came the question again - why was he doing this? He did not know.
The use of the nickname, so tender and sweet once, tugged on strings that had not been played in forever. It vibrated in him, the feeling this voice and those words brought back, like an echo in an empty cave, like a single tune in a perfectly silent place. Duncan no longer felt, not like before, when he was closer to humanity than to eternity. But there it was, a ripple of something he no longer was, reminding him of how he had been. For a moment everything in Duncan tensed, just like strings on a violin, played by long, loving fingers. And then it was snuffed out, like a candle, sizzling back to cold darkness without a flicker of light.
“A week. More or less.” He answered the easy question, delaying his response to the hard one. “I was… severely delayed.” Because what else could he say? He doubted Jean Claude had time for a story as long as his, where every excruciating moment was a crawl from the bowels of Hell to return to him. He crawled for so long that at some point, all that remained was that road out of the Hell, nothing more.
he didn't know what reaction he expected. more, maybe? like that their meeting again would inspire some greatness in him akin to stars falling from the sky or meteors crashing holes through planets, a revelation that would simply solve years upon years of nursed heartache and abandonment. duncan's reply didn't, voice flat as if they were simply old friends who had a soured relationship, not -
not all that shared history. all those moments, that closeness, the sheer amount of love that had made jean-claude feel drunk and high at the same time. it was difficult to reconcile those memories he held so dear with that man sat in-front of him, calling him melodramatic. there had always been a seriousness to his sire but - j.c had known how to carefully tease a smile, a lightness out of him he had grown to adore so much.
none of that was there now, where hands had held the portrait they curled up to his chest as if to steady a heart which thumped no longer. as if he had been burned by the mere sight of him.
"what - " no words came, not smart enough or witty enough because it had been years. tens of hundreds of years since he looked upon duncan and a part of him had forgotten what he sounded like, what certain features looked like and god he wanted to - approach. cup that face map it out so the things he remembered were properly fleshed out.
"how...how long have you fucking been here?" avoiding me. how long have you been avoiding me in the town where i've made my own? how long have you been avoiding me outside of opulence. did you know i died? did you know you left me to die? did you even care do you even care do i even matter to you did i ever matter to you?
all thoughts, worries, fears that demanded answers. real answers.
"why...you didn't come back, ma chauve-souris,"
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I finished reading "Don't Ask Forever" by Joyce Bova. I devoured 490 pages in just 2 days T.T (I stayed awake until 4AM for 2 days and get up to work at 9, lol)
I was reading it for free on the internet but ended up buying the kindle version because I know I want to give it a re-read in the future.
My favourite funny bit is probably when Joyce complained it's too cold and Elvis complained he was burning hot when they were sleeping, turned out the remote control for the electric blanket they were using are tangled, so Joyce controlled Elvis' blanket temperature and vice versa. It took some time for them to figure out the main issue and untangled the cable. At the end they went downstairs to the kitchen, checked the fridge, to got something to eat. Out of all food, Elvis chose ice cream, in the winter.
I can just picture it in my head. And I love it because it makes Elvis more.. human. Even "The King" had issue with blanket sometimes.
Compared to Elvis & Me by Priscilla, I love Joyce's book more because there's no sugar-coating in it, it's more honest, and I can feel the distress, the happiness, the love, the sadness, that she was feeling at that time. And I love the way she observed things about Elvis and his surroundings.
My favourite quote:
"... His mysterious doctors and their miracle cures operated there. It was where those drastic mood swings originated, so unpredictable that I was left to wonder if I could ever truly know him, if there even was a true Elvis left to know."
Sorry for rambling, I still can't move on from the bittersweet ending, the angst, the romance, everything. 💕
Oh, the complexity of loving Elvis Presley 😩
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Brunch || Minho & Oliver
Minho liked his meals fancy so when asked to meet for one, he picked the best the Town Center could offer, a restaurant with class and charm and a glass-enclosed garden one could sit in and enjoy the garden ambient even during autumn or winter days, with tables surrounded by potted plants and green unbothered by the chilly November air because they were warm and cozy in the heated space. Even with all the patio heaters strategically placed around the area, each guest would get an option to choose a colorful, plush blanket to take to their cushioned seats and use to get even more comfortable and toasty while enjoying their orders.
Minho was already there, lounging in a comfortable wicker chair drawn up to the table he chose to take up, idly scrolling through his phone with a distant little smirk on his pump lips, apparently entertained by what he saw on the screen. He was already sipping on a bubbly mimosa and sweet tart margarita mix, having asked to be brought extra candied cherries on the side to go with it. Of course he’d also chosen to take a blanket, and it now covered his lap and legs, giving the entire experience a very homely feel. Cinnamon rolls, pancakes, avocado toast, eggs Benedict and other brunch-appropriate delicacies had already been brought up without him asking for them, someone having recognized his celebrity status and decided to go above and beyond to make this experience as enjoyable as possible. Rightfully so, because photos have already been taken of the restaurant’s trademark garden as well as the food on the table and posted online in real time, shared with the world through positive captions on Minho’s part. For now. He was a fickle customer and could at any point find faults with this experience. What he may consider as just a brief annoyance posted online just to vent it, his followers may take it as serious criticism of the place’s hospitality and menu. The staff inside was sweating.
But all Minho was really interested in was to have a nice little meetup with a friend. Everything else was just passing time until the said friend arrived.
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Perhaps because it was later in the evening, and her lights along with the rest of the home are put out by now. Whatever it was that drew Marlo to the princess' room this time, she seemed prepared for it. "You ripped my dress?" Hibiko stepped out the closet once she heard him enter, quick to make the accusations known as she tossed the garment at him. Not that it made it very far, but it's presence was clear. There didn't seem to be care for the time from an ever cautious princess, her voice uncharacteristically raised. She was angry, confused, vexed.
"What, you saw it and thought if you sucked in your gut hard enough, you would fit?" Yelling at the taller man, far more animated with her speech than usual. "Do you know how embarrassing that was for me to see that when getting dressed? Maids talk, Marlo!" An almost crack in her voice, unused to the strain. "It only takes the two that come in the morning for it get back to my mother by the end of the day, insisting I should update my measurements. You shouldn't have put me in the position to have to lie for you! A doctor would be here in a matter of hours to treat me for poisoning or something if I had said that this stupid dog-man comes to bother me every so often and apparently tries on my clothes when I'm not looking."
If he stepped closer, she was just as reactionary and step back. Pointing a finger at him, as if he would dare try and pass the blame, "You owe me an apology: for abusing my trust," she started counting in her fingers, "for not telling me, for the embarrassment I created for having to ask the dress maker to fix your mistake." There was more, but she stopped; she couldn't think of any other reasons, just knew they existed.
A heavy sigh like she tired herself out, looking down at the victim of Marlo's carelessness still on the floor. Seeming to notice something, Hibiko's face softened, then morphed to sadness, a tonal shift in her voice taking a familiar whine. "Oh my god, you ruined the cute flowers at the neckline too?" ((you can't just put this in my head and expect nothing from it)
@royaletiquette
The moment he had heard the dramatic rip of the dress, he had understood that he was fucked. While he was so detached to material things in general, he knew that it wasn’t the case with most humans and especially not Hibiko. Sharing was truly not their nature, and the more they had money and privilege, and the less they were inclined to give what they could to those who might need it. Even for the basic things, they were so reluctant, watching with disgusted eyes those who couldn’t even have food or decent clothes. It was a notion that Marlo couldn’t understand, this lack of love and help for another being in need; weren’t they all from the same species? Why then, were they so attached to things that wouldn’t last?
Hibiko was furious, and Marlo could only listen to her plea with his ears flipped against his skull, each wave feeling like a stab in his heart. He only wanted to try out her dress! She had dozens of them in her wardrobe, and some of them she had worn just once! ONCE! How could she be so heartless? Marlo huffed and crossed his arms, vexed as well to be scolded for something so shallow. He was shallow himself, but still! That was unnecessary! All that drama! He felt that he wanted to cry, and surely, he was close enough to let a sudden waterfall of tears fall down his wet eyes.
BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T LOVE HIM! SHE DIDN’T WANT TO SHARE!
He gasped in front of the audacity of her plea!
“Heavens! Everyone talks all the time; you just have decided to make a fuss about it but it’s only a dress! You have so many of them! Do you know how many people outside of your precious castle can’t even see what you call a doctor?” Marlo eventually answered, as he didn’t want to apologize, AT ALL! She truly had never grasped the way she would be forever stalked and judged by them? She was the constant subject of their gossip, and yet, she was blaming him! She would be their target! He only wanted to protect her and love her! And well okay… Perhaps testing her clothes… “None of them wants your happiness anyway! Whether you decide to rip a dress, to gain weight, to dance the way you want, or to eat food, you would be despised nonetheless because they all want to control you! And you let them! You always let them crush what YOU want! It’s sad! I hate it!”
He was very much furious but he knew that he should have said something rather than trying to hide it. He had observed that she was very materialistic, but he had never tried to echo with that. She was sensitive, perhaps childish yes, but at least she was the only one he could rely on in this world. Marlo looked back at her, his heart squeezed within his chest when he saw how much she was disappointed.
“I still have my magic…” Marlo said, moving his feet around like a scolded kid, but still in the mood to please her. Because if he didn’t have her anymore, then his heart would be forever broken. “I can fix it, if you want.” He observed her from the corner of his eyes, feeling those ugly tears slowly invading them. “Because… Because I don’t want to lose you!” He eventually whimpered and kneeled in front of her.
