#also how is it possible that he pouts when he speaks it's not fair

[dalkyum]

I think I love you ♡

[chiscaralight]

cw: shy!choso x reader, prone boning, college au. sukuna and gojo ver linked at the bottom!

college athlete!choso who’s an absolute beast on the field. everyone loves to watch him play, it’s almost like a movie every time he’s out for the game! he’s always ready to charge headfirst when it comes to his sport, and he won’t let anyone take it away from him.

college athlete!choso who doesn’t talk to anyone outside his teammates and a select few. it’s fair anyway, a lot of people only want to speak to him bc he’s deemed important, not like they want to know him.

college athlete!choso who’s also known for his aloof personality. but when you’re partnered up for an essay, you soon realize everyone is painfully wrong.

college athlete!choso who’s the most shy thing ever! it almost breaks your heart how he starts to stutter and avoid your eyes while you work out the details, just humming in agreement and you swear he almost passes out when you ask for his number.

college athlete!choso who’s practically about to fall off the edge of your bed, trying to sit as far away from you as possible. it’s like trying to coax a hostile cat to eat food you brought it, but with the way you’re looking at him, choso is sure he wouldn’t mind you putting him in your mouth just a bit.

college athlete!choso who finally warms up to you after a couple of evenings together. there’s still significant distance between the two of you, both physically and emotionally, but he’s more open now. he can actually hold a conversation with you now, and he thinks you’re the coolest! he can’t get you off his mind at all, whether he’s walking to the field hoping to spot you on his path, or secretly searching for you in this shared class.

college athlete!choso who jerks himself off to the thought of you after practice, making sure the locker room is empty as he moans out your name, wishing it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

college athlete!choso who forgets he’s supposed to meet up with you, cussing himself out when he sees your texts and missed calls. you’re super understanding though, and you tell him to take his time or you can reschedule if it’s better. but he assures you he can be there in less than ten minutes.

college athlete!choso who’s at your door in three minutes, panting and soaked. you can’t tell whether it’s from the shower water or if it’s sweat, but your eyes are more focused on the outline of his exposed arms and damp shirt clinging to his frame. he’s babbling, saying sorry for wasting your time, he ran because he couldn’t find his keys! but his apologies are hitting deaf ears, your mind is definitely on something else. and he notices.

college athlete!choso who’s eyes widen when you pout, shyly asking him to kiss you. this is something you’ve been trying to avoid since the first day he sat in your room, but it’s so hard to hold yourself back when he looks like this!

college athlete!choso who presses his back to the door, holding you in his arms while your tongues tangle. he’s moaning around your tongue, shamelessly feeling you up while you grind your front against his hardening bulge. he’s almost embarrassingly loud, but each sound he makes sends vibrations straight between your legs.

and you’d have to say the same for yourself, fingers dragging down his arms, around his neck, across his chest. but the real kicker is when you softly place your hand against his abs. he’s unconsciously flexing beneath your touch and it draws you in like magic. maybe he’d have good core strength? you’re the one who’s going to put college athlete!choso to the test.

college athlete!choso who passes your test in flying colors, prone boning you with an ease that has you seeing stars. you’re face first in the sheets, cries muffled by the pillow your head rests on while he slams into you like he hates you, much different from the way he asks if you’re okay after a couple of thrusts. you can’t even get your head up! and he’s getting worried but you guide his hand towards your neck, struggling to place your head in the crook of his elbow before telling him to squeeze.

college athlete!choso who gets off on the way your eyes roll back and your voice gets whinier. his hips falter just a bit when you call out his name in that voice, and if not for how good you felt, you would’ve teased him for the way his cock just twitched.

college athlete!choso who can’t face you in class the next day. you’re a little sad when you don’t see him, so you decide to check the field later in the day.

college athlete!choso who freezes up when he sees you waving from the stands. his teammates don’t miss his change in demeanor, and they start to laugh and nudge him in the side, teasing him about the cutie cheering him on from the bleachers.

college athlete!choso who comes up to you during their break, face still blazing hot from the exercise and the memories of you from last night. he says he would have hugged you but he’s insanely sweaty right now. not like you would’ve minded, that sweaty body was all up on yours last night like it was nothing!

college athlete!choso who gives you a nice long kiss before he leaves. trying to drown out the sounds of his team hollering at the two of you from a distance. you break the kiss with a laugh and tell him he can come over later if he wants.

college athlete!choso who forgets his keys and runs all the way to your place for the fourth time this week. he doesn’t mind though, he just thinks of it as prep for the calories he’s about to burn with you in a couple of minutes.

sukuna ver here!

gojo ver here!

geto ver here!

choso pt2 here!

[sanatomis]

⋆.ೃ࿔* ── 𝐃𝐈𝐘-𝐃𝐀𝐃!

it’s career day, and megumi has to bring his dad to school so he can tell the class about his job. the problem? he only has a 20-year-old sorcerer-guardian who has the brain capacity of a walnut.

content. canon divergence (suguru’s alive and studying to be a kindergarten teacher), possible ooc characters, female!reader.

notes. guys i’m a sucker for satoru who really, really tries and isn’t just a goofy man-child ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ also ! thank you all for your patience, it took me a while to finish this piece bc of uni, so i'm vv happy it's finally done <3

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“I don’t have a dad.” 

As cruel as it may be, a part of Megumi hopes that the sentence makes his teacher greatly uncomfortable. Demanding for a father to attend a Career Day at school simply isn’t fair to children without one—or, well, to the child without one. It’s not his fault his father hauled ass and left, so why is she making this so difficult for him? 

“Oh,” she mumbles. It seems his arrow hit the target, as her eyebrows pull together in a frown and she shifts her weight between her feet. “Well, you, uh, have a male guardian, don’t you?”

Megumi grimaces. Instantly, he thinks back to last week. Satoru Gojo, self-proclaimed strongest, had hit his head on a kitchen cabinet. With a dramatic pout and an overexaggerated wobble to his lips, he clung to you for hours. Some affection will make it all better!

Of course, when Megumi criticised his skills surrounding his infinity technique—because, really, how couldn’t it block a simple cabinet—the sorcerer opted to ignore him. He suspects there was some foul play at hand. 

“Barely,” he mutters, as the memory resurfaces. 

His teacher lets out a startled hum. “I’m sorry?”

“Nothing,” Megumi says quickly. He watches as she starts typing on her computer, and the realisation that she’s probably currently taking a look at his file isn’t a particularly welcome one. “What about my other guardian? Can I bring her, instead?”

“This event is geared towards fathers,” she explains. It’s obvious she forgot her reading glasses today, Megumi thinks, as she needs to narrow her eyes to read the screen in front of her. “I have one Satoru Gojo noted down as your male guardian. Surely, he will be able to attend.” 

Megumi pauses. He blinks up at her expressionlessly, and fights off the urge to push his teacher down a well. You often preach about being kind to others, and that wouldn’t be very kind. 

“Can’t I take my oth—”

“I’m afraid not,” she interrupts him before he even gets the sentence out. It irks him. Megumi isn’t fond of speaking to begin with, so when he does, he’d prefer not to be cut off halfway through. “An exception will not be made. Please, make sure to bring Gojo-san to school.” 

Megumi briefly, and for the very first time ever, mourns the fact that you and Satoru weren’t married. A small part of him calls the man a coward for not asking you to. If he’d simply taken the step, then Megumi would be able to pass you off as Gojo-san. Unfortunately, he can’t, and it’s becoming increasingly clear that there’s no way around this problem. 

“Fine,” he grumbles. It takes all of his remaining willpower to not stomp out of the classroom. Once again, he thinks of you. It’d be extremely bad manners. He can’t find it in himself to wish his teacher a nice day this time, though, and so she’ll have to make due with a slightly less polite Megumi for today. 

There’s nothing he can do about it. Satoru will have to come to the school. 

Megumi suddenly despises the idea of Career Day. 

“I need you to come to my school next week.” 

Immediately, all chatter around the dining table stops. For once, Megumi finds himself annoyed at the sudden appearance of silence. Before he said it, he knew his words would most likely have such an effect—he just didn’t expect it to be so instant. 

He tries his best to feign nonchalance, as if the topic that’s coming up didn’t make him feel stressed-out beyond belief. The confused, startled glances you and Satoru share don’t do much to help him, either. Perhaps it’s because Megumi is looking straight at him; him instead of you. Yeah, Satoru, he isn’t a fan of it, either. 

“Me?” The man asks then, and Megumi has to resist the urge to say, ‘no, I meant the snail in the backyard—yes, you,’ in the most sarcastic voice he can muster up. Satoru once again steals a look at you, ever so oblivious to Megumi's mental remarks. “Don’t you mean—” 

“I don’t,” Megumi cuts him off solemnly. His lips are pursed shut, and he pokes the slices of pork belly in his bowl with his chopsticks. One didn’t need to be of particularly high intelligence to notice the boy’s displeasure.  “I have to bring a male figure for Career Day.” 

It’s slow, the morphing of Satoru’s face, but it happens gradually and doesn’t stop until he’s positively beaming. Megumi doesn’t like it one bit. Nothing good happens when he looks like that, and he’s quite sure that all that will spew out of his mouth in a few seconds will be nothing except for pure nonsense. 

“Well, luckily, I will have the day off, then!” Satoru chimes, with a smile so wide it causes two dimples to appear on his cheeks. You copy his smile, and gently go to poke the little dent in his skin—Satoru lets you, as he always does. Megumi would think of it as cute if he weren’t so annoyed. “I will be there.” 

It seems he was right. Satoru’s words are pure nonsense.

“I didn’t tell you when,” he comments dryly. 

The sorcerer blinks. His smile is still on his face, but it’s fading, and the dimples do so with it. Your hand hovers halfway in the air, stuck with nothing to poke, and you slowly bring it back down to your side. It seems neither of you had taken time to think about that small fact—Megumi blames Satoru for dragging you down with him; him and those indentations in his cheek that you always seem to coo over. 

“Oh,” Satoru mumbles. A crease between his brows forms as his brain hurries to catch up with the newfound information. A few seconds pass, and then the previous bravado returns. “Well, it doesn’t matter! I can take the day off. When do you need me? Tell me, and I’ll be there.” 

Megumi very much doubts he can take days off all willy-nilly like that, especially after he pushed his workload onto someone else to attend his science fair last time, but then again, what does he know? If Satoru didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, then Megumi wasn’t about to break his own head doing so, either. 

“Next Friday,” he mumbles. From the tone of his voice, it’s quite clear that he’d rather be saying anything else. “We have to leave at eight a.m., please, be on time.”

“Sure thing!” Satoru chimes, and with that, Megumi thinks the dreaded conversation has finally come to an end. 

All in all—it could’ve gone worse. At least Satoru didn’t prolong it unnecessarily. Nor did he add a bunch of relentless teasing. He glances at the sorcerer. Satoru is happily munching on the dinner you’d prepared, both his cheeks stuffed full with entirely too much rice. It’s unbecoming, and a reflection of his poor manners, Megumi thinks, and he doesn’t understand how you look at the man with such hearts in your eyes. 

Though, your more than adequate cooking seems to have saved him from one of Satoru’s onslaughts. He’s grateful. Even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight in front of him. 

“Hey, ‘toru?” You ask, breaking the silence with a slight hesitation to your voice. It nearly sounds nervous, and both Megumi and Tsumiki look up in alarm. Satoru hums, still chewing away. “What are you going to tell the class?”

Satoru stops eating. His chewing comes to a halt, and his chopsticks freeze in the air. A slice of pork drops from between them, and falls back into his bowl—It’s not hard to see the cogs turning in his head. “Uhm, I. . .” He swallows the food still in his mouth, and clears his throat. 

Right. It’s Career Day—but Satoru can’t tell a bunch of seven to eight-year-olds that he hunts and kills grimy, ugly, and freakishly scary curses for a living, now, can he? Megumi doesn’t think that would go over well with the other parents. The boy sighs. It’s just one thing after another. He grimly believes the world might just be out to get him. 

“I. . .Oh! I can tell them I’m a teacher,” his guardian scrambles for a solution, and Megumi can’t help but think it’s a little lack-lustre. Who would believe that guy is a teacher, anyway? Then again. . .Megumi doesn’t know a better fix for their current problem, either. He was so focused on the fact that it was Satoru that had to come to the school, he all but forgot about the fact that the dear thorn-in-his-side didn’t possess a normal job. “Suguru has told me a thing or two about his internship. I can take inspiration from there.”

Ah, yes. The famed Suguru Geto. Megumi has met him before. He hasn’t actually spoken to him, however. The man often visits, and has twin girls clinging to him when he does, and while Tsumiki seems to really like him—and them—Megumi doesn’t have an interest in seeking out some form of interaction, yet. Whenever he comes over, Megumi opts to hide in his room. Suguru never tries to disturb him, nor does he try to coax him into coming out. He’s very grateful for it. 

So, despite never speaking to him, Megumi knows about Suguru. Well, he knows enough. He knows Suguru went to school with the two of you, and he knows something really, very bad (nearly) happened that caused the man to take a step back from the world you all live in. What exactly happened (or what didn’t happen), Megumi doesn’t know for sure. You and Satoru almost never speak about it, and when you do, it’s in hushed voices—and you always stop immediately when he enters the room. 

But that’s okay. He doesn’t need to know. Suguru doesn’t force himself upon Megumi, and so he will extend him the same courtesy.  “I thought Geto-san wasn’t a teacher, yet?” Tsumiki speaks up from beside him, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “Mimi and Nana said he’s still learning. How can he be teaching, already?” 

“He’s not a teacher, yet, munchkin, well spotted,” Satoru answers with a proud grin. The nickname annoys Megumi—the feeling of irritation has been conditioned into his very being after Satoru chose it as the designated nickname for both of them. “An internship helps him build experience in the field. It means he is still learning, but he will do so while teaching.”

Tsumiki nods in understanding, her mouth opens and her lips curl into a small ‘ah’ as the information settles in. “So, you will pretend to be a teacher, then? At Megumi’s school?”

Satoru bites on his bottom lip, seemingly deep in thought. Seemingly—as Megumi is quite convinced he doesn’t ever think before he speaks. “I think so, yes,” he explains, and unknowingly retorates Megumi’s train of thoughts. How annoying. Satoru looks towards you for approval; it’s something he does very often. “It’s probably the safest route, no?”

“It’s our best option,” you say, and bring a thumb up to the corner of Satoru’s mouth. Gently, you wipe away a grain of rice stuck to his skin. It’s effortless, and nearly automated. Megumi wonders how many times you’ve had to do that. “Pretending to be a teacher shouldn’t be too difficult a task. Right, mochi?”

“Right,” Satoru echoes. His eyes track your every move, and the slight, pink colouring of his cheeks doesn’t seem to embarrass him even a little bit. Megumi thinks it should. Have some decorum. “I can do it, no problem.” 

“Alright then,” you say, and smile. First at Satoru, and then at Megumi. You look at the boy for a few seconds; you’re about to ask him if he’s okay with it. He knows you are, because you always do. “Is that okay for you, Megumi?” It’s like clockwork, almost. 

