#anyways drop your opinions? 🥺

[quietwingsinthesky]

Just wanted to say I'm loving all the posts about aro Dean, it makes me really happy 💞

🥰🥰 I’m glad! It’s one of those headcanons that’s always background noise for me, a thing I sometimes forget isn’t actually what’s going on with him in the show, but idk, something today just made me want to ramble about it.

I really should write some more fic about it (and dean in general but also have you listened to that man speak. I don’t have the pop culture knowledge nor the insanity to make his dialogue anywhere near believable alsjfkgjsl.) it’s really something that brings me quite a lot of joy to think about, a scenario where dean just gets to live fulfilled without the weight of performing a part in a Romantic Heterosexual Marriage™️, the Normal Life he’s been raised with the ideal of.

look I’m trying not to be sappy here cause it’s midnight and if I drop the filter, I’m gonna be such an emotional idiot on this here tumblr.com, but the fact that Dean’s real happy ending is just him getting to cohabitate with his brother and his friend, with the rotating door open for other friends and family to stay whenever they like? Man, that’s just. That’s so. I’ll weep about that, dude, that’s what he needs, that’s what he deserves. Not me sitting here projecting my own issues onto dean winchester of all people but Enough happy endings of marriage, we have enough of those and I’m pretty sure they did more harm than good, more happy endings of platonic cohabitation (inside old war bunkers lmao) that’ll fix all of us <3

[authenticaussie]

AHHH??? AHHHH?????????

LIKE. 1997? BRO? BRO???!??? Like I was Thinking but also NINETEEN-NINTY-SEVEN, I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS---

[unoislazy]

I am feral for Mizu and you’ve been feeding me well with your Mizu fics so thank you so much for your service!! 💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗 i really enjoy your writing and the way you portray Mizu. With that said i wanna run a scenario by you and im just wondering how do you think it’d play out (if you like the idea enough to do a mini fic or headcanons that’d be awesome but if not then that’s okay and i understand 💕) hear me out, what if Mikio had a sister and she lived with him and Mizu during the time they were married, say her and Mizu bonded while they all live together but then their friendship blossoms into romantic love 🥺 how do you think that’d play out?

I Am No Coward

(Part 1)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

A/N: all of you guys are so nice and I love all of you. Thank you for the suggestion! This will be around a 4 part series that I hope to continue working on in the near future so BUCKLE UP

Also!

I am planning on making a Mizu x Black reader soon but I’m struggling on deciding a scenario for it. If anyone has any suggestions they won’t be to try out for it, I’ll take them with open arms!

Summary: You’re Mikio’s sister and todays the day you meet his new bride to be.

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Days were quiet with you and your older brother Mikio. After you had been put under his care and he had been outcasted by the lord, you both lived on his land more on the countryside, away from those who would cast their unwanted opinions on to you.

You usually took care of the more mundane tasks, cooking, cleaning; Things Mikio never truly liked to do. He wasn’t against helping but he was usually too busy with the horses to ever truly give you a hand. You knew your brother was obsessed with trying to win back the favor of the Shogun and as much as you knew it wasn’t going to happen, you let him believe anyways.

Time went on as usual until one day Mikio had returned home with some news.

“I’ve been offered a wife.” He said plainly as he took off his cape. You stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to him with a smile.

“That’s great… right?” You smiled hopefully. Given that he was now deemed an outcast and he was an older man it was unlikely that he would find any matches at this point, so you were just pleased that someone had been offered.

“She has the eyes of an onryo.” Was all he said in response before walking over to you. He kneeled down, watching what you were doing with a watchful yet critical eye. He adjusted your hand, suggesting that you had been cutting wrong in the first place.

“And that’s a problem?” You asked, your smile dropping for a moment as you rolled your eyes at his wordless suggestion. You knew he truly had no say in what opportunities were offered to him, you both did. If he had anything to gain, he should take it. He sighed for a moment, looking down before answering,

“No, She’ll be here in three days.”

Your smile returned, pleased to know that at least your brother would experience something other than the constant stress of trying to win back his honor.

You didn’t care what his wife would look like, she could have blue eyes, green hair, and purple skin for all you cared. All you cared about was your brother being happy, and you hoped she would be the key to that.

Mikio used to be a much more upbeat man. He liked to bring light to dreary situations with a joke or some laughter, but he always knew when to keep it serious. However, after he had been outcasted it seemed like all the fun parts of him disappeared. He became so hellbent on training the horses to be the best they could be that he forgot to have fun or indulge himself in anything. You used to enjoy spending time with him and you were elated when you realized you would be put under his care, but that joy soon subsided when you realized just the effect a bruised ego can have on a man. He became closed off, irritable, and would barely even give you the time of day. He cared about nothing more than his honor and as much as you tried not to, you began to resent him for it.

But you kept your thoughts to yourself and went on with your life, hoping someone would come along and change him.

The three days had passed and it was time for his new bride to arrive.

And Mikio was nowhere in sight.

You sighed, disappointed in him, believing he was avoiding yet another responsibility that seemed to ‘get in the way’ of his horses. Even if you had suggested anything, he wouldn’t listen to you, he knew what was best for him.

At least that’s what he claimed.

You sat quietly outside your house, waiting patiently for the woman to arrive so you could greet her. If anything you were ecstatic to meet the mystery woman and you hoped you’d manage to get along with her.

It hadn’t taken long for you to see them approaching. The two women walked towards your direction, both holding two bags, presumably full of their belongings. However, the younger woman seemed to also be holding what looked like a sheathed sword.

You smiled, now standing and walking down the steps, excited to meet the woman. You watched as the two women made their way towards you, one older and one younger. The older woman had turned to face the house that you stood before and spotted you, giving you a wide smile before turning back to the younger woman who seemed reluctant to continue following.

You couldn’t blame her.

Marriage wasn’t something a woman had control over in your world, you just got lucky that you got placed under your brother's care; because of him you were also considered ‘disgraced’ so not many men would truly want you.

She finally made her way, after many unpleasant words from her mother, and stood at her full height with a very plain expression.

She was beautiful.

You examined her features for as long as you could deem polite, your eyes floated from her hair, to her dress, taking in her height, and then lastly taking notice of her eyes.

However, when it came to her eyes, you didn’t see the eyes of an onryo. You saw eyes that reflected a color you saw only in the sky above, you had never seen such eyes before, but you needn’t stare and make the woman uncomfortable, she just got here after all.

You walked towards the two women, an excited smile on your face as you greeted them.

“Hello! You must be the woman Mikio’s going to marry. What’s your name?” You asked happily, the woman stared at you for a moment, clearly in some inner battle with herself on what to do now that she’s in this position. You waited patiently, understanding that being forced to marry someone is not always the happiest thing to do so you did not want to push her.