“I don’t want to hurt you either…” He looked back at her and sniffed. “I’m sorry…”
#; royaletiquette#⌇infernal trickster and master of enigmas ( 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 | ic )#⌇a sassy comedy ( 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 | historical verse )#⌇a disastrous royal affair ( 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 / 𝙃𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙤 )#; LMAO broadcasting a live drama on the dash#; I'm sorry it took me forever to answer this but I wanted it to be perfect#; Marlo is just going to FULL petty to full sorry fgsdyf#; he's sensitive T.T
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“Sofia.” Corey greeted in return as he approached the trailer which Sofia and Roman now called home, some hiking gear on his person because this location was still within Hollowed Forest’s ground and Corey was aware that his age allowed him to take fewer chances when he walked out for a longer time on his own. If this were a bigger city even going off into an unknown neighborhood might prove troublesome for the older man now. What if his poor back started acting up from all the walking around? Unlikely to get that bad but better safe than sorry.
However, his cheerful smile to see the young siren well and in good spirits despite the entire situation did falter a little when she made her joke, the man feeling a little awkward about it. Call him old-fashioned but even when Roman worked at the strip club and managed to pull Corey in with him to hang out - as he always managed to make Corey do what he otherwise definitely would not if not for Roman - he always sat with his back turned to the dancing podiums with the poles, very uncomfortable with seeing nudity in public in that sort of a setting. It was so very not Corey’s scene, even a bit.
So, it was hard not to connect the joke of seeing a mermaid exhibit and charging for it to what Sofia was doing for a living and also charging for it. In both cases, she was scantly clad and on display for other people’s viewing pleasure. Corey would never disrespect her work but as he did not believe himself to be the target audience for it due to personal preferences and choices, he just felt awkward with the joke. He tried not to let it show though. “Ah, no, I could never, Roman might have a thing or two to say about me ogling at his significant other’s tail. Besides, I have a different opinion on how people should enjoy the beauty of nature and exhibits are not the way.” He explained, hoping that this would make sense to the young woman and would not insult her, since that was far from his intention. He knew she was just younger and much more free-spirited than him, whereas he was old and outdated. It was not her fault he couldn't keep up.
“I notice you are in great spirits! Glad to see that.” He smiled down at the woman, keeping close to the pool she was in.
⌝. "Corey!" Sofia announced gleefully as she moved from one side of the cheap above ground pool to the other, blue plastic swaying as she did but remaining held up by white piping. Her long tail on display within the water, made up of orange and purple mostly, complimented by white and navy, all flowing and floating. While Sofia would have never put being a siren onto anyone else she did like her tail, was rather proud of how beautiful it was, how it complimented her.
⌝ "You can to see the mermaid exhibit," she played as her hands grabbed the edge of the pool, pushing her up and revealing she was wearing a bikini, despite normally just allowing the scales on her chest and the gills at her ribcage to speak for themselves. Sofia didn't want Nova bringing Lucas by and accidentally catching his step mum topless so she was being safe.
⌝ "Usually I'd charge you but friends and family discount I'll let you observe me for free," the woman continued to joke. Perhaps a coping mechanism she was using all too much as of late, with how upset everyone else was.
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hi hun i hope you're doing well :)
may i request levi x fem reader with mikasa and eren relationship but the reader is his quiet assistant who's always besides him
please take your time (>3(*_*) ♡
a/n; my love!! this is such a good idea, considering i love eren and mikasa's dynamic (+ their tragic love story gets me every time T.T) and applying it to levi's relationship is interesting to imagine. so sorry this took forever for me to come out with this, uni and the hells of adulting has been kicking my ass lately – but it's so good to be back!! i hope you enjoy <3
*side note; i'm gonna do this in hc format since i'm not too sure how to create a fic out of this if you don't mind. i put my little twist on this too ><*
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Okay for one, Levi is VERY protective of you, in and out of the office. Doesn't matter the time of day, if something is wrong, he knows exactly where to be at the right time.
Anyone giving you a hard time about your quiet demeanor during a meeting? He's quick to speak on your behalf knowing how hard it can be for you to voice out your opinions/thoughts.
But it's not to say that he tries to encourage you to get out of your comfort zone a bit in his own, uniquely levi way. He'll give you a reassuring squeeze of your hand when you find yourself choking up during a discussion or give you a gentle pep talk behind closed doors when you find yourself curled up on his lap during after hours.
"It's okay to speak up about how you feel, you do know that right Y/n?" he whispers with a tender caress of his hand against your cheek down to your jaw.
You nod against him, tracing patterns in the hardness of his defined pectoral, voice slightly muffled but coherent, "Yeah, it's just... hard sometimes and i feel like i shouldn't even be a higher up if i can't do these simple things."
It was frustrating for you at times, but Levi always remained patient.
Tilting your chin up with two of his fingers, he keeps his gaze firm as he his eyes bored into yours, "Don't beat yourself up too much over it okay? It's not something that you can just fix overnight, it takes time and that's okay. I'm right by your side always and I'm so damn proud of how far you've come."
You felt yourself smile and ease at the thought that perhaps, it wasn't all bad. It was going to be okay.
And just as Levi thought, you improved immensely with your confidence that you'd even catch yourself off guard with how surprising it was
Hell, it even got to a point of you defending Levi in every verbal disagreement you'd find yourselves in.
"Don't speak so lowly to Levi like that. Know your place." you say with a dark frown that drew upon your face.
Levi on the other hand, was utterly speechless to see how much you've changed within the span of a few months and he was more than happy to welcome this new side of you.
'That's my girl,' Levi thought to himself as you regarded him with that sweet, sweet smile that melted him into a puddle every time.
You were his precious gem that he would protect, always.
#chaloveslevi#༊*·˚ chalovesyou !!#shitrambles#levi ackerman#captain levi#levi heichou#aot#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#snk imagines#levi scenarios#levi snk#aot levi#levi ackerman fluff#canonverse#levi ackerman x reader#levi x y/n#i hope this was okay TT it's been a while since i've typed something up on here so please be gentle with me#i love you guys thank you for being patient!!#sfw
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hi saint this isn’t an ask about olal but of wastelands, so my question is if yn was the one that turned into a z instead of suna, how would have he reacted to it and what would he have done after yn turned (like would he have the heart to kill her or get bitten by her just to be in the afterlife together)
Anonymous said
the nostalgia over wastelands hits hard 😩 I remember the journey and the pain when the series was still ongoing, it was amazingly painful 😔✊
Anonymous said
Okay so idk if you answered this around the time you wrote wastelands but do we know if the dynamic between 'samu and yn changed? bc we know he looks after her due to rin's dying wish, so is he kinda like the father figure of yn's child? I'm just curious about how their lives changed after rin's dea- 😷 I still haven't accepted it bye😭😭💔
Anonymous said
HIIII SAINT!!! THIS IS OLD BUT NEVER TO ME, ITS STILL FRESH IN MY MIND. I read WASTELANDS LAST YEAR AUGUST AND READ IT AGAIN TODAY MORNING AND MY HEARTS BROKEN!!!! LEMME JUST TELL YOU HOW ITS ONE OF THOSE FICS WHERE YOU COULD NEVER FORGET IT EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO. ITS LIKE TATTOOED IN MY BRAIN AND yeh, I’ve been crying ever since. You broke my heart, crushed it further into million pieces and made me watch it. AND I THANK YOU FOR THAT/gen😭😭This fic is beautifulllll
Anonymous said
I JUST FINISHED WASTELANDS IK IM LATE BUT FUCK THAT WAS SO GOOD YOURE AMAZING (Currently sobbing my ass off right now but the way you write your angst is honestly just beautiful.)
Anonymous said
hi i just discovered wastelands and omg that shit put me through so many emotions that i had to stop functionally for a solid hour cos i could not sleep omg, this is the best sunarin fic i have ever read T.T thank you for your works
Anonymous said
omg i just watched all of us are dead and it gave me massive flashbacks of when you were writing wastelands - lmaoo u were so ahead of your time ‼️
Anonymous said
helllooo i just finished reading wastelands after i stumbled upon the commission fanart of suna. and omg the amount of tears and joy and all the different emotions i went thru while reading the entire series in one sitting, the way you wrote it was soooo good i was at the edge after every chapter, suna's letter made me SOB SOOO HARD, i had a withdrawal with life when suna died T.T and it also made me think that if there was a zombie apocalypse now i would never have a lover like rin around and would be killed off by the first hour. wastelands was sooo freaking good, can't believe im like a year late to this fic !
Anonymous said
saint… whenever i need a good crying session, i go to your blog and read wastelands 😭 it never gets old the pain is just so good there… i love wastelands!yn and rin so much <33
thank you sooo so much i’m sorry it took me awhile to answer wastelands asks 😭 i’ve been compiling them so i can post in one go but tyty!!! that series will forever me my fav <33
just realized i didn’t answer the first question if you didn’t remind me @sunasbabie HAHSJD if yn was the one who turned into a z, rin would let her do what she wants w him since he’s got no one left but her :’)
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Random Soulmate AU
11. Soul Crushing: You can feel an intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in danger, enough danger to get them killed. This has saved many lives, but how can you save someone you’ve never met before?
It couldn’t be a coincidence that the pains began only once they got to the Garrison as cadets. Hunk wasn’t as foolish as some thought -- really, he wasn’t. But it did at least give him something to go off of, knowing that at least whoever it was was probably going through the same things as he was.
