#Them not afraid to be themselves around each other

[obvithe-bestsoph]

poderia fazer um onde Pau Cubarsí é melhor amigo do irmão da leitora mas gosta dela?

brother's best friend.

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a/n: request translation: "Could you make one where Pau Cubarsí is the reader's brother's best friend but likes her?" "yours, if you want me.", part 2, is now up! genre: fluff. brother's best friend. lamine's sister. summary: being the twin sister of the lamine yamal means that he's tried to teach you football all your life, and it's never worked, but maybe things are different when it's one of his teammates teaching you. warnings: none. kinda angsty? not really tho.

You’re used to Pau being around. 

Ever since Lamine joined La Masia, Pau had practically become part of the family. He was always at your house, kicking a ball around in the backyard, playing FIFA with your brother, sleeping over after games.

You didn’t think much of it at first. He was just another one of your brother’s many friends, tall and awkward and sweet in that boyish way.

But lately, it felt… different. 

You noticed how Pau’s eyes lingered a little too long when you walked into the room. How, sometimes, he stumbled over his words when you talked to him directly. How he always found a reason to sit next to you at the dining table, even if it meant switching chairs four times and making a million excuses.

You tried to ignore it. Tried. 

But it was hard when he looked at you like he wanted to say something that he couldn’t. 

The day the confession almost happened was the day Lamine dragged both of you out to a local park for a kick around.

“C’mon, just come with us,” he groaned. “It’s not the World Cup final, it’s just Pau and me. You can just stand there and look pretty or whatever.” Lamine, annoying as always, smears a hand across your face, making you bat his arm away and scoff.

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly. 

Pau, following behind him, caught your eye and smiled slightly. “You’ll have fun. Ho prometo (i promise).” 

You rolled your eyes, but you went anyway, telling yourself that it was just to get some fresh air. Definitely not because Pau asked.

At the park, the boys immediately started juggling the ball back and forth between themselves, laughing and trash talking to each other. You sat on a nearby bench, reading a book and enjoying the sunlight, until you heard Pau shout out to you.

“Ei (hey)! Vine aquí (come here)!” 

You looked up. He was standing in the middle of the grass, ball tucked between his arm and waist, grinning. 

“I don’t play!” you called back.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “Just pass it.”

Reluctantly, you stood up, jogging towards the two of them, oddly nervous. You aren’t quite sure of why there are butterflies in your stomach as you get closer, Lamine’s attempted to teach you how to play a million times in your life, what’s different now?

When you reached them, Pau tossed you the ball lightly. You caught it (barely).

“Vale,” he said, stepping closer. “Rule number one: don’t be afraid of the ball.”

You frowned at him. “I’m not afraid.”

He laughed, that easy, low laugh you loved. “You flinched.”

“Did not.” “Did too.” “Did not.”

Your twin groaned once again, stealing the ball from your hands. “God, you two are worse than an old married couple.”

You and Pau froze, exchanging a glance so quick that it almost didn’t even happen.

Of course, Lamine didn’t notice; too busy juggling the ball between his feet. “I’m serious, though. Keep your eyes open. Ball control’s all about confidence.”

You tried to focus, but it was impossible with Pau hovering behind you so closely, quietly encouraging you, his hand brushing your arm ever so often like he couldn’t help himself. 

At one point, you missed a simple shot and groaned. “I suck.”

“You don’t,” Pau said instantly, voice firm. “You just need practice.”

You looked up at him, ready to roll your eyes, but he wasn’t teasing. He was looking at you like you were something special and precious.

Your breath caught for what felt like the millionth time that day. 

You were saved from saying something stupid by Lamine yelling about some competition with Pau, the two of them becoming busy again, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding. 

Later, after your brother had dropped to the grass in exhaustion, Pau wandered back over to you. 

“Hola,” he said, sitting down beside you.

“Hey,” you replied softly. 

The late afternoon sun gave his soft brown hair a golden tint, making him look so effortlessly beautiful, although, what’s new there?

“You were good today,” he spoke softly. 

“You’re a liar,” you said, but you smiled. 

He smiled too, showing all his teeth, happy. “Not lying.”

For a second, you just sat there. The sounds of the park faded around you - kids yelling at the playground nearby, dogs barking, the distant thud of a football being kicked.

It was just him. It was always just him.

“You’re different when he’s not looking,” you said, without really knowing where you were taking this.

Pau tilted his head, confused. “Què vols dir (what do you mean)?”

“You’re… brave,” you said. “But also softer.”

Pau looked away, picking at the grass between his fingers. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“It’s easier when it’s just you.”

You swallowed hard. “Pau-”

“I know I’m not supposed to,” he said quickly, words tumbling out. “I know it’s, like… off-limits or whatever. You’re his twin sister. He’s one of my best friends. It’s messy.”

You stared at him, heart racing. 

“But I like you,” he said, finally meeting your eyes with his striking green ones. “I have for a long time.”

The world felt like it was spinning for a moment. The sun felt hotter. The grass felt softer. Your chest felt full and tight all at once. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but then Lamine yelled from across the field, “Oi, lovebirds! You coming?” 

You and Pau both flushed, knowing he was only teasing and had no idea what was actually going on, but the two of you scrambled to your feet like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

As you walked back, Pau kept a careful distance, not touching you, not looking at you. Like he was scared he’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. 

But when your hand brushed his by accident, you felt his fingers twitch toward yours, and yours to his. 

You didn't grab it. Not yet. But you would. Soon. 

Because maybe things were messy. 

But some messes are worth making.

Especially for Pau Cubarsí. "YOURS, IF YOU WANT ME." HERE

[furryrainbowscreature]

I’ve listened Loser baby 101 times and I’ve had a seizure 107 times

[da-janela-lateral]

Something I really like about terumob is how they're on equal terms? in a way? Both are people whose statutes as espers deprived them from a normal enjoyable life (Teruki being hunted down by Claw, Mob repressing his emotions because he feared his powers) and that as a consequence, became lonely and insecure. It may have manifested in different ways, but in the end it boiled down to a fundamental similarity: the belief that without their powers, they would be nothing. The fact that they share this struggle and can see eventually each other as an equal, as a person who understands them and that they can be their true selves around, is very appealing to me.

[boyczar]

please remember that it is a compliment to be disliked by people. most people don’t even like themselves. think about why you even want to be liked by somebody. why do YOU like YOURSELF?? why give a fuck about whether or not somebody with so much work to do on themselves doesn’t like you? they literally do not even like themselves. they can’t genuinely “like” you.

[r1ghtwhereyouleftme]

Me: I hate [insert thing here] discourse

Also me: *gets so annoyed when people are blatantly stupid and do things thay make zero sense therefore making me go along with discourse bc I can only handle so much stupidity*

[osachiyo]

𝐖𝐄𝐓 ‘𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 ! ꩜ .ᐟ dr zayne

⟢ tws: n/sfw content, fem!reader, p*rn w/o plot, 0.6k+ words, fingering, squirting, stress relief, messy, dirty talk, praise, zayne is mentioned to be taller than reader, overstimulation, reader is hinted to be chubby + more .. you must be logged in on twt to see the link!

⟢ note: i saw this video on twt and thought of zayne immediately helppp >< header art by @/rororo_mg on X <3

imagine this with zayne . . .

You could tell when Zayne didn’t have a good day at work. Especially when he had that one look on his face— glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose and his hair messy, a frown etching on his lips and broad shoulders sagging as he entered through the front door. You lifted your eyes from the page of your book to your looming boyfriend, “bad day at work?”

Zayne only sighed deeply, shrugging his coat off and slinging it on the coat hanger near the door, “terrible.”

You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck, going on your tippy toes and pressing your soft lips to Zayne’s ear, “is there any way I can help, doctor?”

You felt a large hand wrap itself around your waist— pulling your body flush to his, something hard and hot poking your inner thigh as Zayne’s other hand lifted your chin up, his minty breath fanning against your lips as he spoke,

“If you insist, my love.”

..and that’s how you ended up in your current position. Legs pushed back and knees nearly touching your ears, pretty lacy panties pushed to the side and the fabric absolutely drenched with your arousal as Zayne’s precise fingers worked themselves in and out of your cunt.

“Stay still,” he grunted, taking his fingers out of your hole and rubbing your puffy clit with fast strokes— making your head loll back onto the pillow. “Nnngh— ‘s too much-!” You mewled, fingers desperately scratching the soft, linen sheets underneath as Zayne continued to torture your poor clit. “Nonsense.. I know you can take it, love,” he muttered under his breath, and you whined because you knew he was right— Zayne knew your body like the back of his hand, and he wasn’t afraid to use that knowledge to his advantage.

It should’ve been unfair how good he was at it job— he knew all the ways to make your pussy gush, and he was doing exactly that. You wailed once he shoved his fingers back into your sticky hole, your plush hips arching off the bed at the overstimulation. But Zayne wasn’t having any of it, he scoffed in annoyance before using his free hand to push down on your soft tummy— securing your body to the mattress as he continued abusing that one rough patch in your velvety walls.

“Fu— fuck, Zayne—!” You threw your head back, kicking your legs but to no avail, he only pressed on your tummy harder, increasing the pressure settling in your lower abdomen. Your cunt gushed out juices with each rough thrust of his hand, successfully soaking his wrist down to his entire bicep. The rolled up sleeves of his button up practically drenched with your delicious slick. Oh and his watch. His expensive watch that probably costed an arm and a leg now soaked with your precious juices— and Zayne couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

It wasn’t long before you came hard around his fingers with a high pitched squeal, pussy juices streaming out and absolutely drenching the man before you. “What a good girl, did s’well for me,” he moaned, slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt with a lewd ‘pop!’ before sticking them in his mouth and humming in satisfaction at the taste.

You could only watch as your eyes grew droopy and tired, your head plopping back onto the pillow with as you sighed. You closed your eyes, ready to doze off before you heard a soft clinking noise and lifted your gaze in confusion to look at the man in front of you.

Your eyes widened as Zayne’s heavy cock slapped against your soft tummy— the head dripping with precum as he spread your legs even further to get comfortable. You parted your lips to speak before he cut you off, “Zay—” “What? You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

His eyes darkened, gaze dropping to eye his cock resting on your stomach— the tip reaching right over your belly button, fuck he was huge.

“We were only getting started, snowflake.”

@𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 — ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

[klausysworld]

A Second Chance

A thousand years ago, when the Mikaelson's were still human, Niklaus had a secret lover.

She was soft and sweet, gentle and kind. Y/N would wash the blood away from the wounds that colour his skin as a result of his father's rage. Her soft humming would lull him to sleep, his head against her breast comfortably as they lay out in the forest where he felt most at home.

His siblings knew of Y/N, they had seen her around and met her once or twice but Esther and Mikael weren't in the know. Niklaus was too afraid they'd forbid him from seeing her and he could handle being without her.

Each of his siblings had sworn not to tell but Finn was so awful at keeping things from their mother.

Niklaus hadn't known that he brother has tattled until it was too late.

Henrik had been killed and Esther and Mikael in turn made the rest of their children undead forever.

However it was only when Klaus's true identity came to light that Y/N was punished too. In addition to Mikael locking away Niklaus's wolf side and swearing hatred on him, he sought to punish him further by shoving a dagger deep into her chest.

Niklaus's scream shook the trees, Elijah held him as his sobs dragged the grass back into the ground and buried the life that was lost.

As centuries past, his grief was hidden behind more death and agony of which Klaus inflicted across the world. Her face was painted a million times over, a thousand different styles until Klaus could not bear to look at her anymore, it was like tearing his heart out over and over.

When the daggers came into his possession, they reminded him of her. He could still see her fearful eyes begging him for help as the blood seeped through her dress. And yet the weapon made him feel close to her each time he used them.

Her memory began to fade as the years went by, she drifted within his mind as other things came and went. But she could never be forgotton.

Esther knew that, and she used that to her advantage. She knew from the first time she stumbled across her son bathing in the lake late at night with his arms hanging loosely around a girls naked hips, their foreheads touching as they gazed lovingly at each other. When mikael killed her, she kept the girl preserved and buried safely.

A thousand years later she finally had use for the girl.

So when her children stood threateningly at the doorway, Klaus's rage on full display, Y/N's frightened whisper would break his attention.

His eyes found her. She was in that same dress she died in, still stained by her own blood but now coated head to toe in mud. He stepped forward but Esther's hand grabbed Y/N's wrist tight in a warning and he froze. So did Elijah and Rebekah.

"She's human, Niklaus." His mother reminded. "You could be human with her, have a family, a real life together like you were supposed to." She offered, watching the glimmer in her sons eyes.

Elijah stepped forward, hold hand resting on Klaus's shoulder as he too stared straight at the confused, petrified girl they had all loved.

"She's not real." Elijah whispered, assuming it was a trick and Esther's expression darkened as a blade was swiped quickly across Y/N's wrist, not hard enough to be fatal but enough to draw blood and panic Klaus.

He was in front of her in a second, trying to pull her to him but Esther threw him to the wall before he could reach and just like that Elijah and Rebekah were moving too.

Y/N was shaking silently in the corner by the time that Esther had been torn apart.

Her body flinched and trembled even once she resided in Niklaus's arms. She whimpered weakly, confused words recited in the same language they had used all that time ago. Niklaus didn't remember much but he had played the memories of their words over and over so many times that he was still able to comfort her in his mother tongue.

They got her home quickly, hiding her away in Klaus's room and muttering amongst themselves as to what to do.

"There must be a way to at least let her understand english-" Rebekah questioned and Elijah sighed, glancing over to how Y/N's fingers touched Klaus's curls and she whispered in their old language about how short it had become.

"We'll ask Davina... we should let Niklaus get her washed...she appears as though she'd been dug up." He murmured, a furrow to is brow.

Rebekahs gaze drifted to her dirtied finger nails. "She wasn't dug up...mother wouldn't be so kind. She dug her own way out." She uttered and Elijah grimaced.

"Come, we should get her some tea..." Elijah swallowed thickly, guiding Rebekah out of the room and leaving his brother alone with his old love.

His hands tried to pick the clumps of dirt from her hair whilst also trying to understand the fast words she threw at him. He tried to give her the word for bathing and eventually she nodded, holding onto his hands as he lead her into the bathroom.

The bath was small, not like the lake and the water was hot, it startled her. Klaus steadied her, helping her down and climbing in behind her when she cried out for him not to leave her alone. Not again.

The feel of her skin back against his was a feeling Klaus had been so sure he had forgotten forever. She tried to turn to face him, ending up completely pressed on top of him as his hands washed the soap and water down her back only start panicking when the expensive body wash made her soft skin scatter with red rash.

"Oh-" He muttered and wrapped his arm round her waist and lifted her up with him. She muttered out in confusion but didn't struggle, too happy to be in his hold as he drained the water and started again, laying back down with her. "Come here, my sweet." He guided her onto her back so he could reach and see her hair as he washed it enough until it was back to the silkiness he remembered so fondly.

He heard her little sniffles first, before her shoulder shook slightly with a sob. Klaus's heart sunk slightly and he nudged his nose into the side of her neck, placing gentle kissed like she had loved so much but they made her cry harder.

Her words were lost on him, he couldn't recall the language well enough after so long and it made his guilt swirl so much it hurt. Klaus tried to make sense of something but all he could make out was "Darkness" and "loneliness".

He tried to comfort her with the few words still in memory but she wouldn't stop, not even once she was dressed in one of his shirts and tucked to his chest under the covers, a cup of tea in Klaus's hands that he'd insisted she sip on from time to time.