Megumi feels the need to answer with something snarky. Something akin to the sound of ‘What choice do I have?’ but he doesn’t—because you’re being kind, and you don’t deserve such a response. So, instead he turns towards Satoru.

“. . .Just don’t mess it up.” 

Satoru delivers a whole spiel about how ‘he’d never do that’ and that he’s ‘more than capable’ of telling a little white lie, but Megumi dilutes it to background noise rather quickly. He continues sputtering his nonsense when Megumi and Tsumiki stand up to clear the table, and still hasn’t stopped even when you and him start loading the dishwasher together—Megumi chooses to seek reprieve in his room while he’s distracted. 

It isn’t until many hours later, when Megumi leaves the sanctuary of his room to swipe a quick snack from the kitchen, that he first hears Satoru speak about something other than his great, and very much sufficient, ‘capabilities’. Your voices are muffled, and Megumi has to focus to make out your words. His soft, inaudible padding down the illuminated hallways comes to a halt. As if that would make his ears function better. 

“Are you sure you want to do this, Satoru?”

The boy frowns. With such gentleness in your voice, it’s hard to identify the worry lingering beneath the surface. Megumi moves a bit closer. He stops one step shy of bumping into the wooden surface, and peeks through the groove. The door is ajar—it’s something that allows him to watch how your eyes follow Satoru’s large frame as he paces around the room. It’s strange. Seeing him so. . .frazzled. 

Satoru nods. “I can do this, I know I can,” he says, and quits his pacing to look at you. Megumi can’t see his face, but he can see yours. He might as well not have, though, as he can’t make out the emotion that fills your eyes. It’s not one he himself has in his repertoire, that he knows for sure. “He never asks me for anything, princess. I have to do this right.” 

Ah, this isn’t a conversation Megumi is meant to hear. He should probably seize his eavesdropping, he thinks, and winces a little when he properly analyses Satoru’s words. They’re truthful. Megumi doesn’t go to him when he needs something. His first thought is to go to you—and his second, Tsumiki. And if he’s being honest anyway, his third thought very likely isn’t Satoru, either; He’d try to solve it on his own if it came down to it. Megumi frowns again. He doesn’t like how that realisation makes him feel. 

A careful shuffle of footsteps breaks him free from his thoughts. Megumi looks up, and catches how you place a hand on Satoru’s cheek. “I’m sure you’ll do great, baby,” you mumble. There’s a small, soft smile on your lips, one that quickly makes way for the peck Satoru places upon them. 

“Thank you,” Satoru whispers. One of his hands reaches for yours, and Megumi suddenly feels as if he’s intruding on something when the man brings them up to his lips to press a tender kiss to them. Okay, no, definitely intruding—ew. 

The boy scrunches his nose up in disgust, and hurriedly darts back towards his room. Suddenly, he has lost his appetite for a late-evening snack. Megumi lets out a deep sigh once he’s all tucked into his sheets again. Perhaps giving Satoru a shot wouldn’t be that big of a problem. Just one, though.

. . .Yeah, just one should be enough.

It’s the final, conclusive thought Megumi has before dozing off to sleep. Blissfully unaware of the conversation you and Satoru share—now behind a very closed door.

You stifle a giggle. The disappearance of Megumi’s presence outside your bedroom was quick and rampant as soon as Satoru started to kiss your hands. Something the sorcerer did very deliberately. It’s as if the boy suddenly forgot about the very special, very effective pair of eyes his guardian possesses. And with a cursed energy output such as Megumi’s, it would be hard not to recognise his presence.

“You did that on purpose,” you comment. “How cruel of you, mochi.”

Satoru hums, and kisses the inside of your wrist. “Maybe, the little brat shouldn’t eavesdrop, then,” he defends himself. There isn’t an inkling of guilt to be seen on his pretty face.

. . .Though, both of you still take some extra care to shut the door next time.

Megumi faithfully believes that, as of today, he has used-up all of his luck for the next five, no, ten years. It can only go downhill from here. For some inexplicable, mind-boggling reason—Satoru is actually pulling this off. That’s not all; he’s not merely winging it, he’s genuinely doing well. The boy can’t quite believe his eyes.

When he’d walked to the front with such an overexaggerated pep in his step, and an overabundance of bravado rolling off of him in waves—Megumi couldn’t help but watch on with a grim look, and a healthy dose of negative thoughts. It only amplified the nerves he’d collected so far during the walk to school. Somehow, watching Satoru give your flashcards a frantic do-over did very little to ease his bubbling anxiety.

There were many of them, flashcards that is. All possible questions his peers or his teacher could ever think of are written on those little pieces of cardboard. Courtesy of you, and your boyfriend. Megumi’s able to recall all those nights the two of you spend at the kitchen table—practising. He thought it was silly at the time.

But, as it turns out, it works.

Satoru is fun. To other people; Megumi doesn’t share the sentiment. Against all odds, he’s dynamic, and speaks with conviction. His flamboyant hand gestures have others think of them as amusing—captivating, even. Satoru is talking, and they’re all hanging onto his every word. No matter the fact that they’re all cleverly disguised lies.

Megumi can’t wrap his head around it. He doesn’t need to, however. If anything, he’s relieved that his peers think of his guardian as cool. While he certainly does not share the opinion, he isn’t too dense to admit that such a belief will save him a lot of embarrassment in the future. So, for this one, single day, he will let Satoru Gojo be cool. His snarky comments can resume tomorrow.

“Ah, it seems you have a deep love for your profession, Gojo-san,” his teacher says. She interrupts Satoru’s rant, and catches his attention as well as Megumi’s. Her voice is light and airy, and carries nothing that should cause him to fear the worst. Still, the boy feels on edge. “Though, I don’t remember the grade you are teaching. Could you tell us, again?”

Ah, and there it goes. The very first card in the elaborately built castle of lies.

Satoru pauses. A second passes, and then two, and three, and so on. He doesn’t speak for a good thirty, and Megumi can nearly see his mind leaf through his beloved flashcards—flashcards that are now neatly tucked into his pockets and entirely out of reach. That’s good. Because the absolute last thing Satoru should do now, is resort back to the flashcards.

Megumi shakes his head no as a signal.

“Ah,” Satoru says. “I teach kindergarten.”

Satoru didn’t catch the hint. Megumi wishes the ground would swallow him up. It would have been the correct answer—it is the answer that’s written on the flashcards—if Satoru hadn’t decided to go off route. Getting too caught up in the story he’d been free-writing, and allowing himself to get carried away by the looks of awe is resulting in his downfall, which, consecutively, will end with Megumi’s downfall, as well.

“Huh? But! What about the science experiment that exploded?” One of the children in his class whines. “I didn’t get to do that in kindergarten!”

“And the backflip you taught your students!”

“What about the first prize in the talent show? I thought your students were famous!”

The little bit of colour that normally resides in Satoru’s face steadily disappears, and he clenches his fist at his side. Ah, it’s great to know he’s at least aware of his mistake. That won’t help either of them at the moment, though. Megumi’s eyebrows furrow, and a feeling of distress overtakes him. It shows on his face. He doesn’t exactly go through the trouble of trying to hide it—there are bigger problems right now.

How utterly humiliating to be caught lying.

Satoru’s eyes find him. They’re just as troubled as his own. It worsens his anxiety.

“Oh, uhm, you see. . .” Satoru stammers, and Megumi’s stomach churns when the children around them continue to ask more and more questions. The wince his guardian lets out does little to soothe him. Megumi sighs, and looks at the ground. “Ah, I see. It seems you guys saw right through me.”

Megumi slides down in his seat. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, the ground would absorb him. It’s currently looking like a preferable fate.

“. . .I’m actually a detective.”

Oh, Jesus Christ.

“And. . .And for a detective, it’s very important to listen to what people say, because they could be lying!”

It’s a sad, pathetic excuse for a save. Megumi briefly ponders the distance between his seat and the door. Perhaps he could make a run for it. The subway station is very close by—getting on and travelling to an entirely new city to start a new life doesn’t seem like such a bad option. He sighs. No, that’s not possible. You and Tsumiki would be very worried. What else is there to do, though?

“You all picked up on my lie, which tells me every single one of you could make a great detective in the future.”

Megumi thinks Satoru might have some underlying mental problems. Though, they can’t possibly be as severe as the problems his classmates have—for they all believe the nonsense he’s giving them. Bright eyes, filled with hope and admiration, stare up at the man at the front of the class; impressed hums and entertained smiles get passed between the parents standing at the edge of the room. And Satoru, well, he seems entirely too proud of the fact that he made a bunch of children think they’re destined for a career in law enforcement. But, be that as it may, it works.

The children stir up unrest—the good kind this time, the kind that vocalises their excitement—and all rush to ask the detective a question. But, before they can even open their mouths, Satoru claps his hands together. It seems he has decided enough is enough, and it’s one of those very rare moments where Megumi agrees with him. The boy needs this to be over already.

“Alright, that’s it for today,” Satoru says, and feigns disappointment. He pretends to be affected by the sad groans of the children—keyword being pretend, as to the trained eye it’s quite clear that he wishes to leave. “I’m not allowed to tell you more.”

Ah, see, now that’s a good card.

“Wait, but, what about. . .”

“Ah, sorry, that’s confidential. Detective stuff, y’know?”

Confidential. Megumi thinks that might just be his new favourite word. The lingering feeling of anxiety slowly starts to subside with every step Satoru takes towards the back of the room—to the back, and away from the spotlight. His eyes follow the man’s large frame, but Satoru never chooses to look at him in return. His line of sight is firmly focused on the floor. It confuses Megumi, but he chalks it up to a mere whim.

All things considered (and minus the near cardiac arrest he went through), today went pretty well, after all. Much to his surprise.

Perhaps Megumi doesn’t hate Career Day. A strong dislike is more like it.

Megumi can’t count the times he wished for Satoru to be quiet. The exact number is much like the digits of Pi—huge, and absolutely never-ending. He can, however, count the times he didn’t wish for him to be quiet. As of today, that stands at a very solid one.

The birds around them chirp, and the bustle of other people is heard all around them—but they’re the only sounds gracing his ears. There is none of Satoru’s incessant chatter, nor is there even a glimmer of gloating about a job well-done. It’s eerily silent, and Megumi isn’t sure what to make of it. This isn’t quite how he imagined the walk home to go. Far from it, if he’s being honest.

“What’s up with you?”

It’s possibly the first time Megumi decides to break the silence, ever. The boy frowns, and fiddles with the straps of his backpack. There isn’t a middle-ground with Satoru, he has found out. Either he speaks entirely too much, or unnervingly little. There’s a tiny pebble in his path, and Megumi feels the need to kick it forward—so he does.

“I kind of messed up there, huh?”

The kick doesn’t have nearly enough force to it. Megumi watches as the little rock skips forward. Once, twice, and then it comes to a standstill again. “Yeah, kind of,” he agrees.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru rushes out. It’s said so fast, as if it physically pains him to say it. Perhaps it does. It’s sincere, however. There isn’t even a hint of a joke to be found. Something must be bothering him. “It didn’t go how I wanted it to go, and I don’t know why I went astray, and forgot about the cards. It—well, it was pretty stupid.”

Megumi doesn’t exactly feel the need to deny it.

“So, I get it, okay?” He continues, seeing the boy’s silence as an empty space for more conversation—more rambling. Since that’s what it is; rambles, plain and simple. Megumi doesn’t see the need for such a fuss. “I shouldn’t have strayed from the plan, and. . .”

“It’s fine.”

Satoru blinks at him. “What?”

“I said it’s fine,” Megumi repeats. Because it really is fine. Admittedly, it wasn’t smart of Satoru to all but discard your carefully planned presentation, but it ended well enough regardless. No harm, no foul. “Thank you for coming.”

That small, short sentence is enough to stop Satoru in his tracks. Megumi doesn’t, however. The man is very tall, he’s sure to catch up in a jiffy; he doesn’t need him to wait. There’s another small silence, though this one feels a lot more comfortable than the last. Satoru takes his time to process, and Megumi lets him.

“W—What?” The sorcerer stammers in shock. There is no need for Megumi to turn around and see—he can hear the smile curling onto his lips. “Did you just. . .”

“I won’t say it again,” Megumi grumbles definitively, and picks up his pace. The very tips of his ears heat up, and the apples of his cheeks turn red. The feeling of embarrassment. This wasn’t exactly how he’d envisioned it to appear when the day started.

Satoru attempts to run after him, to catch up. “Megumi!” He calls out, the very prominent, very familiar whiney lilt now back in his voice. Megumi didn’t miss it. “Wait for me, I didn’t hear you! Could you repeat that?”

“Yes, you did!” Megumi says, and throws him an annoyed glance from over his shoulder. He tightens his hold on the straps of his backpack. “Stop lying.”

“Nuh uh!”

“What are you? Six?”

Satoru’s toothy grin is infuriating. But—it’s familiar. And Megumi discovers he’s much more at ease when that grin is on display, than when the man in question is moping around. It’s a lot less alarming.

“And a half,” Satoru adds.

The scowl that’s on Megumi’s face appears almost instantly when he goes to ruffle his hair. For a man whose technique largely surrounds being untouchable, he has a surprising lack of awareness concerning this thing called personal space.

“Ugh,” Megumi groans, and pushes him off. It doesn’t work. Satoru gravitates towards him again—almost as if he’s a magnet. He doesn’t attempt to move a second time. In moments like these, it’s best to let Satoru get it all out of his system. “You’re so stupid.”

It’s true. He does think Satoru is stupid, but he can’t deny it—Satoru tried his very best today, and in the days prior. Which makes him one of the very small, barely existent group of people who have done so for him.

It seems one shot was enough, after all.

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[crypticminx]

nate w reader that has baby fever

Hi anon, this was fun lovey xx

Baby Fever with Nate Jacobs

Slight breeding kink mentioned but not rlly, ditzy reader, Nate being reasonable??

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“Nate”

“No.”

“But Nate—“

“Y/n, please.”

You stare at your now provoked boyfriend, who is frustratingly trying to get through his school work. He’s sat at his desk, his books messily sprawled across the surface of the smooth wood, textbook open and notebook filled with neat handwriting as he burns through each question. By this point, his mind is eagerly fighting to stay focused, but as long as you’re there in his bed beside him, he knows he won’t finish.

“Nate!” You yell again, this time biting your tongue from laughter as you can see his face grow red with tension.

“Y/n, I said no,” he runs his fingers through his hair, feeling like he can’t keep up with neither you or his homework. Defeat wasn’t an easy solution for him.

“But whyyy,” you whine as you turn off your phone and lay on your chest, your legs happily kicking away. Dressed in nothing but Nate’s oversized sweater and some knee high socks, he would be an absolute liar if he didn’t find you so desirably hot in this very moment.

But he also found the strength to maintain his composure with what little self respect he had for himself.

“Because we’re too young to have a fucking baby,” he sighs, stopping himself from raising his voice at you without the further intent of making you feel like you’ve done something wrong.