The fact that the pains (which were already pretty intense to begin with, when they happened) only got worse after they had become the Paladins of Voltron...well, that narrowed it down, probably.
Maybe.
Of course, proximity didn’t really play into it as much as some might want, but when things just so happened at the same time, repeatedly, there was no denying the pattern.
One of them was his soulmate. Just...which one?
It couldn’t be Shiro -- that man had been in so much trouble over the months they’d known one another and even long before, Hunk was sure his heart would’ve given out had that been the case.
Keith was...Keith. There was nothing wrong with him but, it just couldn’t be him. Besides, who knew if soulmates crossed species boundaries anyway? What if his being half Galra had messed with..whatever it was that did the thing? He could probably safely be crossed off -- as could Allura, even though she would’ve been crossed off before anyway. She’d been sleeping until they found the castleship, after all.
Still, Hunk wasn’t in too much of a hurry to figure out the answer -- to know for certain who it was, even if he had his suspicions. They were young, and in the midst of war. There was no knowing how the next day would go, or if they would even live to see the next day.
It was better to not know, to keep his thoughts, his theories, his feelings to himself until a better time. It was better for everyone that way -- because his team needed him, and he needed his team.
Life didn’t want to play nice like that, though, his chest so tight with pain, with fear, that he didn’t even try to look for the source, instead trusting in his instincts and in his lion, moving to intercept the final blow that had been meant for the other with Yellow’s flank, hands automatically making soothing motions on the console even as he called over the comms.
“You doin’ alright, Lance?”
#charmingcrusader#hσpє thαt αnswєrєd чσur quєstíσn (asks)#ic#I'm so so sorry this took forever#also this kinda came out weird?#but I tried to keep with the prompt and just#man thinking about this made me sad#but that's not a bad thing and I hope this is alright?#T.T
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Painting Nails with Gojo Satoru (x reader)
Pairings: Gojo Satoru x (unspecified-gender) reader
Genre: Good friends with some mutual pining, a bit of fluff and a bit of uncertainty, reader has their mind in the gutter for a split second
Lmao, how long can someone write about painting nails T.T 2800+ words
When you recently mentioned that you had no free time to refresh your nails due to the influx of odd jobs here and there, you didn’t think that it would lead to your long time friend, Gojo Satoru, sneaking into your room at the Tech with a bag full of nail polish.
He was in the middle of laying them out haphazardly onto the coffee table. Colours ranging from neon bright to the darkest of shades stood before your very own eyes on full display. Their shapes were as varied as the palette. Standard round, rectangle shapes, funky stars and fragile butterflies just to name a few.
The shock of what was transpiring had yet to register in your mind, a dumbfounded look creeping onto your face.
It wasn’t even the first time that this has occurred. Once in a while you would come back from a mission in another city, ready to fall down onto your bed in the one place that you could call home, only to have this excuse for a friend barge in on your time of relaxation. Sometimes, you didn’t inform anyone when you would be back in the hopes of being left alone but he always seemed to find out the best time to annoy you. When you were tired.
“What the actual fuck are you doing in my room Gojo-san?”, you drop your tattered bag onto the ground before closing the door.
The feeling of his incoming whines and guaranteed pout had become something of a sixth sense to you now. You thought that maybe he would grow out of it after his teenage years but the gods weren’t as merciful as you once believed them to be.
“(Y/n)-channnn, why are you so mean to me? I haven’t done anything for you to call me that”, he dramatically groaned out before flopping onto your bed.
Glancing at the table, you notice that his sudden movement knocked over some of the bottles.
You also know what he meant by that. You only ever call him ‘Gojo-san’ when he screws up or when you are both in the presence of his students.
As much as he likes to tease you in front of important people, you aren’t that unprofessional as to disrespect him as an educator in front of the students that he teaches. The kids already make fun of him and if you were to join in at the same time then you would begin pitying the man.
You walk over to the sprawled lamp post of a human and indicate with your hand to scoot over before proceeding to throw yourself down beside him.
“What is this about, Toru-kun?”, your eyes lazily scan over the nail polish. Of course you know what is going on but Gojo Satoru is a man that enjoys being humoured.
Poor Ijichi-kun ends up as the victim of a lot of his whims when you’re away. Scratch that, even when you are around the unfortunate fellow gets bullied like a kindergartner at a playground.
“So~ I’ve noticed that your nails-,”
“I mentioned it.”
“.. have been looking rather-,”
“I mentioned it.”
“..duller than usual so-”,
“I-”,
His body flew up from the lying position and a hand suddenly came into your view. Before you could do anything, Gojo clamped it over your mouth, an unseen eye-roll definitely going off under his blindfold.
He wasn’t really irritated but you took it as a win for all the times he irked you in the past month.
“I NOTICED YOUR NAILS LOOKING DULLER THAN USUAL SO I WENT OUT OF MY HUMBLE WAY TO BUY THESE,” he finally lets you go after finishing what he wanted to say.
The sheets under you have become disheveled, your thrashing around to get away and shut his loud mouth in case Principal Yaga hears brought about no results. There was no rule against being in the same room, you weren’t some silly teenagers and even if you were, the Tech wasn’t that strict anyway, but the thought of his disappointing gaze burning into your soul…
Your thoughts are disrupted when Gojo throws two pillows onto the floor. Knowing that there is no escaping this, you dust down your clothes and gracefully sit down.
Who knows? This may actually turn out to be relaxing. Even if you’re wrong then spending time with friends is precious, no matter the activity. Especially in this line of work. There is no telling when one might hear the news of their comrades’ death.
Gojo sits on the other free pillow and smiles. “Any colour pulling you in? If not then I would love to recommend, you know, I’m sort of an expert at this.”
You laugh slightly at his confidence before agreeing to his proposal. As long as it’s not too ugly then you really don’t mind what he ends up picking.
In fact, you trust his judgement when it comes to fashion. His casual outfits always end up taking your breath away. You’re forever glad when he forces you to go along with him to the shopping district. You know your style and what you’re comfortable with but Gojo presents you with something unique every time.
“Hmmmm...then, what about this one?”, the hand that was under his chin as he was contemplating leaves its position and he quickly picks up a (f/c) nail polish.
The container is cute too, a glass cat face. Though how did he figure out what colour this was with that blindfold? Only Gojo knows.
You reach out for the item but he leans back and pulls it to his chest. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)...,” he creates an X with his arms before continuing, “Bzzzt! Did you really think I would be so rude as to leave you alone with that tedious job? Who do you take me for?”.
He grasps the fabric where his heart is located and fakely sniffles. Oh, so he wants to paint them for you. Figuring out that you may as well indulge in a little care, you extend your hand for him to hold.
Gojo twists the nail brush open and dips it into the bottle a few times. His tongue is poking out as he tests how much of the liquid is on the brush. You don’t even question how he will paint your nails without seeing properly. Understanding his infinite capabilities has become second nature to you.
Instead, you focus on the feeling of his hand when it grasps yours.
It’s bigger and somewhat rougher, though not uncomfortable. Really, it feels secure to have around your own.
Jerking back at your line of thinking, you can feel the heat growing on your face by the second. Calm down there, no need to get ahead of yourself. You’ve held hands many times in the city before so that you don’t get ‘lost’, how is this any different?
“Hey now!,” Gojo grips your hand more firmly than before.
“Sorry, sorry. I had an itch,” you come up with an excuse and double down when you scratch your shoulder with a free hand.
He doesn’t say anything in return, there are none of his usual comebacks. That’s suspicious, he always needs to have the last word in no matter what.
Instead he applies the first stroke of nail polish on one of your nails.
His movements are steady, no shaking, and he doesn’t miss any spots. The process is...pleasant, being attended to by another.
He moves on to your second finger, repeating the action from the previous one, applying just as much attention.
Now that you are sitting still, barely breathing as you look on, his hold has become almost airy. Unless you focused purely on the skin to skin contact, it was as if your hand was levitating.
Ah, technically he could be using ‘Infinity’ and keeping your hand away but...it made you feel weirdly unhappy. Your mouth tugged down in dissatisfaction unconsciously.
At the same moment, Gojo grasped the next finger on the list, the sudden feeling coming as a surprise. You barely held in the shocked gasp, tingles travelling up your arm.
He didn’t say anything and continued the procedure.
You peeked at his face to see if you could read him but there was nothing at all to go off on. No smile, smirk, pout or frown.
Sheer concentration.
It wasn’t unwelcome, in fact it was peaceful without the usual banter. And it wasn’t unbearably serious either. If you had to put a word on it then it felt...intimate.‘Wow, what the hell? Chill, he’s only a friend and this is simple nail painting’.
The clock in your room ticked continuously until eventually your fingernails were all finished. It took extra long because Gojo insisted that the proper way to do it was to paint two layers. So in the end you had to sit through another few minutes that honestly felt like an eternity.
You hoped that you hadn't sweated with how warm it had gotten on your end.
“Alright! It’s your turn (Y/n)-chan,” he made finger guns and pointed them at your bewildered expression.
“It isn’t fair if only you get this spa worthy treatment, no?”.
“Satoru, I think you overestimate my ability to paint nails. Of course, I do a fantastic job on myself but I am hopeless when it comes to others,” you explain.
You may have over exaggerated a bit but if this goes on then your thoughts will enter dangerous territory, not that they haven’t already.
Distractions aren’t helpful when you are a jujutsu sorcerer, particularly in the romantic scene.
Have you daydreamed about such scenarios? Yes.
Would you like to experience them? Definitely.
