#Sorry this took so long t.t

[wordsmithings]

Where: The Velvet

With: Marsden Augustus Lee (@museinitalics)

When: During the power surge event

Reza took a sip of his beer as he slipped a fiver into Mars’ tight pants, letting his hand linger before it fell to his side. He hadn’t expected to meet anyone from his past here in Fenrir’s Wood, least of all Mars. Never in his wildest dream either to have his friend gave him a lap dance, but here they were. Reza looked at Mars as he moved on top of him. He had more tattoos compared to the last time he saw him, and it made him wonder if Mars had covered every inch of his skin with tattoos except for his face. It wouldn’t be surprising if that was the case. “I still can’t believe we meet again after all these years.” Reza shook his head, taking another sip of his beer. “And you’re with a kid now? Didn’t know you had it in you.”

[hualian]

Hua Cheng, resident menace 😈 + Xie Lian "I see no red flags" 🦋 | Heaven Official’s Blessing S2 Ep6

+ bonus:

[viperbunnies]

HIHI1!!1

I rlly like ur art >< ajsjajs like it's so cute ^^

I was wondering if u wanna be moots!1!1!1! (It's ok if not)

I would like ur discord handle since I'm not active in my Tumblr DMS lol ><!

Hi hi, Unity! Thanks for reaching out to me <3 I appreciate your kind words! Your art is just as cute! I've seen them floating around from other moots. I'm flattered that you asked to be moots with me >< but perhaps we can interact some more first?

As for my discord handle I'm not comfortable sharing them with non-moots so sorry! qwq.

[themanwhomadeamonster]

5 Favorite Characters!

Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Tagged by @arisenreborn thank you so much! :3

Tagging: @beastren @writtense @muralikesgames @edgier-than-a-diamond @pawnguild

[merry-andrews]

John and Lucy for dear @mo-mo-and-porkchop / @myriadxofxmuses 🥰

Let me make a moodboard for our muses!

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

1, 2 and 8 for wyn? 🥺

1. What’s the lie your character says most often?

Done here!

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Done here!

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Oh, not loose at all. Wyn is a professional at coming up with every euphemism under the sun that does not express things so baldly. If you managed to pry the phrase 'I love you' out of her, you've done something extraordinary indeed.

At least, in the interim that exists before something really solid is established. The reason that Wyn is so hesitant to use phrases like that is because it comes with an expectation that there is a relationship of trust and longevity, neither of which she feels like she can promise in her foreseeable future. So she avoids naming it at all. If someone does ever manage to crack that wall of self-sabotage, and put her enough at her ease that she feels like she can say the words first, though? She will say them both easily and often.

Under all of that grim assuredness and self-loathing, Wyn is secretly a bit of a romantic. :>

[aesrot]

Rolan kissing Rand's neck, nibbling on his collar a bit or pressing his mandibles into his neck, sticking his stinger down his throat... testing the limits so much just as much as Rand does when he kisses back, knowing that he can feel Rolan's stinger pulsing in his neck

for rand, being with rolan always came with a sense of danger but also excitement, bc despite the inherent risks of being with him, he just cant help it. even tho he knows it could all be from Rolans nature to lure a prey in, he knew it was more than that. the way Rolan touches him, explores him, tasted and tested the boundaries of his sanity and poked them... it was so much. he never felt so seen, so cared for, so loved.

so, naturally, he wants to give that back to Rolan. not only he allows him to study and memorise every corner and curve of his body, he explores Rolan just the same, pushes back and holds him and makes him feel just as seen and loved, thats how Rand wordlessly shows him levels of trust that are borderline blind devotion, that thats how he wants to love him

[ase-trollplays]

Karell what’s one thing you want to cook but can’t get the ingredients for easily

I first heard about this when I was younger!, so the detai!s are kinda fuzzy!

Okay!, so there's this super rare egg that basica!!y contains either its own universe or the components to create a universe! It's extreme!y difficu!t to get aho!d of!, but if you manage to !and one!, you can make something ca!!ed the Wor!d Eater's Ome!ette!

It's my dream to cook one of those! The number of tro!!s who've ever made it can be counted on one hand!, and Her Imperious Condescension has eaten two of them!

Persona!!y speaking!, I don't even want to eat it! i just want the honor of going down in history as one of the peop!e having cooked it!

[luvdive]

there it is. that self-righteous arrogance that makes them so similar. looking at dean winchester is like staring into a mirror that reminds him only of his past mistakes. a glimpse of what could have been if michael had chosen differently, chosen his brother instead of god. ❝ i have known peace, dean. plenty of it. ❞ he tries to keep his tone even, non-argumentative. he isn't here to fight. ❝ i'm not here to argue with you, hard as that may be to believe. ❞

" i highly doubt you know the meaning of that word ... " despite the archangel's words, dean remained guarded, distrusting, alert, as he reminded him of the kind of human he was dealing with : a defiant one.

[neptunesbbby]

Lo’ak as your best friend

Tags (CW): Lo’ak Sully x Fem!Reader, SFW, aged-up (16+), headcannons, best friends, best friends to lovers, wholesome, sweet, fluff, Lo’ak as your best friend, reader can be na’vi or human.

Synopsis: How I think Lo’ak would be as your best friend.

Word count: 624

A/N: Something quick and cute for my first post. I wrote this just now off the top of my head so forgive me if it seems a little rushed or if there are any grammar errors!

Best friend!Lo’ak who swears you’re just one of the boys but gets caught checking you out, more than once.

Best friend!Lo’ak who has your schedule memorized, so that he knows when he could bug you with no consequences.

Best friend!Lo’ak who damn near loses his breath every time your scent hits his nose, sometimes letting his primal urges takeover his senses in the best way possible.

Best friend!Lo’ak who’s tail stands up at attention every time your skin so much as brushes against his.

Best friend!Lo’ak who tunes everyone out when he’s busy thinking about you and the way your ears do that thing when you’re really focused on something. He’s absolutely obsessed and can’t hear a thing, including the orders his father has given him before the war party dispatched.

“Lo’ak… Lo’ak!”

“Hmm?”

“Did you even hear a single word I said, son?”