Eventually she sunk into sleep but it only lasted for so long before she was clawing at her throat with her already broken nails, as though she were suffocating.

Klaus grabbed at her hands, immediately being sucked into her mind. The image of her waking beneath the ground, unable to breathe or see as her hands tried to find the light above.

Only a few seconds passed before Elijah was bursting through the door, awakened by the screams. Rebekah and Marcel a few seconds later.

"I'm calling Davina." Marcel muttered to Rebekah after actually seeing the girls condition and hearing her foreign cries.

The lights were back on which calmed her partly, finally being able to see. Her hands clung onto Klaus's shirt, clutching the fabric against her palm for any sort of security.

Elijah and Rebekah were sat on the edge of Klaus's bed, watching the once full of life girl from their village full of fear and confusion.

Ages went by before Marcel returned with a half asleep Davina and a couple candles. Klaus rocked his love calmly, hand stroking her arm to prove he was still there as Davina set up around them. Her chant echoed through the room, flames standing tall and proud as she reluctantly held her hand out for Klaus to take and then gently held Y/N's in the other.

"I'm sorry...this is the only way I can think of." She whispered before a thousand years worth of Klaus's memories were thrust upon Y/N.

A loud sound of pain emitted from her and she held her head. Klaus frowned in concern, trying to cup her face to see what was happening but when she looked back at him it was like she had seen a ghost.

A thousand variants of each emotion painted her expression before she crawled back against him and breathed in his scent with each hiccuped cry.

After a while the others left and Klaus rest his chin on top her head.

She didn't utter a word for days, not in any language. Klaus would dress her and feed her each day, hold her to him as he showed her the television which only seemed to hurt her head.

He had left her downstairs on the couch when she had fallen into for once a stable sleep without the traumatic nightmare of being buried alive.

He was just in the other room, trying to think of any way to make things better for her and for them.

Y/N being alive had never once been a possibility in his mind, especially her being alive with no knowledge of any time passing to all of a sudden knowing every shameful act he'd committed.

Klaus was too lost in thought to hear Camille making her way into the abattoir, calling out for him and stumbling across Y/N who had just woken.

"Oh...uh hi." She blinked at the girl. She was clearly in Klaus's clothes. The sweatpants were barely holding onto her hips and the shirt was easily recognisable. Y/N stared back, she recognised her, from Klaus's memories. Camille, Cami.

He liked her, they'd danced together. He'd thought about her, a lot. It made her stomach twist uneasily and her knees pull to her chest self-consciously.

"Camille." Klaus's voice echoed over her head before he was kneeling down beside her and stroking her head, checking she hadn't woken in terror again. "I'm afraid this isn't a good time." He informed her, sitting down on the sofa and noting how Y/N withdrew, instantly making the mental connection.

"You haven't been answering, I worried something had happened." She explained warily as she watched Klaus watch Y/N.

"This is Y/N." He introduced faintly, his attention not lifting to her. "She died a thousand years ago but my mother brought her back, she's struggling to adjust for the moment. I'd appreciate if you left, I don't think new people is helping right now." He tried to tell her to leave as politely as possible.

Cami only nodded, the information hitting like a wave as she apologised under her breath and retreated.

Klaus stroked Y/N's cheek as he sighed softly, "Please understand that I love you Y/N." He murmured. "I would have chosen you over any woman I have ever come across without a doubt. I would have taken my mother's deal, I would be human beside you." He told her, eyes sincere. "I only wish we could go back all those years, I should have married you then." He uttered, a kiss pressed to her cheek.

"Why didn't you?" She whispered, speaking in english for the first time.

"I was afraid. Not of us, of-"

"Mikael." She mumbled, “I remember now, sorry." She sniffed and he sighed.

"You shouldn't have been given all my memories like that, it's too much for anyone to handle all at once." He sighed, his hands cupping her face and stroking her soft cheeks. "I won't ever leave you alone again. Never in the dark, never in the cold, never anywhere."

"I don't understand why she would bring me back." Y/N whispered and Klaus frowned.

"I'm happy you're here, my heart." He murmured, his brows furrowed. "I've lived to long without you, and you have not lived long enough. Things will be better now."

"You hurt and kill..." She whispered, a soft sniff to her words and he looked down.

"I know." He nodded. He hated all the evil she had seen him do through his memories. He was nothing like he used to be. "But I'd never hurt you, and I'd keep you safe."

"I don't want to be here." She whimpered and he held her onto his lap.

"It's just hard at the moment, we've only just started adjusting. It'll get easier and you'll start to like it. I know you've seen things through me but it'll be so much better when you actually experience them." He persuaded, stroking her hair but she didn't look overly convinced.

"I don't want to push my way into your new life." She mumbled and sighed softly to himself in slight annoyance, not being annoyed with her but annoyed with the idea that he could ever not want her with him in his life. She would never be an inconvenience for him, a long time ago she was every thing for him and now she was that again. It had been clear that Klaus's attention had remained on her since the second his eyes found hers again, it was very possible that Klaus wouldn't be so infatuated with power so much now.

She held the innocence of his past that he had lost. She gave him something that no thing or other person could ever supply.

She was old life and she would be his new life, he could finally have a second chance worth taking.

His body was curled around hers, protecting her frame like a shield as he nuzzled her hair. "You're not pushing in, my love. If anything, I'm pulling you in. I don't think I can ever lose you again." Klaus uttered, his eyes closing as his mind conjured a hundred different possibilities for their future. "You are the life in my death, even when I was human...you were the light.

[outer-andromeda]

Usually I try to better clean up and color these... But I REALLY wanted to share 'em as soon as possible cuz I really like how they look already, sue me :')))

Some story time under the cut for those of you who want context >:000

((EDIT - Small TWs for some negative talk and mentions of grief. Also spoilers for the ending on Chapter 4 :00)

As mentioned in a previous post, Gabby and Doey's relationship is... Very strained after the events of the fourth chapter.

Doey joined the group (Gabby, Kissy and Ava) eventually while they were venturing as subtly as possible to avoid running into Huggy. It was a surprise, obviously - they all thought he was six feet underground since the aftermath of him crashing down. They were all relieved to know he was still alive, but something was different. He wasn't as jovial as his usual self was... He was just... Off. Quiet. Monotone.

(Which is understandable since the guy is literally GRIEVING the loss of the kids of the Safe Haven y'know- and he feels immense guilt for what happened)

At some point, they get separated - Kissy and Ava stick together, while Doey and Gabby venture on their own way, both groups hoping to join each other again eventually. Doey and Gabby still have that quiet dynamic going on, because the human guy doesn't want to make things any worse than they already are. So he tries to be the cheerful one. For both his and Doey's sakes. He tries as hard as he can. But it falls flat. And Gabby, despite himself, grows more and more irritated by Doey's unusual calmness. Something's obviously going on and he won't say anything about it.

Something happens that puts them in a dangerous situation, and everything spills out. Gabby wants to talk, he wants answers. Doey is trying to ignore it, but he's being pushed. And suddenly his anger blooms back out. And he lashes out on Gabby. Shouts all the words he hadn't gotten out. How he was never any good for the kids. How he could've done so much more. How if it wasn't for him, "they'd still be breathing and standing right now". How Gabby can't understand. And Gabby... Takes it. He stands there, listening to every single thing he says. Silently.

He's not afraid. And Doey notices. It's unnerving. It catches him completely off guard. It's like something is starting to break inside of him. Something he's not sure he wants to let shatter much more...

And then Gabby hugs him. And the thing in Doey's core is completely obliterated. And the tears are finally, finally let loose. And his shoulders finally relax to wrap themselves around the short man.

They talk after some VERY good comforting words from Gabby. They find Kissy and Ava after some searching, and they're back on track.

And from then on, their relationship changes back slowly to the small friendship they had formed in the past, plus more. They both understand and trust each other, and Doey feels relief from having someone he can confide in and let himself relax with. And just... Be a kid. Even if just for a bit. All three kids need that so badly, and Gabby tries his best to give that to them. To Doey. Because he, out of anyone, deserves a break the most.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hii, i just read all and i mean ALL of ur fics, but i saw you wrote for arcane women and was wondering if you could write headcanons abt them with a socially awkward/anxious reader?? If not thats A-Ok 👌 with me

Sure! How is everyone doing after the first three eps? I still haven't seen it but the edits I've seen... oh boy.

"I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: How the ladies of Arcane(Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel) act with a socially awkward and/or anxious partner

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Spoiler Free, On The Shorter Side, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

JINX

– At first, Jinx didn't get that you were socially awkward. She was used to people being awkward or even scared around her so she thought it was the same case with you until you two got closer.

– After knowing that your awkwardness was just you and not your fear of her, she observed you in social situations and noted what made you more anxious than normal.

– For example, she noticed you're more anxious and timid in bigger, louder spaces but if a space was quiet and quaint, you would be just fine so she often took you to quiet places for dates.

– If Jinx notices you're anxious in places you typically aren't, without a doubt she's removing you from the situation and taking you home where you can relax. No words, just grabs and tugs.

– She's tried the pep talk route before but it ended up in her rambling and somehow planning a terrorist scheme aloud... (yeah, a few patrons quickly left the area after hearing that), so she decided to scrap that idea altogether.

– At home though she would prepare what she calls, "A Safety Nest". It was a place in your shared space that had all your favorite things and trinkets, and she usually kept the space dimly lit and played your favorite music to calm you down.

– In social interactions where you take the lead in conversation, Jinx would quietly encourage you with big, almost alarming smiles and "gentle" pats on your back. Let's face it, Jinx can be socially awkward herself.

– Once the conversation concludes, she'll jump on you proudly, ruffle up your clothing, and pinch your cheeks endearingly all while calling you weird nicknames and quoting what you said while mimicking your tone and cadence.

––

VI

– Before you've had your first real conversation together, Vi could sense that you were an anxious individual.

– You fidgeted with your body while speaking, didn't hold eye contact long, and used a decent amount of filler words to casualize your sentences.

– She thought it was endearing to watch you act and move as if you thought no one truly cared about what you were saying or were afraid of boring others but you never bored her. She didn't think it was possible.

– You had tells and quips that revealed themselves with each conversation you two had. You showed more and more of your personality the more you got comfortable with her too. Vi loved it.

– When you spoke to her, especially when you went on tangents about things you were interested in, she always showed signs of active listening by nodding and asking follow-up questions. Even days later, she'll bring up the topic again to see if you have any updates.

– She made you feel seen and heard, something you've subconsciously craved. And when you went on your worry rambles, she consoled you and tried her best to stop you from spiraling.

– You thought about a lot of things and oftentimes about things no one else thought about. Vi thought your brain must've been exhausted with all the worries, doubts, and judgments that were usually wrapped up as others' but were truly your own; it was a lot for one person to handle so she strove to let you know that you were not alone.

– Is there a night you can't sleep because of your racing mind? Vi is there, holding you or reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. She can't sleep until you do anyway so why not speed the process along?

– You often had yourself stuck with your head stressing and worrying about multiple things at once and Vi was always there to bring you down to Earth.

__

CAITLYN

– Caitlyn's an encourager and a comforter with you.

– She's patient and silently allows you to take your time when gathering your thoughts midconversation but she'll also be the one to say, "It's okay, take your time," in the sweetest way possible.

– If there's an instance when you two are out and about and you really want something but are too scared to get it, she'll spring into action and get that thing for you. (Even if it was just a napkin).

– The only time she's frazzled socially is when you both are in an unfamiliar area and need to ask for directions. She'll stumble over her words and try to get someone's attention but they're moving too fast to hear her soft words.

– She'll get frustrated and you end up comforting her, but after a few backrubs, she's ready to try again. Her voice is strong and powerful, and people have no problem hearing her.

– You secretly thank whomever you have to for her determination but there was no way in hell you were going to walk up to a stranger and ask for directions like a tourist... which you were.

– Since Caitlyn's job has her socializing with a lot of people, she can get burnt out easily. Especially if work hasn't been going her way lately but even if she's burnt out and tired, if you seem to be more awkward or anxious than her, she's more than happy to step up socially.

– When you both have someplace to attend to or some event that holds significance, Caitlyn will not hesitate to stage a "social rehearsal" with you. She'll make flashcards of topics you could bring up, you'll both dress accordingly for the event in her living room, and she'll pretend to be an assortment of people so you can get used to different personalities all at once.

– It may seem like this is all for you, but honestly it helps her too. Sometimes she misses the personal cues of conversation leading the other to think she's a black-and-white thinking who has no time for pleasanties. Not true! She's very pleasant... sometimes she's just shy.

– Shyness is not a crime!

– After talking with the host and a few others she has to talk to due to her job, her social battery is depleted. She's extremely thankful you're able to recognize this and suggest leaving early. What would you two do without each other?

––

SEVIKA

– Oh, man. This lady found your awkwardness charming as hell.

– Your awkwardness was different than all the nerds and scaly-beings she's forced to be around. You were cute, looked perfect sitting next to her, and your awkwardness, as mentioned before, had a certain charming quality she can't quite place.

– She'll see you in your workplace trying to make casual conversation or small talk but none of your topics seemed to be landing. Your coworkers would give you a thin pressed-lips smile that she wanted to strike off of them to your attempts and then scoff at you behind your back.

– You were authentically yourself and those bastards didn't know what to do with it. They were scared, not her though.

– When you two got closer and comfortable enough with each other that you could tease one another or make playful jabs at the other's expense, no doubt she would tease you about your awkwardness.

– With those gorgeous eyes of yours, you would look everywhere else but her own, prompting her to say, "You know you can look me in the eyes, right? I won't bite", with the stupidest most shit-eating smirk on her face. And then when you look at her, a bit shocked and playfully annoyed, her smirk would only grow. "Unless you want me to."

– Sevika never made your awkwardness seem like a flaw. Your awkwardness came with you and she wanted all of you so she often encouraged your awkwardness.

– If she caught you trying to "reel" it in or realizing that you've talked for a few seconds too long, she'll playfully scold you and tell you to continue or to "let it out". Y'know. As someone who seethes dominance does.

– There would be an instance in which you go to Sevika asking for advice to be "less awkward" and her only response would be, "Why? I like your awkwardness, you don't need to change it. Anyone else who thinks otherwise is a sad loser and don't deserve to be in your life anyways."

– like damnnnn, okay!

– Safe to say you never asked her a question like that again.

--

MEL

– Mel understands your worries about what others think and the awkwardness that can come with it so she likes to help you in any way she can.

– If you're stressed about a council meeting and afraid of what everyone's going to think about the new perspective you'd like to bring to the table, she'll reassure you and tell you she's right by your side.

– If she can't physically with her hand on the small of your back, she give you nods of encouragement, raise her brows proudly, and look at you with that sense of pride and admiration in her golden eyes.

– After the meeting goes well, which she knew would, she'll congratulate you with your favorite drink and a night in doing all your favorite things.

– Even if there were parts in the meeting that were rocky, like the council people asking questions you weren't prepared for or getting rowdy, she'll say you did an excellent job and what you presented will help the people of Piltover.

– Oh, and don't think for a second that she wasn't sending glares and daggers to those who stirred up your anxiety even more. If looks could kill.

– Mel sees that sometimes your awkwardness and anxiety result in people-pleasing and she would shut that down real quick. She's fallen into that dangerous pool before and knows how hard it feels when you disappoint others and how much harder it is to get out of that mindset.

– She can get quite spirited with her encouragement...

– "Well, if they don't like it, that's on them! They don't know something good when they see it." "I've learned that hard way that you can't please everyone. You might as well say what you have to now. They can get over themselves later."

– It's actually quite attractive to see her stand up for you, even if she was standing up for the possibility.