However, what you want and what you can have are at odds with each other.
“Don’t be a bore, come on, come on,” he sticks out his own hand before thinking up something and reaching towards his blindfold. “Let’s make it a challenge. I had such a difficult time so you have to suffer too”.
He frees his eyesight and stands up. You’re about to follow but he shakes his head and kneels behind you.
The smooth fabric covers your eyes and the pressure as he tightens the blindfold rubs against the back of your head. This feels like the beginning of a dirty situation-
A resounding smack travels in the enclosed room as you slap your cheeks simultaneously. This isn’t the time nor place.
“I’m accepting my resolve,” you throw out before Gojo can ask you why you hit yourself in the face.
You hear him shuffle back to the pillow as well as glass tapping against glass. A nail polish bottle is shoved into your unprepared self. “I’m in your hands now,” he laughs stupidly to himself at his own pun. You can’t help cracking a small smile too.
Blindly, you fiddle around in front of you, wanting to start this. Clicking your tongue, you’re about to give out but Gojo finally decides to stop being a prick and gives you his hand. His shakes from laughter make themselves known but you ignore him.
Unscrewing the bottle cap, you get to work.
Only, you have to feel around for his fingernail. It’s impossible to hit the target without searching around first.
You become overwhelmingly aware of the close proximity yet again and your heart skips a beat. The fact that you can’t see anything makes it far worse as your sense of touch becomes more sensitive. Your shaking hand dabs the point where you think the nail polish goes and you begin painting.
Gojo’s amusement must have stopped too since you don’t hear him chuckling anymore. Is he looking at you? Or is he looking at his poor skin whenever you miss the fingernail? He doesn’t have his blindfold on so his eyes have to be focused on something.
But what?
The silence becomes unmanageable and the constant skin against skin friction twists your insides. Is it just you? Or does he also think the same way?
“You know, you have pretty eyes. If you start an Instagram page with photos of them then you’ll get a following in no time,” you offhandedly mention to start a conversation. Knowing Gojo he’ll take the compliment, tease you a bit and move on. You shift around in the pillow before progressing onto the other hand, having speedrun the first, before he starts talking.
“That’s not a bad idea. You can do the eyeshadow and we can make some money,” he hums in agreement. The sound of extra cash nearly makes you drool but then a realisation hits you, like a truck an isekai protagonist. If you were to do the eyeshadow then you will no doubt have to be very close to his face. No way.
“On second thought, I don’t think we have the time,” you laugh it off.
His disagreement comes soon after.
“Haaaaaaah?! Then why did you mention it?”. His muscles tense, about to pull back to cross his arms but he remembers that you’re in the middle of painting his nails.
After that, you both fall silent again.
In the end, you get through the last finger and close the nail polish bottle. You tried your best, having taken your time despite it making you feel a certain way whenever you had to touch him longer than is necessary.
You get up and reach out to unhook the blindfold but larger hands stop you in your tracks from behind. They pull yours away and drop them at your sides.
“Allow the amazing gentleman, Gojo Satoru,” he gently takes it off as you stand unmoving.
When light from the window hits your face, you scrunch your eyelids shut, waiting to adjust to the bright atmosphere. A hand patting down your hair makes them shoot open and you turn around to complain.
Whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat as you look up into his light blue eyes. His expression is serene, free of any worries but his eyes seem to be trying to speak a thousand words.
They too look composed but you get the feeling that he’s trying to communicate something to you.
Swallowing, you clench your hand (conscious of the recently dry nail polish), and place it over your chest. “Satoru..um,” you pause, not fully comprehending what you want to say, or rather, how you want to say it.
Your eyes widen when you notice his hand traveling towards yours.
Clumsily spinning around, you head for the pillows and shake off the dust that accumulated on them.
“Thanks for today. I’ll have a nap, since I’m still tired from the flight.”
You show your gratitude but hide the words your heart wanted to really express.
You don’t turn around to see his expression. The sound of his blindfold going over his eyes is what you hear first. Then,
“Don’t worry your sleepy head over it! Sweet dreams, (Y/n)”.
The door opens and closes gently behind you.
Once you’re sure that he is far down the hallway, you throw yourself onto your bed, put the pillow over your face and scream. Feeling a little foolish, you stop and look over your nails.
He really did a great job.
-Next Day-
The sun is shining brightly therefore there is no better time to take a walk. Which is why you aren’t surprised when you stumble upon Sukuna’s vessel, Itadori Yuuji.
The teenager has a tub of ice cream with him. Maybe you should get some too? Gojo is bound to have some in his mini freezer.
“Ah! Hello, (L/n)-san,” the boy waves his hand in greeting and jogs over.
“Itadori-kun, is it alright for you to be outside like this?,” you ask with concern.
There are only a few people that know about his current state of being alive. When you heard that he died, you came as fast as possible to comfort Gojo.
“It’s fine! Everyone is gone and Ijichi-san is on the lookout at the front gate. He’s meant to give me a ring you see”. He looks down.
“Oh! You’ve got some nice nails there,” he points out as he takes a bite out of the dessert. “You match with Gojo-sensei,” he adds after a second.
You pause your appreciative smile at his compliment. Excuse me?
“Excuse me? Match?,” you prod him to elaborate.
The teenager scratches his cheek.
“Ehh, but he said the plan was to match all along. Though they don't exactly look the same”.
Your eyes tear up in embarrassment at the turn of events. You’re matching nails? You thought for definite that he would wash them off when he gets back to his room. Not only that but putting the blindfold over your eyes must have been his sly way of making sure that you don't notice they're the same colour.
Itadori shakes his hands in front of him before bowing. “I-I’m sorry (L/n)-san! I did not mean to insult the way you painted Gojo-sensei’s nails. They are a bit tactless compared to yours but that’s okay,” he apologises profusely, mistaking the root of your shame.
‘That dumbass Gojo Satoru’
#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#fanfiction#oneshot#I like hands duh but if i went into more detail i would get high blood pressure
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|| Grey & Ryden ||
Having always been a child of the concrete jungle, a kid raised on asphalted streets breathing in the city air, Ryden had surprised even himself just how much he was enjoying his newfound love for spending time in the nature. Given, it took a lot of research to properly prepare for venturing into the true, deep wilderness of the Hollowed Forest, considering he had no prior experience in trekking through woods unless he was on all fours, getting lost by his wolf whose memories and plans he did not share or have any insight into. He’d spent almost a year of trial and error, waking up with no clothes on in the middle of god forsaken nowhere with little to no recollection on how he even got there. But once someone had kindly pointed out to him what he’d already suspected deep down - that he was a werewolf now - it became quite clear why he sought to get lost in the woods at least once a month if not more often.
So, Ryden had become a true hiker, an unofficial forest ranger, a volunteering explorer for his own enjoyment and mysterious purposes. Not something he would recommend to everyone, especially because the woods around Opulence were far from empty. Mythical beings and monstrous creatures lurked everywhere, considering the land beneath the ancient trees their home. The only truly safe place Ryden could guarantee for was the trailer park the pack used during full moons. Every other corner was potentially full of danger for the really unlucky ones. That did not stop this daredevil though, even after a few unfortunate encounters he experienced during his life as a lycanthrope in Opulence.
Walking through the woods, with a backpack packed full of trekking gear, Ryden didn’t mind their promise of potential danger. Instead, he found peace and serenity in this new hobby of his, the sort he rarely got anywhere else. Ryden was almost never in touch or in tune with anything - as a matter of fact, he was very much that one single tone that chirped into the synchronized choir only to create discord. In the arms of mother nature though, he calmed down, became almost docile, bringing the thoughts within his hectic mind to a steady flat line with only one thread to follow out of many.
On his way to do a quick checkup on the pack grounds in the forest, Ryden took his time following the familiar, safe trails that would take him there, in no rush and with a whole day to spend on this. Here, the stink of the town subsided, giving way to more natural smells, letting his senses expand and sharpen. His hearing cleared, no traffic or the annoying buzz of electronic devices to interfere with it. His keen eyesight adjusted to the earthy green shades around him, every change of color among them instantly noticed and singled out with pinprick precision.
Therefore, the transition from being perfectly alone with no other soul around to being aware of someone’s impending approach was quick, barely needing a second to register. Ryden came to a slow stop in his tracks, chin raising so perceptive grey orbs could scan his immediate surroundings, ears listening and nose smelling, trying to determine what he should expect - a friend or a foe, someone lost and in need of help or someone approaching with intention that may not be entirely benevolent.