It doesn’t phase you though.

You roll your eyes, exaggerating the size of them as you huff in annoyance of your boyfriend being extremely noncompliant with your needy request.

In all fairness, it wasn’t your fault.

You were cute. Nate was really fucking cute. Thus, the rash realization that the two of you would definitely make cute babies.

“Okay so not now…,” you speak to him as if you’re trying to trick him. The way your voice trails with giddiness sets him to believe that whatever you’re conspiring isn’t going to be reasonable or ideally realistic.

He stares at you with a blank expression, his eyes don’t flash their usual sparkle and he seems rather unimpressed by how good you are at making him feel irked.

“Sooooo what about tomorrow?”

He slams his textbook down, the noise is loud and almost thunderous as you slightly jolt. Your smile fades as you can see he might actually be upset, but it didn’t make sense.

When the two of you got down to business, he praised you. He acted like he worshiped the very ground you walked on and treated you like a princess. He’d whisper things to you—very private, sentimental statements that made your heart flutter with an overwhelming sense of pride.

And now he was mad at you?

You cross your arms, trying not to let out all the steam burried inside your frustrations as he was quick to apologize.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead as he took a seat next to you. He ran his fingers down your bare thigh, the smooth motion of his hands were enough to make you feel relaxed again, but he wasn’t off the hook.

“If you’re so sorry, why can’t you give me a baby…” you pout, tossing him a big frown that almost made him feel sorry for you.

He doesn’t know how to explain it, it seems you’re too cooped up in your own little fantasy world where having baby isn’t unrealistic and wouldn’t be a huge deal.

“Y/n,” he carefully plays with your hair, pushing a loose strand behind your ear to see the full extent of your face on display, however, you didn’t seem happy. “We’re in high school, how are we going to juggle having a baby?”

“Ugh,” you push him away, playfully of course, “don’t give me that talk, Nate.”

He shrugs his shoulders, letting his mind trail to the possibilities of getting you pregnant. and in all honesty, it didn’t seem too bad. He always wanted a child, but the timing and the moment just didn’t match up with that idea.

It would cause havoc, with both your family and his. He had no doubt about that as he could hear his fathers aggravating voice shout in his head, telling him how much of an awful father he would turn out to be. That alone was offputting.

“Don’t you wanna cum in me?”

And there you were, edging him with that soft voice of yours that knew how to get him riled up with heat. You bat your eyelashes, titling your head with a devious grin.

“Fill me up with your baby? I know you want to….Nate.” The words roll off your toungue as he fails to keep himself from melting away. He wants nothing more than to make you his—but would he ruin his life just to give you something that you want?

That would be something the two of you would find out—in a few months time.

[beastszai]

mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33

YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*

✦ Dazai with an immature S/O ✦

♫ Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun

✧ warnings : gn reader・ bad writing・slight hint at suggestive jokes・dazai being dazai (what else is new)・crack?・fluff??? (what the fuck is this help…)

✧ summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin

w/c : 1K-ish

Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headaches…

…though it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.

Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable

Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST

His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida

Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.

Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be

With his way of wording things and your humor combined, it’s impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things

“Dazai can you over real quick—” “I’m coming!” “…….that’s what she said LMFAOOOO”

A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting

Dazai is silly, so it’s only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o

…Today was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia… no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourself—and slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier cases—was to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agency’s office was killing you anyways…

You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ‘nothing but trouble™’.

Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words ‘I’m bored’ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikida’s desk.

“Heeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-”

“Get the hell back to work, Dazai.”

The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.

“…You too, y/n.”

He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida today—or literally any other day.

Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.

“Oh? You knew origami and didn’t tell me? Wow, ‘samu, can’t believe you’ve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!” You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairs’ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, “Oh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazai’s ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyouka’s interest—along with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.

You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes he’d made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.

“Goddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourself…” You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.

It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face him—arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.

“Dazai. Y/n. May I ask what you’re doing? It’s not work as far as I’m concerned.”

Kunikida’s tone was surprisingly calm… the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikida’s presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.

“Entertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?”

Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at it’s contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was… While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.

“Dazai… have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?” Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.

“Hmm? Oh, no not really! What’re they fo—”

“They’re all boss’ notes and reports…”

You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawa’s signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.

“Handwritten notes and reports.”

All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.

“Those are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazai’s desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barely—almost never works… Just thought I’d let you know.”

A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafening…

“…Wow, nice work, detective Dazai Osamu…” You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bella…”

Dazai gave you a dramatic ‘hmph!’ and awkwardly turned to Kunikida—who was practically shaking in fury—with a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.

“Nowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-”

“…DazaaAAAIIII—!!!”

p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kids…

[mxr1na]

🌞⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹Sunburnt- Satoru Gojo x !black reader🌞⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

A/N: Just felt like writing something :3

Sypnosis: The strongest always has his infinity up, but didn't realise a potential threat to himself was imminent in his everyday life

Warning: None, unless if you don't like black y/n. Then you're the Trigger warning 😨😨

546 words~

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"You have got to be kidding me," your boyfriend groans as you apply sunscreen on his hot back and face.

You both decided to go on a short vacation to Okinawa together, since you both had a free window.

"I warned you to put on sunscreen, but noooo, you had your infinity, you said. The sun won't affect you, you said," You smirk.

Satoru turns to you and pouts.

"Yeah, yeah I know, stop bullying me. Ugh, it's no fair, why do you look drop dead gorgeous in the sun and aren't a victim of the sun like I am?" He traces over your arm, which, in his eyes, glowed against the sunrays. "I look and feel like a burnt hotdog,"

"First of all, you have the intelligence of a burnt hotdog. Second, I am a potential victim of the sun, I can actually still get sunburnt, and skin cancer," You were about to go on a tangent on how its very important for people of colour to also be cautious in the sun, but Toru just mimics you in a nerdy voice that all of us are all too familiar with.

"Shut up, will ya' Toru?" You push him out of your lap, and he pretends to fall face first into the sand. Your white haired freak looks at you, with a very unappealing sand mask on his face.

"How, dare you? Turning away your boyfriend in his most vulnerable moments? Do you even love me anymore?!"

You smear some sunscreen on his face, the gross mixture caking half of his face, and begin to run towards the ocean.

"Hey! Get your ass back here!" The supposedly 'strongest' sorcerer chases after you, in an attempt to make you atone for the sins you committed.

Unfortunately, you didn't get very far, soon enough, he reached you in the water, picked you up, and like the gentleman he is, drops you back into the blue sea.

After playing like two children (And getting some looks from other young adults that clearly never properly lived once) you both get out of the water, shivering from the cold, and sit at the coast.

"You know," Gojo says beside you, flicking away some stray sand grains.

"I wasn't lying earlier, you do look absolutely stunning in the sun," He turns and kisses you.

"The way your skin shimmers like glitter, you look like a goddess," His voice is earnest, like he's speaking with his full heart, and then some.

The only reply you could produce that moment was your head nodding slightly to the side.

"What? Can I not compliment you once in a while?"

"Oh, no, you should definitely do that more, it strokes my ego in ways I didn't know were possible. You're, just, sweet when you aren't acting like a kid all the time,"

"Hey! I can be a sweet and ego stroking boyfriend whenever I want!"

"Yeah, well promise me, you'll just stay as you are, no matter if you're blue, yellow, or a certain sunburnt red,"

He somehow gets redder.

"I hate you,"

"You love me,"

You lean him in for a kiss again, as the sun begins to set.

Even though he didn't say it, he promises he won't change at bit.

For you.

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Mxr1na 2024. Do NOT copy, rewrite or claim work as your own. If you see my work elsewhere, please send an ask :3

[princessbrunette]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever done this before but during season 1 when jb is going through that whole thing with his dad what’s pups reaction? Also when jb finds his dad and refuses to believe his dad is an asshole, how does pup react to that as well? Sorry if this is too much

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poor pup, you obviously don’t understand to the full extent what’s going on because he tries to keep you out of as much of it as possible but you try and be there for him when he needs it. he knows you need a lot of attention, it’s how you got your ‘puppy’ nickname in the first place — but during this time when he’s constantly jetting off on impromptu missions with the pogues, more than anything he appreciates you being understanding and letting him go with little complaint.

it doesn’t mean you don’t get sad or scared, and this definitely doesn’t mean he doesn’t acknowledge it. before he runs off, he usually remembers to approach you first with an urgent expression — his hands on your cheeks and his eyes wide. “look, i know i’ve been an asshole okay? i haven’t been here and that’s not fair on you. i take full accountability for that and— and you have been amazing. but i really gotta do this, and… i don’t know if i’m gonna be home tonight. there’s this thing up in charleston and—”

“s’okay john b. i understand. go find your dad, ‘kay? wanna meet him.” you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. he melts instantly, pressing his mouth to yours and stroking your cheeks.

“you’re the best, okay? i love you. so much. i’m sorry, yeah? i love you.” he calls as he backs up, running to the twinkie with the rest of the pogues in tow, who were waiting nearby for him to say goodbye. as jj passes, he ruffles your head, sending you back a pleased smile.

“you a good doggy.” he muses in that southern jokey drawl that makes you smile.

when john b is gone for days at a time with a dead phone, he feels terrible. atleast when the police ask you if you’d seen him you don’t have to lie, shaking your head sadly and telling them you don’t know where he is. you keep things clean at the chateau, look after the chickens when he’s gone. there’s points when you’re not sure if he’s ever coming back, but you know he’d never do that to you.

he arrives home one day in the middle of the night, surprised to find you still there loyally— curled up on the couch clutching his sweatshirt. you look all puffy, like you’d been crying — but now, you were peacefully asleep.

“hey, i’m home puppy, daddies home.” he whispers and you’re up in an instant, groggily wrapping your arms around his neck, sniffling.

he loves that you never doubted his father being alive, making you the only person to consistently believe in him. when any of the pogues would doubt him, he’d instantly be reassured by your furrowed brows, a confused expression. because why wouldn’t he be alive? if he left all those clues, and john b said so — it had to be true?

down the line, when you finally meet his father — he’s not all what he was cut out to be. john b was always in charge, always strong— but with big john routledge around, who was always bossing him about and making him do things he didn’t wanna do, he made jb more vulnerable and not in a good way. he also wouldn’t let you come along, stealing you away from your boyfriend because he didn’t fully trust you.

“i mean, c’mon son you really trust that scrappy lil’ girl? she don’t know right from left, she ain’t comin’ alright? end of. she’d only slow you down.” the man speaks, unknown to the fact you were listening in on the conversation with a tearful pout, one room over.

“you watch your mouth about her.” john b gets in his face but the old man old scoffs, moving him aside.

“yeah, yeah. save the drama for your girl. look, you wanna be the kinda man that gets his girlfriend shot because she can’t think for herself in a think-fast situation? or you wanna be the kinda man that brings her a fuck load of gold n’makes her rich. up to you, boy.” he busies himself with readying his backpack— heading to the door.

when john b finds you, looking guilty in his cap and printed shirt, a look you’d usually wanna be all over if you weren’t so upset — he cups your face, realising you must’ve heard everything.

“look, he’s just… stressed about the gold, okay he— he—”

“i don’t like him, john b.” your lip wobbles, petty and upset from his slander. he sighs, displeased.

“i know, okay. i don’t blame you. but… this is my dad, pup. i can’t please everyone. i just need you to be patient.”

“i have been patient.” he sob, and he pulls you into his chest, shocked because he’s never seen you this upset. “i have—”

“i know, hey, i know. i’m so sorry, baby. gonna figure this whole thing out and come home to you, and when i do — i’m cutting him off okay? unless he apologises, he’s not allowed to be around you anymore.” he promises sincerely and you just nod. you look so tired, tired of everything and his heart sinks.

“okay.”

when he arrives to the twinkie, climbing in the passenger seat he’s furious. so furious he can’t say a word as his father pulls the car out the makeshift drive as john b watches you through the window, curling up miserably on the couch like a sad old dog waiting for death.

“i hope you’re happy.” john b spits. his father barely reacts.

“i will be, once i got a fat golden nugget sittin’ in my palm. you’ll thank me for this one day, john b.”

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[recreationalfanfics]

Tengen with a Tamaranean! Reader

Fandoms: DC, Demon Slayer

A/N: YEAH, NO, MY BRAIN HAS BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS. If you don't know what Tamaraneans are; they are an alien race in DC comics that Starfire comes from. Obv a Tamaranean would be too OP in Demon Slayer. ANOTHER GREAT THING ABOUT TAMARANEANS IS THAT POLY RELATIONSHIPS ARE NORMALIZED

Warning: Reader kisses characters out of nowhere (this is because Tamaraneans CAN speak other languages but they have to kiss someone in order to do it)

- NAH, BRO, HE AND HIS WIVES ARE INSTANTLY IN LOVE AND YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

- THE WAY YOUR HAIR SETS ON FIRE!? AMAZING. THE BEAUTIFUL GLOWING AND CALM AURA AROUND YOU!? IMMACULATE. YOUR STRENGTH AND KIND HEARTED NATURE!? FLASHY.

- He was probably fight a demon and you had just crash landed on Earth and while you had no idea what was going on, you stepped in when you saw the large and ferocious demon looming over him and used one of your star bolts.

- To be honest, I honestly think Tengen wouldn't think too much about aliens (my guy is wearing crystals) probably thought you were a demon at first but then you smiled at him and his brain went blank. Yeah, no, definetly not a demon.

- HIS WIVES CATCH UP, THEY'RE CONFUSED ABOUT WHO YOU ARE but are very fascinated by you. But then when they ask you questions, you can't understand them and you try to signal that to them with your hands but then you sighs and kiss the nearest one.

- That one happened to be Suma and she was shocked and when you pulled away, her face was beat red and she looked like she was about to faint. EVERYONE ELSE WAS BAFFLED BECAUSE THIS HAPPENS IN THE SPAN OF, LIKE, 30 MINUTES.

- "I'm sorry about that, I couldn't understand you before and I could not speak your language. My people overcome that obstacle through lip contact, I hope you understand."

- And they just accept it tbh. You seem very earnest and noble and you did save Tengen's life.

- NO BECAUSE YOU STAYING WITH THEM AND HELPING WITH CHORES. Lifting Hina up when things are too high for her to reach so she doesn't have to deal with smug Tengen, Holding Suma because you're so warm and your arms feel so strong and safe when she gets a bit too hysterical, and Makio getting all flustered when you tell her how beautiful she is when she's angry and she reminded you of a fierce war queen.

- TENGEN LITERALLY THINKS EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FLASHY. The way you can lift up all three of his wives and HIM with ease, the way you fly around with such joy and look so angelic as you do so, and how you try to support his fellow Hashira against demons and is always impressed by your strength in battle.

- BRO, IN ALL FAIRNESS, They were hesitant to confess to you because yeah, you were kinda flirty and free in your own sense due to the nature of your people, but then when they ask about polygamy and stuff and you tell them that it's not uncommon on your planet and that you wish to find your love or lovers, then they all perk up and bring up the idea of you becoming their partner.