– Always keeping her words in your mind, you find yourself navigating through life easier and you only have her to thank.

WC: 1,705

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Foxglove and Oleander.

Pairing: Yandere!Sukuna x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 6.0k

Commissioned by the very lovely @letstalktea.

TW: Heian Era AU, Wildly Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Blood + Violence, Deliberate Manipulation, Obsessive Behavior, and Implied Cannibalism.

Sukuna first arrived the night your chrysanthemums bloomed.

That was the only reason you weren’t in the temple when the fire reached it. Against your better judgement and the wishes of your superiors, you’d committed yourself to spending the night in the courtyard, carefully monitoring each delicate bud as they slowly unfurled and stained your garden with scattered blotches of bright, bleeding scarlet. In the morning, it would be your responsibility to gather each flower, dry their petals, and deliver them to the temple’s healers to use as medicinal herbs before you were allowed to get to your less seasonal chores, but tonight, the chrysanthemum belonged to you.

From your little corner of the courtyard, you watched as flames climbed the side of the side of the mountain, consuming the forest that surrounded your home before latching onto the servants’ barracks, then the outer sanctuaries, before finally reaching the main body of the temple. There were a few screams to accompany the fire’s first arrival, but they were quickly drowned out by the fire’s deafening roar, by the sound of buildings already mostly burnt away collapsing into themselves and putting their unfortunate occupants out of their misery. You could feel the heat, hear the others begin to flee, but it was only as the fire reached the peak of its gluttony that he emerged, entirely unscathed and painted with the blood of those you supposed you may have cared about, if you’d had more time. Sukuna, although you wouldn’t know to call him by that name, just yet.

It went without saying that he was hideous. Too many limbs, too many eyes, too many mouths – every part of him distorted with bulk and muscle and ink. His teeth struck you first, bared and glinting in the blinding firelight, then his clothing, the tattered and charred remains of what appeared to be a once fine kimono tied around his waist. He was carrying a spear, but he drove it into the ground as he stepped out of the inferno. There was something slung over his shoulder, too – a corpse, male and burnt beyond the point of recognizability – but that was abandoned just as thoughtlessly, left to rot on the outskirts of your garden. You were glad. Your chrysanthemums wouldn’t survive being crushed by such dead weight.

He didn’t notice you immediately. You stayed where you were, kneeling in the dirt, as he turned in either direction, taking in the devastation with a full-chested laugh. The noise was, in kinship with his appearance, unspeakably gruesome.  

Finally, he turned to face you, his eyes lighting up in spite of the stark shadows cast over his face. His spear was still within arm’s reach, but he made no attempt to retrieve it – holding out an open hand to you, instead. “Are you a monk or a maiden?” he asked, his voice more of a growl than anything proper, anything human. “I’ve already had my fill of the former, tonight.”

“A servant,” you answered, bowing your head by way of greeting. “I tend the gardens, among other things. Are you the one killing all the acolytes?”

“Among other things.” His tone had a mocking lilt, although he seemed far from vicious. You’d been warned about that, once, by someone very dear to you. You couldn’t remember the specifics, but the sentiment was still clear enough. ‘Do not fear the animal that bares its teeth, but the creature who lures you closer before it lunges’, or something like that. “I’m afraid I only have a taste for holy meat, tonight. Although, if you run, I’ll certainly take more enjoyment in striking you down.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but—”

“Lord,” he corrected. “Make that mistake again and it’ll be the last time I allow you the privilege of using your tongue.”

“My apologies, my lord.” Again, you bowed your head. “The high priest can be harsh with his discipline. My ankle is still healing, and I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to move quickly enough for either of us to get very much out of it.”

He grinned, and the fire raged on behind him. “Grovel, then. Perhaps, if you manage to please me, I’ll be merciful and kill you quickly.”

He was clearly a man (man? monster? beast?) of great ego. You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth, trying to block out the taste of something harsh and acidic rising up from the back of your throat. “If it’s all the same to you,” you managed, eventually, sparing one last glance towards your chrysanthemums. They really were beautiful. You could only regret that you’d never get to see them in the light of day. “I’d really rather not. It seems like it be easier, to just… uh, let you get the job done, as it were.”

In his defense, his pride overshadowed his shock. That, or you simply weren’t the first person he’d met to pay your own life such little regard. “I’ve cut down braver men for bolder suggestions.”

“But you cut them down all the same.” You swallowed, dryly. It’d been a while since you’d last had anything to eat or drink – the better part of a day, at least – but you supposed you wouldn’t have to worry about that for much longer. “I’m sorry, my lord. I would try to run, but my ankle really does make things difficult.”

He regarded you for a moment, as yet another wing of the temple buckled under its own weight. You decided, as you stared back at him, that his eyes weren’t so terrible – the pair he was supposed to have, at least. Although currently narrowed and creased around the edges, they had a pleasant color, a unique shade of red that seemed to glow when it caught the firelight. At least one part of him was bearable to look at.

Finally, he broke the silence, his resonant voice taking on a more authoritative cadence. “Come.”

He didn’t extend a hand, or gesture for you to follow, only trekking onward – towards the temple’s gates, left open in the panic of the exodus.  Gingerly, weary of your injured ankle, you pushed yourself to your feet and hastened to his side. Sukuna only paid you glance by way of acknowledgement, but you didn’t mind. “Are you going to kill me in the woods, instead?”

“Uraume’s been asking for another set of hands.” You weren’t sure what he was talking about, but you nodded as if you understood entirely. He spared you a small, thoughtless smile, and you decided that he was also the type of man who often enjoyed the luxury of never being questioned. “If they don’t care for you, I’ll kill you wherever I wish.”

“Ah.” You passed under the temple gates by his side. Not long after that, you heard the great crash of stone into earth, and knew that those, too, had collapsed. “I hope it’s somewhere with lots of flowers. I’ve always wanted to die somewhere beautiful.”

His only answer was another, more lingering glance in your direction, a low bark of a laugh. Satisfied, you let the conversation lapse into silence and walked into the night by the side of a monster.

~

“How do you choose where to go?”

He didn’t respond, not immediately. Instead, one of his spare hands brought yet another grape to your lips, and with a pleased hum, you accepted it, savoring the sour tinge that accompanied the sweetness. From what you gathered, he preferred savory to sweetness, sweetness to bitterness, and bitterness to all other flavors that followed. He rarely ate anything that wasn’t the strange, ambiguous meat prepared by Uraume, his ever-smiling mastress of rituals, but the last village you’d passed through had a surplus of fruit. It’d seemed like a waste to let all of it rot, now that there was no one left to enjoy it.

It was strange – traveling with Sukuna and Uraume. They seemed to be on a pilgrimage of sorts, the destination unknown and the purpose one of endless carnage. Not that either of them expected you to participate in the devastation. No, as far as you could tell, you were regarded more as a servant, meant to be of aid to Sukuna when Uraume was otherwise occupied. Except, Uraume never seemed to be very occupied at all, and Sukuna very rarely needed aid, and you were often left in a position more akin to that of a pet than anything else – kept around predominantly because Sukuna found it entertaining to do so. Not that you minded. Pets were cherished and coddled. Pets never went hungry. Pets weren’t expected to be anything other than endearing and obedient, which wasn’t totally dissimilar to the things you were always expected to be, regardless of what you were supposed to call yourself.

Currently, you were taking shelter in an abandoned shrine not quite dilapidated enough to be considered unlivable, Uraume tending the hearth while Sukuna stared absent-mindedly at a map pilfered from the shine’s stockroom, the colored ink nearly too faded to read. You paid little mind to either of them – content enough to remain sprawled across Sukuna’s lap, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. This was the first time you’d spoken in minutes, reluctant to break the comfortable silence. Sukuna didn’t seem to mind the sound of your voice, and you didn’t want that to change. “I don’t,” he admitted, eventually. He only spoke for himself, but it was given that you and Uraume would follow. “I go where I please. I only like to know that, when I arrive, there’ll be something worth my time waiting to receive me.”

“So particular, my lord.” You felt something tap against your bottom lip, and opened your mouth to accept a perfectly sweet, perfectly ripe strawberry. “Tell me, then – what would please you?”

He seemed to think for a long moment. Finally, he asked, “What village were you born to?”

His intention went unspoken, but the implication was clear. Sukuna’s sole pastime was destruction, with the target of his ire being any person, town, or creature unfortunate enough to cross his path. Although you’d never seen him go out of his way to find prey before, you were sure willingly pointing him in the direction of vulnerable quarry would result in a predictable outcome.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know. Things like that can be so hard to remember,” you said, which wasn’t untrue. Your memory was a fickle thing – uncooperative on your best days and deliberately misleading on your worst. “You know, being a baby at the time and all.”

His fingers drummed thoughtfully against your side. “You must have family somewhere, servant.”

“Not necessarily.” You shut your eyes to stop yourself from squirming, sighing as you rested your head against his shoulder. “My parents abandoned me before I was old enough to learn their names. A scrap collector took me in some time after that, but he traveled quite often, and I lost track of him years ago.” You paused, shook your head. “Like I said, things like this can be difficult to remember. I’m sorry, my lord.”

There was a slight hum, a momentary lapse. Abruptly, you felt his hands shift to your waist, Sukuna repositioning your smaller form with all of the strength and all of the thought it might’ve taken an ordinary person to right a toppled-over doll. Your back came to rest against his chest as one of his spare hands cupped your chin, directing your attention towards the yellowed map. “Pick somewhere,” he muttered, his voice low and his lips close enough to ghost over the shell of your ear. “Anywhere. Before I pull your unhelpful little tongue out of your throat.”

“Of course, my lord.” Acquiesce came first, a real answer second. Your gaze fell to the map in front of you. It took a second, but you found what you were looking for quickly enough. “Here,” you said, pointing to an area north of your current location. “There’s a village in the eastern corner of this valley with a small population of young farmers and very little in the way of redeeming qualities. But, in the town square, there grows a cherry blossom tree tall enough to scrap against the belly of the sky with branches that stretch as far as the eye can seem. When it blooms, its petals are great enough in volume to carpet the surrounding acre in pink.” You straightened your back, decisively avoiding sinking back into his chest. “I… I wouldn’t mind visiting it again, if it would please my lord.”

It was a dangerous thing to do – showing your hand so plainly. You’d grown so used to keeping your cards tucked snuggly against your chest, even talking this openly felt as if you’d been stripped bare and put on exhibition in front of him.

But, if Sukuna realized that he was the audience to your performer, he neglected to acknowledge it. He only looked toward Uraume, who perked to attention immediately. They were good at that – pretending not to listen. Not as talented as you, of course, but good nonetheless. “We start traveling east tomorrow,” he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m adding another leg to our journey.”

His primary attention remained on them, but a few of his unblinking secondary eyes – repulsive in their lack of necessity – darted to you, watching for any signs of satisfaction, of pleasure. You only schooled your expression, retreating into your own mind to count the days until the cherry blossoms bloomed.

~

It took a surprising amount of time for you to catch Uraume in the act. Not overly long, but more time than you would’ve expected with them making no particular effort to hide the evidence of their ‘ritual preparation’ and you making no exceptional attempt to avoid finding out why their snow-white sleeves were so often stained red. If allowed to, you might’ve gone on living in the bliss of plausible deniability until your time with Sukuna and his chosen companionship came to an end, but he was not so kind, and there was little entertainment to be had in such a passive participant.

Still, you would’ve liked another week, another month, another season. You’d never cared for kitchens, but you cared for them least when they reeked of rotting meat.

The stench was almost worse than the sight – almost, but not quite. Then again, you were struggling to think of something worse than Uraume, all practiced tranquility and iced-over smiles, elbow-deep in the cavity a long dead middle-aged man, his body bare and spread over the stone countertop. You recognized him not by his face, but by his features – his wealth-fattened face, his uncalloused hands, the lack of definition to his legs that those who toiled could rarely afford to go without. He must’ve been the lord who owned the palace you currently found yourself residing in – a sprawling, decadent structure that it’d taken hours to clean after the massacre. Sukuna would survive wherever his whims lead, but he preferred to be comfortable. You didn’t mind. You preferred it when Sukuna was comfortable, too.

 It was clear they hadn’t been expecting you, either. Their dark eyes bored into you where you lingered in the doorway, a wicker basket on your hip and your robes still dusted with soil. Most of your day had been spent in the palace gardens. Its former caretaker had planted their shiso along the garden wall, where it would only receive partial sun in the best season – a common enough mistake, for how easy it was to mistake for basil, and a tricky one to correct. An experienced caretaker should’ve known better, but as the herbs were still alive while their keeper was very much not, you could consider their negligence repaid.

You made the first move –bowing at the waist by way of greeting. “Lord Sukuna asked me to fetch his tea,” you explained, as you straightened your back. You didn’t feel the need to mention that’d he’d sought you out in your gardens to do so. “I thought I’d bring you a few herbs in the same trip. My apologies, it wasn’t my intention to disturb you.”

The corner of their lips quirked downward. It wasn’t quite a frown, but it was the closest thing to one that you’d ever earned from them. You weren’t upset. Even glowering, they would’ve been breath-taking. “He wanted you to see my—” They paid a glance toward the dismembered lord, their arm still buried in his chest. “My preparations.”

“It would seem so.”

“And he wanted to know how you’d react. There’s a good chance he’ll ask me about this, later on.”

“I’d say it’s more of a certainty.”

“I’d understand it, if you wanted to leave. I know there are few ordinary humans who can stomach tasks so—” Another pause, this one longer than the first. Clearly, they were making an attempt to watch their tongue. “—needlessly visceral.”

“If I did try, how long would you give me before telling Sukuna?” This time, they choose to hold their tongue entirely, their slight frown deepening into a full-blown scowl. It took everything you had not to let your own satisfaction shine through.

Rather, you paid them another shallow bow before the threshold and setting down your basket on the nearest length of empty counter. “It’s mostly shiso, but I found some usable ginger and garlic, too, and a few stalks of parsley. Is there anything I can do to help?”

After a moment of consideration, Uraume shook their head. It only took a few minutes to make the tea you’d been sent to fetch, but they were minutes passed in silence, undisturbed save for the quiet chime of ceramic against ceramic. They didn’t start their own work again until you’d left the kitchen entirely, which you were thankful for. They’d been right. There were few humans with stomachs so strong as to withstand such grisly tasks, and you’d never counted yourself among them.

Sukuna had claimed the master’s chambers for himself, of course. You let yourself in without knocking, immediately finding Sukuna sprawled across the wonderfully ornate futon that dominated most of the floorspace. He smiled when he saw you, but his expression fell as soon as you returned the gesture.

He didn’t mention Uraume, or the kitchens, or the thick stench of iron-tinged blood that now seemed to fill every corner of the vast estate. You hummed as you poured his tea, and remained at his bedside as he took a long drink, followed shortly by an approving nod. You tried to make your escape quickly, already fantasizing about retreating back to your secluded garden, but Sukuna caught you before you could so much as turn towards the door. “Attend to what you must,” he started, his tone simultaneously dismissive and attention-seeking. “But return here, when you’re done. Bring your belongings, too – you won’t be going back to your bedroom again.”

You didn’t falter, but not for lack of reason to. You’d chosen your bedroom carefully, surveyed the better half of the residential wing before finding quarters that suited you. It was sparse by way of comforts and furniture, but the sole window looked over the mountainside, the landscape stretching on for miles upon miles without interruption. You would’ve been pressed to think of a finer view.

“As you wish.” And then, with a chirp of a laugh, “You know, we spend so much time with one another while traveling. I thought you would’ve taken our stationary periods as an excuse to get away from Uraume and I.”