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omg welcome back to the world to the living i too have returned
and ah yes the most elusive 5-star: lumine
I PULLED HU TAO AND I AM SO HAPPY also proud owner of c1 jean now ehe
and also tysmmmm for the fic recs they were SO GOOD and i have been binge reading for the last month or so. because life. (so sorry that it took me a month+ to reply to you T.T) but your art is as amazing as ever!!! it never fails to blow me awayy
U WROTE A BEIGUANG FIC ??????????? plsss if u drew a comic i would love u forever. your honor i love them.
literally same abt liyue though !! i'm not chinese (vietnamese gang lol) but it really does feel so familiar and everything and like. aaa. it does feel so familiar sob
i'm not even in inazuma yet lmaooo ar 35 north america server 😔
also. since it took me 5 days to write this out. (i procrastinate.) yES THAT WAS ME haha :3 ofc i had to add on to your post it was so good!! i'm glad u accepted my sad little doodle as tribute :))
*gladly receives the hug and hugs back*
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!!! hello teanon ily
#oooooo ok so much to reply to so we're going to do this in the tags part by part#thank you for the welcome back HAHA <33#lumine is truly the most elusive five star for aether mains they spend the whole game looking for her 😭 but yes#i always pick lumine for some reason?? lumine paimon found family agenda#if you ever end up on the asia server send me your uid so i can friend you!!#hutao much beloved!!! realised in my old tags i said c1 kazuha hutao and diluc and that's a lie they're all c0 i just cannot count#i guess you could say... you got a pair of jeans#dw about late replies i still have asks from last year im worse 😔 but aaa thank you very much#fics are wonderful. they're like feelings condensed together and q character driven instead of plot usually? and i just go ooo character#development that's good stuff#... sudden reminder of the beiguang fic i wrote hhh and equally sudden wanting to draw it now#misha is the only one i subject to my wonky genshin writing bc quality is sus but if i do a comic i'd love to post it hehe#i love beiguang but also can i just say ganqing has my heart and i'm just waiting for 2.4 so i can pull for ganyu#hhhh yeah they really did liyue well the vIBES#that! was you!!! i swear i saw you popping up on ellie's dash sometimes and i was like??? i remember a teanon#but this can't quite possibly be the same teanon??#thank you for the doodle it's not sad it's absolutely delightful thank you very much <33#have a nice day!! thanks for dropping by :DD#*hugs you back*#one day i will make a comic from hadestown watt au that i wrote but also i'm too lazy to figure out their costumes the vibes i want etc
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Hello! Do you ever rec any fics??? If you do, do you know any Kisa and Hiro fics? I miss my babies :(
Hi sorry it took me forever to answer this I just wrapped up finals week T.T
Now that you mention it, I do have plans to make like a fic rec masterpost (whenever that's gonna happen bc life isn't giving me time to breathe-), but in the mean time, since you asked so nicely, here are my favorite hiro/kisa fics (i know i'm offering so little here and you may or may not have already read these, but there aren't a lot of hiro/kisa fics on AO3 where they are the main focus, and these are the rare ones that do focus on them and to me they're *chef's kiss*):
"what does it mean?" by aj_linguistik
"first kiss" by shoujobell
"is that a snowflake?" by modzy78
"the next step" by Heavenly_Pearl
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Damn, love your starker content. If you're looking for a prompt or something, I have one I think would be great for this pairing: TeenAU starker where Peter has braces and wants to give Tony a blowjob, even tho he's never done it before. Cue braces getting stuck followed by an embarrassing hospital trip or getting caught by someone. Tx for top tier starker.
First of all, I’m so sorry this took so long, I was having that worst writer’s block, I hope you can forgive me and I hope you’re still out there to read this! T.T Second of all, thank you so much for your kind words, sweetie, you’re too nice
High school AU, explicit, 18+
Word count: 5.7k
Summary: And even though he knew how he felt in his heart, he wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud, wasn’t ready to put it in so many words. He worried it was too soon, maybe Tony would freak out and leave, but still, he wanted to take a step further in their relationship, he wanted to show Tony how much he appreciated him. So he came up with a plan and it involved, well, his mouth. But he’d hesitated for too long and now he had freaking braces and he couldn’t help feeling a little insecure about them.
Warnings: mentions of bullying, mild violence (not explicit), anal fingering, oral sex, brief mention of blood. If you find anything triggering, please let me know!
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“Come on, babe, there’s no way I’m not gonna like it, you’re beautiful, you couldn’t look bad if you tried.” Tony tried to pry Peter’s hands away from his mouth, but the younger teen held them tighter against his face, shaking his head firmly. “Please, for me? Just let me see it, you can’t hide forever, right? Get it over with.” Peter frowned, but then sighed, thinking to himself that Tony was right, there was no way he could hide it much longer anyway. Better rip that band-aid off. He took a deep breath, let his arms fall to his sides and smiled tentatively at his boyfriend. Tony held his face in his hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones softly as he admired the metal wires and brackets on Peter’s teeth and that must have been the most embarrassing moment of his life. “You look so cute right now, you know that, right? I could eat you right up.”
“You mean it?” Peter whispered quietly, afraid that Tony would notice that he sounded funny, too, not yet used to how the braces sat against the roof of his mouth.
“Of course, munchkin.” He pulled Peter close and placed a sweet, warm kiss on his lips and it made the butterflies in his stomach go wild, but it quieted his nervous heart. He pulled away and smiled a little wider, if Tony said it was cute, then maybe –
“What’s wrong with your face, Penis? Looks like you had a fight with a cheese grater and lost.” Of course Flash wouldn’t leave it alone, Peter should have known. He closed his lips tightly and shrank against his locker, dropping his gaze to the floor, only to hear and feel Tony moving away from him and towards Flash.
“Wanna say that again, you little fucker? Come on, I fucking dare you, I’m gonna show you what’s wrong with your face, I’ll break your fucking teeth and no braces will be able to fix your ugly mug ever again, you fucking piece of shit.“ The boy kept pushing at Flash’s chest until he was cowering against the opposite wall and Peter jumped into action, pulling Tony’s arm just as other students started gathering around them in the hall, curious to see what the commotion was all about. Tony had already been suspended for punching Flash in the face not three weeks earlier, Peter couldn’t let him get in trouble again, he knew Tony’s father was… a complicated man.
“Tony, it’s ok, it’s fine, come on, leave it alone.” After a lot of pulling, he was finally able to get his boyfriend off Flash’s face. He didn’t waste any time and scurried away, yelling something over his shoulder that Peter couldn’t quite make out. Tony was fuming, face red, hands closed into fists. The younger teen peppered small kisses on his cheeks and lips to try and calm him down some, and finally the boy seemed to come back to himself. “It’s ok, I’m ok.”
“It’s really not, Pete, that asshole can’t talk to you like that, I swear to God, I’m gonna –“
“Forget about him, come on, he’s gone.” He stole a quick kiss from the older boy, who sighed heavily, burying his hands in Peter’s curls to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
Peter still shivered and blushed at Tony’s eagerness and boldness. It was all pretty new to him, he’d never had a boyfriend before, just a few short flings. Tony, on the other hand, was – to put it mildly – very experienced. He’d dated pretty much all of the cheerleaders and a few guys on the football team. It was weird for Peter, kissing him in the halls, having Tony walk him to and from classes, sitting at the “cool table” in the cafeteria, having people that he’d never met in his whole entire life gossiping about him.
Peter had heard so many stories about Tony before they got together that when he asked him out, almost four months earlier, he was sure it had to be a prank. There was just no way the Tony Stark could actually be interested in him, so, naturally, he said no. The older boy had looked so confused and shocked as he took a few steps away from Peter, all that famous confidence and cockiness completely gone.
“Oh,” he whispered, sticking his hands in his pockets, looking around the empty classroom he’d pulled Peter into. “I just – I mean, are you seeing someone else?”
“What?” Peter blushed, heart racing and palms sweating. He was so nervous, Tony was known for being a bit of a hothead, he always got into trouble for losing his shit and starting fights, Peter wasn’t sure if maybe he’d get angry because his prank didn’t work. “It’s not – I’m not seeing anyone, I just – I’m –” He stammered, not fully able to complete his sentences. To his surprise, the older boy didn’t get angry, he just ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and smiled in defeat.
“Is it because I got suspended last week? I swear, it wasn’t my fault, that asshole was bullying my friend. Bruce! You know him, right? He’s in the Decathlon team with you, ask him!” His eyes were wide, like maybe he’d found the reason why Peter said no, but then he quickly deflated. “Unless you just don’t wanna go out with me, which is fine, I mean, you don’t have to like me, I just thought – well, doesn’t matter.”
“Look, I know this is a prank.” Peter frowned, and Tony’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.
“Excuse me?” The older boy looked at him like he’d grown a second head, and Peter thought maybe he’d pissed him off for good. “What, you think I’m some mean girl in a teen movie or something?”
“I just – why would you even ask me out, honestly? You don’t even know me and you’re always making fun of the Decathlon team and the school band – both of which I’m a part of, in case you don’t know.” Peter had noticed Tony was always at the Decathlon competitions and band practice, and he was always laughing and whispering with his friends, and Peter could swear that he sometimes caught him looking directly at him before whispering something to James Rhodes.
“Ok, first of all, I don’t make fun of the team or the band, I just make fun of Bruce, but that’s because he’s my best friend and we like to mess with each other, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. And yeah, I don’t really know you, but I’d like to, that’s exactly why I’m asking you out. You’re smart, talented, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes, to be honest.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. Peter felt his face burning and dropped his gaze to the floor. “There’s no evil plan, I just think you’re cute, is all.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth? That you’re not messing with me?” He whispered, looking at him from under his eyelashes and, again, the older teen just shrugged.
“I guess you’ll just have to trust me, shortcake.”
And Peter did. For whatever stupid reason, he did. He didn’t really know Tony, just knew about him – knew that he was a certified genius, but also a troublemaker. He knew he was filthy rich, but he didn’t hang out with other rich kids, like Flash and Osborn, he was best friends with Rhodes, Pepper and Bruce, who, like Peter, didn’t come from money. He knew he was really popular and he dated around a lot, but he wasn’t an asshole about it – not that Peter knew, at least. He didn’t kiss and tell, he never slut-shamed anyone or leaked nudes of his exes, which was more than Peter could say about most guys in school.