Her mother, however, cleared her throat and sent a glare at the woman, you assumed from this she was the one who had set up this offer.

The woman sighed, looking back towards you and answering,

“Mizu, my name is Mizu.” She waited for a moment before looking at you, expecting you to say something before speaking up again and asking, “and you are?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Mikio’s sister.” You introduced yourself, you did give them your name but you figured it would be more helpful for them to know why you were there in the first place. With this new information Mizu seemed to relax just the slightest bit. Maybe she thought you were a concubine.

Gross.

“So, Where is the man?” Mizu’s mother asked, seemingly wanting to get the show on the road as she turned to you expectantly. You averted your gaze, a bit embarrassed as you answered,

“I’m actually not sure.”

With that answer both of the women stared at you like you were crazy.

“You may or may not be happy to know that Mikio often isn’t home. He’s usually out training his horses.” You explained, trying to subdue the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.”

As if on cue, you could hear the thumping of hooves accompanied by the sound of a horse's whinny. You all turned to the source of the noise which just so happened to be the aforementioned man. You sighed a small sigh of relief, thankful that he didn’t make himself look too bad.

You snuck a small glance at Mizu, wanting to gauge her reaction to your brother and you noticed that her fists were balled up tightly and her face was scrunched. Just like you had expected, the marriage wasn’t her idea. You hoped to the gods your brother wouldn’t ruin this opportunity, if not for his sake than for yours, you were tired of only having his company and truly wanted someone else to be around.

Mikio yields his horse, stopping just in front of Mizu. The first words he uttered were,

“You’re not as hideous as I expected.”

If you could’ve gotten up on that horse and smacked the life out of that man, you would’ve. It didn’t have to be love at first sight but out of all the things to say when he first meets his soon to be wife, and that's what he says? In that moment you were disappointed to have introduced him as your brother.

“You’re a lot older than I expected.” Mizu responded, earning a quiet snicker from you. Between you and your brother there was a decent age difference. If anything you were closer to Mizu’s age which was quite weird in your eyes but… it’s a sign of the times you guessed. Mikio shot you a silent glare telling you to shut up, which you did and you acted as if you had done nothing wrong.

“Let’s get this over with.” He said plainly, guiding his horse back to the field. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mizu who just watched him go with a very obvious glare on her face.

“I’m sorry about him but if it's any consolation, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” You mentioned, trying to be at least a little encouraging. Mizu looked at you, her glare subsiding as she gave you a very small smile. With that, Mizu’s mother quickly began to rush her inside, wanting to get her ready to be wed before the sun went down. You offered your assistance in getting her ready, the entire time taking it as an opportunity to get to know Mizu.

“I noticed you brought a sword, do you know how to fight?” You asked curiously as you carefully brushed the white makeup across Mizu’s pale face. You couldn’t help but admire the woman's beauty, sure she might not have had the face of a princess, but to you that didn't mean anything. Her eyes of course were the main feature but you had also taken notice of the curl that stuck out from her hair that was pulled up.

“I fought a bit in the past… I don’t know how much I’ll keep up with it though.” She answered with a sigh but she regained her composure once she had looked over to her mother who glared at her.

“I don't know, Mikio might enjoy someone to fight with,” You began, gaining her interest a bit as she looked back up towards you. “And if he doesn't, then I would love to learn if you’d be willing to teach me.”

She gave another small smile, acknowledging your attempt to lighten her mood.

Once she had finished getting ready, her makeup was done, she was dressed in all white, you and her mother took a step back to assess how she looked.

“You look perfect!” You exclaimed to which her mother slightly nodded.

“You look fine, now where is your brother?” She asked impatiently. You turned to her, about to answer but Mikio had already walked in before you could say anything. He had taken off his cape that he wore everywhere and walked past you without saying a word. You sneered at him, he couldn't even try to make an effort? He was more of a grump than you ever remembered him being.

The private ceremony went on with the help of Mizu’s mother. You had no role in the ceremony so you simply sat back and watched. You looked on and for a strange reason you almost wanted to stop them… you felt as if one of them was making a mistake and all though it wasn’t entirely clear who, you could take a wild guess and probably be right. Regardless, you sat back. Your opinion in this matter doesn't matter anyways even if you did have the courage to go out and say it.

Immediately after they had finished, Mikio stood up, handed his dish over to Mizu, and went on his way. You could see the subtle yet dejected look that came across Mizu’s face and you felt a pang in your heart. Sure he might not know the woman very well but the least he could do is act as if he’s even the slightest bit interested. You quickly walked over to Mizu and took the dishes from her hands.

“I’ll take those, don’t worry about them.” You smiled at her, again trying to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance but this time it led to no avail. Her mother had decided it would be best to get her ‘ready for tonight’ so they both walked out and into a different room, as they walked out though the expression Mizu held had shifted to one of confusion or fear.

You sat quietly as you cleaned out the dishes that had been sitting around from hours prior. The resentment you felt for your brother only doubled down by seeing his actions first hand. Was he the most disrespectful man to ever walk the earth? No, but you still expected better from him, and when he arrived home you weren’t going to let him forget it.

A few hours had passed and the sun had set long before your brother had finally deemed it an appropriate enough time to come home. The moment he did you stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to him,

“Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.” He said, already knowing you were going to complain. You looked at him up and down with a look of disgust, as if he had a choice in the matter.

“Well you're going to hear about it.” You argued.

“Can’t this wait?”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to complain about.”

“I don’t need to know what it is to know that it can wait for another time.”

“Oh sure, just so at that ‘other time’ you can shoo me away and say you have to take care of your horses, or you have work to do, or you're too busy.” You began to rant, much to Mikio’s dismay. This of course was not the first time you had gone off on him, and usually you were quite good at holding your tongue around him, usually his ego was too fragile to handle it, but you were not going to watch this woman sign her life with him just for him to look straight through her.

“You have been nothing but a slob and a grump all day and, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a wife now. A wife that you called ‘not that hideous’ within two seconds of meeting her, are you serious?”

Mikio didn’t make a move to acknowledge any of your statements but you knew he was listening. You knew, even if it wasn’t exactly obvious, that he knew his actions were wrong, but Mikio was not the kind of man to admit to his failures and you knew that. You knew this argument would go nowhere but you at least hoped if he made a change, he would pretend he got himself to that conclusion.

“It’s not exactly like I’m marrying a princess.” He finally responded, his tone laced with sarcasm causing you to scoff.

“Any woman who has to be subjected to marrying you, deserves nothing less than to be treated like one, and if you wont, someone else will.” You spat, storming out of the room to leave the man with his thoughts, or lack thereof.