“Uh, yes sir…”

(No, he didn’t.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who would softly pinch your tail when you least expect it, just to get a reaction out of you. (He gets it from his father. <3)

Best friend!Lo’ak who loves to play fight and bicker with you every chance he gets because he finds it funny. (It’s also his preferred way of flirting.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who hates the idea of hurting you in any way, shape, or form. So, when he is a little too rough while the two of you are play fighting, he breaks down immediately.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine, I’m okay Lo’ak...”

“Are you sure you’re okay, you—“

“Yes Lo’ak, I’m fine I promise…”

“...Are you sure..?”

Best friend!Lo’ak who’s always trying his best to impress you.

Best friend!Lo’ak who would practically run to ask you how his hair looked immediately after his mom had finished braiding it. (Your opinion is the only one that matters to him.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who frowns everytime you praise a guy that’s not him, immediately telling you that he could do better.

“Did you see how quickly Tansek took down that yerik? I’ve never seen one so large!

“Mtch. I could kill one bigger…”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is lowkey whipped for you, willing to do almost anything you ask but if you ask him about it, he’ll deny it to the ends of the earth.

Best friend!Lo’ak who struggles to hide just how infatuated he is with you from his own family.

Best friend!Lo’ak who doesn’t realize just how deeply in love he is with you until Neteyam and Tuk find him making you a woven necklace (to match his) for your birthday, and they decide to tease him about it.

“Ahh, look at my little brother, finally deciding to start courting the woman that he loves…”

“Loves..? Courting?”

“Oooh, is that necklace for Y/N? Lo’ak loves Y/N~ Lo’ak loves Y/N~ Lo’ak loves—”

“I hate you two.”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is sent into a spiral as soon as he realizes that he’s fallen in love with his best friend.

Best friend!Lo’ak who avoids you for days afterwards, scared that anything he might say or do will give him away and ruin you guys’ friendship.

Best friend!Lo’ak who is surprised that when he does finally man up and tell you, you tell him that you knew the whole time.

“What?! What do you mean you knew?”

“You thought you weren’t obvious about it?”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is happy to finally be able to show you his true feelings for you. Even if it means he has to deal with you teasing him for waiting so long to tell you. <3

Best friend!Lo’ak who definitely still calls you bro on accident even months after he has officially started courting you. T.T

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[nishayuro]

I don’t know if you still take requests (especially for Stanley) but I’m a very thirsty girl and I miss my men (and I really like your writing) so I ask anyway!

So, if possible, can I have the fluffiest of fluff ? Like the more tooth rotting stuff you can think about that men ? I’ve been having specially hard days and I’d love to have some comfort.

Thanks a lot even for just reading this ! <3

Dr. Stone Stanley Snyder Fluff Headcanons

A/N: Hii! I’m so sorry this took so long T.T I saw this request back then and just started daydreaming but didn’t have energy to write. But here it is!!! I too, miss my man sooooo much

Genre: FLUFF AS FUCK

Warning: You’ll get cavities

GN!Reader

Stanley is an extremely loyal boyfriend. He’s in the military, he knows loyalty by heart. 

During his downtime in the military, he comes home to you and takes you on lots of dates

Be it indoors or outdoors, he’s got you covered

I feel like Stan is the type to bring you to a laser tag arena or an airsoft arena. He wants you to experience what a “battlefield” feels like. (He will let you win because the smile and laugh you make is enough of a win for him) 

He’s paid GOOD money, being a marine commander for an elite force, he’s the type to spoil you rotten. You want a new wardrobe? Go use his card. Want a new gadget, you already know his pin. Want to go dine at an expensive restaurant, you know where his card is. He will give you everything you want. 

I think Stanley LOVES cuddles, he’s away a lot and is rarely with you, so for the times that he is, he will just lay in bed with you in his arms as you both talk about everything you two wanna talk about.

Stanley is someone who will listen to everything you say, his attention to detail and memory is so good. You mentioned this one thing in passing and you’re shocked when he brings it up months later. 

If you’re not comfortable with his smoking, he won’t smoke when with you. He’s addicted to it, sure, but he won’t risk getting you sick. If he really needs to, he might use chewing tobacco instead. 

I think you both would get a matching tattoo together. It would be something you both designed and is meaningful to you both. 

Whenever he’s on his break, he will take you travelling for vacation. 

He’ll take you to beaches, resorts, tourist spots, and to other perfect vacation places. 

You have definitely met Xeno, Stanley introduced you to his childhood friend when he was sure that he was serious with your relationship. You would get along really well with Xeno and you both tease Stanley a lot.

Stanley would be down to wear matching outfits! You both slay so much.

We all know how attractive Stanley is, and he knows it as well. 

There will be times when someone would come up to him and flirt, he will tell them that he is in a committed relationship or will just straight up ignore them.

One time someone was getting really annoying with their flirting while you and Stanley were on a date and you went to use the bathroom. 

As soon as you arrived, he wasted no time to pull you into a deep kiss in front of the other person, making them go away from embarrassment. 

Speaking of kissing, Stanley loves kissing you! 

Be it small pecks or straight out make out sessions

Stanley also really likes skinship, mostly in private. But he doesn’t have a problem with some PDA.

Whenever he’s deployed overseas, he regularly messages and calls or video calls you whenever he has time or has access to his phone. 

He loves when you fall asleep on call with one another

Or when he’s getting ready while you fall asleep and vice versa

Overall, Stanley knows that he’s not present a lot and he wishes he could be with you more. But he loves you so much and he’s dead set to prove that to you in anyway he can. 

“C’mon babe, the movie is gonna start!” You pulled him towards the cinema, popcorn in hand and his hand in the other. “Alright love, chill. You might trip.” He replies, slowing you down. You both got in your seats and waited for the advertisements to end. You would both whisper to each other during the movie, commenting about the scenes quiet enough to not disturb the others. When the movie ended and the lights turned on, Stanley turned towards you. “You have something there” He said, pointing near your lip. “Huh?” you asked, wiping at said place. “Let me.” he said, surprising you as he leaned in and gave you a kiss on the lips while holding your chin, pulling back with a smirk on his face as he got up. “Oi! Stann, what was that for?!” you exclaimed, blood pooling to your cheeks from being flustered. “Nothin’, you were just being cute.” he answered with a smile. He took your hand in his and led you both out of the cinema. As you were walking back to the parking lot, you decided to surprise him yourself. “I love you, Stanley.” You said, looking at him and squeezing your intertwined hands. His eyes widened, ears and cheeks a light shade of pink, “heh, I love you more, y/n.” He answered back with a smile.