So he gave it a shot, said yes and they went out for burgers. Tony was nice, funny and smart – but he was also sarcastic, short-tempered and a little arrogant. Peter wasn’t really sure how he felt about him after the date was over, but when he went to bed that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his lips – couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss he’d dodged in his car when he dropped him home. Still, the older boy had smiled and kissed his cheek instead.
The next day, Peter was standing by his locker in between classes, talking to Ned and MJ about the movie marathon they were planning for the weekend, when he noticed the older boy approaching. Peter wasn’t sure if Tony would talk to him in front of the whole school, he had a reputation to keep and Peter was kind of a nerd, but not only did he talk to him, he also kissed his cheek as he greeted him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hey, I’m Tony,” he introduced himself to a very flustered Ned and an unimpressed and suspicious-looking MJ. The former just waved dumbly and made a weird sound at the back of his throat and the latter just nodded at him, acknowledging his presence. Tony didn’t seem to mind the weird interaction, just turned back to Peter and smiled. “Wanna grab lunch together today?”
And that was probably the very moment Peter started falling for him. Slowly, but surely. He insisted on carrying his books, walking him to class, sitting with him at lunch, he even drove him home most days, even though his house was nowhere near Queens. He was a bit of a hothead, yes, and he sure as hell was trouble – and May could smell it from a mile away when Peter introduced him – but he was also the kindest, sweetest, most amazing person Peter had ever met and he wished Tony would let other people see that.
Peter loved him. At least he thought he did, he’d never been in love before, but he missed Tony like crazy whenever they were apart for more than five seconds; he cared if he ate properly and regularly; he worried about his health and safety all the time; he always thought about him whenever he watched rom-coms with May on movie nights; his heart fluttered whenever he was around and, more importantly, he just wanted to be with him, take care of him. All the time. If that wasn’t love, what else could it be?
And even though he knew how he felt in his heart, he wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud, wasn’t ready to put it in so many words. He worried it was too soon, maybe Tony would freak out and leave, but still, he wanted to take a step further in their relationship, he wanted to show Tony how much he appreciated him. So he came up with a plan and it involved, well, his mouth. But he’d hesitated for too long and now he had freaking braces and he couldn’t help feeling a little insecure about them.
But then Tony looked at him with those beautiful, soft brown eyes, smiled at him and stroked his cheek with such devotion, and all his insecurities melted away and he just wanted Tony to know how much he loved him.
“Hey, about this Friday,” he started, pulling away from the kiss. He was still self-conscious about how he sounded because of the braces, but Tony didn’t seem to notice anything different, at least he didn’t mention it.
“What about it, short stuff?” He smiled sweetly, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist, pulling him closer. He placed small kisses on his jaw and chin and the younger teen giggled, pushing him away without any force. Peter always refrained from pointing out that Tony was only a few inches taller than him – the older teen seemed so happy he found someone shorter than him to mess with, Peter let him have his fun.
“So, you know how my aunt is dating this guy from work?” Tony frowned, a little confused, but Peter just kept looking at him expectantly.
“Yeah?”
“She told me yesterday that she’s going to spend the night at his place on Friday.” He tried to give his boyfriend a sexy smile, but then remembered that the braces would probably make it look silly, so he closed his lips quickly. Still, Tony looked very excited and interested when he realized what Peter meant.
“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin of his own taking over his face.
“Yeah, so I thought – maybe we could order some pizza and you could, uhm, spend the night?” He dropped his gaze to somewhere around Tony’s chest, brushing off imaginary dust from his shirt, as his face grew hot, when he felt the older teen’s finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at him.
“Pete… Are you sure?” He asked him firmly, serious, looking for a truthful answer, and Peter nodded.
“Just – uh, I’m not sure if I’m ready to go… all the way,” he whispered quietly, “but like – you know.” He blushed bright red, but Tony didn’t let him avert his gaze. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything. I’m actually a great cuddler, did you know that?”
“Silly.” Peter laughed, slapping him on the chest, feeling a little less nervous. “So, is that a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes, baby face.”
For the rest of the week, Peter couldn’t think of anything else. MJ stopped listening to him by Wednesday and just rolled her eyes whenever Peter mentioned anything Friday-related, but Ned was just as invested on the date as Peter was. He helped him pick an outfit, the perfect movie and even the pizza place they’d order from. He went as far as to send him articles about how to give good blowjobs and handjobs and Peter had to draw the line there – although he did read the articles and made some research of his own.
So on Friday, Peter waved May off, promised to be good – which she didn’t believe much – and hurried to make sure everything was perfect. His bed was made, his sheets were freshly clean and smelled like fabric softener, and there were so many pillows on the couch he wasn’t sure where they were supposed to sit, but oh, well.
He dressed casual, but Ned said he looked hot when he tried the outfit on earlier that week. He hoped he did. He wore gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt that was a little tight over his chest – he didn’t have a broad, strong chest, but it looked ok. He fluffed his hair – Tony loved his curls – and tried not to give a lot of thought to the braces in his mouth, he still wasn’t comfortable with how he looked with them, but Tony always made sure to let him know he thought he still looked beautiful, so. There was that.
So when the bell rang, he took a deep breath, gave himself a little pep talk and opened the door. Tony was leaning against the doorway, looking sinfully sexy in black, ripped jeans and a leather jacket. He smiled at Peter and pulled him in for a kiss, and if the younger teen was already breathless just from looking at his boyfriend, that kiss almost sent him over.
“Hey, peanut. You look gorgeous.” He gave him a once over, as he put some distance between them, and Peter blushed slightly, slapping his chest.
“Come on in.” He opened the door further and Tony stepped inside, quickly getting rid of his jacket and shoes, probably remembering that last time he was there aunt May almost bit his head off when he tried to walk into her living room in his combat boots.
“So, your aunt isn’t home?” He wondered out loud, taking a look around the apartment as if expecting aunt May to just jump from behind the furniture or something. It was funny, Tony was always on edge when she was around, trying to be a good boy, but she saw right through him.
“No, don’t worry, the coast is clear.” The younger teen smiled, sitting on the couch. The older boy quickly followed with a wicked grin, sitting close beside him, placing an arm around his shoulders. Peter chewed his lips and turned on the TV, feeling his heart race in anticipation. “Do you want to pick the movie?”
“No, I’m fine with whatever you wanna watch.” Tony kissed the ball of his shoulder, slowly peppering kisses along his collarbone. Peter’s breath hitched and he knew the blush was surely going all the all way from his cheeks down to his chest.
“Uhm, are you hungry yet? I thought we could order some pizza.” He turned slightly to the side, noticing that Tony didn’t seem very interested in anything else besides ravishing the skin of his neck. “Tony,” he sighed.
“Is this okay?” He whispered, moving away a little to look Peter in the eye. The younger teen turned to look back at him, nodding slowly.
Tony smiled and closed the distance between them, pulling him by the neck to kiss him deeply, slowly. Time stopped right then and there, the room was silent, the sound of their lips moving together the only thing he could hear, the burning touch of Tony’s hands on his skin the only thing he could feel.
Funny thing was, no matter how nervous he’d been up until that moment, the second their lips touched, he felt safe, wanted, loved. He knew Tony wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, so he let himself go, melting into his arms like like it was the safest place in the world.
He felt the older teen wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him softly, and gave in, climbing into his lap to straddle his thighs. Tony grunted when he felt Peter’s ass press down onto his jeans-clad erection and bucked his hips up, hands sliding from his waist to his lower back to pull him even closer. Peter’s heated skin shivered as their chests touched and Tony bit his lower lip, before pulling him into a messy, wet kiss. The younger boy rocked his hips eagerly, whimpering against Tony’s bitten lips as he felt his own rock-hard cock rubbing against the older teen’s taut stomach, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Tony’s fingers ventured under his shirt, short nails scratching across the skin of his arched back, before lifting it slowly, as if asking for permission. It wouldn’t be a first, they hadn’t done much, but they’d had a few heavy make out sessions that usually ended with both of them shirtless – but not much more than that. Peter just raised his arms and let Tony take his shirt off, baring his chest, then went right back to kissing his neck, as the older teen moaned and rutted against his ass, his cock was so hard Peter could swear he could feel it pressing against his hole, begging for entrance, even through the many layers of clothing.
“Are you doing okay there, Pete?” Tony breathed into his mouth and the other boy shivered and nodded quickly, biting Tony’s chin and burying his fingers in his hair. The older teen’s teeth and tongue slowly made their way down his throat and towards his collarbone as Peter threw his head back, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his fingers squeezing the soft flesh where his hips met his ass. “I wanna try something. You trust me?” He placed soft kisses on his chest, then his tongue found one of Peter’s perked-up, sensitive nipples and he gasped, nodding frantically. “Good.”
His hands slid lower to Peter’s ass and he squeezed roughly, kneading his cheeks as he mouthed at his nipples, alternating sloppy, wet kisses with sharp, gentle nibbles, which drove the younger teen mad with want and turned the small nubs an angry red. It almost distracted him from the fact the Tony’s hands were now making their way down the back of his pants and underwear, skin to skin, the rough pads of Tony’s fingers scratching his soft flesh.
Okay, that’s new, Peter thought, and he liked it. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, as Tony sucked bruises on his collarbones, his fingers slowly making their way to Peter’s crack, until one of them pressed directly against his rim, touching it, but nothing else, and his breath hitched. He pulled away a little, looking down at the other teen’s face.