[mattypattypinky]

Hi, I saw that you do tons of Vector Headcanons and thats awesome but do you do any other DM villains of characters, If so could you do Romantic Bratt headcanons 👉👈🥺 Also what is ur rankings of the movies? I personally like dm 3 the best I know that's a unpopular opinion though

UMM?!? HELL! YEAH...!! An excuse to write for Bratt? I'm gonna go crazy, he's my third favourite!!!

I think my favorite is the first, then the first minions movie, then dm3, then dm 2,,, i haven't watched dm 4 yet I want too, BUT i have to find a piracy site that has it 💀... I've never been a fan of the second film tho the villain isnt my fave imo no offense to fans of him, anyways yes I can this will b super fun imo.

Evil / Balthazar Bratt Romantic Headcannons <3

First off, Bratt is obsessed with himself and his old show, he's obsessed with the 80s, and he kind of has a hard time disassociating himself from his glory days and the persona he once played.

He peaked when he was a child star, and hasn't been able to let it go. He probably doesn't know the first thing about romance. And, if he did, it would be 80's TV SHOW script romance. He seems like the type to kind of think things will play out like a rom-com episode of a TV show, or a movie.

When it doesn't he'd be shocked he actually has to work to keep a relationship going.

His room is littered left and right, up and down with merchandise and theming based off his child-star show. I do think he would force you to watch every episode of his show with him, multiple times over, and he would laugh and proudly present it, or compliment his own script written jokes.

He would want you to be proud of him and his little show success. And he would actively talk to you a lot about about how his show was THE #1 SHOW ON TV...

I think his ideal romantic date would be cuddling and watching his old show... Roller skating at a skating rink, or dancing to old 80's music with you. Or going to a amusement park or theme park. He'd love the bright and colorful lights.

I also think he'd shit-talk Hollywood to you, a lot. He has an intense distaste for it and it's people since he got shut down and sent out. And, he'd ask you if you think he should have been a long lasting star.

(Say yes, please. It would mean the world to him if you thought he was talented enough to still be a film-star. It'll make him happy! He's extremely insecure.)

If he had a crush on you, he'd tell Clive all about it, and he'd watch random episodes of his show in hopes he'd find some sort of inspiration on how to impress or woo you. If there was ever a episode about a romantic interest, he would have it memorized by season and episode title and number, and he'd go to it in a heartbeat to find inspiration on you.

I think he'd be extremely awkward when flirting, actually. He would use corny quips he heard from 80's romance shows, (or his own show), and it would sound really cringe, but it would be cute. Or, embarrassing. "Are you a peacock, because I want to dance for you."

He, likes to... Sing. He'd probably try to sing to you.

It would be really bad, and probably not the original lyrics to whatever tune he's singing.

Oh, I bet his hair is really soft. It looks silky, I bet it's nice to run a hand through. He seems like he uses so much conditioner??? I don't know why I just get that vibe.

I feel like he's a hs drop out he just seems like one (as one myself)

I think he'd be extremely extravagant when asking someone to date him. He'd find a way to make it way more than it needs to be??? And I think because he's such a 'star' he wouldn't expect rejection, so he's not afraid of doing it in public where anyone can see. He imagines this groundbreakingly large gesture in the middle of a city, asking someone to be his diamond to his ring, and he nowhere expects rejection. If you DID reject him, which I doubt you would, but if you did, he'd be taken aback, and he would just stand there in awe and shock that you would say no to him being your partner.

Why? He's a star. You wouldn't reject a famous actor and famous villain. He's got it in the bag.

He is confident, and he is attractive. He'd lean on a table and talk to you in this low voice, and I bet he's a teaser too. Making light quips and playful remarks to fluster you.

I bet he'd give you merch of himself as a gift 💀

He hugs the diamond when he sleeps, and wears a sleep mask, so I think he'd be a rather cuddly person to sleepover with. As for the sleep mask, I feel like he may have trouble sleeping without it.

He kicks in his sleep, and talks in his sleep, so although you would be cuddling with him, you might get kneed occasionally, or woken up to his mumbling ...

Also, though I HC he may be a HS dropout, he has a fantasy about going to prom with someone... And I feel as though he would want to create a fake prom with you, where you and him win prom queen/king.

He has, so many DVD players and DVD's littered everywhere... Under his bed, at his dresser, under his TV, ETC. I bet most of them are his show, maybe different versions of the three seasons, or perhaps other 80's shows he liked and wished he was apart of. He was cancelled when he hit puberty, I am sure there are shows he wishes he was apart of. I bet he would complain about it to you.

He may be nervous to give you gifts outright when he has a crush on you, so he might send Clive over to do it for him. Imagine you're hanging out with him, and then all of a sudden Clive strolls over and hands you a small bouquet of flowers. And he has to explain that it is not from him, but from Bratt.

I bet he'd also like the barbie movie... But, for the outfits in the film and the aesthetic.

He'd have a playlist smack full of 80's songs, and on a date he'd play some of the corny 80's romance songs with you.

[yuurei20]

Hi Yuurei!! 🤗 Sorry if this formatting gets all squished on tumblr! 😭

I admit this is a bit of a passion question here, but Ace’s clubwear DUO voicelines felt like they had different meanings (and are a little rude) in the English version. I wanted to get your opinion if you have time!

JP + my interpreted translation

Jamil: 「焦る決めるなよ、エース」 (Don’t make any hasty decisions, Ace)

Ace: 「分けってます、ジャミル先輩」 (Got it, Jamil-senpai)

EN official

Jamil: Stay cool and land the shot, Ace.

Ace: I know, Jamil To my understanding, “wakettemasu” in THIS context is more in the vein of, "I understand/I am acknowledging your advice as my senior and listening to it.” It sounded a bit jarring in English to me, like “I know, you don't need to tell me" even when they're in the middle of a game.

JP + my interpreted translation

Ace: 「サポートあざっす、フロイド先輩！」 (Thanks for the support, Floyd-senpai!) 

Floyd: 「ミスすんなよ、カニちゃん」 (Don't make a mistake, Crabby) 

*I used to think he was saying “Don’t miss,” so I defer to the official translation. 😅

EN official

Ace: Back me up, Floyd!

Floyd: Don’t screw up, Crabby.

I personally don’t like Ace’s "Thank you" (azassu) being taken out because he is normally the type to thank others, in any situation, even for humor. The rewording makes it so Ace is demanding Floyd back him up, but the original dialogue sounds like Ace is thanking Floyd for backing him up during a game (maybe even without being asked). I think Ace would get squeezed if he ever thought he could boss Floyd around…hehe.

Anyway, I could be way off on my interpretations before they got translated to English. Semantics and 1:1 translations are elusive, but it'd be nice to have better understanding of club members' relationships as they were intended. 🥺

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

Your translations are very good!!