“If I had a weaker will, maybe.” He reclined, let his head lull to the side, as if inviting you to counter, to protest – or worse, to step closer. “Why? Do you have something to say, servant?”

“Only how pleased I am to be of service to my lord.” You could’ve bowed, but decided against it. This time, when you took your leave, Sukuna was kind enough not to get in your way. Then again, he didn’t have a reason to.

He must’ve known that you were always going to come back.

~

“Who gave you permission to leave, servant?”

No one, but you’d hoped he wouldn’t notice until you were already gone. Stifling the urge to cringe, you turned on your heel and retreated back to the riverbank, not far from where Sukuna had left his robes, deliberately keeping your eyes on the ground. He rarely let you leave his side, but having you remain within eyeshot while he bathed was a newer development – and a tricker one to justify to yourself, at that. You were still allowed to remain more of a voyeur than a participant, but you weren’t naive enough to believe that he’d allow there to be such a great distance between you for much longer.

“I’m sorry, my lord.” Your eyes may have been downcast, but your voice was a light and as upbeat as ever. “I only hoped to catch Uraume before they finished. Servants have to bathe too, you know, and those of us with no limbs to spare can be rather hesitant to do so alone so deep into the forest.”

“Join me, then.”

Ah.

You should’ve been expecting that, honestly. You had no one but yourself to blame.

“My lord,” you managed with an airy laugh, feigning disbelief. “I’m just not sure if someone of my position should—”

Considering Sukuna’s size, he could move impressively fast. You’d only managed to take half a step back before you felt a hand curling around your wrist, pulling you off of the bank and into the river. You managed to take all of two stumbling steps forward before your foot caught on a slick river stone and you fell to your knees, ice-cold water immediately soaking through your thin robes. Sukuna made no effort to catch you, laughing as you tripped over yourself. He’d always seemed terrible to you, but you couldn’t remember the sound of his voice ever being so vile.

Biting back a sigh or some other, more telling show of displeasure, you started to push yourself to your feet, but stopped as soon as you felt Sukuna’s fist curl around your collar, another finding the back of your head. In a brief moment of blissful obliviousness, you thought he meant to help you – or, to restrain you and savor your humiliation for a few seconds longer, at the very worst. You almost thanked him, as little as your gratitude meant to Sukuna.

Then, your head was forced below the water, and you thought better of it.

It happened too suddenly to brace yourself. Your first reaction, operating purely out of instinct, was to open your mouth and try to breathe in – an idea as primal as it was unhelpful. Frigid water flooded into your mouth, your throat, liberating you from any amount of air you might’ve been able to hold onto and filling the now-vacant space with a chill that seemed to bite into your throat and leave everything it touched throbbing, numb. Your second was to thrash against Sukuna’s hold – which was, predictably, equally as useless. He was stronger than you could ever hope to be, than any real human being ever should be. Thick fingers threaded themselves into your hair, the hand holding the collar of your robes falling away only to find the nape of your neck, cementing your place at his mercy.

You tried to be rational, to exhale, to not panic, but something thick and solid seemed to be lodged at the base of your throat, and you couldn’t think about breathing without choking, and it was hard not to panic when you were hyper-aware that you were going to be drowned in some godforsaken river in some heartless forest at the hands of an unlovable monster. You were running out of air too quickly – you were supposed to have more time. He couldn’t have dragged you down any longer than a minute ago, but you could already feel an acute throbbing in your temples, make out dark spots dancing in the corners of your vision. Your body thrashed and stiffened in turns, but it was only when your form went limp in his hold that Sukuna jerked you back to the surface – hauling you back to the shore and letting you collapse onto the welcoming sand. He stood by, his grin the embodiment of mirth, as you hacked up acid-tinged water and blinked back tears, sucking in shallow breaths between coughing fits. Every inhale left your chest tense and aching, though, and every exhale felt like you were giving up something precious, something irreplaceable. You did your best to ignore the strain, to put it out of your mind. You had a feeling it would be some time before you could breathe painlessly again.

It took long, agonizing minutes for you to so much as begin to recover, but Sukuna remained by your side, waiting patiently. At some point, he lowered himself to your height – falling into a crouch and bringing a hand up to your back, rubbing circles into the apex of your spine as you coughed and clawed at the shore. He didn’t hum, or speak, or apologize, but you hadn’t expected him to. To initiate would be to taint what he sought so violently: your reaction. He wouldn’t do anything to spoil his prize, not so close to victory.

No, he wouldn’t dare.

The responsibility of denying him fell solely to you.

“My—”You tried to raise your head, to look at him, only to cut yourself off – another lungful of brackish water forcing its way past your lips before you could find your voice again. “My lord,” you managed, eventually. “If you’d like to bathe together, please give me a moment to undress, first. You know how long it can take cotton to dry.”

To his credit, his composure held. There was another throaty laugh, a sudden edge to his smile. “You should be more careful, songbird. One day, I’m going to eat you alive, and your last words to me are going to how glad you are to serve your master one last meal.”

“There would be no greater honor.” You managed an unsteady smile before dropping your head low, curling into yourself, and coughing up until your throat burnt and your rib cage seemed ready to burst. Sukuna only shook his head, taking you by the shoulders and leaning you against his chest, ensuring your stability before his attention shifted to your robes. With a surprising delicacy, he undid the sash bound around your waist, shrugging off your ruined yukata and carrying you back into the water. Your nails bit into his chest, but if he felt your involuntary resistance, it wasn’t enough to deter him.

Your body was lowered gingerly into one of the river’s shallower portions, and Sukuna kneeled behind you, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. You shut your eyes, but you could still feel his thumb tracing idly over your cheek, his chest reverberating against your back as he all but purred in delight. “I could hear your heart racing as I pushed you under.” And then, with a feather-light kiss to the top of your head, “It’s a relief to know there’s at least one part of you I can trust to be honest with me.”

You didn’t answer – only smiling as you melted into his palm.

~

The cherry blossom tree was larger than you’d remembered.

The village that surrounded it had grown, too. That made sense – it’d been years since you last passed through this area, and such a lovely corner of the world was bound to attract merchants and traveling warriors and those who, like yourself, simply found themselves drawn to beautiful things. You’d been able to see its wonderous branches rising above the horizon days before you were supposed to reach the village, started catching sakura petals on the breeze while you were still hours away from the nearest scrap of civilization, and a small part of you died upon being told that you would have to wait until after sunrise for your reunion, until Sukuna had finished glutting himself on blood and death and misery. Not that you listened. Uraume was tasked with looking after you, but they weren’t difficult to slip away from. They seemed to be fond of you – or, at least, surprisingly sympathetic to their master’s newest pet. Either way, they let you go without much of a struggle.

An hour or so after midnight, you made your way through fleeing crowds, maneuvering around mounds of disembodied extremities and between flame-eaten farmhouses, still in the early stages of burning down. Wherever Sukuna went, the fire seemed to follow, so you tried to stay where the light seemed the dimmest, where the smoke seemed the thinnest, focused solely on finding your way to the center of town – to the cherry blossom. You couldn’t make out its silhouette against the pitch-black landscape, but you didn’t need to. You would’ve been able to find your way to it on instinct alone.

That being said, now that you stood before it, you found it hard to believe that you’d come to the right village, let alone the right tree.

You didn’t remember your cherry blossom looking quite so… absent.

It was as if some great and wrathful deity had broken your sakura off at the base and spirited its body away, leaving only a charred stump behind. There was evidence that there had been more, at some point – pale pink petals littering the ground, a rope fence that had to have once guarded more than desecrated remains – but the cherry blossom was gone, as the village built around it would be by sunrise. It was cruel, really, when you could put your own despair aside long enough to use such tame vernacular. It was monstrous.

Speaking of monsters – yours was quick to rear his ugly head.

He’d never looked more terrible. Ash tainted the pale color of his hair, blood and gore staining his chest, his face, his hands. As always, he carried no weapon, and as always, he was entirely uninjured, untouched save for the byproduct of the devastation he’d wrought. You watched him approach in your peripheral, bracing yourself a moment before four arms wrapped around your smaller body and pulled you into a stone-hard chest. You knew better than to attempt to resist Sukuna, but this might have been the first time you were tempted to try.

“Songbird,” he muttered, the petname salt to a fresh wound. If he was surprised, let alone angry that you’d snuck away from Uraume, your disobedience caused him no strife. “I come bearing gifts.”

The upper of his two left hands uncurled, revealing a long, stick-like object. A hairpin, you realized, after a moment, the prong of a fine dark mahogany. It boasted only a single ornament: a small, expertly made glass flower. A cherry blossom, to be more specific.

You’d never been quick to anger. For as long as you could remember, in fact, you’d never found yourself angered by much of anything before.

You tasted blood before you realized you were biting your tongue; swallowing back a scream, or howl, or some other unsightly noise. It took you longer than you would’ve liked to regain your composure, but Sukuna was preoccupied, his attention dedicated solely to burying his face in the crook of your neck, to clutching onto you so tightly, you had to wonder how he’d ever managed to let go. It’d been inane to ever compare yourself to a pet, to something so cherished. It’d been inane to ever believe you were anything more than the favored plaything of a drooling, overgrown mutt.

With trembling hands, you plucked the hairpin out of his palm and held it up appraisingly. When Sukuna raised his head, his pointed teeth still lingering against your throat, you did the only thing you could think to – smiling as you leaned into him. “It’s beautiful.” And then, with a sigh, “It’s only a shame to have missed the real thing.”

For all of Sukuna’s faults, you could only be thankful that pride was among them.

“You don’t have to worry.” A hand found your jaw, holding you in place as he pressed a kiss into your temple. “I had more than my fill before you arrived.”

As you watched the village burn in his arms, you thought only of the color of chrysanthemums and the taste of iron, heavy on your tongue.

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Someone had told you, once, that all the loveliest flowers bloomed under moonlight.

You watched the sky as you waited – your eyes never leaving the sliver of it you could see through small, barred window built into the opposing wall. He’d taken you to another vacant temple, tonight, claimed the head priest’s chambers as his den, and you’d followed lovingly, never uttering so much as a word of complaint. You’d let him rest his head in your lap, raked your fingers through his hair, and brought a cask of sweet wine laced with bitter herbs to his lips whenever he threatened to stir. Eventually, his eyes eased shut, his pulse slowing and his expression dulling into something calm, something docile. If you hadn’t known better, you might’ve started to doubt that he was a monster at all.

You didn’t move, didn’t shift, didn’t make a run for the door. You only reached into your sleeve, fetching the cherry blossom hairpin he’d gifted you weeks ago, now, the hairpin you carried dutifully ever since. You waited for him to turn onto his side, revealing the unarmored half of his face, before aligning the pointed tip with his ear, raising it above your head, and plunging it—

You felt his fingers dig into your thigh, another hand latching onto your hip. Your back slammed into the stiff futon with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs – leaving you breathless and paralyzed in an instant. When you recovered enough to think, you found Sukuna above you, straddling your waist, a hand planted on either side of your head. He was breathing heavily, as if excited. You knew it was impossible, but you found yourself wishing that he’d find a way to regurgitate his own lungs and choke on them.

“My lord,” you started, each word measured. You were careful to keep your voice low, your smile perfectly saccharine. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

 His response was a manic smile, a bark of a laugh. “It’s too late to play innocent.” He lowered himself that much closer to you, his chest a hair’s width from making contact with yours. “How many times have you poisoned my wine, songbird?”

“Poisoned? Never.” You’d let go of your hairpin in the collision. Currently, it was lying against the wall to your right – just an inch or so out of your reach. There were other, more accessible weapons closer to you, but if you were going to kill Sukuna, you wanted it to be with that abomination. “If my lord is asking how many times I’ve treated his wine with herbs and spices, then twice. Once to see how he handled his drink, and tonight.”

You’d done him a disservice – writing him off as simply monstrous. He was more beast-like than anything, with his back arched and his talons dug into the bedding, with eyes so wide and so vibrant you believed, if only for a second, that he would manage to burn holes through your skull. “A day will come,” His anticipation was palpable. It was a wonder how such a glutton could ever sound so starved. “Where nothing will fall from you sweet lips but my praises, and I will know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you mean every last word.”

For once, you could only say what you meant. “I’d rather fucking die.”

There was a change to his animal posture, a glint of white teeth in moonlight, and then his mouth was crashing into yours – all fangs and tongue and intensity. Mindlessly, operating off of your own sort of base impulse, you reached out, your fingertips just barely brushing against the prong of your hairpin.

It was only as you curled your fist around it that you kissed him back, unable to suppress your grin.

[janecafe]

future spouse's pac: reasons why they choose to love you every time

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₊˚ʚ 𝐔𝐍𝐎 🪅 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

i just wanna be more authentic here. your person is a class that doesn't believe in love, they think it's just human fabricated and imagination well perhaps this may be because they have not yet experienced the feeling of "love". their beliefs and practices affecting their perspectives of what love really looks like. i think they're insecure about themselves and may have a gloomy heart about the topic of affection. so the time they infatuated with you, they will experience many first times. the reason why this person love you so much is that you were the first person to show care for them, it's like a natural characteristics of you.

i think you will work with them, in a project. it will take months for this person to grow feelings and as the time you're gonna know about their feelings, it's also gonna take more time for you to mirror these emotions with them. this seems like a slow burn yet a very assured love. when i say it was their first time to be in love, i speak about--a real love, the feeling is different and because they love you because of you.

the second thing is that you're not afraid to show yourself well despite the hesitation and nervousness you feel inside most of the time. you have this mindset where; "who's gonna do this? i have no one to rely on but myself needs me more". because of this positive aspect it's energizing you to do the task completely. i heard you might be insecure and have a public speaking anxiety but this bright side of your profile always gets you to wake up in reality. although your voice comes out in a full you can feel and hear your heart banging loudly inside when interacting with strangers. i feel that you have a high frequency, you may frequently noticed people at the public, staring at you without any reason. sometimes you felt awkward and embarrassed.

another thing to add to the list is that, despite that you are someone who is quiet and gentle. you have a great humor, i think people who are close to you like your jokes but most of the time these gags are overlay from you telling the truth. its like you are saying what's real behind those. well, this person will love your humour too. you are making them laugh even with their bad days, it makes their cheeks hurt. most of time, people don't understand the two of you because you two are the ones who master of each other's understanding. they love how you try your best understand them in every way possible without judgement this is how they fall deeper to you to the point they are willing to protect you to those people who would try to harm you physically or emotionally.

₊˚ʚ 𝐃𝐎𝐒 🪅 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

ohh, la la la. they be willing to be stripped and get cold for you. love makes them crazy, i think they have a circle where most of their friends are in love in such a way they tell themselves that, "love makes you an idiot and crazy bet i'll never be like that" not until you come and knock the hell out of them. their perception on love turned around like 360°, is indeed make them insane. they feel you are so rare that's why they have a strong feelings for you. even in afterlife, they be willing to chase and make love with you haha. this reading becoming out of the topic, well the thing that makes them choose to love you is that, you give them an unquestionable loyalty.

you show them the best version of themselves which they didn't know before because all this time they think they already reach that--- that they reach the top of themselves. your presence makes a huge difference to them. it's not a big deal, it's neither your fault for them to change but it was their decision. they embrace and love it. another thing is that you are a home and a light, it's like a feeling of waking up that sunlight hitting your face. they love it when you give the best comfort especially when they really need one.

i think they will pursue you in such a very long way and with the time you are gonna them love too. they'll be like; "finally, my happiness choose me". from their expectations and imagination they already love the life that you two were building.

you are their muse of art. the root of their inspiration. the star in the darkest days. they can metaphor you with everything, make you poems with so fondness of words. they're lucky that they are able to love and see you in this lifetime. and the day they will meet you, is the day they will share their wind-gentle love story.