“Tony, I’m – I don’t think I’m –“
“Don’t worry, it’s okay, I know you’re not ready. I just wanna make you feel good, ok? Promise.” He kissed Peter’s chin softly, which made the younger boy sigh, eyes fluttering closed, as he nodded his head. “Let me know if you want me to stop, ok? Anytime you need to stop, just say the word.” Tony whispered against his pulse point and, again, Peter nodded, and then he felt the finger pressed against his hole start to move slowly, just rubbing circles against the puckered skin and Peter was so confused, because it felt fucking amazing. And dirty. And wrong. And right.
He felt Tony moving underneath him and he knew he wasn’t just rutting against him – which he was, too. He saw him take something out of his back pocket with his other hand, then the pressure against his hole disappeared, and Peter whined loudly in complaint, then blushed furiously in embarrassment. Tony smirked at him, licking his lips.
“Patience, padawan.” He placed a kiss on his chin, then Peter heard him uncap something and when he looked down, he noticed Tony was holding a tube of lube. His fingers tightened on Tony’s shoulders and the older teen looked up at him. “Hey, what did I say? Do you want to stop?” Peter shook his head quickly, holding Tony’s face in his hands.
“I trust you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss him, and as soon as their mouths made contact, he relaxed again.
Tony held him close, deepening the kiss, and for a few minutes, that’s all they did. Peter rutted slowly against Tony’s stomach and the older teen rolled his hips in time with him, as they kissed and kissed like time meant nothing – and it didn’t. It really didn’t.
At some point, he felt the other teen’s hands sliding again down the back of his pants, he could feel his fingers were wet and colder than a few minutes earlier and he braced himself for what he knew was about to come. At first, Tony just rested a digit against his hole, rubbing it gently, not applying any pressure, and once the younger teen relaxed completely, muscles going lax, he felt one finger try to breach him.
“Umf, Tony,” he whimpered, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, why he was calling his name, he just wanted to say it. The older teen shushed him, warm, wet lips pulled his earlobe into his mouth, nibbling lightly as his finger sunk in deeper and deeper into Peter. “Oh, fuck.”
Peter had fingered himself before, but it was so fucking different from having someone else – Tony – do it to him. It felt so dirty and intimate, like Tony had all this power over him, like there was nowhere he couldn’t touch, nothing he couldn’t do, like Peter’s body belonged to him. It felt exhilarating and scary and fucking awesome and hot – so fucking hot.
Peter gasped when Tony’s finger was completely sheathed and curled inside him. It burned a little and he felt impossibly stretched, but so good at the same time, a delicious kind of pain irradiated from his lower back all the way up to the back of his neck, where his hair stood on end. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips back against Tony’s hand, silently begging for him to move. The older teen didn’t waste any time, as his finger slid out slowly, then slid back inside a little quicker and surer than before, sending shivers down Peter’s spine.
The boy started rolling his hips in time with Tony’s movements, literally fucking himself on his finger, making sure to rub his leaking cock against the older teen’s stomach and his ass on Tony’s impossibly hard cock, until he felt his finger touching someplace in him that sent him to heaven and back in a matter of seconds.
“Oh, fuck, Tony, fuck.” He wrapped his arms around the older teen’s neck and clung to him like a drowning man, soft moans and whines leaving his lips unsolicited as the finger moved and moved and pushed against that bundle of nerves so deliciously, and Peter’s cock was so hard and pressed so tight against Tony’s abs and Peter really wanted to hold out, he needed to, didn’t want it to be over so soon, but fuck –
He came with a cry, nails leaving angry red marks on Tony’s neck as the older teen pulled him into a rough, hungry kiss, biting his lips and licking his mouth like the world was about to end. Peter let him, let him take control of his body and ownership of his mouth as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, thinking that there was no way he could ever feel so good ever again in his whole entire life.
He sagged against Tony’s body when he was done, completely spent, and felt him wrapping his arms around him tightly, like Peter was gonna fly away – and maybe he would, who knew – as he peppered small kisses down the side of his face and slowly withdrew his finger, leaving the younger teen painfully empty.
“Tonight was supposed to be all about you, I had a plan,” Peter mumbled after a few silent minutes, pulling away a few inches to look into Tony’s glinting eyes. The older boy grinned, holding his face in one hand to pull him into a kiss.
“Well, I had plans of my own. I guess great minds think alike.” He butted his nose against Peter’s lovingly and the younger teen smiled.
“I guess,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Tony again. A little roll of his hips revealed that Tony was still rock-hard and Peter took a deep breath, before pulling away, getting off his lap. Before the older teen could ask what he was doing, he was on his knees, between his spread legs, and Tony reached out to hold him by the shoulders.
“Hey, hey, hey – you don’t – you know you don’t –“
“I know.” Peter smiled again, unbuttoning his jeans carefully. He tried to remain calm so his fingers wouldn’t shake so much and Tony wouldn’t notice how nervous he was.
“Pete,” he tried, but before any more words could leave his lips, his hard cock sprung free from his jeans, which caught Peter by surprise. First, because he didn’t expect Tony not to be wearing any underwear; and second, because – fuck – he knew Tony would be big, he’d cupped him through his jeans many times before, but still – “Fuck.”
Peter took a deep breath, trying to remember everything he’d read online over the week. He closed his eyes and placed tentative kisses on the tip of his cock and down his shaft, and he heard Tony cuss under his breath, melting into the couch. It made Peter a little more confident, so he took the tip into his mouth, surprised when he felt his cock growing even bigger and heavier against his tongue, as Tony moaned loudly, hands gripping the pillows around him.
Peter hollowed his cheeks and started sucking, trying to take a little bit more of his cock into his mouth, slowly. When he was reading about blowjobs, he was afraid he wouldn’t like it, or that maybe he would gag in the middle of it, but it was actually making him hard again, seeing and feeling how turned on Tony was by his mouth on him.
He placed a hand on his heavy, tight balls, fondling them carefully, as he tried to take more of his cock into his mouth. He could almost feel the tip reaching the back of his throat, but before it did, he started pulling back, which it was enough to make Tony moan and thrash underneath him. He smiled, lips stretched wide around the other teen’s thick cock, then decided to try and take him in a little further. It was all going perfectly fine when suddenly he felt like he couldn’t keep going, like something had stuck –
“Aw, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Peter was so shocked by the sheer desperation in Tony’s voice that he immediately tried to pull away, but Tony’s hands flew to his head, holding him in place. “No, no, no, no, no! Fuck, Pete, it’s – ah, fuck, God, it fucking –“ that was when Peter realized what was happening.
“Umf,” he was mortified, he could feel tears burning behind his eyelids as he shut his eyes tightly, not sure what to do once he realized Tony’s foreskin was stuck in his braces and it must hurt like a motherfucker, because Tony had gone soft almost immediately, as he panted and gasped for air, hands holding Peter’s head firmly in place, terrified that he’d try to move away.
“Hold on, hold on – lemme just –” he could barely finish his sentences, completely out of breath, and Peter’s face was wet with tears at that point, and he was also a little breathless. He felt Tony’s fingers in his mouth, trying the free himself carefully, but Peter could taste blood on his tongue and fuck if it wasn’t the worst night of his whole entire life. “Ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Finally, he felt Tony pushing his head away as he fell sideways to the couch, both hands covering his dick as he buried his face in the cushions, trying to stifle his cries.
“Oh, my God, Tony, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry!” Peter didn’t really know what to do, he didn’t even know if he should try to touch his boyfriend, he looked like he was in so much pain maybe he wouldn’t want him to, so he he sat there on the floor, frantically trying to think of what to say. “I swear I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry!”
“I know, baby, I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” but the way Tony was breathlessly whispering that into the cushions made it very clear that it was not okay.
“Jesus, Tony, what – I don’t know what to do!” He cried, panicked, and the older teen took a deep breath, raising his face a little to look at Peter, and his face was so fucking red and his eyes were shining with unshed tears.
“Ice, babe. Get me some ice, it’s gonna be fine, I promise, ok?” He was breathing a little easier by then and Peter nodded frantically, as he got to his feet and hurried to the kitchen to get an ice pack. He hurried back in record time and Tony turned on his back, taking the pack and quickly placing it on his lap, letting out a heavy sigh as he did. “Tony, should I take you to the hospital?” He asked, standing by the couch and looking down at his boyfriend, who winced.
“No, it’s fine,” he sighed with his eyes closed, but it didn’t calm Peter down, not even a little bit.
“Tony, I tasted blood!” He cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and Tony reached one hand out for him to take.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just a tiny cut, I promise. It’s just really sensitive right now, but it’s gonna be fine in a couple of minutes, I promise.” Peter didn’t want to take his hand, he wanted to run and hide, but he also didn’t want to be alone, or away from Tony, so he lay by his side, burying his face in his neck and clutching his shirt.
“I’m so sorry, Tony, this wasn’t supposed to happen, I should have known, I shouldn’t –“
“Peter, it’s fine, I promise.” They were silent for a few seconds, until Peter felt Tony’s chest trembling under his cheek. He looked up, worried that his boyfriend was crying, but he was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes – again. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe this just happened,” he laughed harder, rubbing a hand over his face.
“It’s not funny.” Peter was so embarrassed, he wished he could bury his head in the dirt and never have to look at his boyfriend again.
“It is a little funny,” Tony managed to say as he laughed his ass off and Peter tried to get up, annoyed, but the older teen held him. “Hey, what’s the matter?” He frowned, a little confused, as he tried to stifle his laugh.