Jamil's original line is 「焦らずキメるぞ、エース！」 and I think both your interpretation of "don't be hasty" and EN's "stay cool" are correct! ^^

Literally translated it is close to, "without hurrying / without being impatient / without rushing," as in Jamil is telling Ace to stay calm and composed.

「キメる」 is an example of how context-dependent the Japanese language can be! Literally it is just "to decide" or "to set," but in the context of Jamil's clubwear we know that he is likely telling Ace to make a precise, confident choice and/or shot, as in waiting for the perfect moment to shoot for the goal and/or to strike.

Since this is a battle line he could be taking a shot for either a basketball hoop or taking a shot at an enemy! EN's "land the shot" goes both ways, much like the original JP ^^

Ace's response of 「わかってますよ、ジャミル先輩！」 is, I think, actually very close to the EN interpretation!

It might sound a little harsh in English, but it is also borderline impolite in Japanese! A polite response would be わかりました in the past tense, to indicate that Jamil has explained something that Ace didn't know, but now Ace understands and is acknowledging such.

By using わかってます in the present tense Ace is giving the vibe that he didn't need Jamil to tell him, because he already knew.

This is very characteristic of Ace's speech patterns with his senpai ^^ He walks a thin line of politeness/over-familiarity almost all the time, as a part of his character!

I absolutely agree with your evaluation of Ace's line! ^^

While he is speaking in a slang-like way that you would normally not want to use with your senpai, he is still thanking him, and EN-Ace's translation sounds like he is giving an order to Floyd when he isn't!

I recently reviewed the JP main story from the prologue to 7-4 while collecting all examples of the characters saying "please," and it has been very interesting to match up to EN ^^

Characters like Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Sebek and Silver (in Book 7) are saying "please" just all of the time in the original game, which EN sometimes carries over, sometimes reinterprets into different forms of politeness like "sir," and sometimes drops, as in this case with Ace and Floyd! So interesting ^^

[kaebedom-me]

in which gojo cant seem to get his shit together when he's in front of the person he likes

synopsis: gojo tries his best to impress a regular he's been crushing on, too bad he can't keep his shit together long enough to make a proper latte

cw: gojo x reader, the babygirlfication of gojo satoru, ooc!gojo, he's actually not ooc my personal hc is that he gets real flustered in front of the person he really likes that's why, equally flustered and shy!reader, fem!reader, fluff, slightly proofread but not really, this is part of @freyzrc's very cute very good cafe au series! so please support the original creator!

word count: 1544

a/n: im actually scheduled for another DisappearanceTM but i 🥺 anyway, if you've been wondering where I've been I'm actually neck deep in jjk hell hence! i present to you, tumblr, this fic!!! (more hcs and context after the fic if you're interested in my ramblings)

Gojo, despite his very pretty (self-proclaimed) appearance, actually prefers to work the morning shift during the times when the café was not a bar. It’s definitely not because he’s more of a morning person, it’s also definitely not because he hates alcohol. Also, it’s certainly absolutely positively NOT because of a pretty girl that comes in every once in a while, to grab a latte at a time where it (in his opinion) should be an inappropriate time to get coffee. But it’s favourite part of the day anyway, he always finds himself looking forward to it despite the irregularity of the girl’s visit.

“Ah! Welcome!” Itadori’s voice chimed in, snapping Gojo out of his daydreaming.

“Welcome!” Gojo exclaimed, too. He turned around just in time to catch sight of the girl he was daydreaming about coming to the counter.

To say he was a little excited was an understatement, because Gojo had almost dropped the cup that he was drying to the floor, earning a snort from Geto who’d been standing next to him the entire time. Gojo turned to glare at him for a split second before returning his attention to you.

“The usual, right?” Itadori asked cheerily.

“Actually, could I get it hot today?” you asked softly.

“Of course! That’ll be out to you in a jiffy!”

You gave Itadori a smile while tucking away your wallet. As you walked away, you glanced behind the counter to note who was on shift. Geto gave you a kind nod before whispering something to Itadori.

Before you could get too far away Itadori raised his voice a little to catch your attention. “Um! Miss! Excuse me! I’m so sorry to bother but we’re a little short staffed today, would you mind waiting here for your coffee?”

He asked you so nicely you weren’t able to say no, it’s not like you would’ve in the first place, though. You approached the end of the counter, where they usually put the drinks before serving.

Geto gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Megumi-kun’s out with the dogs and I’m just about to take my break, so I really hope you don’t mind.”

You nodded; you understood you told him.

“Thank you so much, hun’! It’s nice seeing you again.” Geto beamed, and right there you swear you died while you were on your way here because this can’t be happening.

Geto quickly excused himself and went to the back, leaving you flustered.

Gojo was by the machines pulling a shot when Geto so kindly passed by him to pat him on the butt. The daggers he had been glaring at him had Geto trying not to laugh the entire time.

When you noticed it was your favourite white-haired barista making your coffee today you nearly choked on your own spit. Surely, you definitely died on the way here today, that was the only reason why the stars had aligned so perfectly today.

By the time you snapped back to your senses, Gojo was practically right in front of you assembling the drinks. You were way too nervous to look directly at him but you felt it would’ve been rude to look away considering you just made eye contact with him.

You awkwardly gave him a smile, and he returned it stiffly. “Uh, nice weather, huh?”

“Yeah!” You answered.

Curses! “Nice weather”??? That’s all he could come up with??? The only time he gets to talk to you outside of the usual short conversation while you ordered and he had to mess it up??? A disgrace! He’s The Gojo Satoru! How could he have been so-!!

It was then Gojo slightly slipped up and spilled some of the milk from the pitcher. “Shit,” he cursed.

He shouldn’t have looked up. But he did, and he made direct eye contact with you. GOD! STUPID! How did he mess it up this badly! Gojo wanted to curl into a ball and hide under the stupid cabinets right now.

“I usually don’t fuck up this badly-”

“Oh!!! Um! It’s ok! Take your time,” you tried and offered him your best smile.

Huh? HUH???? Did he seriously, seriously accidentally say that out loud? In front of you??? Of all people?????

Gojo cleared his throat as he felt the heat rush up into his cheeks. He has to save this somehow. “I, uh- Erm, is there any particular latte art you like?”

Taken off guard, you shook your head. “Anything’s good really!”

FUCK. What now?? He just kind of made conversation with you, should he continue?? Should he give you some options? A heart? What?! No! That’s too obvious! A swan? A rose? C’mon, Gojo, think! You can do better than those basic fucking starter latte art. Maybe he should drop dead and die, there’s no saving this interaction at this point.

“Maybe?” You quietly piped in. “Those plant looking ones? I think they look nice.”