₊˚ʚ 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒 🪅 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

the first thing i heard is that--- you make them marveled in love. they love how you send cute messages whenever they're at work. they think you are the most unexpected thing that happens in their life, they didn't expect you to come and boom their world. you shake things up i swear. they feel that they're bad person and nobody will ever love, they feel that they don't deserve you and their love. but you make them realize that love can make change. love makes you better. they love how patience you are with them and they are so forever grateful for that.

i think you give your best to match their energy and they really do appreciate your efforts. this slaps them that you are the one that they are willing to spend with for the rest of their lives. they want to love you much better than you do to them.

they also love your kisses and hugs. it makes their knees weak. and trust me, they'll try their best to match and give you the best communication. your encouragement and care was the ones they choose to love you every day.

another thing, they appreciate and have a soft spot for you when they take care of them when they are sick. when you make them food even though they don't usually ask for it. although most of the time you make something stupid they realize that you are the person they want for the rest of their life. i considered that their love for you was better and stronger than others.

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wahh ty for my request (undressed chap 3) i love it sm!! sorry if i was a bit rude w my wording tho i just get passionate abt good angst 😭 it’s crazy how the only thing that seemed to bother mark (aside from his family getting harassed of course) was his reputation going up in flames and not the fact he left a civilian to fend for themselves against evil variations of himself 💔 i hope reader is getting the princess treatment they deserve from the other marks cause main mark is a tool n they should’ve dumped him first honestly 😭

UNDRESSED 4 — mark variants x reader

A/N: you have inspired me once more to continue this series

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Life with the variants was chaos. Every day was a battle, not just for survival, but for control. They were all versions of Mark, yet each one was wildly different in how they viewed her, how they treated her, how they fought over her. And they did fight—constantly.

Sometimes it was words, sharp and venomous, laced with possessiveness. Other times, it was outright violence, fists cracking against flesh, the ground shaking beneath their feet as they tore into each other. Each of them believed they had the strongest claim to her, and none of them were willing to back down.

She tried to intervene when she could, standing between them, shouting at them to stop. Sometimes they listened. More often than not, they didn’t. They were too stubborn, too full of rage and jealousy to care about her pleas.

But one of them always took advantage of the distraction.

Full Mask Mark was different. He rarely spoke, always observing, always waiting. And when the others were too caught up in their fights, he made his move.

She barely had time to react before she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her away from the chaos. He was careful but firm, guiding her down dimly lit corridors, through hidden passages in whatever place they were calling home. She struggled at first, trying to fight against his grip, but he never let her go. He was patient, unyielding.

“You’re better off with me,” he murmured against her ear once, his voice muffled behind the mask. “They’ll tear each other apart for you. I just want you to myself.” She wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.

He would take her somewhere secluded, somewhere the others wouldn’t find them right away. A quiet room. A shadowed corner. Somewhere intimate, somewhere where he could be alone with her.

She could feel his gaze on her, even through the mask. There was something intense about it, something that made her breath hitch in her throat. He never forced anything, never hurt her, but his presence alone was suffocating. He wanted her, and he wasn’t afraid to make that known. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure if she wanted to run anymore.

Mohawk’s fist hovered inches from Sinister’s face, knuckles white with tension. He had been ready to break Sinister’s jaw, but something felt… off. He glanced around, scanning the room, his sharp eyes narrowing.

“Where is Y/N?” he demanded.

The room, once filled with chaos and shouting, suddenly went eerily quiet.

His gut twisted as he noticed the absence of a certain variant.

“Damn it!” he growled, fists clenching at his sides. His gaze snapped toward the door, realization dawning. “That masked moron took her for himself again!”

Sinister wiped a smear of blood from his mouth, smirking despite the near-beating he’d been moments away from receiving. “Guess he got tired of sharing.”

Mohawk didn’t waste time on more words. He stormed out, shoving past the others, his boots pounding against the floor as he followed the path he knew Masked Mark had taken. This wasn’t the first time it had happened. That silent bastard had a habit of sneaking off with her, dragging her away whenever things got too heated. And every time, it pissed Mohawk off more. The others weren’t far behind.

“Fan out,” Viltrumite ordered, eyes dark with irritation. “Find them.”

They scattered, searching every shadowed hall, every locked door. It was always the same damn game—Masked Mark stealing her away, keeping her to himself like she belonged only to him. And Mohawk hated losing.

Mohawk stormed through the halls, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. He knew where to look. Masked Mark always had his hiding spots, little sanctuaries where he thought he could keep her away from them.

And sure enough, when Mohawk shoved open the door to one of the more secluded rooms, he found them.

There she was—laying against Masked Mark’s chest, sleeping soundly. The tension in his body snapped into something colder, something almost bitter. She looked… comfortable. Relaxed. As if she belonged there.

Masked Mark lifted his head slightly at the intrusion, pressing a finger to his lips. “Shhh,” he hushed, as if he were the one in control here, as if Mohawk were the problem. Carefully, he peeled himself away from her, moving with slow precision so she wouldn’t wake. The sheets slipped off his torso as he moved, and without hesitation, he grabbed a blanket and pulled it over her bare form, shielding her from their view.

Mohawk’s glare sharpened. “Really?”

Masked Mark only shrugged, standing to face him, still frustratingly calm. “Technically, she kissed me first, sooo…”

Mohawk scoffed, dragging a hand down his face in irritation. “Unbelievable.”

Before he could start a real fight over it, footsteps sounded behind him. Viltrumite Mark entered the room, but unlike Mohawk, he didn’t say anything. He barely even acknowledged the exchange. His gaze was locked onto her, taking in the slow rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face.

For all his brutality, for all his possessive nature, there was something unmistakable in his expression. Relief. She was okay. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by her soft breathing.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Y/N woke, stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles ached slightly, but in the most comforting way, as if the sleep had worked its magic on her. The bed felt empty beside her, and she blinked, eyes adjusting to the daylight. Masked Mark was no longer there.

A rush of conflicting emotions flooded her as she remembered the night before. The way he’d held her, how she had felt so… safe in his arms. The way he had pulled her close, the undeniable pull between them. Yet now, in the quiet of the morning, her thoughts seemed to crowd her head. She tried to push it all away.

With a small sigh, Y/N tugged the blanket closer to her chest and sat up, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of his touch. She was still wrapped in the warmth of the bed, but the memory of last night was harder to escape.

Her eyes wandered to the empty space beside her again, and her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the question of why she was allowing herself to be pulled into this web of variants, this mess of men all vying for her attention. Was this how things were going to be from now on?

“Focus,” she muttered to herself. She wasn’t about to dwell on that now.

Y/N let out a long yawn and decided it was better to get up and try to start the day fresh. She pulled the covers off, her feet hitting the cool floor as she stood. She needed a shower, something to ground herself before facing the chaos of the other variants.

The shower would give her a moment of peace, a rare chance to collect her thoughts.

As she walked to the bathroom, she could hear the faint sounds of the others arguing from down the hall, their voices raised in that all-too-familiar way. The tension between them never really seemed to subside. She just wanted a break from it all, even if only for a little while.

Stepping into the shower, Y/N let the hot water cascade over her, sighing as it washed away the tension in her muscles. The steam filled the room, and for a brief moment, she let herself forget about the variants, about the confusion swirling in her mind. It was just her, the water, and the soothing silence of being alone for once. But, as always, that wouldn’t last long. She had to face them eventually.

Y/N walked downstairs, her mind still a bit foggy from the morning. The house was quiet, save for the soft sounds of a pan sizzling in the kitchen. As she entered the room, she paused, her gaze falling on the man standing at the stove. It was hard to tell them apart sometimes, especially when they weren’t wearing their usual suits—whether it was their hero or villain attire, it usually made things easier to distinguish them. But when they were like this, just regular versions of themselves, it became more complicated.

But she knew it was him by the way he carried himself. The calm, quiet confidence in his posture, the way he moved with purpose but without rushing, the subtle way he observed her as she entered.

No Mask Mark.

He didn’t need to say anything at first. He just kept flipping the pancakes, his back turned to her for the moment. She stood there for a moment, watching him, trying to steady her racing thoughts.

Finally, he spoke. “Want some?” he asked, his voice low and easy, as if it were just any other morning. He gestured toward the stack of pancakes on the counter, steam still rising from them, the smell of syrup filling the air.

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of everything from the night before pressing against her chest. “Thanks.” Her voice was quieter than she intended, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t sure how to feel.

She grabbed a plate, serving herself a generous portion before sitting down at the small kitchen table. The soft clink of the silverware and the occasional creak of the chair were the only sounds as she took her first bite, savoring the warm, fresh pancakes.

For a moment, it almost felt normal. Almost.

When he finally joined her at the table, he didn’t speak right away. He set his own plate down and sat across from her, their eyes meeting briefly before he began cutting into his own pancakes.

They ate in silence, the tension from the previous days still lingering between them, but neither of them seemed eager to address it. It wasn’t awkward, exactly—it was just… quiet. The kind of silence that only came when too much had been left unsaid.

Y/N found herself stealing glances at him from time to time, unsure of what to make of his calm demeanor. He wasn’t acting like the other variants, like the ones who would argue, who would demand her attention. He wasn’t demanding anything at all.

It was almost… unnerving.

Finally, after a few minutes of chewing and sipping her coffee, she spoke, her voice still a little tentative. “Do you always make breakfast?”

He looked up at her, and for a brief moment, his eyes softened, just slightly. “Only when I’m not distracted.” He paused, setting his fork down and leaning back in his chair. “I figured you could use something that didn’t come from a can or a microwave for once.”

Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smile, the lightest hint of warmth crossing her features. “I appreciate it,” she said, though she wasn’t sure if she appreciated the gesture or if it was just the normalcy of it that felt like a fleeting comfort.

The moment lingered, but neither of them spoke. There was something in the air, an unspoken understanding between them that neither one of them seemed ready to break. She wasn’t sure where things were going, or if they even could go anywhere, but for now, there was just the silence, the breakfast, and the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air.

Y/N finished the last bite of her pancakes, the warm syrup settling in her stomach. She pushed her plate aside, feeling the odd tension still buzzing between them. She wasn’t sure what to say next, or if anything needed to be said at all. He hadn’t made any moves to address the chaos between them, and part of her appreciated that. For now, she just wanted a little peace.

“Thanks for breakfast,” she said quietly, offering him a small smile as she stood up from the table. “It was… really good.”

He gave a nod in acknowledgment, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t say anything more. He was content with the silence, it seemed.

Y/N picked up their plates, stacking them carefully, and took them to the sink. She rinsed them off, the rhythmic sound of water running over the dishes filling the kitchen. She found herself focusing on the task at hand, scrubbing the pans he used to make the pancakes, the clean, soapy water offering a brief distraction from the weight of everything else.

She wasn’t sure why she was doing this—why she was cleaning up after him like it was some normal morning. Maybe it was because, in some twisted way, it felt like the only thing she could control right now. Cleaning felt… soothing, grounding. The kitchen, messy as it was with all the used pans and dishes, felt like the one thing she could manage without feeling helpless.

When she finished, she dried the last dish and placed it back on the counter. The kitchen felt a little less chaotic now, the smell of food lingering in the air, the plates and pans clean once more.

She turned to face him, her movements slow as she leaned against the counter, a small sigh escaping her lips. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted to help. You made breakfast, so… I thought I’d take care of this.”

He stood up, pushing his chair back with a scrape, his eyes following her every movement. There was a long pause before he spoke, his tone low. “You don’t have to do that,” he said quietly, his mask seeming to soften the words even though she knew it was him, fully aware of the subtlety in his voice. “But… I appreciate it.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze briefly meeting his. “I know. It’s just…” She didn’t have the words to finish. It felt like everything she wanted to say was tangled up in her chest, a knot she couldn’t unravel.

He didn’t push her to speak. Instead, he just leaned against the counter, his posture casual, but his eyes never left hers. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the silence growing comfortable again, even though the weight of everything still loomed over them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he said, “We should get going. The others will be waiting.”

It was a simple statement, but Y/N could feel the weight behind it. She wasn’t sure what “getting going” meant yet. She wasn’t even sure where they were going, or if it mattered. She was starting to wonder if any of it mattered anymore. Still, she nodded. “Yeah… let’s go.”

Y/N straightened up, her fingers lingering on the edge of the counter as she glanced at Maskless Mark. She felt the space between them thick with unspoken words, but there was no rush to fill the silence. He hadn’t pushed her, hadn’t forced her to confront the mess of emotions swirling within her. And for that, she was grateful, even if she didn’t fully understand why.

“Right,” she murmured, her voice steady but still soft. She walked past him, her steps almost automatic, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting. With every movement, with every glance exchanged, she was becoming more aware of how easy it was to fall back into the rhythm of things with him—like it had never changed, like she hadn’t been pulled through hell and back by the variants.

But she had, and that reality hung over her like a cloud.

The others would be waiting. She didn’t know exactly what they’d be doing, but she felt a strange pull to follow him, a sense of duty that kept her from questioning her decision. They were a broken team, a fractured mess of personalities and powers, yet somehow, she had become a piece of it all. They needed her.

The thought made her stomach twist, but she pushed it down. No time for that now.

Maskless Mark followed her silently, and together, they left the kitchen, walking toward the hallway. The sound of muffled voices came from further down, the others undoubtedly already gathered and bickering, as usual. But in that moment, it didn’t seem to matter. Not when she had to face what was still looming between them.

As they entered the room where the others had gathered, their voices immediately cut off, and all eyes turned toward her and Maskless Mark. There was tension, as always, but there was something else now—something sharper in the air. A sense of unresolved tension.

Y/N felt the weight of their gazes, but she refused to let it affect her. Instead, she focused on Maskless Mark. He didn’t look back at her, not yet. He stood there, shoulders tense but his posture relaxed, as if he was waiting for her to make the first move.

She glanced around the room at the other variants. Some of them were already in the middle of heated conversations, others watching her closely, but none of them dared to approach. They all knew the tension, the fragility of the situation. There was no need for words.

“I’ll be in my room,” Y/N said quietly, breaking the silence. She didn’t wait for a response. There was nothing more to say.

Turning on her heel, she walked away from them, from the chaos of the variants and the awkwardness of the moment. As she reached the door, she felt a tug at her heart, an unexplainable pull back toward Maskless Mark. The others, though, were already beginning to speak again, their attention now divided between each other.

For a moment, it felt like she had slipped into another world—a world where she could just escape, even if only for a few seconds. But the door clicked shut behind her, and she was alone again.

Y/N tossed and turned in the bed, the sheets tangled around her limbs as the restlessness clawed at her. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind betrayed her, replaying the argument with Mark and the loneliness that had followed. The pain still lingered, gnawing at her heart like a constant ache. No matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn’t come.

It had been days since everything had changed, and it felt like the walls were closing in on her. She couldn’t get rid of the tightness in her chest, the way her heart felt hollow, like someone had torn out a piece of her and left an emptiness in its place.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing the covers off, she sat up in bed, the cold air biting at her skin. She stared at the window across the room, the moonlight streaming through it, casting shadows that seemed to mock her. The silence of the house felt oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and regrets.

Her gaze flickered back to the bed, where the absence of Mark’s presence felt louder than anything else. The bed was too big, too empty without him. She didn’t want to be here anymore, didn’t want to be trapped in her thoughts. She needed to escape. She needed space—if only for a little while.