- AND OF COURSE YOU ACCEPT. They have been nothing but kind and gracious to you and it didn't hurt that they were all so attractive.

- At night, they all definetly cuddle as close as possible to you because of how warm you are so you often times have to be in the middle (Tengen and/or Suma are the blanket stealers, I know it-)

- Your people are very affectionate so sometimes your lips might heat up during kisses and leave light burn marks on their skin. You apologize as Makio just pouts and gives you the silent treatment, Tengen is just smirking because tbh it's kinda hot to him, and Suma is a flustered mess along with Hinatsuru whose currently helping apply ointment.

- But yeah, no, Tengen would be showing you off all the time and ALSO, THE EGO BOOST HE'D GET WOULD BE INSANE BECAUSE HE'S LIKE: "DO YOU SEE THIS!? I HAVE FOUR WIVES, ONE OF WHICH IS AN ALIEN WHO CAN EFFORTLESSLY KILL DEMONS." to anyone who'd be listening.

[ladylilithprime]

24 + 58, whatever configuration of Sam, Dean, and Castiel being involved in the mess you like

24: Soulmate AU

58: Accidental Eavesdropping  

AND HERE I thought angels didn't have soulmates!"

That was Dean's voice, tense and biting. Sam felt the urge to cringe away from the tone if not the words and made himself be still to avoid drawing attention. When his brother was in a mood to use that tone of voice, no attention was good attention.

"Normally we do not," came the response, predictably in Castiel's voice, though the angel (former angel? Angel once removed?) sounded far more frustrated than Sam had ever heard him. "We are also not usually human while still retaining our memories as an angel. My situation is, once again, unprecedented."

"And you're sure it's not Jimmy's soulmark?" Dean pressed. "Or, hell, a tattoo he might've gotten before you took up residence?"

"Jimmy's soulmark disappeared from this body when he was Reaped during the Apocalypse," Castiel huffed. "And he did not have any tattoos. Nor did this mark appear until after Metatron precipitated my Fall!"

Well, that definitely sounded like it was a soulmark.

Apparently Dean agreed, because he changed his approach a bit. "So why come to me? I'm no good at this kinda touchy feely crap; that's more Sam's wheelhouse than mine."

Rude. Accurate, probably, but still! Sam was ready to just keep pretending to be asleep now just to force Dean to man up and deal with the emotions for once, except he didn't think that would be fair to Castiel to make him flounder just because he had gone to Dean first.

"Dean, please at least attempt to have some compassion," Castiel snapped. Actually snapped! Stunned as he was, Sam almost missed the rustle of fabric before the former angel growled, "Look!"

There was a heavy silence that lasted for six of Sam's heartbeats - not that he was counting - before Dean mumbled, "Oh." And then, "Shit."

"Exactly," Castiel agreed in grim tones, leaving Sam even more confused than before.

"But I thought he had--"

"A ploy on the part of Azazel's agent," came the almost nonsensical reply. "But you see why I chose to speak to you about this, despite your ineptitude."

"Hey!" And there was Dean's offended, audible pout, because God possibly literally forbid that anyone point out Dean's emotional constipation besides Dean himself, and that was almost enough to distract Sam from--

"He still mourns her, even nearly a decade since losing her," Castiel said, sober and quiet and agonized. "It would be the height of cruelty to show him proof that it was all a fabrication of Hell, especially when I have no proof that the mark will remain when I am able to reclaim my Grace."

"So what, you plan to just.... keep it covered and never make skin contact with Sammy while living here with him?" Dean demanded, sounding angry again. To be fair, Sam was starting to feel a bit angry himself, because what the hell, Cas? Even with the unfortunate (heartwrenching) truth that Castiel having Sam's soulmark implied about his bond with Jess, that wasn't something you just hid from someone you lived with whom you also claimed to be a friend!

"I have no intention of hiding it, or of avoiding Sam!" Castiel growled back, and suddenly Sam was battling down a very different sort of flush of heat, because that tone was doing things to him. "I was hoping, perhaps erroneously, that you would have insight into how to break it to him gently that his true soulmate is not only a former angel who may one day soon cease being human and thus no longer have a soul, but also one who has previously betrayed him heinously and would completely understand if he would rather have nothing to do with me than be bound to me for all eternity!"

"Well if you're going for gentle," Sam found himself saying into the silence, carefully sitting up from the couch and peering over the back at his brother and, apparently, his soulmate, "maybe don't have a loud argument three feet from my head while I'm trying to nap?"

"Sam," Castiel breathed, eyes wide even with the painfully pronounced bags under them from lack of sleep, before shooting a panicked look in Dean's direction.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean said, his voice higher than usual and looking torn between caught out and gleeful. "So, uh... you heard--"

"Most of it," Sam broke in, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. "And I'm still tired, so having any deeply emotional conversations should probably wait until we're all better rested."

He got up, prying himself away from the comfortable warmth of the couch by reminding himself that it was only warm because of his body heat and that his bed would be more warm and comfortable. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and took Castiel's hand, stroking his thumb over the skin as the former angel's breath caught and Sam felt the tingle of the gray and black feather on the inside of his left arm presumably filling with true color for the first time.

"Just so there's no misunderstanding, now or later," Sam murmured, looking down into celestial blue eyes, "Eternity with you sounds a lot better than the rest of my life without you. So don't run away on me, okay?"

"Okay, Sam," Castiel murmured, staring up at him in wonder even as their hands shifted, fingers entwining.

"And if that's at least temporarily settled," Dean said, throwing up his hands, "I say you two go get a room and we all go get more sleep!"

"That," Castiel said dryly, "is the first useful suggestion you have had this entire conversation."

[amberjazmyn]

deja vu🫶

pairing : mick schumacher x older sister schumacher!fem reader

summary : leona schumacher, older sister of f1 driver mick schumacher was a paramedic in the military. three years later, she decides to retire and surprise her younger brother giving him a sense of deja vu.

warnings : military homecoming, younger brother x mick, happy tears, a flashback or two, a swear word or two

a/n : as you should know by now, military homecomings are some of my favourite topics to write fanfic about as well as to read. and i decided for my first ever schumacher one-shot, i'll have this one as my first one cause it's not too sad and has majority fluff.

𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤| leona's pov 

i watched with anxiety as my family screamed at one another after i had revealed to them my deployment date for the german military as a military paramedic. of which i had enlisted myself into last year not realising i would get deployed to leave so soon, i didn't really think at all the importance of telling my mum, siblings gina and mick and their partners, iain and laila so, i just didn't. that was though until i was forced to tell them when gina, my sister, had walked in on my phone call accidentally. the phone call that i had taken on speaker phone with my chief officer as he told me i was being deployed within a couple of weeks. gina wasn't mad nor was she disappointed, she was actually oppositely, quite proud of me and was the one that was encouraging me that it was probably time i told them. because if i left it until the day of my deployment, i wouldn't be forgiven for a long time or possibly ever. so, i didn't take that chance and i told them. yet, it was me telling them that started this whole screaming match which i was now in the middle of and being forced to listen to. that was until gina couldn't handle it anymore and screamed for everyone to shut up.

"--EVERYONE SHUT UP--" it scared me, genuinely, how loud gina was as she screamed as everyone immediately shut up and silence filled the room before i decided to speak up quickly

"--seriously guys, why are we yelling and arguing over something that i chose to do because it's something i enjoy? whilst it may seem like it, i wasn't forced into this profession, this was something i voluntarily put my hand up to do because i love it. i love this job in the same way that gina loves horse riding and mick loves being like dad and fast cars. i didn't think this is how healthy families are supposed to react when they get told that their daughter and sister gets the opportunity in pursuing their dream after working incredibly hard for it. come on now guys, this isn't how we celebrate. we don't yell at each other. i thought we were nicer and better than this..." at first, i was so confident until i wasn't, trailing off as gina pouted and spoke up

"...leona's right guys. the way you all have just reacted to this news is disgusting. okay, fair, being told that the middle child is being deployed away is terrifying, i get it. but don't you think she's already thought about that, having sleepless nights worrying after she enlisted herself if she really did make the right choice or if she just signed away her own death certificate? you guys should feel guilty because you clearly have no idea how hard it was for leona to just simply tell you guys that she had enlisted into the military as a paramedic. let alone tell you guys she's being deployed in less than two weeks..." gina trailed off as my family fell silent again, all of them shaking their heads to gina's statement making me smile, my head facing the floor

mick then spoke up, "...i'm sorry leona. i...i shouldn't have started the fight and i also should have tried to end it. just...hearing that my older sister would be going away to help people in a war completely terrified me and i didn't know how else to react other than to get mad. i guess it's because you've always had to look after me so, being told that you can't do that anymore and having to know that's now my job kind of scared me because looking after me and keeping me safe has always been your job. my reaction shouldn't have been anger, of course, i'm allowed to be upset but, i shouldn't have extended it or put it on you when it's already a hard time for you. we shouldn't have made this job of telling us harder than it already was..." mick trailed off as i smiled, quickly accepting my brother's apology

it was because i knew exactly why he got mad and i understood his reaction more than anyone else's since i've always been michk's protector since day one. and i knew out of all of my family, mick would be the most emotional about this entire situation.

"...thank you for apologising mick, i forgive you but, next time, could you please be a little bit more helpful in standing up for me rather than waiting for gina to do it..." i trailed off as mick smiled and nodded his head

"...of course, leona!" accepting that he was in the wrong and taking it like an adult whereas, the rest of my family, however not so much

after the whole ordeal of my family arguing over my decision to join the german military, i had to tell the rest of mick's f1 grid and, let's just say, they didn't react great either in the sense of being upset and devastated and horrified but they were way less mad then my family originally were. and whilst they were upset, devastated and horrified, they did not scream at me nor did they try to sway my already made decision because i told them it was finalised and that i'd been enlisted since last year, my deployment date only recently being released. 

however, the one thing they did do was force me to reassure them that i would be fine and that i would come home safe and sound and only then would they not be mad...seriously though, unlike my family (minus mum, gina and mick) they weren't mad at me. they were proud of me as well but were obviously still terrified of the thought of me being a military paramedic. but, we all had a group hug and i reassured them (and myself, obvi) that nothing wrong would happen and i promised them that no matter what happens, i'd be okay and i'd come home safely. 

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it was finally the day that i'd spend countless nights laying awake and crying silently over, my deployment date. and i wasn't ready, i was mortified and i think that was pretty easy to tell by just one look. i smiled tearfully as i watched mick try to convince the rest of our family that i'd be okay since it was now literally hours before i'd be deployed and it seemed like they needed way more reassurance than i thought they'd need. i could tell though that mick especially was trying to stay strong like he always did in these situations like my military deployment has but it was obvious that this had shaken mick a little more than anything else has, including our dad's accident and that was the most earth-shattering thing ever to happen in our family. so, i just knew i needed to get mick's attention and keep an eye on him whilst gina and mum dealt with the rest of the family. getting mick's attention was pretty easy since he wasn't paying too much attention to the second cousin of ours that he was conversing with and walked over to me. 

it was obvious he was getting emotional so, i moved us back inside whilst everyone else stayed outside and i spoke up, "...what's going on micky?" i question softly, leaning my head on his shoulder as his breath became heavier, his chest tightening 

"i...i'm so scared for you, leona..." mick tearfully trailed off as he tried to catch his breath and i sighed softly as i tried to lean even closer to him 

"...guess what...so am i..." i sighed as mick's head shot up, i don't think it ever dawned on mick just how scared i was over my own deployment  

"...seriously? you're scared?" mick sniffled as i giggled softly and nodded my head, lifiting it off his shoulder 

"oh, absolutely, mick. how can i not be scared? this isn't the monaco grand prix and watching you race 233 mph *giggles*. this is me going into an unknown country in the middle east and seeing the most unimaginable things for god knows how long and treating injuries that i've never encountered before this deployment. in fact, this is the most scared i've ever been in my life but, at the same time, i've never been more cetain about anything in my entire life..." i trailed off as i heard sniffles next to me as my heart shattered, mick had started to cry

and seeing and hearing my younger brother cry next to me broke my heart into teeny tiny little pieces. immediately, i pulled him in for a hug, hugging him as tightly as i possibly could as he cried and cried and cried. my heart continued to break because the only thing i could do was hug him as tightly as was humanely possible and even then, that could only do so much. and that still wasn't enough for me. 

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | leona's pov 

three years ago, i decided to leave my family and friends for an unknown country in the middle east to be a military paramedic with the german military. and now, three years later, i'm home after an honourable discharge all because i knew i couldn't be with the military for my whole life. and also because my perspective had changed. when i first joined, i thought i wanted to do this for the rest of my life but, i was young and most certainly naive. currently, i was in the netherlands for the dutch grand prix in the paddock where my brother mick and the rest of the f1 grid were hanging around before the race.

the only thing suggesting that i was a returning soldier was my military cap with my last name schumacher on it resting on my head whilst i wore one of laila's white blouses, my black leather jeans and a pair of white high heels - it was operation surprise mick and i was bubbling over with excitement. i was also absolutely terrified since i had no idea on how mick would react since i would be surprising him either before or after the race where all other drivers and media would see it.

so, after surprising the rest of my family, i gave toto wolff, the team principal of mercedes, the rundown of my surprise and after approving it, he gave me the lowdown on at what point i'd surprise mick. so, then, i simply waited for mick to finish his race but catch him just before he'd reach david coulthard for a post-race interview which is when i'd be surprising mick with my homecoming.

i had just walked over to the parc ferme's slip stream where mick would be parking his car since he had just missed out on getting the podium and just stood in front of him. waiting for him to step out of the car. holding myself from laughing since mick was so oblivious whilst all the other drivers and fans cheering around us had noticed what was going on. all of us that had now gathered to watch this surprise just waiting for mick to react. thankfully, no one needed to intervene to get mick to take notice because he just happened to look up from his car after taking off his helmet, dropping it to the floor as he ran over to me. a giggle tumbled out of my mouth as he stopped running, crashing into me as my arms squeezed him tightly as he started to cry.

i laughed in hysterics mixed with excitement as we both held each other tight and didn't let go. i had dreamt of the moment i'd come home and surprise my entire family but, i think surprising mick was always what excited me the most. and, in the greater scheme of things, i am so glad this was the reaction i got out of mick. because, no one could ever successfully surprise mick. he always knew what was about to happen which meant we just gave up on surprising him. and truthfully, it's a reaction i'm never going to forget because it was the sweetest moment in the world alongside the cheers and screams from the other drivers and the crowd around us which made it even more special. 

in tearful laughter, mick spoke up, "what the fuck are you doing here, leona?" mick's voice went up an ocatave as he giggled, wiping away his tears as i laughed with him, my right hand supporting the back of his head 

"oh, you know...i just decided to fulfil the promise i made to my baby brother, the usual," i smiled as mick's face contorted as more tears streamed down his cheeks as he pulled me back into his embrace as he sobbed

letting out a soft 'aw', i looked over at the other drivers and team principals but specifically max, esteban, lewis and toto whilst hugging mick.

once he had composed himself again, he uttered, "haven't heard that sentence in a little while," he giggled tearfully as my head flew back as i started to laugh as well 

"why else do you think i wanted to say it?" i chuckled as we finally broke out of our hug so i could reunite with the other drivers whilst the fans kept on screaming and cheering from their stands around the circut 

i watched closely as mick got his composure and breath back whilst i embraced max, esteban, lewis and toto, giggling softly in pure pride that my plan actually worked and that nothing that could have gone wrong went wrong. picking up his helmet, mick walked straight back over to me before deciding to bring me with him to his post-race interview with david coulthard.