A tulip? A tulip! Gojo’s got this! This is easy! Tulips are so easy! And he’s the best latte art maker in this whole damn café!

“Sure!” He puffed up his chest and answered as cheerily as he can, trying to hype himself up. If this goes well, maybe, MAYBE, he’d deem himself worth enough to ask for your number.

A tulip, a tulip, a tulip. A very simple and easy design. Yes, Gojo can make it with his eyes closed. He can even make it more complicated and intricate, that’ll surely impress you enough to want to give him your number. Super simple tulips are, he’s been making them since forever.

So why, why, WHY, is his hand shaking so badly. No!! No!!!! He has to do this perfectly! Oh, God, he can feel you looking at him and waiting. You’ve been waiting for a while too, he knows this! But God damn it, Megumi didn’t have to come in at this time to remind him that you’ve been waiting for a while. No! Focus! He can do this! Make good latte art, get pretty girl’s number!

Gojo ignored Itadori calling Megumi over to the back. He breathed in and let his hands worked his magic. This was easy! It’s practically muscle memory at this point! He’s got this!

Make good latte art, get pretty girl’s number!

Gojo must’ve been too excited because he fucking accidentally poured too much of the stupid milk into the damn cup too quickly and royally fucked whatever art he was about to make.

Gojo wanted to scream.

“Oh, um, I can still take that,” you piped in.

Oh, fucking fuck, you were watching him the entire time too. Gojo wanted to cry.

“No, no, I’ll remake it-”

“No! It’s ok! I don’t mind,” you said again. “I really don’t mind.”

You were truly an angel sent from heaven. How are you so forgiving and cute?? He can never show his face again the next time you come in.

“Ah, at least let me draw something on it to make up for it,” Gojo meekly offered.

Too shy to say no, you let and then watched him shuffle a little to the side to reach for the chocolate syrup.

Gojo made quick work of drawing Shiro into the latte you ordered. It wasn’t something too impressive but he knew at least you’d like it considering how much time you spend with Megumi’s dog whenever you came in.

“Enjoy,” he sheepishly muttered to you while he slid the coffee towards you.

Curse that stupid!!! Suguru!!!! For making you, of all people, stand by the counter to watch him work.

He watched as your eyes lit up at the little doodle he made. “Sorry I’m kinda off my game today,” he lamely excused himself. “It’s not the tulip you wanted but I hope it’s enough, I swear I’m a killer with latte art.”

You nodded, still eyeing the little Shiro on your cup, absent-mindedly you said, “It’s ok, maybe next time!”

Gojo perked up at that. The fact that you were still willing to come back!!! Ah, that almost brought tears to his eyes. “Next time for sure,” he promised.

Realising what you had just heard you snapped back to look at him. He was smiling gently down at you now and your heart almost burst out of your chest right there. You nodded and offered him another smile before scuttering away to find a seat.

おまけ

“Oh my God, that was so painful to watch,” Geto could hardly contain his laughter.

“Hey!!! Whose fault was it, huh!! I could’ve made the best damn art in my entire career!! And you!!! You fucked me over,” Gojo whisper shouted at Geto while the other staff slowly made their way back to the front.

“You screwed it up yourself,” muttered Megumi. “It was funny to watch though, I’m glad we took the shorter route back today.”

“Yeah, the Gojo Satoru fumbling so badly,” chimed Geto.

Itadori walked over to where Gojo was and offered him the cloth by the sink. “Aw, I think you did your best, senpai! Next time! You’ll make the best damn latter art in your entire career, I’m cheering for you!”

Gojo snatched the cloth from Itadori and glared at his friends before wiping down the mess he made. 

so as mentioned, my personal hc is that gojo gets really flustered and shy when he's in front of the person his likes that's why he's like that in the fic uwu

it's just a simple cafe au with your favourite jjk boys

according to @freyzrc the bar becomes a bar after hours so your faves are able to pick and choose what shifts they prefer to work and when

i say your faves but really its up to you (read: me) if i want to see who at when and where lMAO

in my head, if i were to make this into a series it'd be like a dating sim with different routes depending on your fave that you're after

but also, there's no particular order in which events happen because I'm really writing this as a one off HAHAHA

if you're curious though, you can read it as a "best moments compilation" thing, but if you're on the other routes, the events of this route then not something that happened? it's basically kind of like the timeline branches out and there's multiple different universes within this universe

this route is gojo x reader + geto x reader with a hint of satosugu

this was intended to be a gift to the original artist so uwu reader is the way they are because of that

gojo does crush on geto here in this route but his brain actually doesn't process his feelings for geto because he dug himself a very deep friendzone hole. it's very tragic :/

[starlingflight]

Hiiii!

I just wanted to butt in and say how much I love your hinny fanfics especially the once’s set in hbp. (I’m not going to say how many times I have reread them, it’s too embarrassing 🙈) The way you write them, the banter and chemistry!! Honestly sometimes it feels like I’m eavesdropping on someone else conversation because you make them seem so real. I love the pinning. :)

It’s fun to read about how tortured harry is and how he feels ‘normal’ and not under so much pressure when Ginny is around! I have a suggestion if you don’t mind (ignore this otherwise and accept my apology <3). I would love to read something you about Harry pinning over Ginny while she is with Dean and see his thoughts. The monster in his chest! I love reading about the early stages of their relationship it’s so cute! Or something like that

I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you know that your writing is spectacular!!

Hi anon!

First of all, thank you so, so, so much for this! It literally made my day! The idea that anyone re-reads my fics makes me so happy, I can't even explain 🥺🥺🥺

And now I fear I must disappoint you 😭 I've tried writing this prompt three different ways, and I can't make it work… I very rarely explore Ginny's relationship with Dean until they're broken up and there's a reason for that (I hope you're ready for some less than complimentary takes about my two faves): Both Harry and Ginny use Dean as a coping mechanism.

Ginny stays with Dean way longer than she should, to an extent it's almost out of character for her. Why? In my opinion, because if she breaks up with Dean, she has to deal with something that's increasingly staring her in the face, the fact that Harry likes her, and despite all the work she's done on herself, she still wants to drop everything to be with him. It's an uncomfortable realisation for someone as independent as Ginny.

The sheer force of her feelings for Harry is a lot for her to accept, and it's easier for her to just stay with Dean who, while nice, inspires no such depth of emotion. It's not fair to Dean, but it's a self-preservation tactic that Ginny appears to be subconsciously committed to throughout HBP.

Now, onto the reason I'm struggling to write your lovely (and appreciated) request. Harry James Potter, number 1 avoider of emotions, actually finds the Dean relationship very convenient tbh. Do you know who doesn't have to deal with their ever-increasing feelings for their best friend's little sister? The guy whose best friend's little sister has a boyfriend.