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[merry-andrews]

OH MY GOD IT WAS SUCH A CUTE DELIGHTFUL GIFT TO WAKE UP TO!!!!! i'm screaming! just look how cute and adorable it is!! my fave part is that you used gifs too and it made it much more amazing!!! i really really love it!!! THANK YOU HONEY!!!!!! I really love our wild west thread, too! it's cute and exactly captures the vibe we were aiming for!!!i just love it!!!

BONNIE OOWAITE. && JOHN VOGELBAUM. ( @homelander-rp-blog )

[isnotwhatyourethinking]

The Warrior & The Healer - Chapter 3

Cassian x Winter Court Healer Reader

Summary: Y/n's healing powers are unparalleled, a gift from the Mother that she wields with precision and care. Sent to Velaris under the guise of a diplomatic mission, Y/n is secretly bound by a darker duty—spying for the Winter Court's ruthless war general, Isarn, to protect her imprisoned mother. But as she works to heal the wounds inflicted by Hybern, a chance encounter with a certain Illyrian warrior changes everything.

Word Count: 5.8K

A/N: sorry this took so long, I had to organize an auction T.T though I loved loved loved diving more into the plot and introducing new characters! hope u like this one, angst and all xx

Warnings: girl can't catch a break, angst, mentions of family abuse, blood, violence, waterboarding, language if you squint, some fluff at the end, sorry if I missed anything!

All ACOTAR rights to the genius of Sarah J Maas✨

Upon arriving at the Winter Court, I was greeted by a too-familiar frigid air that clung to my bones, making me long for the warmth of Velaris, and by a structure before me that loomed like a minatory giant, challenging me with its sheer presence. 

The Hailstone Citadel stood majestically atop a rocky hill, its towering spires piercing the frosty air. Constructed around a grand meeting hall where the leaders of the Court gathered for official events, and made from spotless white marble with delicate veins of silver, its walls shimmered like freshly fallen snow under the pale winter sun. The battlements, adorned with intricate carvings of long-forgotten runes, were fashioned from pale blue quartzite, their surfaces glistening as if perpetually coated in a thin layer of frost. 

Inside, the grand halls were lined with smooth alabaster, casting an ethereal glow that mimicked the natural luminescence of ice. Blue calcite pillars rose to support the vaulted ceilings, their icy hue deepening the castle's wintry ambiance. Even the floors, polished to perfection, reflected the cold beauty of the surroundings, with inlaid designs of glacial stone that told tales of ancient winters. 

I stared at the mythical beasts that welcomed me, standing as majestic statues at the base of the blue pillars, symbols of the Winter Court’s strength and ferocity. Great white glacial bears, their fur eternally pristine like the marble walls, were carved to perfection. Snow griffins and frostfang wolves, their watchful gazes following my every move, guarded the halls with silent vigilance. They had always made me feel so small, as if they might jump and shred me to pieces at any second.

The entire structure exuded an icy aura, both in temperature and in its hauntingly beautiful design, perfectly encapsulating the essence of my court. I was caught off guard by the subtle shudder that thought caused.

As I made my way to the tactical wing, I felt a shiver run down my spine, and not just from the cold: a large group of soldiers greeted me with their imposing presence. Isarn might be playing the role of a vigilant warlord, but the overabundance of soldiers spoke volumes about his paranoia. Still, they were a formidable sight, their uniforms a mixture of elegance and intimidation. Each soldier wore a long, icy blue tunic of thick wool embroidered with delicate silver snowflakes. Over this they wore white, fur-lined cloaks, fastened at the shoulder with silver clasps in the shape of direwolves—the well-known beast form of our High Lord. 

Trying to shake off the thought of what Kallias would do to me if he discovered what I was doing, I shifted my attention back to the formation of the soldiers, the details of their armor gleaming in the pale light, silver breastplates intricately engraved with frost patterns and beasts, polished to a mirror-like finish that reflected the icy surroundings. 

I slightly nodded at the formation, heading to Isarn’s office. I raggedly filled my lungs and held my pendant before walking into my cursed fate. No fear. One deep breath. No hesitation. Another deep breath. I knocked once announcing myself, and opened the door.

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Isarn's office bore none of the elegance of the grand halls of the Citadel. The walls were adorned with detailed maps of Prythian, some marked by battle plans. Shelves lined one wall, filled with tomes on warfare, tactics, and the history of the Winter Court. Weapons of all kinds—swords, daggers, and axes—were meticulously displayed, the room was lit by a single obsidian chandelier, its dark crystals casting sharp light across the space. 

In the corner, a fireplace donned with a shiny grease black tile crackled with blue-tinged flames, the firelight casting eerie, flickering shadows across the room. The hearth was decorated with carvings of snarling beasts, and despite the warmth it provided, the fireplace only seemed to add to the cold, merciless atmosphere. A large desk dominated the center of the room, made of dark, polished ebony that looked almost black in the dim light. Behind it sat a high-backed chair, its design as austere and commanding as the man who occupied it. 

Despite his stature, the General's presence was overwhelming, his authority radiating with sheer force. He was a short, chubby male with skin so pale it almost appeared gray, the black ponds of ink he had for eyes missing nothing—a cold, calculating gaze that seemed to see through any facade. His gray hair, balding at the crown, was meticulously combed straight and sleek in a strict military fashion that only added to his stern demeanor. Dressed in the immaculate regalia of a warlord and topped with a prominently displayed black onyx blade, he projected an aura of intimidation and behest. I loathed this visit, though I was looking forward to hearing news of my mother.

"Sit down", he commanded in his screeching voice. 

"I’d rather stand", I spat back. An evil smile crossed his features. 

"Y/N… You’re in no position to negotiate, and I’m not in the mood for insubordination. Sit. the fuck. down". 

Prick.

My back tensed as I reluctantly sat in one of the chairs located in front of his desk, hands still in my pewter cloak’s pockets. 

"I hope, for yours and your mother’s sake, you’re not wasting my time."

I nervously looked at his chubby hands, adorned with rings shaped like bears, tapping rhythmically against his desk. Every other plump finger was wrapped in a band of platinum, a showy attempt to command respect, as if a reminder of his authority had to be displayed at all times, I thought. 