Y/N swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet meeting the cold floor with a soft thud. She stood up and moved quietly toward the window, hesitant but determined. There was something about the night air that called to her, the idea of being out there, away from the suffocating tension of the house.

Her hands reached for the window, the cool glass smooth under her touch as she slid it open. The sound was soft but sharp in the quiet room, and she paused, glancing over her shoulder to make sure she hadn’t woken anyone. No one stirred.

With a quiet sigh of relief, she pulled herself onto the window ledge, slipping her legs out and onto the ledge below. Her feet found the solid grip of the tree outside, the one that she had once climbed with Mark, when everything felt normal and right. She started to climb down, but she had underestimated her upper body strength and the distance she had to drop. The further she went, the less confident she became in her own ability to make the jump.

As her hands slipped slightly on the rough bark, she panicked, realizing just how far the ground was. Her heart raced, a chill running through her as she reached for the window again, trying to scramble back up. But before she could get a good grip, the window slammed shut with a harsh click, catching her fingers in the process.

Y/N gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she cursed under her breath. She tried to pull her hand free, but the pain was too much, and in her panic, she lost her grip.

There was no time to scream. The ground was rushing toward her, closer, faster, and she knew in that instant—this was going to hurt.

“This is gonna hurt…” she thought, her stomach flipping with fear as she let go, falling toward the ground below.

But just as the impact was about to take her, she felt a powerful force wrap around her, lifting her from her descent. The air rushed by her, and before she could even process what was happening, she found herself safely cradled in strong arms.

“Going somewhere?” a voice rumbled, deep and amused.

Y/N gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up to see Prisoner Mark holding her effortlessly, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

She blinked in surprise, trying to catch her breath. “Uh… well… I was just—”

He let out a low laugh, the sound like a rumble of thunder. “Calm down, sweetheart. I won’t tell the others,” he said, his voice teasing but with a hint of something else she couldn’t quite place.

He gently set her down on the grass, his touch almost gentle despite his rough demeanor. “Still, where were you planning to go?”

Y/N hesitated, looking away for a moment as the vulnerability of the situation washed over her. “There’s this tree,” she said softly, her voice trailing off. “It sounds dumb, but Mark—my Mark—he would take me there when I couldn’t sleep. We’d just… watch the stars. It was our thing.” She frowned, looking down at her hands. “Uh… never mind. It’s silly.”

Prisoner Mark didn’t press her, though there was something in his eyes that softened just a little. “Where’s this tree?”

She blinked at him, surprised by the question. “It’s a little ways out from here, behind the house. I used to climb it with him.” She paused, her voice growing quieter. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just a memory now.”

Without another word, Prisoner Mark scooped her up again, lifting her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and took off into the sky. She startled at first but didn’t say anything, letting him fly her over the treetops, her mind still swirling with everything that had happened.

Moments later, they landed with a soft thud in a large, sturdy tree. The branches were thick and strong, winding upward like a natural staircase. Mark set her down carefully on one of the high branches, and she sat down, trying to steady her breath. The cool night air was refreshing, and the stars above seemed to twinkle just a little brighter, somehow.

“You know,” Prisoner Mark said, looking around, “this is quite high up. How would you have gotten up here?”

Y/N shrugged, managing a small laugh despite the heaviness in her chest. “I didn’t think that far ahead. He would always fly us up here.”

Prisoner Mark tilted his head, considering her for a moment, then took a seat next to her, his posture relaxed as he gazed out over the trees. “Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was quieter now, softer. “The breakup, I mean. You haven’t told any of us. We didn’t want to push you, but we’ve all been wondering. We knew something happened, but not the whole story.”

Y/N stared out at the stars, her gaze distant, lost in thought. She didn’t answer right away, the weight of his question sitting heavily on her chest. She’d never really talked about it, not like this—not with someone who wasn’t wrapped up in the same mess.

Finally, she sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell anyone, alright? I don’t want to sound stupid.”

Prisoner Mark didn’t say anything, but his expression softened, waiting patiently for her to speak.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N began. She explained everything—the love she had for Mark, how he was her first boyfriend, her first everything. How everything had seemed perfect at first, until it wasn’t. She told him about how she’d understood Mark’s duty to save the world and how she never complained, even when it kept her up late at night, worrying over his safety. How she’d stayed quiet, blind to the stress it caused her. Then, the painful truth—how he had broken up with her for what he thought was the greater good, and a week later, Sam had been there.

“I think he was… cheating on me with Eve,” she said, voice cracking a little, though she quickly suppressed the emotion. “But I’m not too sure. I just… I feel like everything changed overnight.”

Prisoner Mark didn’t say anything for a long while, just watching her quietly. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Y/N. It’s never easy when someone you care about makes decisions that leave you hanging, especially when you don’t have all the answers.” She nodded, swallowing hard. It was easier to talk to him than she expected, even if it didn’t take away the hurt. At least someone was listening.

Prisoner Mark stayed silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on her as if processing everything she had just shared. The air between them was heavy, but not uncomfortable. For once, it wasn’t the pressure of judgment or the weight of expectations. It was just… understanding.

“I know it doesn’t fix anything,” he finally said, his voice low but sincere. “But I’m here for you. If you ever need to talk, or… whatever it is you need, just know that you don’t have to go through this alone.”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she leaned back against the thick trunk of the tree, staring up at the stars. The night sky felt so vast and infinite, and for a moment, she allowed herself to forget everything else. To just breathe and exist in the stillness.

But soon, her thoughts drifted back to Mark—her Mark. How everything had unraveled. The lies, the confusion, the feelings of betrayal. How she’d trusted him so completely, only for him to walk away, choosing someone else. And that hurt more than anything.

She glanced at Prisoner Mark from the corner of her eye, surprised at how much comfort his presence offered. Despite his scars, the rough exterior, he was… different from what she expected. There was a quiet strength about him, something unspoken, and it made her feel strangely safe, like nothing in the world could touch her while he was there.

“I should get back,” Y/N said softly, her voice almost sounding like she was trying to convince herself. “They’ll notice I’m gone.”

Prisoner Mark gave her a long look, his jaw tightening slightly. “You don’t have to go back just yet,” he said, his tone a little more forceful now. “You’ve been running around trying to fix everything, trying to make sense of it all. Take a moment. You deserve that.”

She blinked, surprised by the intensity in his voice. But it wasn’t forceful in a way that felt wrong. It was like he wanted to shield her from the chaos that awaited her back inside, from the people who might not understand her pain, from the weight of Mark’s absence.

Prisoner Mark stood and offered his hand. “Come on. Stay a little longer. It’s not every day you get to be up here.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between him and the ground below, the house she had come from, the reality that awaited her. But for the first time in days, she didn’t feel rushed. She didn’t feel the pressure to go back to the people who expected her to act like everything was fine.

With a soft sigh, she reached out and took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She wasn’t ready to go back yet. Not to the chaos, not to the questions, and not to the man who had once been everything to her.

As they sat together on the branch, the wind gently rustling through the leaves around them, Y/N closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment of peace. There was no one demanding anything from her, no expectations, no broken promises. Just the quiet comfort of someone who understood the weight she carried, someone who didn’t try to fix her, but instead let her be.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “For letting me talk. For not pushing me.” Prisoner Mark didn’t say anything at first, just gave her a quiet nod. He didn’t need to say anything more—his presence spoke louder than words ever could.

Y/N’s voice broke the silence, soft but laced with curiosity. “Can I ask you something? How did you lose your Y/N?”

Prisoner Mark’s body stiffened, his eyes briefly flickering to the stars above them, as if the memory was still too painful to touch. He hesitated, the weight of her question settling between them like an anchor, pulling him down into the past.

He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice rough with the remnants of old grief. “I lost her before I ended up in prison,” he began, his words slow, measured. “The Viltrumites—they… they killed her. As a punishment for me.”

Y/N’s heart twisted at the rawness in his tone. She could feel the pain hanging thick in the air, a pain she couldn’t even begin to comprehend, but a pain she now understood more clearly. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it. The Viltrumites were ruthless, she knew that much. But to lose someone so close, someone you loved, just as a way to punish you—it was beyond cruel.

“What… what happened?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. She wanted to understand, but she feared the answer.

Prisoner Mark’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he relived the memory. “I was never supposed to care,” he continued, his voice hardening. “The Viltrumites teach us that emotions are weaknesses. That attachments slow us down. But with her… I didn’t care. I loved her.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand tightening around the branch beneath him. “They killed her to send a message. To remind me that no one, not even someone I loved, was safe from the Viltrumite way. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t save her.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten, the heaviness of his words pressing against her chest. The pain, the loss—it was all so much more than she’d imagined. She wanted to reach out, to say something that would make him feel better, but she didn’t know how. The silence that followed was thick, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

Prisoner Mark continued, his voice softer now, like he was speaking to himself more than to her. “I thought maybe it would get easier after a while. But it doesn’t. Losing her… it’s something I’ll carry with me forever. It doesn’t matter where I go, or what I do, that hole is always there.”

Y/N swallowed, the weight of his confession sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected to hear the depth of his loss, the quiet devastation that shaped so much of him. She couldn’t begin to understand what it felt like to lose someone like that, not in the way he had.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely audible. She didn’t know if those words were enough, but they were all she had to offer.

Prisoner Mark gave her a small, almost imperceptible smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s alright. It happened a long time ago. I don’t expect anyone to understand. Just… don’t make the same mistake I did.”

Y/N frowned, not fully grasping what he meant. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t let someone you care about slip away,” he said quietly, his voice thick with regret. “Don’t waste the time you have. Once it’s gone, it’s gone. And you can never get it back.”

Her breath hitched at the truth of his words. It was a warning—a reminder of how quickly everything could change, how fragile everything was. She could feel the weight of it, the same burden he carried, the same fear that clung to him.

“I won’t,” she whispered, the promise feeling more real than she had intended.

Prisoner Mark gave her another look, a deeper one this time. His gaze softened, and for a brief moment, there was something almost vulnerable in his eyes—something that matched the rawness of his confession. He didn’t need her to say anything more, didn’t need her pity. It was just the two of them in the quiet, the night air surrounding them like a blanket.

“I’m glad you stayed up here with me,” he murmured after a long pause. “You’re not like the others.”

Y/N met his gaze, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “I’m glad I stayed too,” she said quietly, her voice barely carrying through the air. “I think I needed to be reminded that I’m not alone.”

Prisoner Mark nodded slowly, as if he knew exactly what she meant. And for a while, they both just sat there, letting the night pass them by. Neither of them felt the need to speak more, the shared silence offering more comfort than words ever could.

Y/N didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, or where she would be in a week. But for the first time in days, the tightness in her chest had loosened just enough for her to breathe again. Maybe, just maybe, things didn’t have to be as broken as they seemed.

Prisoner Mark gently lifted Y/N into his arms, his grip steady and comforting as he took to the skies. The cold night air rushed past them, but for Y/N, the warmth of his presence kept her grounded, a quiet solace she hadn’t expected to find.

The familiar sight of the house grew closer, and with a soft landing, he touched down on the ground just outside her window. His boots barely made a sound as he lowered her gently, his hands lingering on her shoulders for a moment.

“Here we are,” he said quietly, his voice as soft as the breeze that ruffled the leaves around them.

Y/N turned to face him, her heart unexpectedly full. Despite the heaviness of the night, there was something about him that made everything feel a little more bearable, even if just for a while. She smiled, her eyes meeting his, and before she realized it, she stood on her tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered, the words carrying more weight than she could explain. “Goodnight.”

Prisoner Mark didn’t respond immediately, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, as if to break the silence, he gave her a slight nod. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

As she turned to climb back through the window, he remained just outside, watching her with a quiet intensity that lingered even after she had disappeared from view. His heart ached in a way he didn’t want to admit. She wasn’t his Y/N, and maybe she never could be, but in that moment, he had given her something no one else had. And for once, it felt enough.

The night was still, the stars above burning brightly as he turned away, leaving her to find peace in her own way. Tomorrow, they would all face the consequences of their choices. But for tonight, it was just them—their shared silence, their unspoken understanding—and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, things could get better.

The house was eerily quiet for once. No fights, no arguments, no threats of tearing the place apart. It was almost unsettling. Y/N sat on the couch, curled up with a book she wasn’t actually reading, flipping through the pages mindlessly.

She barely noticed when Omni Mark entered the room. He was always composed, his presence almost suffocating in how intense it was. His gaze swept over her, taking in her quiet form before he silently took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

“You look bored,” he observed, his deep voice breaking the silence.

Y/N sighed, closing the book and glancing at him. “I guess. I just… I don’t know. I don’t feel like doing anything.”

Omni Mark studied her for a moment, his piercing eyes unreadable. “You’re still thinking about him.” It wasn’t a question.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “No. Well—maybe. I don’t know,” she admitted. “It’s just hard. Being here, being with all of you… it’s a lot.”

Omni Mark nodded slightly, as if he understood more than he let on. “You’ve adapted better than most would. Surrounded by versions of the man who broke you? You should be falling apart. Yet, you’re still here.”

She frowned, looking at him. “Do you think I should be falling apart?”

“No,” he said simply. “I think you’re stronger than you realize.”

That caught her off guard. Most of them, even the softer Marks, treated her like she was fragile, breakable. But Omni Mark—he didn’t. He saw something in her that she didn’t even see in herself.

She shifted slightly, pulling her legs up on the couch. “What about you? What was your Y/N like?”

His jaw tightened at the mention of her. His gaze flickered away for a second before he leaned back against the couch. “She was… strong. Stubborn. A fighter,” he said, his voice quieter now. “She hated me at first. Thought I was a monster.”

Y/N tilted her head. “And were you?”

Omni Mark smirked slightly, but there was no amusement in it. “In some ways, yes. But she didn’t fear me. She challenged me, pushed me in ways I didn’t expect.” His expression darkened. “She fought until the very end.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling the weight of his words. She could guess what that meant—his Y/N was gone. Another casualty in a war that never seemed to end.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

Omni Mark glanced at her, eyes searching. “You remind me of her sometimes,” he admitted. “But you’re different. You’re still… hopeful.” She let out a small, bitter laugh. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“You are,” he countered. “You still believe there’s a way out of this, that things can get better.” He leaned in slightly, his presence overwhelming. “That’s why they all want you. Why I want you.”

Her breath hitched at his words. There was no mistaking the way he looked at her—like she was something rare, something worth having. And for once, she didn’t feel small under his gaze. She held his stare, something unspoken passing between them. “You’re not alone here, Y/N,” Omni Mark murmured. “Not anymore.”

A/N: there will be more parts

@starlightt180

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, logan howlett, marie lebeau, and peter maximoff

↳ warnings: x-man type violence maybe? nothing much

↳ notes: just some self indulgent headcanons about how the gang would deal with someone who hates skin on skin contact. this is based on my own personal experiences, so it might not cater to everyone. charles and erik are written to be more of themselves around the first class era, peter is himself as seen in apocalypse, and marie & logan are more set in the first movie's portrayal of them

↳ song: heavy metal lover—lady gaga

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥��𝐬 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 [𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐗]

• Oh this is not one bit of a problem for Charles

• He's never needed physical contact to connect with people. Whether that's because of his powers, or his 'natural charm' as he calls it, you aren't sure, but your strange request for no contact never seemed to put him off his friendship with you

• Charles has his own ways of bonding with you, no hugs or handshakes required. Instead of nudges used to alert the other of a particularly funny joke, he'd just send you flashes in your mind regarding the situation. The end result was always the same; with the both of you grinning at each other while the rest of the room was left to make their own assumptions as to what you were thinking about

• "Seriously, it's creepy when they do that. They could be talking about anything." Alex whispered to Hank one day as you and Charles stood across the room from each other, not caring if the Professor was able to hear him or not. The only sign that you were even talking was the occasional huff of laughter Charles would let out as you scrunched your nose up in a toothy grin

• "Oh, I wouldn't say that." Hanks eyes gleam from behind his glasses as he watches the two of his friends. "Charles tells me most of it is just really bad jokes, if you want to know."