There's a large section of HBP after Harry sees the Dinny kiss (and the chest monster is born), where Ginny lingers at the back of Harry's mind (and in his dreams) but he never really consciously dwells on his feelings for Ginny. Harry isn't ready to face it, and he doesn't have to because Ginny has a boyfriend.

It's only when Ginny and Dean break up that Harry starts to panic, not that Ginny won't reciprocate his feelings, only that Ron will be mad. It's one of the reasons I love hinny as a couple… on some level they both know. Even when neither of them want to haha.

Harry never views Dean as an obstacle in canon, because really he's not (sorry Dean, I still love you). I think he probably had very fleeting moments of envy (I wrote about Harry not liking Ginny wearing Dean's West Ham jumper 😅), but I don't think Harry believes for a moment that Dean is competition (I did write him having a little crisis of confidence about Dean post sectumsempra incident in FAIY, but that's really just Harry looking for ways to make himself feel bad because of his guilt). Dean is just a convenient reason for Harry not to deal with a messy emotional situation.

Really, is it any wonder Dean smashes that glass?

Anyway, apologies for the essay, I do really appreciate being sent prompts and I wish I could fulfil this one to your satisfaction! I hope someone with a slightly different hinny interpretation than me might be inspired by it ❤️❤️❤️

[mustlovemassiffs]

Hello Sergeant Hound, sir ! I heard you guys had tattoos, so I wanted to know what is the best tattoo of the Guard in your opinion and do you have some ink yourself ?

Thank you for your service !! (And could you please give some scratches to Grizzer for me ? 🥺)

Hi there! A lot of us get tattoos, yeah. I guess it's our way of being unique even if we share DNA.

I think the best tattoo in the Guard is probably the one that our CMO has: It's a bacta patch on his chest and the ink they used makes it look like it's really glowing! Makes me do a double take every time. Either that or the tramp stamp that Thorn got....

Anyways, yeah I've got tattoos. I've got Grizzer's front pawprints on my thigh cos that's where she puts 'em when I'm sitting down and she wants a scratch. Thire gave me a stick and poke once of my helmet, that was pretty cool. Oh, and I've got the same tooth pattern that's on my helmet tattoed at the base of my neck! Looks sorta like a necklace, I guess. Also, one time Fox bit me (as a joke, I'm sure...) and I let Thire ink over the marks before they faded. So now I've got Fox's bite mark on my arm forever. They're cool even if I was worried he was going rabid at the time.

And of course I can give her some love for you! She's wriggling all happy now cos I told her someone on the holonet wanted to give her scratches. She doesn't know what any of that means, of course, but I used the mushy gushy high-pitched voice she likes so she's excited.

Thanks for dropping by!

[nanawritesit]

ATEEZ HCs: How They Would Act Around Their Crush

Hongjoong:

He tries his best to act cool even though his heart is beating uncontrollably every time you’re around

Probably tries to impress you by acting like the chill leader/ master composer

But eventually the guys (mainly Wooyoung) will test his patience and he goes full dad mode 💀

He’ll think he lost you for sure but little did he know that’s what made you fall for him 🥰

He always asks your opinion on their concepts and finds himself not being as protective over his work as he usually is

He wants to ask you out so bad but he’s convinced you don’t like him :(

He’d probably ask Seonghwa to do some detective work to figure out if you have a crush on him or not

Mama Hwa is like “are you blind” but does it anyway (what a good hyung 😭)

He approached you like “yo Y/N hongjoong dumb af and doesn’t think you like him, i’m gonna tell him you do and you’re gonna have to act surprised when he confesses”

So of course that’s what you do, you can’t have the poor boy feeling stupid 🥺

Seonghwa:

Is actually very calm and collected around you. He also finds himself smiling the entire time he’s talking to you

He always sits next to you, asks your opinion in group discussions, and checks on you when you drift away from the group

He’s also such a gentleman, always holding the door for you, carrying things for you, pulling out your chair 😭

He actually wins you over when he stops you from walking out in front of a moving car… it all seemed to happen in slow motion and he was so strong and handsome as he pulled you into his chest 💓

You would’ve asked him out right then and there if everyone hadn’t ran up to you asking if you were okay

He’d be very nervous when it came to actually confessing to you 🥺 He’d probably keep it short and sweet, just holding your hand and saying “I like you. Do you accept me?” while making intimate eye contact.

Breaks out into the cutest smile when you say yes, and will probably impulsively pull you into a hug 🥰

Yunho:

This man does not know how to act, he kind of just stands there like 🧍

He’s SO stiff, the guys even ask him if something is wrong with him. They eventually gather by his blush and the fact that he only does it around you that he has a big fat crush on you.

They actually have to TEACH him how to talk to you 💀

Mingi decides to be his wingman to make him less nervous.. the two of them will walk over to you and Mingi will start a conversation, then he’ll make up some excuse and leave you and Yunho alone

He’s actually very proud of himself for getting through a whole conversation with you! He needs to take baby steps or he’ll get too scared.

I see him as someone who definitely needs to become close friends with someone before he starts dating them 🥺 So it’d be a total friends for lovers scenario!

A fire gets lit under his ass when he thinks you’re talking to another guy and he gets so frustrated that he confesses impulsively ❤️

Yeosang:

He’s a big starer 👀 He looks at you affectionately all the time and only stops when you notice him

One day he gets bold and smiles at you and waves when you notice him, and when you do the same back he almost DIES

He walks over to you and says “I’m Yeosang, thought you might like a name to go with the eyes” omg so funny ahaha

He’s soooo flirty, like he never misses a chance to compliment you or drop a pickup line

If you match his energy he’s going to fall for you soooo fast. He strikes me as someone who loves when his crush gives him a hard time and teases him

Every time you’re talking, he leans in super close and pays such close attention to every word you say, nodding along with a soft smile

He looks at you the way everyone wants to be looked at by their crush ❤️

He would love to wait to ask you out for the sake of logic and a slow burn, but he just can’t help himself when it comes to you. He can’t wait another second to make you his!