"The Night Court is heavily secured since Hybern’s attack," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thanks to the Ancient One’s powers and the Cursebreaker defending the city, Hybern did not stand a chance." 

Isarn’s expression remained inscrutable as he leaned back in his chair, calculating. "Go on," he pressed, his voice a dangerous murmur.

I took a deep breath, the weight of the pendant around my neck grounding me. "Amren’s powers are… unlike anything I’ve ever heard of. She can seamlessly control mind and body, the Cursebreaker herself was impressed by her skills."

"What about that winged bastard? Did the treacherous High Lord reveal anything useful about their plans against Hybern?" he said in a mocking tone, each word a poisonous blade cutting through the tension in the room. 

I hesitated, the memory of Rhysand mentioning a book to Feyre flashing through my mind. I knew, I knew this was wrong, and I hated the thought of putting the Night Court at risk. But the desperate need to gain leverage gnawed at me. No, I couldn’t reveal this information before negotiating my mother’s release. "Where is my mother?" I asked, trying to shift the conversation.

Isarn’s eyes narrowed, and he stood, moving around his desk with the grace of a predator. "Information first," he said, his voice unyielding.

A power struggle unfolded as he circled me, each step calculated. "Your dear mother is expecting you to fulfill your side of the bargain." He hesitated for a second, carefully measuring his next words to avoid giving anything away. "And the Night Court is not your concern," he added with a tone of casual malice, as if the subject was of little importance to him. 

Interesting.

In a blink, he was beside me, and before I could react, I felt the cold touch of his onyx blade at the nape of my neck. Isarn was faster than I had anticipated, his military training evident in his swift, lethal movement.

I summoned a burst of chilling force to my upper body, just in case, trying to remain grounded. 

"Tell me… what you know," Isarn demanded, slowly pressing the blade harder against my neck.

I felt a warm liquid trickle down my back—he had pierced my skin. The pain was sharp, but the realization of my vulnerability was even more cutting. My wound was healing quickly, though the gash hurt like hell. 

He kept pressing with intent and what felt like... pleasure? I fought back tears until they finally broke. 

"I heard Rhysand and Feyre talking about a book the Ancient One is working on. It could be a weapon, I don't... I don't know anything else." 

Isarn’s smile was victorious as he released the blade from my neck. "A book?" His eyes gleamed with greed. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?" he taunted, his voice mocking and triumphant. Then the bastard licked my blood from the tip of the blade, never breaking eye contact. Repulsive, dishonorable, evil shred of a male. 

I forced a gag down my throat and kept an impassive expression on my face to avoid giving him a reaction, but I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I was disgusted, enraged, frustrated and tired. How much longer did we have to put up with this prick? From the moment I was recalled from the Boreal Retreat to the Citadel a few weeks ago, Isarn had made it his personal mission to humiliate me every chance he got. The Commander, Gods only knew how, had managed to convince Kallias to assign me to aid the Night Court, so I hadn't even had time to delegate my duties, and I often wondered how my patients at the Retreat were doing. 

Fortunately, a knock on the door interrupted my torment.

"Sir?" A soldier peeked his head in with hesitation and fear. He had been summoned by the Commander but clearly did not want to disturb him. He knew better than that.

"Alfson. Take the lady here to the lower chambers. Make sure she sees how her mother is being well cared for." Isarn snarled with disdain. Then he pinned me down with his resolute obsidian eyes as he reclined on his desk, their fixed stare anchoring me in place. 

"We are done here. You're to remain in the Night Court until I say otherwise, and you better not try any funny business." He tapped the ebony with his fat fingers, emphasizing the last three words. "I've got eyes and ears everywhere."

"I've got eyes and ears everywhere," I scoffed in my head. Honestly, what was his interest in the Night Court? 

What is your endgame, Commander?

A surge of strength coursed through me, a defiant fire igniting in my chest. While my resilience had always been a silent force, manifesting through actions rather than words, this newfound courage startled me. 

Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out of my mouth.

"You mean Hybern’s?"

His head suddenly snapped up, a shadow crossing his face. Without warning, his hand lashed out, striking me across the face with a force that sent me reeling. The sting of his platinum rings bit into my skin, and before I could even touch my cheek to ease the pain, his gaze shifted to the soldier. With a slight nod and a silent command in his eyes, he conveyed his next order.

A sudden, searing pain exploded at the side of my head, and my world turned black.

The barren, snow-covered ground crunched beneath our feet as we searched for anything to stave off our gnawing hunger. It had been two weeks since my father had left us to fend for ourselves, his absences a common trial we had learned to endure. The biting wind whipped through my thin clothes, but I barely felt it, my focus solely on survival. 

I ran ahead of her, a small figure stood out a few meters away in the sea of whites and grays around us.

“Mama, look!”

We had stumbled upon a rabbit, its fragile body barely clinging to life. I looked at my mother with young, inexperienced eyes, searching in hers for an answer to the rabbit's pain, though knowing this could be our dinner. 

She knelt beside the animal, examining it with gentle hands despite the harshness of our surroundings. Her eyes, a blend of resolve and sorrow, met mine with a weight that belied her calm exterior. She cupped her hand on my left cheek, a mother's heart breaking at the lesson she was about to teach her little girl. 

"You must choose," she said gently, her voice trembling yet firm as strings of mist came out of her mouth. "Help it get better, or let it go peacefully. The decision is yours, my love."

Her tone carried not just the necessity of our survival, but a plea for understanding. 

I hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on my small shoulders. The rabbit's labored breaths filled my ears, and I felt a pang of empathy for the creature. But the growling of my stomach and the desperate look in my mother's eyes forced my hand. With trembling fingers, I reached out, knowing that this choice meant survival.

I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering my strength, then made the call. 

I snapped the flimsy neck, ending the rabbit’s suffering to provide us with a meal. The act felt heavy, its significance settling deep within me.

My mother’s gaze hardened as she stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. 

"You did good. Sometimes we must do not what our hearts desire but what our needs demand, without fear nor hesitation” 

Her words replaced the feeling of guilt and grief, they had etched themselves into my soul, becoming a cornerstone of my resilience and determination.