"...for those who have just joined us for post-race interviews here at the dutch grand prix here in the netherlands, we have just witnessed the very sweet homecoming between the reserve mercedes driver, mick schumacher and his older sister leona schumacher. the latter who has just returned after being a military paramedic with the german military for three years. and here they come right now, mick and leona, welcome, it's lovely to see you both together after such an amazing grand prix!" david introduces as mick and i smile at david as the two of us nod our heads

"thanks david, it was a wonderful race, so many intense moments and then, this is what i get surprised with afterwards!" mick giggles as he gestures over at me as i giggle

"yes, we all saw that moment and it was a very sweet moment as well. so, leona, moving on to you, what made you decide to have such a public homecoming when it is very well known to everyone how private you guys are as a family?" david questions as i smile before responding

"good question, david. umm, i had actually been home for maybe a week before today, hence the reason why i don't look like i've only just returned home. but, i surprised the rest of my family in private before travelling here to the netherlands. so, gina, mum, dad, the extended family were all surprised way before today but with the exceptions of gina and mick's partners. so iain and laila had no idea until today that i was home from deployment because i specially asked gina if she could keep it a secret from those guys as well as mick," i giggled as mick stayed close to me, worried that if he was to even look away from me i would disappear

"before we get to how well you did in this race mick, since you did do an amazing job, i do want to talk about the surprise and mick's reaction because it was just so sweet!" david cuts himself off as the two of us smile, a small laugh leaving our mouths and nod our heads simutaneously

"so, mick, what went through your mind when you looked up from getting out of your car only to then to be faced by your older sister. the older sister you hadn't seen for three years?" david asks as mick just shakes his head and giggles

"honestly, i think i'm still trying to figure that out, david! maybe ask me in five business days and i'll give you an answer then *laughter*! but, in all seriousness, it didn't feel real. like, i thought i was going insane because for me, for some reason, there was no way in my mind that my older sister would just be discharged after only three years. like, i genuinely thought she was going to be enlisted for much longer but, i am so glad that that isn't what happened and that she's home," mick smiled as he wrapped his arms around me even tighter as i giggled softly, loving the hugs i was getting

"yeah, for sure, mick. and, leona, moving on to you, how did it feel coming from your perspective when you finally came into contact with mick after three years?" david questioned as i smiled and thought about it for a moment

"honestly, similar to mick, it felt quite surreal to finally be back home and be near a racetrack again after three long years of being nowhere near a racetrack. and, i mean, this surprise wasn't even that extravagant, the only special thing about it was that i decided to do it during a grand prix that he was racing at *giggles*-"

"-i mean, you could have surprised me anywhere, leona and i still would've had the exact same reaction!" mick interrupts which causes everyone to 'aw' once again as i smile and hug my brother

"aw, that was very sweet of you to say mick! but, as i was saying, the reason why i decided to do it at a grand prix was because i simply was getting impatient *giggles*. gina had actually wanted me to wait until after this race cause obviously, this is the last race before summer break and, she wanted to me surprise him during summer break in switzerland cause that's usually where we hide out during our holidays *giggles*. but i was like to gina, there is absolutely no way i can wait that long now that i'm back in europe, i have tickets to the dutch grand prix and i'm not wasting them so, she agreed and said she all of a sudden couldn't wait until summer break either to surprise mick *giggles*. so, yeah, that's how we got to this moment right here and me surprising mick," i giggled as i nodded my head at david who smiled and nodded his head in return

"since you did decide to do it during today's race, what precautions did you have to take? like, i assume you definitely had to let toto know and make him aware of everything?" david questioned as i nodded my head and giggled

"of course! and yeah, i told toto via message that i was back in europe and that i was wanting to surprise mick during the dutch grand prix since obviously, the last german grand prix was in 2019, three years before mick joined the grid so, the only other race i thought would be special enough would be the dutch grand prix. and, toto's reaction when i messaged him was quite funny. like, he seriously thought i was joking like, he was so shocked since the last time i had messaged him was just before i landed in the middle east three years ago *giggles*. so, at first it did scare him a little, i think he thought i had been hacked. but, when he saw me walk into the paddock and over to the mercedes garage, i think he finally realised i was serious and that reunion was a sweet one as well," i smiled as david nodded his head as mick just stayed silent, just happy still that his sister was truly next to him

"that's insane. poor toto though, thinking you had been hacked when you had messaged him. i did manage to catch your reunions with a couple other drivers, max verstappen, esteban ocon and lewis hamilton just to name a few. how was it seeing those guys again after three years?" david asked, feeling bad that he still hadn't asked mick about the race but mick didn't care whatsoever nor did he mention it either

"yeah, sorry toto! i promise i'll verify it's me next time i message you *giggles*. but, umm, yeah, seeing max, esteban and lewis was incredible! you know, lewis because mercedes and that's who's been taking care of mick so, it was great having a little catch up with lewis. max because obviously we grew up together the two families so seeing him so grown up now is insane *giggles* and of course esteban because he and mick did karting together so, yeah. it was very lovely seeing them again and i'll also say hey to the other drivers as well since i haven't forgotten anyone so, yeah," i smiled as david smiled back

that was when david finally talked about the race which kind of made mick a little sad since he loved hearing and talking about his older sister. but thankfully we didn't talk about the race for too long before returning back to talking about me and what i had plans to do now that i was no longer with the german military. they then asked me and mick what we said during the surprise. revealing that i had told mick the reason why i was back was due to a pinky promise i had made to mick three years ago that i would eventually come home safely.

after all the interviews had concluded and leona had seen the other drivers, it was home time or hotel time for those who weren't from the netherlands. the schumacher's staying with the verstappen's just like old times and just spent time together since it had been three years since leona had done that with her family and the verstappen's.

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laughter was bouncing off the walls of the verstappen household as a movie played on the television. it was ten minutes to midnight and with no race on the next day, there was no worry about whether or not we'd wake up in time or the fear we'd be late. all of us just bundled on the couch in relief that i was back. whilst not at home entirely in the netherlands but still i was with my family. i know i was relieved as truthfully, i don't think i'd ever be ablel to return to the military again after the things i had to witness and the injuries i had to treat. but, also the injuries that my team and i weren't able to treat in time. the number of patients i lost throughout those three years deployed was heartbreaking. but, the worst thing of all were the funeral services we had to attend when there was a respite from the fighting and violence of the war. so, to just be back in europe safely in the netherlands with mick, gina, mum and the verstappens was the most comforting feeling in the entire world right now. and it was the only thing i needed right now.

i didn't need to be anywhere else but with my family. and for the first time since being deployed, i welcomed it with open arms and a warm heart.

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leonaschumacher decided to come back to instagram now that i'm back from deployment since three years away was far too long🤍

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mickschumacher never been happier to see you leona! i missed you more than my words and tears could express 🤍

leonaschumacher mickschumacher i've never been happier to see you micky! your words and tears expressed everything it ever could have expressed! 

lailahasanovic i will never be able to forget the look on mick's face when he looked up after getting out of his car which i don't even think he acknowledged. so glad you're home leona 🤍

leonaschumacher lailahasanovic i won't forget it either! it was the sweetest reaction i've ever seen! i'm just as glad to be home 🤍

maxverstappen1 i hope no one videoed it due to my reaction but at the same token, i hope someone did because i just want to watch mick's reaction on repeat for the next 12-17 business days thank you 

leonaschumacher maxverstappen1 i've never supported a comment like this one 

sophiekumpen i'm so grateful for this post, leona! so glad you're back home in one piece

leonaschumacher sophiekumpen aw, thank you sophie! and i'm certain mum and dad agree with you!

estebanocon if anyone saw me cry when leona walked over to mick, no they didn't 

leonaschumacher estebanocon so now, on instagram you'll admit that you did cry? bloody hell estie! 

mickschumifan9 i've been non-stop SOBBING since i watched that video of you surprising mick after the race! you can tell he needed that hug and surprise and i'm glad he finally got it! 

leonaschumacher mickschumifan9 aw, you seem like such a sweetheart! i'm glad you loved the video! and yeah, it became very obvious at how much mick needed the hug and for me to be home <3

lewishamilton welcome home, leona! roscoe says he misses you and loves you a lot

leonaschumacher lewishamilton thanks lewis! sending you and roscoe lots of love!

schumachermick welcome home leona, thank you for protecting your country! we're all so happy you got home safe and that you're back posting! these photos of you, mick and laila are so sweet! may i ask who took the photo of you?

leonaschumacher schumachermick oh, thank you so much! i'm happy and grateful as well! and it was maxverstappen1 that you can thank for the photo of me! if you look further down on my account, you'll notice that max has taken the majority of the photos of me that i've posted 😉

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mickschumacher my small big sister is home three years later and this is what we get up to straight after the f1 grid breaks for summer break!

p.s : leonaschumacher, even though i tease you a lot, please never leave for that long ever again or i'm gonna cry more, thanks!

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leonaschumacher thank you micky! i appreciate your love for me even if it means teasing me due to our height difference.

mickschumacher leonaschumacher love you more, leona!

lailahasanovic the difference in posts between siblings is hilarious 

mickshucmacher lailahasanovic thank you my love, i'm glad you noticed

maxverstappen1 how very sweet of you, mick, i'm in tears lol 

mickschumacher maxverstappen oh bugger off max😂

estebanocon i agree mick, leona is not allowed to leave the country for at least three years 

mickschumacher estebanocon i'm very glad you are in support of my cause here cause i don't think anyone else is!

ginaschumacher is that leona on max's shoulders for chicken? oof, i knew they'd finally tell each other that they're in love!

mickschumacher ginaschumacher no, she's on my shoulders you little nasty! however, the round after the one from the photo, leona was on max's shoulders and they won.

schumilove having the blessing to say that i was at the dutch grand prix and got to watch leona surprise you mick is probably going to be my best-ever bragging right 😂 but in all seriousness, it was the sweetest thing in the world to see you react like that to your sister's homecoming 

mickschumacher schumilove thank you for saying that, having leona home is truly the best thing for sure! and if you have any footage from the surprise, please send it through, we've love to see it!

sophiekumpen this is so sweet mick! watching you react to leona surprising you after the race will always be the best thing to ever happen during a grand prix! 

mickschumacher sophiekumpen thank you sophie! and everyone's been saying that and now i really want to watch the footage back!

f1lover this post is so sweet mick! we are all just as relieved to see leona home safely and it feels us with pride that she's going to staying home now 

mickschumacher f1lover thank you! and i'm glad you guys are just as relieved as my family is to see leona home safe!

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this was so much fun to rewrite since i think this is the second time i've rewritten this. similar to the danny ric one-shot, i really didn't give a solid timeline other than the fact that leona had been away for three years. and that maybe, just maybe, there was a little something something between her and mr max verstappen. meaning they'd be of similar ages meaning she's not that much older than mick lol. but, ignore that little loophole if you so choose to or don't if you don't want to lol.

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[dreamsandstars24]

ALCHEMY OF SOULS 2 EPISODE 4 AND 5

WARNING: A VERY LONG RANT AHEAD

This kdrama will entirely end with my mental stability, so we need to let everything out as a way of therapy. So, I shall start.

Somebody kill Jin Mu, and the female doctor who is in love with Uk, and the Queen and if possible, the King.

I require something very easy.

First, let's go over episode 4:

Jang Uk really needs to chill down a little:He is all sweet and lovely and then he becomes all cold and evil -we all know why but COME ONE MAN- my only consolation is the fact that he will hate himself when he realizes who his wife actually is. I'm practically living for that moment.

Naksu's baby era: I love it. The way she pouts and needs so much attention and everyone gives it to her -Most of all, Jang Uk. That man fights it but his little heart really knows who to love- it feels as if the directors were giving her the amount of love and attention she didn't had before. It's nice.

Seo Yul: The blood parasite and him being terminally ill is definitely not something I was ready for. But I guess we didn't had enough drama as it already was so the directors said "oh, yes. Let's make this man terminally ill". Also, his friendship with our baby assassin is wonderful.

So-i: I was ready for her to come, and I am upset about the outcome of episode 5 but we are not there yet so I shall not speak of it. She is ready to manipulate, kill, be tortured and burnt for Yul, of those two don't end up together, I shall go to Korea and riot and force the directors of AOS to pay foe my therapy.

The crown prince: I know he was the one to cause chaos on season 1 but I feel extremely upset that they are using him like that. It really is upsetting but his friendship with Naksu is the most hilarious thing ever. They really make a great pair.

Now, as for the general opinion of episode 4 and not the individual opinions of each character:

HOW CAN JANG UK BE SO BLIND AS TO NOT RECOGNIZE THAT HIS WIFE IS HIS FIANCE WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT IS ALICE ON THE SAME BODY BUT HAS A DIFFETENT FACE AND A DIFFERENT PERSONALITY AND HAS NO REXOLECTING OF HIM WHATSOEVER!

...Okay, to be fair, I wouldn't also notice but

ITS HER MEMORIES JANG UK, WAKE UP BABBY BOY AND REALIZE ITS HER.

The Queen trying to kill Naksu seemed like a stretch and Uk really went "No, not my girl" and proceeded to unleash chaos on the royal crew. I love it.

Now, episode 5:

It started all nice and it ended with my mental stability.

So, I shall place a short resume of this episode.

YUL KNOWS BUT HE IS GOING CRAZY AND I DO NOT LIKE IT.

"HOW CAN I BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE WHO PUTS ME TO BED AND HUGS ME?" THIS MAN WAS DOOMED SINCE THE BEGINNING AND IS DOOMES DOWN.

NAKSU'S MEMORIES ARE COMING BACK, WHICH IS AWESOME.

"IF SHE GETS HER MEMORIES BACK, THAT BODY WILL START REJECTING THE SOUL"

NAKSU'S MEMORIES ARE COMING BACK, WHICH IS NOT AWESOME.

JANG UK GETTING MORE AND MORE SUSPICIOUS ABOUT HIS WIFE IS WONDERFUL.

I WANNA SEE THE CROWN'S PEINCE FACE AND UK'S FACE WHEN THEY REALIZE THAT, ONCE AGAUN, AN ASSASSIN HAS BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER.

"HE SHOWED KINDNESS TO MY TURLE" AND THEN PROCEEDS TO SEE HIM IN HIS ROOM. EXCUSE ME YOUR MAJESTY, I LOVE THIS BROMANCE.

YUL GOINH CRAZY BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD PARASITE AND THE LITTLE PART OF THE WATERFALL GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK. I BELIEVED IT AND ALMOST DIE.