And of course you feel the exact same way :)

San:

This man is ALL giggles

He’s always in such a silly goofy mood around you

Everything you say makes him laugh, even things that aren’t meant to be jokes 💀

I see him as being very touchy with his crush (as long as you’re comfortable with it of course)

Like he’s always putting a hand on your shoulder or squeezing your arm when he talks to you

Also makes sure that you’re never left out of a conversation, and if you’re saying something that no one seems to be listening to he’ll lean over to you and start talking about it 🥺

If you’re ever in a group setting and you start paying more attention to someone else, he’ll just pout and look at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes (he gets so happy when you talk to him again tho)

He’s so observant too, he’ll notice and memorize every little detail about you so he can bring it up in conversations later

You guys have a lot of late night texting sessions, and sometimes they get suuuuper flirty 👀

He’d probably wait a bit to give you the chance to confess to him if you want to, but if you’re too nervous he’ll take charge and confess to you

He’s known that you’ve liked him since day one, he just wanted you to get comfortable with him first ❤️

Mingi:

HE’S SO NERVOUS AND ADORABLE

He stutters every time he talks to you, blush staining his cheeks with a huge, dorky grin

Gets soooo flustered when you compliment him, and he won’t stop thinking about it for DAYS

Seriously if you pay him any attention at all he will be on cloud nine

And if you flirt with him? OH BOY he’ll combust, so many nervous giggles and thumb twiddling while his heart races

If you TOUCH HIM he will literally start short circuiting (mingi.exe has stopped working)

He finds himself admiring literally every detail about you, he honestly can’t even believe you’re real

He’s so convinced that you’re out of his league 🥺 So you’ll probably be the one to confess to him

He’ll be SO shocked, like “what? y-you like… ME?!” (ugh i wanna kiss him so bad)

Does a little victory dance on the way home ❤️

Wooyoung:

Bullies tf out of you 💀 Like he’s such a brat

He knows the effect he has on you and teases you about it constantly

PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!

Say some shit like “well maybe if you weren’t so in love with me” and he’ll be absolutely smitten

After all, the only reason he picks on you is because he wants your attention 🥺

He also whines to you a lot because he wants you to baby him 😅 Like if the boys are teasing him he’ll run over to you and pout, crying your name

You’ll take him into your arms (poor BABY) and ruffle his hair, vocalizing sympathy for him. Meanwhile he just smirks at the boys over your shoulder like 😏😏😏

He jokes around so much that you almost didn’t take him seriously when he confessed to you… he had to say it like three times before you believed him

But as soon as you understand you jump up into his arms, shouting yes over and over. He just spins you around and chuckles ❤️

Jongho:

He loves hearing you laugh more than anything else in the world 🥺 So he makes it his mission to be as funny as possible around you

He falls for you when he sees you roasting the other guys.. the whole time he’s just staring at you shaking his head like “this is it, they’re the one”

He will drop everything he’s doing to talk to you

Will go to events just because he heard you’d be there

Tries to make it look like he just casually bumped into you when in reality he planned the whole thing and spent an hour getting ready 💀

He wants all your attention for himself! He tries to lead you away from the group so the two of you can talk alone

It isn’t long before you start hanging out alone, and one day he shows up to your door with flowers saying he would love it if you’d be his ❤️

He’s also the only one who’s bold enough to kiss you after his confession 🥰 When you were hugging, he leaned back to look you in the eye with a hand gently rested on your cheek, then he tilted your face up towards his to curve his lips into yours

Both your hearts were beating out of your chests and it was hard to not want more :)

[nahoney22]

Hello lovely !! Take your time with the requests and keep yourself mentally stable,, remember you shouldn’t feel pressured to do anything , especially since you are so kind to write works for FREE

Anyways… i was wondering if you could possibly do a Hunter x fem! Reader and the 1 bed trope… possibly enemies (not necessarily enemies but they aren’t exactly friends) to lovers where the two just chat in bed and it might lead to something more ..? (smut maybe but not needed)

Again take your time and we love your dedication !!!

Living the Unknown Dream***

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 4k

Stuck in a scenario with just one bed, you and Hunter spend the night together and alone but neither of you expected for the events that were about to unfold.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only please. Share a bed trope (my fave), enemies(?) to lovers. Slight angst due to bickering, p in v sex, cream pie , swearing. Kinda twisted it up a little but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

authors note: Thank you so much 🥺🤍 enjoy your request lovely.

Masterlist 🤍

“Can you stop staring at me?”

The room was thick with tension and you were doing everything in your power to stay cool, calm and collected. But, as a pair of glowering eyes could be felt burning into the back of your neck, it was a hard task.

"I ain't staring at you. Believe it or not, there's not much else to look at in this room," he grunted dismissively, shifting his gaze but making no attempt to break the awkward silence.

Ignoring his response, you continued cleaning your weapons with unnecessary precision, desperate to pass the time with the man you found so difficult to get along with.

"There's a perfectly good wall to look at," you retorted, the bitterness in your voice evident as you finished cleaning the already spotless firearms. This bitter feud with Hunter had seemingly sprung out of nowhere, catching you off guard. When you first joined the group, you believed you all got along, but Hunter had a different opinion altogether. He wasn't welcoming, disregarding any advice you offered, and instead, he seemed to derive pleasure from observing your every move with judgmental eyes.

In fact, he was always watching you with a face like a slapped-

"If you're going to clean your weapons, you should at least have a clean rag," Hunter mocked, repeating a dig he had taken at you numerous times over the past six months.

Frustration and exhaustion made you snap. Turning to face him with narrowed eyes, you shot back, "If I knew we'd be staying here, I would have been prepared. But no, Tech had other ideas."

What should have been a simple supply drop ended in a surprise stay over in a remote yet civilised planet. Not surprisingly, the others had claimed the rooms which had left you and Hunter in the dark. You had a strong feeling they did it to see if maybe, just maybe, the pair of you could get along.

“We’re fighting in a war, you should always be prepared. I don’t know how many times I have to say this to you.”

You did your best to not roll your eyes but this was something that had been echoed into your ears. “Hunter, it’s a cloth. Not a blaster, or food or water.”

Hunter stands this time, moving in front of you and you curse silently as he practically envelopes you. He was so tall and broad that it was like looking at a wall… sometimes even like talking to one as well.

You feel his gaze on you and you slowly look up at him once he speaks your name, “I don’t want to have this recurring discussion with you. No matter where we go, you need everything. What happens if we’re in a fight and your balster gets jammed because you used a dirty cloth? You could put-.”

“You at risk, I get it.” Your tone was moody, which is usually whenever Hunter had to lecture you.

“No,” he finalised, eyes glaring at little that you would think he was talking just about himself, “I was going to say ‘yourself at risk’.”

You tear your eyes away from his glaring ones and sigh. “Right, whatever.”

This time he sighed, deep and annoyed. He was half-tempted to just turn around and get some sleep to get the whole night to go faster but he had enough. Had enough with your attitude, the constant bickering and so he had to make his feelings known.

“What is your problem?”

You’re moving across the room as he speaks, pausing once his demanding question strikes you in the back and making you turn to face him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard.”

“You’re right I did, I’m giving you time to think of a different thing to say.” You retort, folding your arms over your chest.

Hunter shifts, not even hesitating to move closer to you. “You have a sincere issue when it comes to listening to me. You don’t follow orders properly, you just…” he trails off, agitated.

“Just what?” You prompt him, scoffing.