I bolted upright on the cold stone floor, my mother's voice echoing in my mind. The nightmare, the memory, had faded, but the longing for her warming presence remained.

As my senses returned, I realized I wasn't in my bed but in a dark, dank dungeon. The chains binding me were a deep, otherworldly blue, shimmering faintly in the dim light. Each link felt like liquid metal solidified into an unbreakable structure, wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles. The subtle chill from their touch seeped into my bones, sapping my strength with powerful magic. 

I groaned as I tried to reach for the back of my head where an intense headache originated, pounding behind my eyes, likely from the blow Alfson had delivered in Isarn’s office. My vision was still blurry, but as I blinked rapidly trying to clear my sight, the full extent of my situation became painfully clear: I wasn't healing.

I struggled against the chains, my movements slow and sluggish. Each effort to free myself only seemed to tighten their grip. Panic began to set in, my breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Then, amidst the silence of the dungeon, a familiar whimpering voice reached me over the ringing in my ears.

Across the cell, through the dim light and shadows, I saw her. She was huddled in a corner, her once-vibrant form now frail and broken. 

No. No, no, no–

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the horror of her imprisonment. Isarn hadn't been keeping her in some quarters as I had hoped; all this time, she had been held captive in a dungeon cell. 

"My child," she murmured. 

It pained me to hear her voice barely audible carrying the weight of all the suffering she had endured.

"Mama," the call came from the bottom of my heart, out to my lips, hoarse and desperate. The sight of her, more than the chains, more than the cold, more than the headache, shattered my core. I fought against the bonds with renewed desperation, my mind racing to find a way to free us both. A thousand questions swirled in my mind, and I could see the same confusion and urgency reflected in my mother's eyes.

I breathed, trying to keep my voice steady, "I've been out assisting the Night Court."

Her eyes widened, a spark of shock briefly flickering through her weariness. I wanted to tell her everything, about the beautiful city of Starlight, the people I had met, the mission I had undertaken, about my mate, but there was no time. The sound of boots echoed faintly in the background, so I continued.

"Mama, I’ve been well, but I can't talk for long," I said, my words hurried. "They're coming."

She nodded, understanding the urgency. Despite her frail state, she reached out to me as if she could hold my hand from a distance. "Bjorn," she said, her voice dry and raspy, "he's been aiding me."

Bjorn. The mention of his name brought a flood of emotions. My uncle, my mentor, the one who had always been there for us. While my father abandoned us, Bjorn had stepped in, teaching me everything I needed to know to survive in this frozen hell. As the Captain of the border forces with the Autumn Court, he had been a figure of fortitude and tenacity, walking alongside me every step of the way, from treating soldiers in makeshift tents to becoming indispensable to the court. He was more of a father to me than my own ever was. 

"He sneaks in when he can... Isarn still doesn’t know," my mother continued in a whisper, forcing a gulp. "He doesn’t know you’re related. It’s our only advantage."

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. The thought of seeing Bjorn again gave me a glimmer of hope. I had kept it together up to this point but gods knew I needed a lifeline. 

"Do what Isarn says for now, my love. Find Bjorn. He’s been looking for you, too."

My mother fought a cough, struggling to talk. As her eyes met mine, I silently pleaded with her to stop, to save her strength, but she pressed on, defying my unspoken request. 

"He mentioned tensions at the border are growing, and that he’s been looking for a way to undermine Isarn's influence, to exploit his vulnerabilities."

The sound of boots grew louder, the guards getting closer. Panic surged through me, but I held on to my mother’s words. "We’ll get through this," I promised. "I'll find Bjorn." As soon as Isarn grows bored of this hissy fit and sends me back to Velaris.

The Mother must’ve heard my prayers, as two soldiers finally approached the cell’s gate, each carrying a large bucket filled with what looked like water, and two thick linen cloths. This couldn’t be good.

"Rise and shine, ladies," one of them sneered.

Fuck, how long had it been?

The soldiers walked into the cell with a menacing air. "This is a mercy from the General, a little reminder." one of them said, his words dripping with that characteristic malice of Isarn’s personal guard.

Before I could react, they grabbed us and forced us to the cold stone floor. The first splash of icy water hit my face like a thousand needles, the shock making me gasp for air. The cloth was pressed over my face, and the torture began.

I struggled to breathe as they poured more water on me, each inhalation bringing it into my lungs. Panic and pain overwhelmed me as I heard my mother's muffled cries close by. I fought against the restraints, desperately trying to break free, but the chains held me fast.

Just when I thought I would drown, they stopped. I laid there, coughing and gasping for breath, my body trembling. The soldiers laughed, their eyes savoring their making.

"If you don’t comply with the General’s orders," one of them said, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "or if you dare to question him again, he will personally stab you both with faebane, bathe you in cold water, and leave you out to freeze to death."

The other soldier removed the dark indigo bonds and spat on my face.

“Scum.”

But I ignored it all as I crawled towards my mother, every movement a struggle. "Mama, please," I begged, "stay with me."

Darkness was closing in, my strength fading. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was my mother’s frail form, her eyes filled with love and desperation. 

I drifted in and out of awareness as rough hands grabbed me, dragging me out of the dungeons. My body felt heavy, my limbs barely responding. Through blurred vision, I saw the dimly lit corridors of the lower levels of the Hailstone Citadel pass by, the cold seeping into my bones.

"Keep moving," one of the soldiers muttered, his grip tightening on my arm.

They hauled me through a hidden exit at the back of the citadel, into the freezing night. The biting wind stung my face, jolting me closer to full consciousness. They dragged me into the bailey, the snow crunching under their boots, until they finally dropped me unceremoniously onto the ground.

I laid there, shivering, hardly breathing. I had to move. Summoning the last of my strength to heal the tightness in my muscles, I pushed myself up, staggering towards the stables I knew were nearby. Each step was a battle as I reached a horse conveniently saddled, its breath visible in the cold air. I had always prided myself on being self-reliant, I’d been taught to never depend on a male for strength or comfort. But now, as my body temperature kept dangerously dropping, I found myself wishing for Cassian’s warmth, his strong arms wrapping around me. I held onto that feeling for solace, while focusing on mounting the animal. 