THE WAY YUL RAN TO SAVE SO-I AND THEN PROCEED TO FIGHT ALL THOSE MEN WAS CANNON. THEY HAVE TO END UO TOGETHER.

NO, SO-I IS NOT DEAD. SHE CAN'T BE DEAD.

NO, SEO YUL IS NOT DEAD EITHER. THEY ARE FINE.

MISTER JANG UK COMING IN AND EVERYBODY THINKING "HERE IS WHERE I DIE" IS POWERFUL.

"NOBODY WILL LEAVE ALIVE" IS MY NEW ADDICTION. TOUCH HIS BELOVED ONES AND YOU WILL SEE YOUR END.

Now, as for the advance of episode 6:

SHE IS GONNA KNOW.

HE IS GONNA KNOW.

SOMEBODY KILL THAT FEMALE DOCTOR WHO IS SO UNIMPORTABT THAT I DONT REMEMBER HER NAME, BECAUSE SHE MADE ME MAD MAD.

Stuff is about to go down on episode 6 and 7, and I don't think we are mentally prepared for it.

[u-v-la]

idk why but @kidovna 's art inspired me to write this:

in one of their dnd sessions, eddie introduces 2 men npcs that are a couple to see how the party reacts.

he's not surprised to see will concealing his excitement. he sure as hell is releaved to see justin & lucas talk to the npcs like usual. they don't seem to care.

he is curious to see mike... having a moment. he looks at the table with their character sheets and the minis, his brows furrowd and pouting a little. he doesn't participate in the session or even speak for a while, just sits there like that. but then he seems like he shook it off and behaved normally. all eddie can do is hope for the best and move on as well.

however, when they meet again for the next session, something seems to change in mike's roleplay. his character starts to pay a lot of attention to will's character, mike portraying obvious excitement to see him and drive to protect him and help him out in whatever he needs.

will blushes a little and plays a long whenever it happens, though he's surprised by it every time. lucas and justin exchange confused looks but play along as well.

eddis's just along for the ride.

the weeks go by and mike gets bolder. he trys to hide his blush while he's outright FLIRTING in character, will is absolutely failing to conceal his own delight, and a quick exchange of glances with lucas & dustin shows that they already understand what's going on. eddie motions towards will & mike and mouths "so they're a thing?"

and to his surprise, the two teens shrug with an expression that says: "not that we know, neither of them said anything".

none of them trys to intervene and things just continue like this, but eddie is slowly going crazy. he HAS to know.

so toward the end of the campeign, after the one-before-last session, he goes for it and pulls mike aside when the rest are packing their things.

"how is it going? you like the campeign?"

"yea. i like that you really come after us. each and every battle was really challanging".

"great! cool..." it doesn't happen a lot to eddie, but he's at a loss for words. he just cannot find the right way to bring it up. he decides on a whim to act clueless.

"i... see you really watching out for will the wise though. you think his character is that fragile?"

mike doesn't heaitate "no, not at all! he is more than capable. he's amazing! it's just..." he glances at his 3 friends and turns further away from them, getting closer to eddie. does he not want them to hear?

"ever since we met raphaelo and picksly for the first time, i started thinking... can 2 men be.. a couple? in love? how would THAT work? i was trying to figure it out, and the more i thought of how that might work... i.. kinda realised i was thinking of will. i wanted to try it, and thought that maybe in a world where raphaelo and picksly could be a couple... maybe will and i can too".

towards the end of his sleech, mike's voice became really small. he also avoided eddie's eyes- looking sideways towards his friends and then casting his gaze at his shoes. eddie couldn't have that. he quickly snapped out of his little shock and put a reassuring hand on mike's shoulder. "hey, look at me".

a pair of frightened-looking eyes snapped up to his.

"it can also happen in this world, you hear me? it's way more possible than you think" he bobbed his head towards their friends- already packed up and laughing among themselves, letting their own private conversation stay private. mike slightly turned to look at them too, at will smiling brightly.

"i think you should talk to him" mike snapped his head back to eddie, mouth already open to protest, but eddie saw it coming and spoke first "even if only about romance between pcs. it's only fair to let him have a say about it too".

"do you think he'll be-"

"absolutely not".

mike searched eddie's eyes. he seemed to have realized something when eddie knew exactly what he was gonna ask. a scilent nod was exchanged between them, then mike stood up streight and squared his shoulders.

"thank you" he said, sounding like his confident self. "i'll talk to him".

everyone was excited for the last session. as they were setting up the mood was already charged with excitement for the final battle. eddie couldn't help but notice the exchange of small glances between will and mike.

it was a long battle, everyone was lazer focused on finding the best way to beat the dragon mother before her eggs hatch, and when the battle was won, eddie wasted no time setting the happy ending, but he soon felt a tug on his left sleeve, and heard will's voice telling him to wait.

"i.. as we stand there in the rubble, covered in mud and ash, i pull the breavest mike close to me. i examine the wound in his head i just heald, and i say 'don't you dare do this ever again' and i..." he lifts his head from the table and looks mike square in the eyes "and i kiss him".

mike looks at will, shocked. justin and lukas happily smile, and eddie is beaming and patting will's shoulder. "that is SO amazing. i'm proud of you guys".

after the happy ending of the campeign, when everyone is packed up and waiving goodbye, mike and will are holding hands, and eddie can't be more happy for them.

also, his little expiriment was an overwhelming success, and now he can be sure he won't lose his favorite gremlins when he and steve come out to them.

[writingpaperghost]

Without You (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4: What Happened to the Siblings?

“Maybe that’s where your heart went,” Hana laughed, “All beating in the stamp or something.”

Piping in, Makoto added, “To be fair, I also feel this weird heartbeat when I transform,”

Humming, Karizaki notes, “Tamaki reported feeling the same thing when he tested the belt. It’s likely they’re connected.”

Hana, still not particularly keen on him and a bit annoyed at him butting into their conversation sends a glare Karizaki’s way. “So the heart did go into the stamp is what you’re saying?” She says it with far less belief than the words alone would imply.

“Possibly!” Karizaki chirped, “we can’t say for sure yet.”

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43371954/chapters/109897281

Hana fidgeted as Makoto brought her through the halls of Fenix’s base, pulling at her jacket sleeves. Even though a lot of the members of Fenix had surely seen Tamaki, she still felt a bit strange about leaving her fuzz and antennas open to be easily seen, so she’d elected to do what she could to hide and disguise them.

They were heading to the medical wing, both to see Tamaki, and because there were some tests and checkups that one of the doctors wanted to do. Which wasn’t strange in and of itself, it was more strange as to the reasoning why it was happening at all.

Because apparently, Tamaki didn’t have a heart, and if he didn’t it wasn’t likely she or Makoto did either.

For obvious reasons of not causing their parents worry – especially Yukimi, who was still in the hospital, Makoto had only told Hana about this development. Already, questions were whirling through her mind and surely Makoto and Tamaki shared them. How were they still alive, without a heart? How long had their hearts been missing? If it wasn’t all of them, then why Tamaki? What did any of this mean?

They reach the room Tamaki was staying in, where a doctor, presumably Dr. Mikoshiba, was. She was in the middle of seemingly scolding Tamaki, “Now don’t go getting poisoned again,”

Which prompted Hana to ask, “What’s this about Tamaki getting poisoned?”

“Ah, Makoto, Hana.” Dr. Mikoshiba smiled, “Yes, you see, when Tamaki here was fighting Jeanne yesterday, he also fell victim to some of her venom. Nothing too serious, but it will certainly have slowed down his recovery from using the Vistamp.”

Tamaki frowned, “I honestly don’t remember much of it, it’s all really blurry.”

“Well, there wasn’t a whole lot, so I doubt your missing much,” Makoto said.

Hana rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip, “Right, so what do we need to be here for, anyway?” She knew, broadly speaking, but Makoto didn’t seem to have much by the way of details, either. “I’m suppose to meet my friend later.”

“Yes, let’s get started on all that,” Dr. Mikoshiba began, “I’d like to get x-rays of the two of you, as well as run some tests to see if the lack of heart might affect you negatively in any way.”

Just as Dr. Mikoshiba started making preparations, the door opens again, “Hey! You’re not going to start without me, are you?”

Makoto startled, while Hana found herself with a kunai in her hand. Then, Makoto sighed, looking over at the man, “Mr. Karizaki…” Oh, this was that science guy, Karizaki. He looked… about as strange as Tamaki made him sound like he was. Hana raised the hand that held her kunai, debating on trying to threaten him out of the room. “Hana, put the kunai down.”

She complied, but not without a pout.

Karizaki regarded her with interest, “So you’re Hana, huh?”

He moved a tad too close to her for comfort, so she raised her kunai again, “Get any closer to me and I’ll stab you.”

“Hana!” Makoto grabbed her wrist and pulled it down, “Stop trying to threaten Mr. Karizaki!” She rolled her eyes, letting her kunai disappear and pulling her wrist free of Makoto’s grasp.

Moving away from Karizaki and towards Tamaki, Hana huffed, poking Tamaki’s cheek, “So like, what was it like?”

Tamaki seemed confused by her question. “What was what like?”

“Using that stamp thingy,” Hana clarified, “I mean, it’s got you stuck on ‘resting’ and god knows something has to be bad for you to actually listen to that.” She can’t help but recall when Tamaki had gotten his ears and had insisted on going to work anyway. Even though everyone told him it was stupid, he was too stubborn not to.

Looking away, Tamaki sighed, “I don’t know. It hurt, I guess. Burned – but not like an actual burn. It burned inside me. There was this… pounding – like a heartbeat…”

“Maybe that’s where your heart went,” Hana laughed, “All beating in the stamp or something.”

Piping in, Makoto added, “To be fair, I also feel this weird heartbeat when I transform,”

Humming, Karizaki notes, “Tamaki reported feeling the same thing when he tested the belt. It’s likely they’re connected.”

Hana, still not particularly keen on him and a bit annoyed at him butting into their conversation sends a glare Karizaki’s way. “So the heart did go into the stamp is what you’re saying?” She says it with far less belief than the words alone would imply.

“Possibly!” Karizaki chirped, “we can’t say for sure yet.”

“You didn’t need to actually answer that question.” She got the feeling that Karizaki was going to make this whole thing feel like it was twice as long. Hopefully she could tune him out quick enough, else this would be terribly hard for her to bare.

To think, she could be hanging out with Hikaru right now – or getting to see Sakura sooner.

---

Hiromi decides he should probably check in on the Akemi and the Igarashi siblings – especially since it sounds like George had gone to watch, which meant that there was a good chance he’d somehow manage to overwhelm Hana. Besides, he wanted to check up on Tamaki, now that he was probably awake, or at least would be soon.

When he opens the door, he’s greeted to a not terribly strange sight. Hana was standing in front of Akemi, a smile on her face as she showed Akemi her kunai. Tamaki was still in bed, talking with Makoto about something while George hovered a distance from Hana.

Then George got a little too close and a kunai whizzed past his head and into the wall, startling all. Hana looked over towards George and, in a too sweet voice, said, “Oops, it slipped out of my hand.”

George, it seemed, was smart enough to take a hint and backs up, while Makoto sighed. The action on Hana’s part surprised Hiromi, though, given she seemed mostly like a sweet girl, save for her propensity to try to wrestle Tamaki – something about wanting to beat him in a spar finally. Then again, George was also, well, George, and might have made her uncomfortable.

Judging by the glare she was currently giving George, he suspects that’s the case.

Tamaki is the first to notice Hiromi’s presence, “Captain Kadota,” hearing his words, Makoto looks over and Hana spins to face him, waving with a smile, far more genuine than the one she gave George.

“Making progress, Akemi?”

Akemi rolled her eyes but gave him a smile, “Well, these three are less of a handful than you and Daiji, that’s for sure.” She takes a drink of her coffee, “But we’ve found some things.”

With a slightly too excited tone, George added, “As expected, all three lack hearts – though I’m still curious as to how that happened and what effects it might have on them.”

“Right now, we’re in the process of seeing if it’s having any negative effects on them,” Akemi said, then turned towards the trio, “Which reminds me, do any of you have any ideas as to how this happened.”

The three think for a moment, Hiromi can see the gears turning in their minds. Then Makoto answered, “Maybe the scar we each have?”

“Scar?” George frowned.

“Yeah,” Tamaki nodded, “It showed up at the same time as my ears and Hana’s antenna, this scar we each have, around where our heart is- should be.”

Thoughtful, Hana tapped her finger against her cheek, “To be fair, Papa has a scar pretty similar, doesn’t he?”

Seemingly surprised at the observation, Makoto hesitated for a moment before agreeing, “Yeah, he does, always had, as long as we’ve known him.”

“Which is, admittedly, only a few years,” Tamaki added.

At that, George frowned, “Only a few years?”

“We’re adopted,” Makoto raised an eyebrow, likely wondering whether or not George was aware of that. “And that was… officially three years ago or so, but we crashed there for several months before that.”

“But that’s not really important, the scars only showed up a year ago, give or take.” Hana said. Akemi was writing some notes down, while George listened to the trio in interest. “But other than the scars… I think that’s all we have?” Hana glanced over at Tamaki and Makoto, who nodded.

---

Daiji isn’t sure what to make of the sight unfolding when he goes to check on the Igarashis and Hiromi. Not that he’d really been expecting the sight, but it caught him particularly off guard.

Makoto was wrestling with a woman, who must have been Hana, attempting to pull a slightly glowy red kunai out of her hand. Behind Makoto was George, who was watching with primarily interest, but with a little concern thrown in. Though Makoto had the height advantage against Hana, Hana appeared to have just about every other advantage, including the willingness to knock Makoto off his feet.

Well, Daiji can understand why Sakura had such an adoration for Hana, she was one of the exact types of people that he and Ikki figured she’d pursue, if she ever did. Though Hana was certainly a sudden fascination, it suddenly made a lot more sense.

The moment Hana was freed from Makoto, she turned her attention to George. Makoto grabs her wrist again, and then the kunai goes flying in Daiji’s direction. Thankfully, Daiji managed to move out of the way, causing the kunai to land in the wall, before disappearing entirely.

“Wow,” the voice that occupied his mind with him, Kagerou, spoke. “I like her style.”

A silence falls over the room, Tamaki hiding his face in embarrassment, Hiromi sighing, Makoto looking a bit shocked, and Hana, who looked only slightly remorseful.

Breaking the silence, Makoto sighed, “Hana, please stop trying to stab Mr. Karizaki, you’re going to stab someone else instead.”

“Well maybe he should stop being so- so- weird!” Hana huffed, gesturing towards George, he seemed amused by all of this, “I mean, seriously!” It seems Hana’s tolerance for George’s general personality was clearly lower than her brothers’.

Tamaki gave Daiji a pleading look and mouthed an apology. Daiji had to do all he could to contain his laughter. After all, he had to keep up some appearance of professionalism, especially with Tamaki present.

Still barely containing his mirth, Daiji said, “Karizaki, it might be best you keep your distance from Ms. Hana.”