• As if on cue, the spell between you and Charles breaks as you delve into a laughing fit, and Alex and Hank can't help but shake their heads at each other in slight amusement as they watch

• He does an excellent job at speaking for you when you can't quite explain to new people why you are the way you are—as long as you'll let him, of course

• Maybe it's because he's been in your head, or just because he knows you so well that he can say exactly what you're thinking before you even know it. And sometimes, he doesn't even need to explain much at all. One carefully worded sentence backed with that steady tone of his is enough to make even the most ignorant of people understand

• "No handshakes for them, please." Charles had found himself saying that sentence more times than he could count since getting to know you, but he never found himself growing tired of it; even when you eventually found the awkward courage to start speaking on your behalf. Especially when you started speaking on your behalf

• Charles is a very patient man, and he couldn't be happier than to wait for you to open up to the world like you had done for him, even if it does take a while

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫 [𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐨]

• I'm going to be completely honest with you. At first, Erik finds your habit of avoiding touch annoying

• It's a weakness in his eyes that you have every opportunity to avoid acquiring. He doesn't see the point in being afraid of something so miniscule

• When he first meets you, he's probably an asshole about it. Erik doesn't go out of his way to touch you on purpose, but he won't take extra steps to stop himself from doing so. If the back of his hand brushes against yours as he storms away from another one of Charles' annoying lectures? Then so be it. Who cares if you pull back from him like you've been burned, clutching your skin tightly as you glare at his retreating form

• It will take a while for Erik to begin to understand you, much like it does for him to understand a lot of things about the rest of the world. I won't say that he ever officially apologizes for his past behavior toward you, but he definitely drops hints that he does regret it

• "Never thought I'd live to hear the Erik Lehnsherr himself say sorry for something he did. Next you'll be telling me you've always liked humans." Your eyes were wide in faux surprise as you stared at him one day, looking like you had just heard the best news of your life. It was a good thing you and Erik had a much better relationship than when you had first met, otherwise he wouldn't have had a second thought about shutting you up

• "All I said was that maybe I maybe could have been a bit nicer to you." He sighed, already regretting this entire interaction

• "Oh, you're not getting off that easy." You were already scrambling for the door, completely missing the way Erik rolled his eyes and flicked his hand up in preparation. "Charles! Charles, you'll never believe what just happened—"

• He ended up using your belt buckle to drag you across the room before you could embarrass him any further

• Once he's warmed up to you, I'd like to think that he's definitely used the fact that lots of people wear rings and bracelets to his advantage to stop people from touching you at bars or in crowds

• He swears up and down he doesn't get attached to anyone, and especially not someone that associates with the X-Men of all groups, but you've definitely have had a few people look at their hands around you in confusion while he's around. Almost as if someone else had a say in their actions

• "Big softie."

• "You do know I could kill you if I wanted to."

• "I'd like to retract my last statement, please and thank you."

𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 [𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞]

• Logan doesn't give two shits about your strange request

• Not in the way that he ignores it like Erik, but rather in the way that he literally doesn't give a fuck if you want to be touched or not. He wasn't planning on touching you anyways, so it's not like he really has to think about it

• If anything, Logan is one of the only people who can even begin to understand your mindset. He's never been too fond of people just outright touching him without a warning first, especially if they were strangers, but that's what you get after being experimented on for years

• He'll have to get to both know and like you before he starts taking your words more seriously. Otherwise, all you're getting from him is a gruff noise of disinterest and a roll of his shoulders as he blows past you

• Or ar least that's what he'd like you to think

• "Watch it, pal." You barely had time to process what that noise was next to your ear before Logan was standing dangerously close to you. You were about to ask him to back away before you saw his hand up, and when you looked at his hand you saw it was closed around a strangers wrist; the likes of which was outreached in your direction and just about to make contact with you

• Logans rough tone and sharp glare had sent the fellow stumbling away with an apology, and left you standing there with a bewildered look on your face. It only grew larger when he refused to look at you afterward

• "Don't let it get to your head." Was all he huffed out in your general direction before walking off to continue the mission the both of you were on. Through the com's in your ears, you could hear the rest of the team asking you what was going on, and with a slow upward tick of your lip you finally answered

• "I think Wolverine here has gone a bit soft on my end guys."

• You were given the cold shoulder for the rest of the week by Logan, and every time he glared at you, you couldn't help but try to hold in laughter

• "See, this is why I'm not nice."

• "No no no I take it all back, I swear. You're so mean. You're the meanest, toughest person here, never done a good deed in your life—"

• "Shut the fuck up."

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 [𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞]

• She doesn't understand why you'd choose to have people not touch you

• For Marie, not being able to hug someone— to even so much as hold hands with the people she loved —is a curse. She wasn't such a fool to think that her mutation itself was the curse, Charles had managed to drill that thought out of her head a long while ago, but the side-effect that came with it would forever haunt her

• So when she found out that you actively took strides to make sure no one ever touched you (if possible), she was in disbelief

• "I just don't get it." She'd confessed to you out of the blue once. "How can you stand it? If I were you—"

• "But you're not." You cut her off and shrugged, voice devoid of any meanness or annoyance at the turn of conversation. "I get it. I must seem crazy to you. I'd imagine that you'd jump at the chance to be able to touch someone again. But that just isn't me. I can't stand the feeling of being touched. Makes me feel gross; inside and out. I don't ask you to understand it, just that you respect it. Yeah?"

• She had nodded slowly at you, not expecting the sudden explanation. It wasn't unwelcome, however. Quite the contrary. She'd rather understand you than stew in quiet confusion

• From that moment on, even if Marie thinks you're a little crazy in the head, she does her best to make sure that both herself and others take your wishes to heart

• You have to admit, it's nice having her look out for you. And it helps that she's one of the most powerful mutants on campus; one sideways look from her, and she could send anyone in the opposite direction from you if you need

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 [𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫]

• You're constantly having to remind him that you don't like people touching you

• It's not Peter's fault he forgets sometime. His brain is always going going going from one thing to the next. Thinking about the next mission, the quickest way to get from one end of the country to the other, how to beat that stupid kid at the arcade that keeps leaving him and his high scores in the dust—

• Okay so maybe he could do a bit of a better job of trying to listen

• "Peter, reach for the back of my neck again and I'm gonna break both of your legs." You didn't even have to turn around to know that he was itching to latch onto your neck, most likely to take you on a surprise trip a few states over. Or maybe just to the mall. He was spontaneous like that

• When you did manage to look up from your notebook and back at him, you found that Peter was already a good few feet away from you, holding up his hands with a deceivingly innocent smile; but respecting your wishes all the same

• "You sure you're not a secret nun or something?" He poked fun at the way you refused to let anyone touch you, even going as far to squint at you in an unconvinced manner. You ignored his clear misunderstanding of nuns to snort in amusement

• "No."

• "Could have fooled me, babe."

• He sped away before you had the chance to throw your papers at his head

• Peter's probably the kind of guy to constantly tease you to your face, but the moment you're not in sight and someone's ragging on you, he'll shut them down. He's done it many times to stray students in the hallways of the school who talk just a little too loud about your personal boundaries

• "I'm just saying, man, they're a little weird. The other day, I asked to borrow a pencil, and they threw it at me. While standing less than a foot away. It's just strange—"

• Less than a second later, the student was sent falling to the floor over his shoelaces, which were suspiciously tied together in contrast to moments ago when they had been placed in neat little bows

• The only sign that this hadn't been a freak accident was the telltale burst of wind that sped by the student and their friend, a faint laugh following in its wake

[astrow1zar6]

Best Synastry to have with a partner Observations

Sun conjunct trine or opposite moon: this is a classic marriage aspect & ik it’s in every post as being the top best but it’s true. How the Sun person expresses themselves is what the moon person feels deep down inside & finds acceptable. This placement can feel almost telepathic at times & they can understand eachother without any words being spoken. They usually can feel what the other feels by just simply looking into one another’s eyes. There’s almost this instant feeling of safety & familiarity when these souls meet eachother. The opposition however is more like an “opposites attract type situation “ but the opposite traits that each partner has is usually what the other one lacks which can be very beneficial in the long run. While on the other hand the conjunction feels like you are almost looking into a mirror when you meet them you just get eachother! This aspect usually ends in long term marriage.

Venus conjunct mars synastry: ugh so much passion! You can literally get turned on just by a handshake or a look with this aspect. This is the aspect that causes them to never lose the “spark” in their relationship. Like how some partners stop having sex after a long time being together, with this aspect that rarely happens even if the rest of your synastry with them is very afflicted. It’s even better when the man is the mars person and the woman is the Venus. This can work well even if the woman is the mars and man is Venus but it can cause a sort of gender role swap which can get a little uncomfortable at times. The mars person is usually the initiator and tries everything to court the Venus and make her feel valued, in return the Venus person is very receptive to this energy and feels very loved and sexy in return by the mars persons efforts. This is a very PDA aspect you will always see them touching each-other or holding hands. This is the annoying couple you would see in hs always making out hard as hell in the hallways lmao. This is like a romance movie type of love ♥️ however if this isn’t supported by any long term aspects sex could end up being the only thing keeping their bond together.

Sun trine or conjunct venus synastry: these people just plain dig eachother! I’ve talked a lot about this aspect in my other posts but they genuinely just love eachothers personalities & it’s goes deeper than just sexual attraction like the Venus mars aspect this is more just plain adoration. When you look at them you just think “awww they are just the cutest”🥺. It’s very hard for these people to stay mad at eachother as well it feels terrible when you guys are on bad terms with one another so you have a tendency to forgive them more than you would with other people you’ve dated. They do however have a tendency to sweep issues under the rug to “keep the peace” which can be detrimental in the end so be careful with being too passive with this aspect. The sun person thinks the Venus person is just so beautiful inside and out and isn’t afraid to be affectionate with them while the Venus person adores how the sun freely expresses themselves and shows love to them. Very sweet aspect.

Pluto positively aspecting Venus: this can give an Edward and Bella vibe to it. Their love and attraction for each-other is INTENSE. This isn’t a surface level attraction at all it’s like they can see into one another’s souls almost. Everything they do together is just so HOT. The types to stare into each-other eyes without speaking for hours. Even when the first meet the chemistry between these people is UNMATCHED especially with the conjunction. This is a placement that gives you crazy butterflies whenever they walk into the room. The Venus person is so mesmerized by the Pluto person & can act very out of character when they are around them. This placement can make the most light hearted of people go crazy for their partner. Pluto is more in control in this aspect and usually tries their hardest to make the Venus person theirs. Theirs this deep possessiveness to this like a “you’re mine, no one else can have you” type of energy. But not in a creepy scary way like the square and opposition but in a more sexy kind of way that makes you feel so loved. Be careful of jealousy and clinginess with this, even with positive aspects it can turn sour fast of not kept in check. The Pluto is usually the more possessive one (I’ve seen it go both ways though) but they can get jealous over EVERYONE even if it’s their family members. So be mindful of this because this bond can get very intense.

Saturn sextile, trine Venus: these are the old couoles that you see have been married for like 40 years. This is truly the glue to any relationship. You can have all the top classical placements such as sun/moon, Venus/mars ect but without a strong positive Saturn they are less likely to last for the long run. This aspect isn’t necessarily passion or sexual/romantic attraction like sun/venus or sun/moon combos, it’s more a deep respect for one another. They take eachother very seriously and are focused on how you can grow with eachother. This aspect is probably one of the hardest to leave even over Pluto/Venus aspects. They become so invested in one another that when they split they will never be quite the same. When they get together it almost feels like there’s this karmic contract that’s keeping you guys together. Theirs this deep mutual respect for one another that you can’t find anywhere else. This is the top RIDE OR DIE placement. They are the types to put their everything into keeping this relationship going. The Venus person admires the Saturns commitment and loyalty to them and the Saturn can provide Venus with a type of stability they’ve never experienced in a relationship before. However if this placement isn’t supported by any other strong passion aspects they can end up just staying together out of duty or feeling like they “have too”. They can stay together for years just out of comfort which is something to watch out for. But having this mixed with a good sun/moon, sun/venus or Pluto/venus🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 literally chefs kiss 😩 but without those aspects to support it can dull out very fast.

Venus in their partners 7th house: the Venus person will literally treat the 7th house person like a goddess. I’m not kidding they will kiss the feet they walk on with no hesitation. The Venus person is usually soo into the 7th house person it’s almost like they are in a trance when they come around. (This works best when Venus is the man or more dominant partner and the 7th house is the woman) immediately they see each-other as their ideal type by the way they dress, carry themselves, their humor it all checks out on both sides. The 7th house person usually has the upper hand in this bond and is more the receptive one in this relationship. They feel so loved and appreciated in the presence of the Venus person. However I have seen this be one sided where the 7th house person isn’t digging the Venus as much and kinda takes advantage of them while the Venus is just madly in love:( but for the most part this usually works out beautifully in synastry & they can marry each other very fast. The relationship usually takes off very quick.

5th house synastry: these people are like little kids around each-other 🥺 this synastry can easily heal other parties inner child. You probably never had as much fun or laughed as hard as you did until you met these people. You guys genuinely have so much fun when around each-other. The attraction as well is usually very high and this relationship reminds me of the song “teenage dream” by Katy Perry. This bond feels like an amusement park on a summers night with the people you love. They are the types to always be together & many people are usually envious on how natural it is for you guys to enjoy each-others company so much. If not supported by long term aspects however I notice that these can be pretty short lived. But regardless of it ends fast you will always remember the bond and the passion this relationship provides.

Venus conjunct ascendant: the Venus person views the ascendant person as being so BEAUTIFUL. Physically they are eachothers type! This aspect can be a little surface level and not really as deep as the other ones I discussed but it is very beneficial with attraction. They love how eachother dresses, wears their makeup/hair, they type of perfume and cologne they wear ect. These people also are just aesthetically pleasing to look at when together, their looks just match super well! Could be used to hearing people say “you guys are such a beautiful couple” or “you look good together”. Gives an almost “Barbie and Ken type of looks. Their aesthetics just work very well together. But like I said if not supported by deeper placements it can get pretty surface level and you guys are only really attracted to one another based off appearance.

Jupiter and Venus aspects: just look happy to be together tbh. This is usually a very lucky placement to have in synastry and they can become very wealthy together. Even the more negative aspects can be positive when these planets are mixed. This is because Jupiter and Venus are seen as the luckiest planets so any aspect can be very beneficial. Jupiter = optimism, joy, abundance, expansion & Venus = beauty, love, wealth, aesthetics, food, luxury. Being together feels like you are glowing you just feel more lucky and positive when in each others presence. The only thing to worry about with this is that you guys have a tendency to overindulge around each-other especially with the square and opposition. They can get a little too optimistic with one another and spend too much money on that they don’t have on eachother by going on expensive dates, or traveling or on food. Make sure to not get too excited with that and try to find balance. Too much of a good thing can be detrimental.