I urged the horse south, towards the Autumn Court border where I knew Bjorn was positioned. The ride was a blur of icy wind and snow-covered trees. I fought hard to stay awake and to listen to the rhythm of the horse’s gallop—it was the only thing keeping me from slipping back into unconsciousness.

When I finally reached the border at dawn, the outpost where Bjorn was stationed came into view. It was a watchpoint where the soldiers of the Winter Court kept an eye on the shifting lines between territories. Tents erected around a tall brick structure dotted the landscape as far as I could see, blending into the snow-covered ground.

A soldier approached as I dismounted, recognizing me from past encounters at the recovery camps. "Y/N," he greeted, his voice filled with concern as he saw my condition. He helped me unmount, his hands steadying me as I stumbled. 

"I have urgent business with the Captain," I muttered as I could.

The soldier nodded, understanding the urgency. "This way."

He tied the horse to a post and guided me through the site as I made my way to Bjorn's tent. The sounds and faces of the outpost, once familiar and comforting, now felt distant and blurred as if they were fading away. At last, we arrived at Bjorn's tent. The soldier stepped inside first, clearing his throat before speaking, "Captain, someone’s here to see you." I followed, my legs barely holding me up.

Bjorn turned around, shock registering on his face when he saw me. "Y/N," his voice broke, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and worry. 

I couldn't contain my tears any longer. I ran to him, collapsing into his embrace. He wrapped me around tightly in a fatherly comfort I had longed for since I left for the Night Court.

As we stood there, memories of our time together surged through my mind. I recalled the countless hours we spent in the training grounds, his voice calm and steady as he instructed me on how to hold a blade, how to keep my balance even on treacherous ice. He drilled me in the military structure of the Winter Court, ensuring I understood the hierarchy and strategies that could one day save my life. 

His patience never wavered as he guided me in harnessing my healing powers, teaching me to channel my energy and focus it precisely where it was needed. Every lesson, every word of encouragement had shaped me into who I was today. He had been there for me in my darkest moments, offering his support and wisdom when I needed it most. Our familial tie was forged in those early days of hardship, and it had only grown stronger over the years.

"I thought I'd lost you," Bjorn whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I pulled back, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "My mother…" I pleaded, "she needs help."

Bjorn’s face set with resolve. "We’ll take care of her."

He turned and called for the soldier who had brought me to the tent. As the soldier approached, Bjorn drifted to his work table, quickly scribbling something on a piece of paper. He handed it to the soldier. "Take this to Eirik," he instructed. "He’ll know what to do."

The soldier nodded and swiftly left the tent, leaving me sighing with a sense of relief. Bjorn finally faced me, studying me with worry. 

"I look like hell, don't I?" I managed a weak smile.

Bjorn chuckled, a soft, affectionate sound. "You always did have a flair for understatement," he teased, his teal blue eyes scanning me for injuries. He quickly urged me to sit, gently helping me as I sank onto a nearby stool. As he helped me remove my wet cloak, no longer pewter but a light charcoal due to all the dirt, and my boots, he gazed at my wrists where they were still hurt. My powers were almost depleted.

When he took off my boots, he noticed the bargain tattoo. His lips pursed. "Your mother told me about..." He pointed at the tattoo with his chin. "When you left... I couldn't, I haven't forgiven myself. I should've been there for you. I'm sorry." 

I reached out for his arms, like I always did many, many times when I was younger and none of this mattered. 

"You had no way of knowing, and I won't let you carry the guilt of Isarn's doing," I whispered in our embrace.

I took a deep breath and slowly let go, still holding his hands. "I was in the Night Court, sent to work as a healer, but I was spying for Isarn. He..." I looked down at my wrists, cuts from the chains still open, "did not hold back when I returned. The moment I mentioned the King of Hybern, he snapped. I don't get it, why is he so interested in the Night Court?"

Bjorn's face hardened. "Because he’s an ambitious prick. I have spies within Isarn’s close circle. He's working with Hybern. He’s promised him the Winter Court in exchange for his help." 

He saw the blood leaving my face as my heart sank, waves of blame and dread suffocated me. 

Dear Mother. What have I done?

"Is that even possible?"

"The fool is a loyalist. He’d gladly sell his own pathetic life to bring back the days of human enslavement."

Weariness was creeping in. I hadn’t slept all night, though the gravity of the conversation was enough to keep my mind alert. 

"It gets worse," Bjorn continued. "Isarn plans to help Hybern destabilize the Night Court by kidnapping the Cursebreaker. Apparently Hybern wants to use her powers against all humans down the Wall, though we still don’t know how."

"Feyre... But why would Isarn do this?" 

Despite his cruelty, Isarn was a military commander through and through, his loyalty to the Winter Court woven into the very fabric of his being. Betrayal felt out of character.

Bjorn's eyes locked into mine, his demeanor to the brink of desperation. "Isarn has long harbored resentment towards Lady Viviane for commanding the Winter Court armies during Under the Mountain. He felt..." 

The soldier that brought me to the tent interrupted, bringing two steaming bowls of stew, the savory aroma filling the tent. 

"This might not be a feast, but it'll keep you going," he remarked while he offered me a shy smile, approaching me with a bowl.

Ever the overprotective parent, Bjorn grabbed both from his hands, dismissing the soldier with a nod, and continued. 

"He felt small and undermined—no surprises there." He winked at me conspiratorially. I would have laughed at the joke if the guilt within me wasn't drowning me.

"Especially after discovering Lady Viviane's leadership role. His supposed captivity by Hybern was a ruse; he was collaborating with them all along."

I felt a sickening twist in my gut. I lowered my head into my hands, resting them on my legs, overwhelmed by exhaustion and frustration, and unable to process any more information. Telling Isarn about the book had been a mistake. A grave mistake. But I couldn't burden Bjorn with the weight of my call, I'd rather keep him focused on my mother's well-being. Then there's the safety of my mate… I had to fix this. I knew what I had to do. 

"I have to go back to the Night Court." I uttered with a stammer. 

Bjorn's eyes blanked with a resolve that startled me, he’d seen right through me and instantly knew my intentions. He stood up and started pacing around the tent. 

"If you plan to share any information about Isarn and his plans with the Night Court, you need to be prepared, Y/N.”