George had the audacity to pout, “She’s the one trying to stab me,” he pointed out, “why aren’t you telling her not to stab me?”

“Because I have no real authority over her, and I get the impression she wouldn’t listen to me anyway?” Daiji offered, “Really, I’m just asking you to have some self-preservation.”

“I wish that I could stab him,” Kagerou’s voice sounded as though he was pouting. Daiji ignored him.

In response, George huffed and sat in one of the chairs in the room. Hana had a smug look on her face, appearing proud of managing to, in some way, defeat George. Makoto, once more, sighed, gently tugging Hana back over towards Tamaki.

“Normally,” Tamaki began, sheepish, “She’s a bit better behaved-“

“I am perfectly well behaved,” Hana insisted, “When people are weird, you have to deal with them.”

Rolling his eyes, Tamaki shot back, “Have you considered not ‘dealing with them’ using violence?”

Stretching, unbothered by Tamaki’s words, Hana responded, “Why would I do that? That seems far less effective.”

“Because picking fights with our bullies in high school was so effective,” said Tamaki, dryly.

“They were just dumb, or masochists.” she shrugged, “Besides, if you weren’t going stand up for yourself, someone had to.”

His next words were spoken with a rising tone of agitation, “I didn’t need you to ‘stand up’ for me. And I still don’t.”

She rolled her eyes, “Sure,” she didn’t sound like she believed him at all.

As amusing as watching the siblings was – and Daiji had to admire Hana’s fire, even if he’d admit it’s a bit much – Daiji had other reasons for coming to check on them. He turned his attention towards Akemi, approaching her. “How long will Tamaki need to rest?”

“A few days, at least,” Akemi answered, “the venom extended his stay longer than it would have been if it were just from him using the Vistamp.”

That meant they’d be relying solely on Makoto for any Deadman attacks during that period. As his second fight as Olteca had shown, while Makoto could defeat a Deadman, so long as it wasn’t one of the generals, he would exhausted by the fight. And if it was one of the generals, he wouldn’t stand a chance, even if they went easy on him.

“That’s… unfortunate.” Hopefully Tamaki is too distracted to hear the conversation, otherwise he’d stubbornly try to get out of bed the next time there was an attack. He’d probably try to do that anyway.

Then George sidles in, apparently not quite so interested in the conversation the siblings were having than he was in Daiji and Akemi’s. “You know… I’ve just about finished the next Driver.”

Daiji sighed, “That’s great, Karizaki, but with Tamaki stuck resting, that doesn’t do us much good.” He can hear that Tamaki has stopped talking – he’s likely began to listen in, now that Karizaki was involved in the conversation.

The smile on George’s face feels a bit off. A mix of smug and excited, “Ah, but Tamaki and Makoto aren’t the only ones who can use the Driver.”

It’s then that Daiji realizes what George is implying. “You want to ask Ms. Hana…?”

“No way!” Tamaki shouts, then is clearly startled by his own volume, adding more quietly, “You’re not involving Hana in this.”

Hana blinked, “Involving me in what?”

George, still smiling that stupid smile, walks a bit closer to the trio, though still keeping a distance. “Well, I have another Driver finished, the three of you are the only ones who can use them, and your brother is currently out of commission…”

Makoto then seems to understand what George meant, “No, I’m going to agree with Tamaki here, there’s no need to get Hana involved.”

“Hey, I can help,” Hana crossed her arms, lips twisting into a frown, “You two don’t just get to decide for me.”

“Hana, it’s dangerous,” Tamaki protested, “You shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

Her frown somehow deepens – it reminds Daiji of telling Sakura she can’t do something. A terrible idea, in the long run. Then, Hana said, “You two have gotten involved in all this – and besides, you all are already worried since the Deadmans saw me, what does it matter now?”

It seemed Makoto sensed Hana’s growing ire, as he raised his hands placatingly, and said in a careful tone, “Which is exactly why we don’t want you any closer to the danger.”

“I can take care of myself!” The grip on her hand on her arm tightened, while the other balled even more tightly into a fist. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

Hiromi stands, approaching the trio, “Hold on, you three, there’s no need to get all worked up about this…”

“Hiromi’s right,” Daiji finally added, “it’s possible that the Deadmans won’t even attack while Tamaki is still resting. Even then, we still have Makoto, only if he proves not to be enough will we consider asking Ms. Hana for help.”

None of the siblings seemed terribly satisfied with the answer. Makoto seemed the most accepting of it, while Tamaki seemed the most annoyed. Hana just rolled her eyes and dug her phone out of her pocket, turning her focus to that.

With disappointment, Kagerou sighed, “Aw… I want to see her fight, properly.”

---

By the time that Dr. Mikoshiba was finally finishing up, it was early in the afternoon, the occupants of the room returning to being Makoto, Tamaki, Hana, George, and Dr. Mikoshiba. Hana appeared relieved when Dr. Mikoshiba announced they were done and would have to wait for some results before anything further. It was easy to see that Hana had become bored in the last couple hours they’d been there, mostly on her phone, appearing to text someone – most likely Hikaru, but perhaps that new friend of her.

Both Makoto and Hana go to bid Tamaki farewell when George finally piped up, “Oh, by the way, there’s some questions I’d like to ask about your family.”

“Questions?” Makoto asked, “Why? Mama and Papa don’t have much to do with us – at least, whatever it was that happened to us.”

“Humor me,” George said, “I found this article about Happy Spa and a fire…?”

Tamaki rolled his eyes, answering, “Yeah, like, eighteen years ago.”

“Mama and Papa don’t talk about it much,” Hana added, “we don’t really blame them.”

Makoto figured he might as well tell George the main reason why they didn’t blame their parents for not liking to talk about it much. “After the fire, while they were staying in a hotel, their children were kidnapped, the oldest was four, the middle two, and the youngest only a few months old.”

At that, George got a remorseful expression, it seemed even he could sense the absolute tragedy of the situation. “Ah…”

It had taken the three a long time to ask about the shrine in the Igarashi home. They had, of course, their suspicions, given the pictures of the children and the items that had clearly once belonged to them. Maybe that was why Yukimi and Genta were so willing to take the three in, their ages weren’t exactly right, but they might have reminded the two of their lost children.

And… the trio didn’t exactly mind, maybe their presence could bring someone some comfort or happiness. That’s what they thought, at first. Now… Makoto wasn’t sure how Tamaki or Hana felt on the matter, if they really had opinions at all, now, but Makoto knew how he felt. He didn’t mind being a stand in for their eldest, or any of their children – it was better to feel wanted than like even one of his parents once again hated him. Yet sometimes… he hated to admit it, but he sometimes felt like a stand in was all he was. In theory, he knew it was his mind being terrible to him, but that feeling was hard to shake once it came around.

With that question of George’s answered, they make their way home.

---

“Hana!” Sakura waved the moment she saw Hana, a smile on her face.

Hana had only started meeting Sakura on her own, without Hikaru, the past couple days – it seemed Sakura had an incredibly flexible schedule. That or she was just very eager to get to see Hana. Regardless, Hana didn’t mind, she liked being able to see Sakura so much. There was just something so amazingly wonderful about her, something Hana couldn’t quite place.

Or maybe that was just her crush talking.

“Sakura,” Hana smiled back, hurrying over. She wanted to push the various conversation that had occurred earlier at Fenix’s base to the back of her mind. Sakura was a wonderful spot to put her focus on. “Wow, you always dress so nicely.”

At that, Sakura laughed a little, “I suppose I do – though you always look so beautiful yourself.”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Hana said back, “You always say something like that.”

“Because it’s true.”

“If you say so…”

Sakura takes her hand, “Come on, I know this place with really good ice cream.” She begins to lead Hana.

Even once they arrive, Sakura doesn’t let go of Hana’s hand until she pays for the ice cream – and even then, it’s only for a moment and she quickly retakes it. Despite Hana’s best efforts, she’s certain there’s a blush on her face. She doesn’t mind holding Sakura’s hand, as a matter of fact it filled her with such a strange feeling and she suspects that, if she still had a heart, it would be racing.

Her blush doesn’t evade Sakura’s notice for long. “Oh, Hana… are you alright? Your face is all red…”

“I’m fine!” She answered quickly, “I just- um- not used to someone… holding my hand… for this long…”

That seemed to bring Sakura’s attention to her own actions. She gave a small laugh and released Hana’s hand, “I’m sorry, I suppose I wasn’t paying attention to how long I was holding on.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine, it was just…” Hana struggled to find the right word. Something that wouldn’t give away her ever-growing crush, but also wouldn’t be too wrong and make Sakura hate her. “different than what I was used to.”

Almost hesitantly, Sakura inquired, “Different in a good way? Or a bad way?”

Giving her a smile, Hana answered, “Different in a good way.”

---

Evil sits down beside Jeanne on the couch, “You know, Hana Igarashi… she seems rather infuriated by the way her brothers coddle her.” He said.

A curious smile came to Jeanne’s lips, “Is that so?”

“As far as I could see.”

“Then I think I have a plan, a wonderful plan.”

He sighed, “Of course you do, and that’s why I told you.”

“Soon,” Jeanne smiled, a true and genuine happy smile, “My dear bee will finally be at my side once and for all.”

With no other word spoken, Evil stood and left.

[tevinteredeemer]

bloodxstarved:

After he pulled back he cupped the mage's well groomed face in his hands, caressing his cheeks and taking in every detail of his beauty. When asked if he cried Alucard put on a cute pouty face. "Buckets full, I was so sad without the love of my life at my side. I do hope you plan on making it up to me..." Alucard said softly, knowing full well the mage would once they were alone.

"I think we're pretty much done here, yes?" The inquisitor asked as he looked back to his advisors and others around the table. "Whatever's left Cassandra can make a decision for me, I trust her judgement. Excuse us." Alucard said with a polite smile to the others as he took Dorian by the hand and led him out of the war room. Once outside he pulled Dorian into a tight hug, squeezing him tightly without crushing him and buried his face in the crook of the mage's neck whilst cupping the back of his head.

He really might actually start to cry, many emotions were going through the dhampir. "I was so worried about you Dorian, why didn't you answer your speaking stone? I thought something might've happened to you, I was about ready to gather the troops and come search for you..." Alucard said as he released the mage so he could look into his eyes. "Is everything okay?"

Alucard was the type of beauty that was beautiful no matter what he did. Admiring his lover's features or pouting were just another wondrous painting to admire. "Oh, Amatus. My poor, precious thing~" He teased, practically cooing at Alucard. "I'm nothing if not fair and just. To you, most of all." He said with a smirk.

He held back a chuckle as Alucard dismissed his council of ambassadors, though was unable to his his smirk. "Inquisitor, people may start to believe you're playing favorites." He teased in a whisper as they walked out together. He smiled as Alucard hugged him, patting the dhampir's back as he held him close.

"Oh, Amatus... I'm sorry. Truly. I wanted to talk to you more. But, unfortunately, there are always eyes looking and ears listening in Minrathous. My place in the Magisterium is secure, but I'm known to be...well, the man I am." Everyone knew he had a part in the Inquisition. He wasn't shy about that fact. It gave him a famous reputation, but also one that put him under the harsh glare of the magisters that desired to keep Teviniter the way it is. Make it great again, even. Some who secretly desired to take over other lands like they had before. Dorian stood in opposition to that, amongst many of their other goals. One would know that simply from knowing he was quite close to the Inquisitor himself. It was dangerous, but Dorian was used to that. No, what he couldn't stand, in actuality, was the possibility of Alucard coming under the radar of those such people. "I'm just fine, Amatus. I'm glad you didn't send a whole army in for me, how embarrassing would that be!" He teased. "I'm better now that I'm back with you, Alucard. I'm always better with you...Inquisitor~" He pressed a quick kiss to Alucard's lips before taking another, deeper one. Yes, everything would be fine for the moment. They were together again. No one could stop them now.

@bloodxstarved, continued from (x)

Weeks it had been with barely any contact, now he hears that beautiful voice draws his attention to his lover who enters in his usual dramatic fashion. Alucard smiled brightly as he rose from his seat. "No one could have possibly missed you more than I have." He declared as he strode over to pull Dorian into his arms and leaned down to plant a loving kiss upon those lips. Normally he wasn't one to be intimate with Dorian while others around, but he had missed his lover far too much to care.

Dorian's smile only grew as Alucard stood from his seat, his showy smile now growing closer to his softer, more genuine one. One reserved for his closest friends and, of course, his lover.

"I'd hope not, amatus. Imagine the scandal otherwise." He said, though his words were absent of any real meaning. Instead, his eyes showed his true feelings; the silver orbs alight with joy and fondness for the other man. He eagerly met Alucard's lips with his own, smiling into their kiss. He would've been too embarrassed and worried to do this years ago, when they had first started courting each other; but now, now he was happy for the chance to show their affection for one another once in a while. "Not too many tears shed for me, I hope? I care for you deeply, amatus, and I take no joy in causing you to cry."

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“Now or Never”

(Aged Up) Five Hargreeves x F!Reader Warnings: NSFW, light mentions of wounds and blood. I wanted to put this out as soon as possible so it has not been fully proof read/edited. This is also like 3,000 words

Summary: Diego causes you to get hurt, much to Five’s displeasure. After taking care of your wounds he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels.

“Ow, ow- Five” you whined as he cleaned up your wound. “Sorry but I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you’d just listened to me” he said matter a factly before dropping the used rag into a metal bowl. “Cannot believe you listened to Diego, out of all people, instead of me and look” he continued as he stood up to throw away the bloody towels. “I thought he was going to be able to pull it off” you managed to let out, guilt and embarrassment starting to fill your chest. “He-” “He is an idiot (Y/N)!” Five snapped, slightly slamming the bowl he had in his hands on the table, “He almost got you killed out there so do not try to defend whatever dumb ass plan he had!”. You’d jumped at the noise, hissing in pain at the sudden movement .

His eyes immediately softened at the sound before letting out a sigh. He shouldn’t be snapping at you like this. Especially when it was neither your fault nor were you the person he was actually upset with. Diego on the other hand better hope this Kugelblitz gets him before Five does. Instead of listening to what Five had said Diego decided to try and be the hero and come up with some bullshit, half thought of plan that you agreed to help with because of whatever reassuring bullshit he told you. Though part of him wanted to be upset over the fact that you believed said bullshit, it never lasted. The weight of you on his lap plus the sniffles you’d kept letting out a constant reminder that you’d gotten more than your fair share of karma. Which is why when Diego even tried speaking in either of your directions he was immediately put behind a wall of siblings and Lila who all knew exactly what Five wanted to do to him for causing you to get hurt. It did help when he heard Lila both physically and verbally digging in on him over how he’d fucked up.