Moon conjunct, trine, sextile Venus: such a deep emotional understanding with one another. These are the couples that can talk deeply about anything for hours together and feel safe. Their is this deep sense of vulnerability this bond provides are you feel more comfortable being vulnerable with each other than with anyone else. The moon person feels so safe and heard when they are around Venus and the Venus person feels like the moon can naturally understand their love language like no other. This aspect is just sweetness overload. Not so much sexual but very emotionally driven and romantic. Their emotional natures are very in sync and they can be each-others safe spaces in times of need. They can be very clingy with one another as well because of how comfortable the relationship feels. It’s like a safety blanket for both partners. Beware though of codependency however, I’ve seen a lot of situations where they get so comfortable and close to one another that they can almost neglect other relationships in their life so be careful.

9th house synastry: this one might be a shocker because the 9th house usually isn’t seen as a sexual or romantic house but it usually works well in long term partnerships surprisingly. 9th house is about religious beliefs, morals, what people believe is right or wrong, travel, higher education, luck ect. Couples with a strong 9th house tend to have the same morals as one another and are usually on the same page with a lot of their beliefs whether it’s religious or spiritual. They are able to teach one another a lot of things as well and open each-other up to new ways of thinking and doing things. What they believe in is usually in sync which can create a very long lasting bond where they truly feel heard and understood. Also tend to be very lucky together and attract a lot of opportunities when with eachother (similar to Venus/jupiter). They can be the types to travel a lot together as well♥️

If you guys like this post I will make sure to make a part two soon 🫶🏽 lmk in the comments if you want another one of these.

[matsunoluvr]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ how I think the boys from love and deepspace would give a first kiss :3

warnings: suggestive content (obviously?), writing might be out of character, spoilers in general, i get carried away explaining everything because i'm afraid of being accused of mischaracterisation

[story spoiler] first kiss = first kiss where mc is a hunter/the timeline in game

authors notes: i have favourites and it will show CLEARLY in my writing… sorry (not sorry no1 rafayel stan) and i am a yapper

characters: rafayel, xavier, zayne and sylus

link to my master list here!!

more below the cut :3

sorry rafayel... but i feel like he's the most unskilled at kisses because - hear me out - you're his very first kiss. lemurians as a species seem to value bonds and loyalty, and as the literal sea god he wasn't able to nor wanted to just hook up or mess around - he's looking for devotion!!!

(okay, we ignore the kiss in forgotten sea myth story because like come on there was literally no romance mc was drowning)

definitely waits a while before kissing you, rayafel really takes his time to fall into place. after all, he needs to make sure his beloved bride/groom is well and truly his!!!

the type to wait for the ‘right moment’ - but doesn’t force or stage it ykwim? like the time comes naturally - e.g. watching the sunset, or you’re leaning close to him whilst he’s painting

he’s a romantic 100% like there’s a reason his 'floral promise' card was (imo) way fluffier compared to the others - like xavier's was tender-ish but rafayel was fucking melting

he's a sweet talker I just know it.

that charm he uses on his clients? he doesn't want to nor will he manipulate you with it but you know he's going to ramp up the charm to tease you a little

definitely knows his effect on you and uses it to his full advantage (cough cough fiery undercurrents secret times) like whispering in your ear, making excuses to touch you or get close to you

(i think he’d be more 'traditional' because of lemurian customs - the whole bonding + [forgotten sea spoilers] the sea god ceremony where the mc must devote themselves to rafayel displaying a strong level of devotion)

SUCH A GENTLE KISSER OMG like compared to his almost bratty and childish personality he’s a gentleman when it comes to kisses (also because he's kind of unsure what to do...)

the type to tuck strand of your hair behind your ear, fiddle with it a little maybe twirl it around his finger before trailing a finger along your jawline... i can see him like massaging your ear too? idk how to describe it he's a handsy man

first kiss was definitely more sweet than passionate ugawhriulgs he's such a cutie

right after the first kiss i think he’d be pretty affectionate, rather than bratty/tsundere since for him to kiss someone i believe he’d really need to love them (and therefore is more open to being vulnerable)

affectionate as in saying something cheesy probably, commenting on how you tasted or another one of his poetic, artistic quotes (dw raf we love it)

wouldn't be satisfied with just one after that, i can see him going in for a more passionate second and even a third (i mean look at his 'floral promise' memory OR 'fiery undercurrents') in the same few minutes

these follow up kisses would probably be longer and way less chaste, hands moving from tilting your chin up to your waist ahahahahahuwfa

you'd have to show him the appeal of tongue if that's your thing because he's seen it before but never really saw what was nice about it

"But... you're just drinking each other's saliva?" "Rafayel that's hot-"

definitely relived the moment in his head hundreds of times after that night - and you bet your ass he painted a piece inspired from your first kiss with him

any kisses after that i feel like they would follow this default pattern;

if he initiated the kiss i think he’d be more cocky and teasing, especially if he surprised you with one and he sees your flustered face

“Didn’t expect that huh, cutie?”

if you surprised him, however, get ready for typical rafayel childish behaviour, blushing and averting his eyes, covering his mouth with the back of his hand and a pout

“Hey- what was that for!!” Σ（・□・；）

either way rafayel is the worlds silliest man and would cave into literally anything with just a few kisses from you

ALSO KISS HIS COLLAR BONES AND YOU'VE GOT A WHOLE NEW SCENARIO TO UNFOLD

oh i just have a feeling this man is devouring you because puh-LEASEE?? sir we aren't forgetting your 'tender night' card i know that night was anything but tender

xavier is the definition of pent-up desire because this man has been waiting a LONG time and he's not going to be able to hold back very well

(taking heavy inspiration from his '21 days' memory because with his reaction it kind of feels like his first kiss with mc... but tbh i don't know much about xavi)

he's definitely not shy when it comes down to it, yeah he gets flustered if he thinks about it because of course imagining kissing the person he's pined over for centuries is going to fluster the shit out of him but he doesn't shy away form the idea or avoid the topic in conversation

i feel like he'd bring it up casually - like in the 'partner go go' event (aka heartbreaker-chasing-rhythm-game event) he was so insistent on the 'kissing page'

mc was like "apparently you can solve arguments with a kiss" and this mf straight up said "we can argue then" this man is STARVED

i feel like you'd need to initiate the kiss or give him very clear signs you'd be okay with a kiss for it to happen, i don't know why i just feel like he's that type of person

the first kiss is deep despite him trying his best to hold back - you can just feel his desire and longing oozing out of him and he's definitely on fucking cloud nine

xavier's holding your face and stroking his thumb along your cheek and god damn he's good at kissing where the fuck did he learn this from?

the type to break the kiss and then fucking bulldoze into the next one and my god his restraints have broken and he's actually kissing you as if it's the last thing he's able to do on earth

100% a tongue user he's biting at your bottom lip before slipping it in the sly minx

after the kiss he's more flustered than he expected to be - kissing the love of his life (literally) sends him into a flurry of emotions he's never really experienced before

given how possessive xavier is i wouldn't be surprised if halfway through making out he managed to leave a hickey or two in very. visible. places.

he isn't even pretending to feel guilty in the slightest, a smug grin as he shrugs out a half-assed apology.

"Sorry, I guess you'll have to try hide it. Or don't, that would be easier."

if you leave any marks on him he's not leaving you along that night. forget sleeping you two are recreating 'tender night' ALL night.

but seriously, if you leave hickeys over his neck (his canonical sensitive area and where he feels vulnerable) he's going to go crazy because what do you mean you want everyone to know he's yours??? what do you mean you want him as much as he wants you??

tldr; xavier is unusually talented with his mouth and is desperate to prove it to you.

i accidentally wrote way more for xavier than i expected i even cut out some bits holy crap maybe i’m more into xavi than i thought

oh no... zayne you beautiful man i am so sorry... (here comes the one character i have no idea how to characterise + no clue about his lore zayne fans pls bear with me)

okay - zayne looks like a gentleman and i'm sure he very much is even in intimate moments, but i cannot get rid of the idea that his first kiss w you was lowk spicyyyyy

like OH MY GOD I JUST WATCHED SNOWY SERENITY RN I FUCKIGN KNEW IT

that man was pouncing on you in a hospital bed, dishevelled, and kissing you deep my god like the type of kiss that literally as you forgetting where you are

i feel like zayne would be the one to initiate the kiss, again no idea why maybe i'm falling into the dominant zayne agenda

you're probably surprised when he kisses you because he's usually so composed, the 'cold unfeeling' dr zayne - then suddenly he's panting and pushing himself on top of you (consensually of course), pinning you down and going to town.

when he kisses you i don't think he's much of a lip biter, but if you bite his lips or lick at him or anything he's not opposed, as long as your lips are on his and vice versa

after the first kiss he's going straight into another one, his patience has thinned to the point of snapping and now he just needs you.

his hands what does he do with his hands? i'm thinking the typical otome face hold, gentle grasp juxtaposing his fervent kisses LOL

now, why does he kiss you?? how does this all build up? unfortunately all i can think of to match this scenario is something angsty or something along the lines of zayne has fucking had it and all he wants is you

"I need you... please."

this is the type of kiss where he wants to drown in you, breathe you in and just smother his being into yours to forget and erase whatever else is happening/happened

if he's kissing you and pinning you down and you bring up your hand to interlock fingers with him - your warm hands against his cool hands? wow his kissing is all of a sudden even more passionate.

after the little make out session he's going to go all mushy on you, physical affection of an embrace something uncharacteristic of him to match his dishevelled state

in kisses after the first i like the idea that he checks your pulse mid make-out and just silently smirks/chuckles when he notices it's faster and more erratic than usual

"Why are you nervous, this isn't our first time."

he also has this sneaky habit of whispering incredibly close to your ear, the reason why i choose to point this out it because i feel like sometimes he uses his evol to his advantage to like, breathe out cool air on your neck/ear and likes to watch you shiver

the ultimate dominant figure if you try to kiss him first and take control he somehow manages to overcome you and take the lead without using his strength, just good ol' sweet talking and technique

congratulations, you managed to snatch a kiss from the renown leader sylus!!!

i can see why people would think he's promiscuous or a fuck-boy because honestly i see it, but imo just because he is more flirtatious, assertive and... responsive (try tapping his... crotch... in the café LOL) does NOT = play boy

to me it just shows that - unlike the other LIs - sylus is just more forward with his approach, he has that devil-may-care like feel to him ykwim?

"Do I like you? What type of question is that, isn't it obvious? Or do I need to show you?" is much different to "Hey baby girl lemme rock your world tnite xx"

but just because he's got a 'fuck-all' attitude doesn't mean he fucks around with random people, he's 1. got standards and 2. living in the n109 zone?? do you THINK he can afford to let random people close just to fuck???

that being said i don't think he's a kiss virgin, just very selective and honest man when it comes to love and physical intimacy

now, when i say he isn't a fuckboy, that doesn't mean i don't believe in cocky-smugass-know-it-all sylus - he kisses well. and with PASSION. and probably the worst part is that he knows it.

first kiss with sylus? i can't imagine him making a large fuss about it like rafayel, nor it having to be some "i'm-at-deaths-door-and-need-to-kiss-you-atleast-once" situation like zayne, but no matter where or when you two share a first kiss he is making sure you remember

that being said, there was definitely a LOT of romantic and sexual tension between you and sylus for at least weeks before the kiss, i mean the air was thick with suggestive glances and denial

i think you two'd have to already be in close proximity which is very easy to achieve with sylus (touchiest man award goes to him) for the first kiss to initiate

he's grabbing your waist, or your face, makings sure your eyes are on. him. as you two kiss. watching with delight no matter what reactions you have, he admires you through surprised and flustered to confident and defiant

rather than a tender first kiss it’s probably a full blown make out session, just desire and lust flooding out of the both of you after having built up for over a month.

assertive does not mean he's going to force a kiss on you to clear this up, more that he likes to take the initiative and take control as you two kiss <3

yeah he's into biting (wow what a big shock) - likes biting your ear, or neck, or bottom lip, one time he tried nipping at your tongue too.

you can bite him back, he likes it.

"Hah, looks like someone is baring their claws tonight..." he’s really into that whole cat thing huh.

what does mr sylus do with his hands? waist, hips, ass, around your neck, pulling your face in by squeezing your cheeks, fingers threading through the hair on the back of your head, you name it he does it. again, i think sylus is a touchy man.

he doesn't mind if you try to take control, just dont expect to be successful. different to zayne - as in he will overcome your control with his evol and strength…

inappropriate use of his evol has occurred (he ‘tied’ you up and made out with you (CONSENSUALLY))

after his affinity 15 (i think) memory i can just tell he’s freaky with it bruhhh so yeah handcuffs are probably something he indulges in

if you’re persistent or physically overcome sylus you might get rewarded with a resigned, more submissive sylus

the idea or sight of someone man handling/overcoming his strength really sets him off.. i mean have you seen “no defence zone”?? but you’re really going to need to work to get him to this stage, and he’s going to have to love you

“No one’s ever seen me like this, lying on my back and begging for you.”

secretly finds out through you that he enjoys being dominated (BRAT SYLUS FOR 2024) so climb on top of him and kiss him until he’s blushing and panting hahahahahaha

tldr: sylus isn’t a fuck-boy but he sure kisses like one

AN; as an ao3 writer may say, no beta we die like caleb i wrote half of this when i was half asleep LMAOO anyways i hope this was okay please dont attack me BYE

[emthimofnight]

Name ✨Stellar the Hedgehog✨

Age Varies based on what age I draw her, but let's say 16!

Pronouns She/Her

Basic Description The product of Project Stellar—a secret government operation aiming to perfect Project Shadow—Stellar is a genetic experiment combining the DNA of the Ultimate Life Form and the fastest thing alive. Designed to be a living weapon, Stellar was born in a hidden facility where she would have been raised to be an unstoppable weapon for the military. Thankfully, Shadow the Hedgehog (with help from Rouge the Bat) discovered her existence, destroyed the lab, and rescued her as an infant. Shadow then went on to begrudgingly inform his long-time rival, Sonic the Hedgehog, of their newfound child, seeing as she was technically just as much Sonic's problem as she was Shadow's. From there, the duo (along with help from their friends) raised Stellar as their daughter, sheltering her from the knowledge she was created to be a force of destruction for her masters. Along the way, Sonic and Shadow found themselves truly falling for one another, dissolving the barriers they had placed between one another as rivals, finding new appreciation for each other in their new parental roles.

Stellar herself is a bright, warm-hearted person. She has a strong sense of justice and never shies away from standing up for what is right. She takes after Sonic in personality, always cracking jokes and finding it hard to sit still. Despite this, she inherited Shadow's finesse and ability to plan out her choices, not to mention his abilities to utilize chaos energy. She has a love for figure skating, ballet, and make up (thanks to Auntie Rouge!), but don't let her feminine side fool you, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty! She would love nothing more than to spend her day smashing badniks into the ground with her skates if her dads would let her! Stellar loves both of her parents dearly, but sometimes wishes that they wouldn't be so protective of her. After all, what could they possibly have to be worried about?

Extra ✨Stellar's favorite color is red. ✨Her favorite food is chili dogs. ✨She is bisexual. ✨Her favorite flower is lavender, because it reminds her of home! ✨She learned how to skate from Shadow. ✨She calls Shadow "papa" and Sonic "dad". ✨She desperately wants to make her family and friends proud. ✨Her best friend is Camellia the Cat, the daughter of Blaze and Amy. ✨She loves racing Sonic, but is frustrated he always lets her win. ✨She can be VERY impulsive when angered, much like both of her parents! ✨She is SUPER dense when it comes to romance. She has no idea Camellia has been in love with her since they were little! ✨The inhibitor rings she wears keep her powers under control, but they also prevent her from truly mastering them. ✨Her powers are designed after collapsing stars/black holes. Extremely destructive to both herself and everything around her. ✨She has no awareness to the extent of the latent power inside her.