He was right. If I approached Rhysand and Feyre, laying out everything I knew about Isarn while also proposing a solution, they could not only be warned but might also offer resources and intelligence to our advantage, in a joint effort. A pang of gratitude hit my core when I realized that, in the rush of the moment, Isarn wasn’t too specific with the terms of the bargain. 

A fool, indeed. This might just work. 

I felt a hint of pride in my chest.

"Not bad for an old captain," I winked at him, and replied with a smirk when I shared my conclusion. 

"I'll need to devise a plan that ensures Isarn can't retaliate. If I can present them with a strategy to counter his, they may be able to support us."

Bjorn agreed, his expression serious. 

"Exactly. They have as much at stake as we do."

He slowly leaned towards me, placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes, his gaze full of emotion. I knew this moment would come once more, the moment we part without knowing when we’ll see each other again, but I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. It seemed like all we had now were these fleeting moments, and there was still so much I wanted to share with him.

"You can do this, Y/N. But remember, you must keep up the facade with Isarn until the very end. Any slip, and he will come down on you hard. On both of you.”

"I understand," I said firmly, taking his calloused hands in mine. 

Then he searched my eyes for the tenacity he'd taught me to maintain in these situations, and found another emotion seeping in instead.

A longing for the male I'd been relentlessly pushing away, leaving him behind at the Night Court.

"Alright, spill it, child. What’s going on?" Bjorn pressed, his gaze unwavering.

I hesitated, my thoughts a whirlwind. I wanted to tell him about Cassian, but how could I explain this to Bjorn when Cassian himself didn't know about the mating bond? Not that I was planning to tell him either. 

The risk of exposing such a deeply personal truth made me feel incredibly vulnerable. Still, I wanted him to know. I needed his guidance and support, now more than ever.

"I..." I started, struggling to find the right words. "There’s someone at the Night Court. Someone... important to me."

Bjorn's thick eyebrows burrowed, but he waited patiently for me to continue.

"I think... I think I've found my mate. He's very well known and a person of trust in the Night Court. He doesn't know though, about the bond."

Bjorn's lips drew a line. 

Oh, Gods. 

I hadn't been this nervous since the first time I met Kallias. I forced a swallow down my throat and continued, the words coming out of my mouth in a hurried tirade like a child who had been caught being naughty.

"I cannot, will not risk this mission for a male I barely know, though," I continued, determination hardening my voice despite the pounding in my heart. "There's too much at stake, and I need to focus on what matters now."

Bjorn’s lips twitched, and for a moment, I saw the familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. 

"So, you’re just telling me now that you found your mate?" he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. "And here I thought you were keeping all your secrets from me."

Despite the tension, a small smile crept across my face as I lowered my chin and looked at my bare foot. "It's not like that."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, I know, child. I’m just teasing. But seriously, a mate? And an important one in the Night Court, no less,” his hands reaching his hips. “You sure know how to pick them."

I mentally sighed as all the light-hearted taunting eased some of the anxiety gnawing at my insides. 

"I didn’t exactly choose this, you know." 

Bjorn’s expression turned more serious, though the warmth didn’t leave his eyes. "I admire your determination, Y/N. And I’m happy for you, really. But you need to be cautious. Especially if he’s a significant figure in the Night Court."

He elbowed me with complicit eyes, "Can I know who this significant other, I mean, figure is?"

I rolled my eyes, tempted to fall into more of his tease but instead I hesitated, thinking about the answer. 

"You’ll know, Bjorn. In time. If everything goes well after Isarn is dealt with. For now, we move forward with the plan."

Bjorn nodded, understanding the boundary. "Fair enough. Just promise me you’ll be careful. And be smart. Remember your training."

"I promise," I said, knowing that I would cling to those words when the moment demanded it. I stood there for a moment, trying to hold on to this precious instant with him. His concern for me was evident, and it mirrored the worry I felt for him. 

"Good," he replied with a reassuring smile. Bjorn’s blue eyes softened as he pulled me into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of mist and pine enveloped me, grounding me in the moment. 

“Please be strong, petal,” he murmured, his tone carried a hue of anguish. I nodded against his shoulder, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall upon hearing the affectionate nickname he’d given me since I was a child. “I will.”

We pulled back slightly, our hands still clasped together. His rough palms were a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I looked into his eyes again and recognized the unspoken devoted love that had always been there. 

"This isn't goodbye," I said softly, squeezing his hands. "Please keep her safe. Who knows, the next time we meet I may bring some allies, Mother willing."

"I'll hold you to that. Now go," he held my chin up gently, with a caress. "Go back to the Night Court and show them what you're made of," his eyes shone with affection. 

With a final nod, I gathered my now somewhat-dry cloak, and some clean clothes and supplies for the journey he'd packed for me. 

Before I walked out of the tent, he called after me.

"He better be good with a sword."

I hid a grin, knowing the answer. "Something like that."

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Okay okay okay!!! It's ask time 🗣️🗣️

Top 3 favourite bllk characters and why?

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my top three blue lock characters are…

3. Itoshi Rin. he plays to achieve something. and that’s hot.

2. Mikage Reo. he doesn’t give a shit on his parents’ opinion and does what he wants.

1. Isagi Yoichi. he lives for his passion and dream. and he’s also willed to sacrifice things on the way to achieve it.and hes cute af, I want to bite him.

in conclusion: all three of them have something I don’t have.

honorable mentions: Itoshi Sae, Nagi Seishiro

note: sorry it took me so long T.T. I didn’t knew why I liked them (they`re all hot).

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sensitivity

pairing: lee know x reader word count: 913 genre: angst, hurt to comfort, fluff warnings: none. this is for all my sensitive crybabies. i see u. i feel u. i am u T.T!!

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The night was quiet. Only the clanking of the plates could be heard. You stood up to clear the table when you heard Minho speak, “How much longer are going to be mad for?”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to wash the dishes.

“I said I was sorry already Y/N! What more do you want from me?,”

You kissed your teeth before returning to the task at hand. He pulled you away, made you stand in front of him.

“Y/N please, ta..talk to me. I..I don’t know what else I did wrong and you not telling me doesn’t help. I’m not purposefully trying to be obtuse, I apologized already. I don’t know how to fix it, tell me how to fix it,”

His eyes desperately searched yours. His mouth was left slightly open out of shock, desperation and maybe fear. Fear that you’ll leave him. Fear that was rightly displaced.