“Sorry” he sighed, looking down and cleaning his hands on a dry towel before walking over to you. “I’m just-… we’ve been dealing with enough shit as it is and the last thing I need is you getting seriously hurt because of my dumb ass brother” he continued as he walked over and sat down on the bed next to you. “I’d probably completely lose it at that point” he admitted, helping you get in a more comfortable position. Five watched you for a second, double checking that you were comfortable before continuing cleaning your wound. It wasn’t that bad, thank goodness. Just a somewhat deep cut on your arm and a few scrapes on your abdomen. But in the moments before he was certain what all was wrong with you, felt like all the hard work he’d been putting in these past weeks had gone to shit and the entire world was ending. “Here let me finish” he mumbled, squeezing the water out of the towel, and taking your arm in his hands gently. You both stayed silent, Five wanting to let his confession sink in but you hadn’t thought much of it. “I’m sorry for not listening to you” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small pout. He returned a crooked smile and let out a quick breath through his nose, “don’t worry about it (Y/N). Just don’t listen to an idiot over me” he chuckled. “Well you seem to think everyone is an idiot compared to you” you countered with a small smile. “Which is precisely why you should always listen to me” he teased and finished cleaning up the wound on your arm before reaching for the gauze and medical tape to wrap you up. “This is gonna hurt so I’ll try to be quick” he warned before going to tighten the wrap he was making. You let out a shaky breath and nodded, closing your eyes in preparation for it.

Five’s heart clenched in pain with you when he heard the whimpers you’d let out.

‘‘Fucking Diego’’ he mumbled to himself as he finished it, gently letting go and setting your arm down. “Okay, now let me just clean up the ones on your abdomen and you’ll be all done” he threw away the excess and then turned back to you expectantly, “you’re going to have to take your, uh, shirt off so I can get to them”. Your eyes went wide as you felt the blood rush to your face, “oh… right” you nodded. In all honesty you didn’t feel extremely confident about that considering you had a bit of a crush on Five, but of course the timing was never right considering the world was ending. Plus you’re pretty sure he didn’t feel the same or was even capable of feeling those feelings. Therefore, this was a very awkward moment, but if you hesitated any more it’d be suspicious.

“O-okay” you sighed shakily and took off your shirt, placing it next to you. At least you had a sports bra on. Your eyes avoided Five’s for a second, which he didn’t mind considering he got lost taking you in. He blinked his eyes to snap out of it, walking over to you, and resting his knee on the bed to steady himself when he leaned over. “Well these don’t look as bad as I thought” he mumbled, softly running his fingers over some of your bruises and wounds, causing you to shiver and giggle. “Does that tickle?” Five smirked at you, fingers still hovering over your skin. “If I say yes are you going to tickle me?” “Maybe a little…” he mumbled, making you whine his name out in protest, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at it. “Okay, okay I won’t…” his smirk told you otherwise and you were proven right when he tickled you lightly for a few seconds, “okay now I won’t”. “Are you going to clean me up or torture me?” You pouted and he chuckled, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t exactly call it torture but I get the message” he’d started to clean the blood up first before disinfecting it with alcohol and bandaging you up.

Five couldn’t help but continue to drag his eyes all over you as he did. In truth, Five shared the same feelings as you did, but chalked it up to hormones until he hallucinated kissing you. Since then he could barely stand to be without you for too long. His hands kept finding their way onto you in subtle ways. He’d take every opportunity to be as close to you as possible. Hell he was thrilled whenever Klaus asked if you could come on the road trip too.

“Oooo let’s bring (Y/N)!! It’ll be nice having a pretty face to look at while on the road” Klaus clapped happily when Five agreed to join him. “I’ll even leave you guys to spend some time together” he said with a knowing smile. Five glared at him a bit but nodded, “I’m sure she’d prefer that than staying with those idiots”. “Great!” Klaus smiled before going to ask you.

You, on the other hand, were having trouble controlling your breathing as Five continued to touch you. His hands were a bit rough from fighting and his cold fingertips didn’t help with the shivers he was pulling from you. “I’m almost done” he mumbled as he was finishing up bandaging. “Alright you’re all done princess” Five hummed, the nickname slipping from his lips involuntarily. “Princess?” You asked, blushing and Five’s eyes went a bit wide. “Uh, sorry it just kind of slipped” he apologized and went to throw the trash away. “No it’s okay. I like it” you smiled, grabbing his arm before he got up. “I do too” he mumbled, eyes glancing to your lips. Fuck he wanted you. He wanted you to be his princess. To sleep on his chest, while he played with your hair and rubbed your back. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body until you were annoyed and pushing him off.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he sat down fully on the bed next to you. It was now or never. “Oh, um, thank you” you mumbled a giant smile gracing your face, “you too”. Oh my gosh why did you say that? Who says that? “Thanks” Five laughed and looked down at your hand. At least he found it funny. “No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you” he said clearly, his eyes moving to look at your shocked and confused ones. “What do you mean?” You asked, your brain unable to comprehend what he was trying to say. He just chuckled at you and shook his head, “I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked in that flower dress you had to wear in Dallas, or how beautiful your laugh sounds even your so called ‘ugly one’”. Your face must’ve looked like a stoplight the more he spoke but you couldn’t seem to care much. “I can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips must be” he mumbled as he gripped your chin lightly and ran his thumb over them. “About how you feel pressed against me” he’d slowly started to get closer to you, “and I don’t want to keep acting like I don’t”. You were too stunned to speak for a moment as you looked up at him. “And I’m hoping you feel the same” he added. “I do” you squeaked, finally finding the strength to speak.

As soon as you agreed he crashed his lips against yours. Immediately moaning against them while his hand moved to cup your cheek. Your lips felt even better than in his hallucination. Five had started to lean closer against you, deepening the kiss as he did. You had to pull back after you ran out of breath, but he just kept kissing down your neck. “Mmm Five” you whimpered, tilting your head to the side for him. His hands started roaming your body carefully, not wanting to hurt you. “ I love the way you sound saying my name like that” he groaned against your chest, softly kissing the wounds he came across. His lips were surprisingly smooth, not perfect, but for someone with his lifestyle. “Do it again for me princess” he mumbled before lightly grazing his teeth against your skin. “Oh fuck Fiveeee” you whined and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Good girl” he hummed and fuck if you weren’t wet before you sure as fuck were now.

“You like that? When I call you good girl?” He asked as he squeezed your hips, telling by the way you gasped. “Y-yes” you nodded and pulled back to look at him. “So am I the only one that’s going to be shirtless?” You pouted as you looked over his fully clothed body. “Alright, alright” he chuckled and sat up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down at you with those piercing green eyes. “Fiiive” you whined at his teasing and unbuttoned the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, causing him to laugh. “You can keep going if you want princess” he winked at you and you were more than happy to comply. You almost ripped off his belt and threw it on the ground before going to unzip his pants. You paused though, deciding to get back at him for his teasing and palming his erection. “Fuck (Y/N)” he groaned lowly, biting his lip as he continued to look you in the eyes. “Yes?” You asked innocently before continuing. “You’re so fucking hot” he mumbled and grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply. You continued to unbutton his pants as you kissed, wanting him as naked as you felt. As soon as you managed to get his pants down he got up, causing a whine to fall from your lips at the sudden loss of contact. That whine then turned into a moan when you saw him standing there in nothing but his briefs, palming himself as he stared you down like a predator on the hunt. “Your turn princess” he said as he walked over to you, pulling your legs gently to the edge of the bed. Five chuckled at the squeak you let out when he did and traced his fingers down your stomach til he reached the top of your pants, “may I?” He asked. “Course” you smiled at how thoughtful he was to ask. He bent down to kiss you as he took them off, but this kiss was different. It was sweet and soft. He left his head resting against your’s when he pulled back, smiling down at you before leaning back and fully taking your pants off.

“Fucking shit” he mumbled unconsciously as he took you in. “What?” You asked starting to feel a bit self conscious. “I don’t know how I haven’t came yet” he answered honestly before bending over and kissing down your waist and thighs. He looked up at your for a second before placing a gentle kiss against your panties, both of you immediately moaning. “Five” you whimpered as you tugged his hair, “want you”. “Don’t worry princess you’re gonna get everything you want and more” he groaned and took your panties off, “get rid of that bra for me, princess”. You nodded and sat up, basically tearing it off of you. “Mmmm thank you princess” he hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. “Five come ooon” you whined again, bucking your hips. “Sorry princess, just wanted to finish taking you in” he hummed again before hooking his arms around your hips and pulling you closer. He gave you a few tentative kitten licks before completely going in. Five could not stop moaning at how good you tasted to him, and you couldn’t stop moaning at how good he was making you feel. You wondered if he’d done this with other women and how many he must’ve but when you felt him slip a finger into you it all went out the window. “Oh my gosh Five! Yes!” You moaned and he squeezed your hips in response.

“Fuck princess you’re even better than I imagined” he groaned and inserted another finger, “Wish I would’ve realized how bad I fell for you sooner. Could’ve been doing this for you”. For you? Jackpot. “Better late than never” you panted, though you felt just as annoyed. He hummed in response as he sucked on your clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck, “fuck Five”. He started feeling you clench around his fingers and assumed you were close. After a few more minutes he pulled back and you let out a loud whine of his name. “Calm down princess” he cooed as he stood and palmed himself some more, “you’re about to get what you want” He bent down to give you another passionate but sweet kiss before continuing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful” he hummed while kissing your breast and pulling down his underwear. He hiss lightly at the sudden change in temperature, “you ready princess?” He asked as rubbed his tip through your folds, both of you moaning out each other’s names. “Yes, fuck Five just do it” you begged, eyes wide and a small pout as you looked up at him. “You got it” he winked and slowly slid into you.

Five honestly felt like he could bust right there, you were practically strangling him and he loved it. He loved knowing it was you, knowing he’s making you feel all these things. “Mmmm Five” you whimpered as he kissed your neck gently, waiting for you to get used to him. “Tell me when you’re ready baby” he hummed and nipped at your skin. You nodded and after a bit you felt yourself wanting more. “I’m ready” you whimpered into his ear and he slowly slid back out. He continued with a few more slow strokes until you let out another whine of his name and he picked up his pace. “Fuck princess you feel so fucking good” he groaned into your ear. “Can’t believe I was such a dumbass and w-wait- shit… waited so long” he moaned as he started to pick up his pace even more. “F-F-Five” you stuttered out your moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, “S-so good”. “Yeah? You like tha-“ Five was interrupted by another moan when felt you clench around him. You were close and he was relieved because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. “F-five” “I know princess” he said lowly and started kissing at your breast again. He pulled your nipple into his mouth, and looking at you dead in the eyes. “Oh Five!!!” You moaned loudly as you came, the extra sensation Five had given you immediately pushing you over the edge. Five followed almost immediately after you did, managing to pull out and cuming on your stomach. Both of you stayed silent, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “You okay princess?” He asked before kissing your lips gently again. “Are you kidding? I’m even better than okay” you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Good” he smiled, moving to lay next to you. “You think anybody heard us?” You asked quietly, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. “I’ll shut them up if they did, don’t worry” he mumbled. He moved you to be laying your head against his chest, finally able to play with your hair. He felt at peace like this with you. As did you.

A/N: I was kind of rushing towards the end so I’m sorry if this wasn’t everything you wanted. Please reblog and follow if you liked it and send requests through asks.

I’d also really appreciate it if you guys checked out my other Five series I’m working on.

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『+ Love Languages + 』

Whether you're having a bad day or just a little reminder, this is how some One Piece men show that they love you, without having to say it ♡

Ace:

Will make the obligatory tampon run for you and grab the right size absorbency level AND will grab a some snacks that he totally didn’t just think of last minute because of impulse buying to make you feel as comfortable as possible. If it's not that time of the month, he will gladly share the sketchy food he called dibs on in the refrigerator that somehow managed to exist as long as it did without him scarfing it up on sight. Okay, better yet, if he was bringing home some food, he would make sure it wasn't eaten on the way home and it actually makes it you... which he might still ask for some but gotta give him credit for getting it to you untouched lmao except if it's french fry oh especially if its a bag fry or whatever, those are fair game

Buggy:

it has to be a really, really, REALLY bad day for you, cause he actually allows you to honk his nose to make you feel better. Otherwise..otherwise he would definitely cuss you out lmao

Franky:

When he asks you what’s wrong and you reply with ‘I’m fine’….he’ll make sure to ask again and catch the hint that you want him to ask 37 more times before finally telling him.

Katakuri:

Would go back to the store at least 3 times in a day when you keep remembering you forgot something. Bonus points if he brings back two variations of the same item to make sure it’s the right thing.

Kid:

You know when you go to a fast food joint and you ask for no pickles or mayonnaise on a burger but they still cake your sandwich full of it? He will take the bullet for you, he will take one for the team. If you’re still in the drive-thru line and refuse to go back and correct your order he will gladly eat the pickles off of your sandwich to prevent you from  tasting such an abomination of the tongue and to prove the lengths he will go to prove his love for you – especially since neither of you like them instead of like, just pulling them off and not eating them lmao

Kuzan:

Both of yall just sat down to enjoy some TV time together, with some snacks and blankets – full nine yards of coziness – and right as you plopped down and got all snuggly, you realize that the remote is on the other side of the room and after a moment of both of you not moving to see who would get up and get it, it takes another moment or 3 before he finally relents. You know he loves you cause if he wanted to continue to be stubborn, he would have went ahead and kicked his feet up lmao

Law:

When you ask what’s going on in the middle of the movie and he actually answers - like, he turns down the snark by 70% and even goes into a little detail

Luffy:

His love language is annoying the shit out of you, soo …

Mihawk:

Yall just got mad comfy in bed – I’m talking lights out, tucked in, feet are warm and toasty, snuggly cocooned into bed – you couldn’t leave the bed even if your life depended on it. But BAM! It happens, you remember something – something so vital, yet you allowed it to somehow slip your mind. You forgot to get yourself a glass of water for the night. Right as the thought hit you, it must of bounced off of you and hit Mihawk, too, cause there he is – equally as comfortable and secured into bed, but instead of returning the pleading pout you’re casting his way, he gives a knowing look and a slight smile. Before you can manage to speak a word, his feet are already slipping out of the cocoon onto the cold floor and treading down the hall. Nevermind this happens like every damn night or whatever but he still loves you and still doesn't mind

Sanji:

He doesn’t mind finishing the food you can’t eat. It’s almost like he’s part garbage disposal, but he truly doesn’t mind and also because he couldn’t bear the thought of food being wasted

Usopp:

He’ll gladly take the spider outside for you instead of you threatening to kill it by smashing it repeatedly with the closest item nearby, which almost always happens to be something of his, conveniently enough pfffft

X – Drake:

Even though you had every opportunity to go to the mailbox, you still kinda forgot, and now that the sun has set and you remembered something super important could have came today, he will gladly go out and check for you – barefoot and incredibly underdressed - and will risk the outdoors with all the vicious nocturnal creatures running amok out there to go get your mail only for it to be some phony offer from a dubious marketing company pfft

Zoro:

Before you even start to struggle with opening glass jars, he’s there to pop it open with a simple twist. I mean, he definitely does it out of love but also to keep you from breaking them when you SMASH THEM AGAINST THE COUNTER when youre trying to loosen the lid