“I wanted to make you feel good, I wanted tonight to be special, and I blew it, all because of these stupid, ugly braces, I don’t even know why you’re still here after this catastrophic disaster!” He knew he was being a little dramatic and maybe he was overreacting, but he just really wanted the night to go well, and it was ruined.
“Hey, c’mon, we did have a good time. Tonight was special, is special. We’re gonna order a huge pizza, we’re gonna binge watch all Marvel movies, and if it makes you feel any better, you can kiss my pee-pee better before we go to bed, what do you say?” He smiled that stupid, beautiful smile of him; soft, brown eyes glinting with mirth.
Peter stared at Tony’s face, thinking about the absurdness of that night, thinking that what was supposed to be a hot date night ended with Tony holding an ice pack to his bleeding dick, trying to comfort Peter for basically almost biting it off. He was silent for a few seconds, contemplating all that madness, before he exploded into a fit of giggles.
“God, I love you,” he blurted out breathlessly, almost without thinking, but as soon as the words left his mouth, his face turned red and his eyes widened, panicking. Before he could take it back, though, Tony smiled softly and winked at him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
“I know. I love you, too, brace face.”
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Here we are
Honestly, I never thought I’d get here. I thought I’d come here, write some stuff that I thought would be fluffy and cute and the rest of the fandom might enjoy reading too, and maybe get a few hundred followers in return. I didn’t expect that I can say there are 1000+ people who have read at least one of my posts and waits for more because they like what I put out. I have trouble wrapping my head around it.
I’m gonna pause right here for a sec because I wanna take this time to wish you guys Happy Easter and Happy Passover for those who are celebrating as I am with my family. My university sucks and doesn’t give the religious holidays off anymore because they don’t wanna be skewed towards any particular religion anymore even if the President is a Jew ffs so I haven’t been able to spend Passover with my family in LA for the past 3 years, but this year really hit harder because of the virus, and it’s the first year my parents decided to do the seder ourselves instead of with my larger family. Although I’m upset about that, I appreciate my immediate family for coming together and making great memories because of it, and I really hope you guys also come to appreciate that as well, even if you’re not celebrating a holiday this week or anytime soon. Sometimes we take for granted what’s right in front of us because we think it’ll conveniently be there forever, but be conscious of that for even a brief moment.
Anyway, I really can’t thank you all enough for following me. It’s been a fun 3 months with this blog so far and I’ve made some great friends, written some great stuff, gotten amazing requests that i’m still writing sorry T.T and I can’t express how much I’ve appreciated you. I read every notification, scroll through every reblog, smile at every like, and love every reply/comment. I’m really happy that there are people out there who I can reach with my content and make your day a little better as we share our fandom. My heart is so full 💖
I’m gonna take a few moments to call out some of special people I’ve met here:
@lovingshoto Angie, you’re such a sweetheart and one of my closest friends here, I really hope you go far and gain your own following on this site for your writing because you deserve it 😘💖 I’ll always be here for you~
@tokoyamis-luv Zara you lovely bean you! I enjoy all your little messages in my ask. You’re my little baby who I want to protect forever and ever, thank you for lending me your mind for when I’m in a rut with writing. I love you 😘💖
@todorokiakina1 my darling, we talk almost every day, I hope you get your writing juices back up and running, I believe in you! Thank you for always chatting with me 💖
@sunshhinnee I remember you as the first few follower who took the time to like and reblog everything I wrote in my early days, and for that I’m so thankful for you 💕
@rintomoj @xi-i-i-whatsyouremergency @estrellitaaart @aurora-vorealis @imconfusedanditsok @shoujo-roki @cyanide9602 @uacrack ik we’re mutuals on my main and we don’t talk often but hmu?? tag me in shit?? idk lets interact more and talk
All the admins at @bnhaclaimedmysoul for being so nice and inspiring me to start my writing blog in the first place, my heart especially goes to @evnscntspul for being a sweetie moot on my main
@evielament @soulily0 @musically-inclined-fangirl @fandomfreak1000000 @zyxys1 @multifandom-fanfic @fucking-super-yikes @the-lonely-pie @roeroeroeyourboet I don’t have the time to go through every single person who’s liked/reblogged every single thing/most things I’ve written (there are a lot of you, i see you guys, trust me) but I definitely notice you guys the most
@bnhaloser my precious little sweetheart thank you for your love and fanfic readings on your youtube channel, please get some sleep and I hope you’re not burning yourself out too much! I’m still looking after you from the shadows 👀
@birds-have-teeth Ashi my precious senpai who noticed me 🥺 i love you, thank you again for putting me on your author recs list, i’m so grateful for you 🙏🏻
@shoutodoki @justshotoswifeisall my senpai friends Val and Kayla, you’ve both inspired me and you already know how much i love and appreciate you, but i’ll say it again for good measure l love youuuu 💖💖💖
Special shoutout to @adainelartz @boomboombakugou and all the anons who have ever sent me all the lovely requests! I’m finishing them up, I’ve been busy with school stuff and I’ve been burnt out, but I’ll hopefully finish a few more this weekend into next week!
And one more big thank you to every person reading this post, whether you’re a brand new or old follower, if you’ve only read one of my posts or you’ve liked my entire masterlist, whether you’re a quiet reader or a vocal one, I really do appreciate you all and I’d like to give you all warm hugs. You guys keep me going and I couldn’t have gotten this far without every single one of you, and I can’t express my gratitude enough 💕💘
So! I’ll be doing requests this weekend, BUT I’m gonna be opening a 1K followers special event this weekend for anyone who wants to participate! It’ll be mostly ask box stuff with a little something for the creatives to try their hand at as well. I might even extend it to next week or until I hit 1,100 just for fun. I look forward to talking to you guys then!
If you’ve reached the end of this long, mushy note, you’re a real trooper 👍🏻 Please take care of yourselves mentally and physically in these rough times. I wish all of you health, safety, and calm in your social-distancing/quarantining. Stay on top of your work/school but remember to take breaks when you need it 💙
With lots of love hugs and smiles
~Tiny
#follower milestone#follower appreciation#1000 followers#Tiny's 1000 Follower Special#tiny talks#i get mushy really easily okay#sorry
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Tag time!
Answer the questions and tag 20 followers!
Tagged by @yuratchkaplisetskys , thanks so much!! ^^
Name: Sophie
Nickname(s): Soph
Height: 165cm (5′4″)
Ethnicity: Irish
Favourite Fruits: Pears, strawberries, blueberries, and recently mangoes
Favourite Season: Summer! I think... It doesn’t tend to get TOO hot here, even though it’s really hot atm (but not by other countries standards so lol), and I like having a break from school/college (although I have no break this year ahaha... T.T)
Favourite Book(s): Hmm... I really loved Philip Pullman’s ‘His Dark Materials’ Trilogy, also the Artemis Fowl series, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Harry Potter etc. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime is also excellent. They’re mostly books for my childhood/early teens, I don’t have much time to read anymore, even though I love to...
Favourite Flower(s): Gonna go with Daffodils! I really like Forget-me-nots too.
Favourite Animal(s): Rabbits! I also love horses, dogs, hamsters, and marine mammals/sharks... I like all animals though!
Favourite Beverage: I love hot chocolate a LOT, but also just fruit juices, particularly tropical ones
Favourite Fictional Character(s): Where do I even begin lol, these are in no particular order!
Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)
Lelouch Lamperouge (Code Geass)
Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri on Ice)
Yona (Akatsuki no Yona)
Makoto Tachibana (Free!)
Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Jinbei, and Trafalgar Law (all from One Piece, sorry it has such a huge cast haha...)
Rin Okumura (Ao no Exorcist)
Levi (SnK)
Link (LOZ series)
Shizuo Heiwajima (Durarara!!)
Yato (Noragami)
Maou Sadao (Hataraku Maou-sama!)
Kiyoshi Teppei (Kuroko no Basuke)
Nicolas Brown (Gangsta.)
(I tried to keep it to one character per series as best I could but then One Piece happened so lol... I’ve forgotten loads probably, there’s more in the tags... >.<)
Number of Pillows and Blankets You Sleep With: 2 pillows, 1 sheet and 1 duvet. It’s too hot for the duvet atm though...
Dream Trip: Definitely Japan! Greece, Egypt, and Prague are also on the list though!
Number of Followers: 121 (I usually block the porn blogs and things, but I haven’t done that in a while so that may not be an accurate representation lol)
Song You’re Listening to Right Now: ‘Jump Up, Super Star!/1-up Girl’ from the Super Mario Odyssey trailer, it’s so catchy, I’m slowly going crazy though lol
Tagging: @helloanime247 I think you’ve been tagged already, but now you’ve been doubly tagged haha, no pressure though! :P @morocks33 go for it too if you want! (and if you see this lol) And ehh... any other of my followers who want to do it please go for it! (Seriously, I’d love to see your responses!)
#thanks so much for the tag!! ^^#I'm terrible I always avoid the tagging thing lol#I'm sorry... >.<#the characters thing took me FOREVER I have too many faves and I really didn't want to leave anyone out... T.T#shoutout to a few characters I love that I didn't include because it would clog up the list lol#Kurapika from hxh#L from death note#Kenshin Himura from Rurouni Kenshin#Sousuke Sagara from Full Metal Panic#Accelerator from To Aru Majutsu no Index#Nico Robin and Smoker from One Piece#Fai D. Flourite from Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle#Bakugou and Ochako from bnha#Asahi Azumane from Haikyuu!!#hmm that's enough haha there's probably more#I have too many faves and no self control lol#tag replies#ask replies#I still don't know my tagging system properly...#my posts
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