It angered you even more. Why is he making you seem like the difficult one? Like you were the one that ruined the night for you two.

“How long have we been dating Minho?” You simply asked.

The tears welled up in your eyes and you swore you could see his heart break at the possibility of you crying. You want the relationship to work, you don’t want to break up so easily. But what he said about you this evening. And you were to brush it over? Not let it bother you? No way.

You stand in his studio apartment, looking at him intensely, waiting for an answer.

“Three months. But I..I don’t see how that had to-”

You cut him off, “Exactly, three months. We’ve been together for three months. And in those three months I gave you my heart. Which is so hard for me to do. And you know that. I showed you every bit of insecurity I had. I told you everything. Why would you hurt me knowing how fragile I am?”

Your tears poured down, you started sniffling and your voice cracked as you tried to speak again. Minho quickly engulfed you in a hug, one you accepted. You’re mad at him, yes, but you can’t hate him. You need comfort and love specifically from him.

He brought you to his couch and placed you in his lap, gently patting your curls until you calmed down. You took a deep breath and he wiped your tears away, looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

“Why did you have to call me sensitive to your friends? I know that some people don’t see it as a big deal, but you know me and you know how people use that word to mock me. I know they are your friends and I trust that you made some great people your friends, but I don’t know them Min. I don't know if they'll use my sensitivity against me. God, now that I’m talking about this, it sounds stupid. I’m sorry,” You rolled your eyes and attempted to get up, but he held you tighter.

“No baby no. Don’t say that.” He gently tucked one of your frayed curls back into place in your puff. “You’re right. How you feel is completely right. And you’ve talked to me about it. And how you’re scared that people use it against you. I’m sorry. I said it already but I didn’t know how much it bothered you. I just played it as it wasn’t that serious and it was and is. I’m sorry,”

“Thank you,” You sniffled.

“I love your sensitivity though, it’s what makes you, you”

“You do? Really?”

“I love every part of you. I told my friends that you were sensitive because they joke around alot and I didn’t want them to overstep, but I overstepped. I’m sorry.”

Hearing this made your heart burst. He was simply trying to protect you. “I’m sorry too,” You said.

“No you don’t have anything to apologize for babe,”

You shook your head as you ran your hand through his hair, holding his face gently. “Yes I do. I should never have given you the silent treatment, making you feel confused and frustrated. I’m sorry Min,”

He gave you a quick peck. Then two. Then three. Then he started peppering your face with kisses leaving you giggling. “I accept your apology I guess,”

“You guess?” You said smiling, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“It’s that, yeah it hurt when you did that. But you’re here now. And I knew it wasn’t going to last, because no matter what I love you. And you love me too right?” He asked softly, gazing into your eyes.

“Of course I do. I love you, always, no matter what.”

He smiled big, before giving you a soft kiss. “Exactly love. Love… hurts sometimes. But I know I want to make us last, so I’m going to put in the work, even if it hurts. As long as you love me, it’s worth it,”

“Do your friends know you’re this big of a softie?” You giggled.

He quickly picked you up leaving you to yelp. “My sensitivity is reserved for you. And I’ll cherish yours and the fact that you chose to share it with me always,”

“Oh my, you are a romantic Lee Minho,”

You both laughed as he spun you around his apartment. The sound of your laughter being the representative sound of your love.

a/n hihi!! i hope u enjoyed this one 🥹 let me know if u did please!! i appreciate the likes and reblog on my college au! seungmin fic. i went a bit angsty on this one, leaning into hurt/comfort side lmao 😭 if u liked it feel free to reblog so more people can see it or just tell me 🥹 i’ll feel so happy if someone told me they liked my writing. okay okay i’ve talked enough. i hope u have a good dayyy bye <333

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Omg hiiii. I was wondering if you could do a Saiki K request? Basically he meets another psychic that’s not attracted to him and she’s in the grade above so she practically acts like his older sister and fights off Kusuke AHAHAHAH

Thanks again💜💜

hello, anon! thank you for the request. i thought this idea was really funny since it's random but i like it a lot!! i'll try my best and hope u liked it! (i'm also really sorry it took me so long to do this)

psychic! reader fighting kusuke ft. kusuo saiki (hcs)

notes: fem reader, platonic, reader acts like saiki's older sis, just crack

kusuo was unamused, to say the least. here he was, listening to you rant about how powerful you were in comparison to him, in which he absolutely disagrees. but who was he to say anything? you clearly weren't listening to him, nor did you care.

he should've acted quicker when he felt your presence in his school, a senior a year older who was looking for him. knowing that kusuo could hear your thought, you told him to befriend you if he wanted you to keep your mouth shut over the fact that the both of you were psychics.

which is why kusuo is stuck with you after classes, and during recess (in which kokomi was not pleased).

a part of kusuo thought that you were one of the girls that were chasing after him (you were so offended he thought of you like that, the disgusted face you made was enough to serve as proof that he was wrong).

to add insult to injury, kokomi came across you ruffling kusuo's hair once, so now the misunderstanding just keeps getting worse.

tbh, you were doing it on purpose since kusuo was always so stone-faced and it just intrigued you.

in all truth, the reason you approached kusuo was to stop his older brother, kusuke from wrecking the whole entire world.

although kusuo doubts his brother's capability in doing so, he knows it's possible. he knows. because it's kusuke.

but what kusuo wasn't expecting was how much he liked having your company around, much to his dismay. having you around made him feel like he wasn't alone (in terms of being psychic)

and to be honest, you liked hanging out with him too! as much as he tried ignoring you, you just couldn't help but be around him.

and then the day came, and you had to face kusuke.

kusuke was 100% annoyed that you existed T.T like wtf you doing around my brother typa beat.

and you were actually right, the man was tryna destroy the world! so you and kusuo had to play kusuke's little game of hide and seek and eventually managed to win.

kusuke was amused, the least to say.

now imagine him tryna research on you bcs he's never seen someone on the same wavelength w his bro.

to conclude, now kusuke was constantly on your ass and kusuo is the least bothered by it.

your everyday life just got more crazier

-end-

a/n: i am so SORRY this took so long i actually passed out mid writing bcs i was so sick KJSDKSAHDK and then forgot i was writing abt this and im sorry this just dont make no sense T.T