“Why don’t you let me care for you?” Comes his reply and you couldn’t help but notice that it sounded… sullen?

Your body tenses at his question and the thought of him caring, genuinely caring for you made your stomach churn. You had never seen it like this, never seen him like this. His face was red but not out of anger, it was indescribable but if you could point out any emotion from it: it was hurt.

The silence was filled when he spoke up again, not gauging your reaction at all. “Is it a crime for me to care? To show that I have feelings-.”

This time your mouth dropped a little and so did his at the accidental confession. There was silence. Tension. The only thing that could be heard was the way your breathing sharpened and he could feel the vibrations of your heart pounding against your chest. Or maybe it was his chest - he was not too sure at this point.

With enough courage, you’re about to usher his name but he cuts you off and announces that he’s leaving, that he needs to clear his mind with some fresh air.

Mouth snapping back shut, you lose your voice again as you wanted him to stay, to talk this through but he was gone the moment the words left his mouth.

An hour passes. Then another. At this point, you weren’t sure how many. You were sat on the end of the bed for a majority of the time, staring at your commlink. A part of you felt you needed to reach out to him, to hear his voice.

It is weird isn’t it? Someone who has been in your life for so long, someone who grinds your gears and stresses over every little thing you do suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing them. Missing Hunter. But you’re stubborn, he’s the one who left.

Besides, he’s the leader of the group. A strong force, a cunning warrior and a smart man. He could take care of himself.

Your eyelids were starting to get heavy and every so often you would jerk up as your body orders you to rest. You sigh and begin to strip, pulling off your body glove and swapping it for your sleeping shorts and a top. Sliding under the duvet, a luxury that the Marauder didn’t gift you, you laid awake for maybe ten minutes until you finally drifted off to sleep.

Unsure how much time passed, you finally hear the sound of some beeping followed by the sound of the room door swishing open and closing. It was him and you knew it was but you didn’t dare open your eyes. How could you face him? He had, more or less, confessed… What did he really confess? He didn’t finish off what he was saying but you found yourself wanting, needing, him to say that he had feelings for you. The silent part of longing for him came resurfacing like you had the first time you met.

Still, you stay silent and your eyes remain shut but you heard his silent steps and could almost feel his contemplation.

Minutes pass at this point and you hold your breath as the other side of the bed shifts. After some shuffling, you knew Hunter got under the covers with you, keeping a lengthy distance between the two.

Softly, he speaks. “Are you awake?”

You remain silent, hoping he may just drift off to sleep. Hunter glances down at your ‘sleeping’ body. Your legs were bent comfortably it seems, one arm propped under the pillow and the other laid peacefully against the mattress. Your eyes were closed but you had chills running up and down your arms once he spoke.

“Don’t pretend,” he says after a moment of watching you, your laboured breaths ringing in his ears, “I know you’re awake.”

“I’m not,” your reply is cranky with tiredness but mixed in with sadness.

From then, he wasn’t so sure what to say. He tossed every possible conversation starter around in his mind but was pulling blanks. Then, you shuddered.

“Cold?”

Finally, you turn your head, looking over at Hunter to see his back straight against the headboard. His arms were crossed over his chest, not surprised he’s still wearing his blacks and you were half tempted to climb back into yours for extra warmth. “A little.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

You turned away from him again, sensing nothing but awkwardness. Painful awkwardness. Hunter chewed on the inside of his cheek. If he could he would do anything to make you warm again but for now, he stayed as he was.

It wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep, Hunter following soon after hearing your gentle snores and just waiting to sleep the night away.

Hunter awakes and he’s warm, wonderfully warm for that matter. His eyes slowly open, adjusting to the darkness of the room and he almost gasps out loud when he realised what had happened. He’s spooning you and he is, well, awake with a raging hard on.

The Sergeant tenses. The arms wrapped around your shoulders stiffen and he does his best to wiggle away from you without stirring you awake. He’s blushing furiously, the what from his cheeks travelling down to his stomach and creating butterflies since he had been cuddling you for who knows how long.

He was surprised to feel the cold when he seeped away from your body, his cock softening as he guiltily rolled onto his back, wiping the nervous sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” your sleepy voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, head tilting a little back with closed eyes, “come back. I’m cold.”

Hunter looks at you, mouth agape. You wanted him to cuddle you? After so much arguing from you? “I…uh…” the Clone trails off, feeling his cock that was once softening harden once more. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He gulps, inhaling a little but that’s when he smells you, not intentionally, but it was hard not to. You had been shivering so much that you had sweated a little, the natural scent of you wafting his nostrils and you smelt beautiful to him. If any other person had his senses, there was no way they could control themselves.

His voice was gentle as he spoke and that’s when your eyes opened to peer at him through the dark. “I don’t care, Hunter. I’m cold. You’re warm. Come back.” Your words were short of commanding and that erupted something in him. That fire you had inside always made him crazy. Little did he know that it was also a massive turn on of his.

So, he does. He slides back into the slot of your back and tucks one arm under your neck and drapes his other over your stomach. He doesn’t pull you flush to his chest, the fear of you noticing his boner stirred him a little but if it’s warmth you want then it’s warmth he shall provide.

You feel how tense he was at this gesture and you

regret forcing him to cuddle you just so you could be selfishly warm. After all, what were you thinking? He tells you he has feelings for you and now you want to be cuddled up in his arms. There was no denying how handsome he was and how his muscular arms almost engulf you fully. “You don’t have to do this.” You speak gently, hardly above a whisper.

To answer you, he relaxes and his arm curls more into you, your back now against his chest and you make the sweetest noise possible.

It’s a mix between a soft sigh and a moan and his cock, if possible, hardens even more.

Hunter curses inwardly and judging by your sudden sharp breath, he knows you noticed. After all, he had pulled you in tighter so that his crotch was centered with your rear.

Your sharpened breath quickens and he ever so gently moves his arm from your stomach up towards your chest, gentle fingers pressing against the skin and feels how your heartbeat has also quickened considerably.

Deep down, he wanted to hear that noise you made again but he knew he would be pushing his luck. You wanted warmth and that’s what he wants to give you. Nothing more.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps unsteadily. He was not even planning on apologising but it just slipped out.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle against your skin, the feeling of Hunter's warm breath tickles at you. You begin to feel him recoil back again until-

“Don’t,” you reply, voice just as unsteady as his was. Hunter stills and hears the fluttering of your lashes followed by a shuddering breath. He works his way back to you silently and ever so slightly lifts his hips, pressing against the curve of your arse.

He utters your name so beautifully that your lead lols back, finding home in the crook of his neck.

You’re beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous and you wanted this. Whatever this is. His hands find refuge on your sides, hands ever so gently seducing along your sides until his fingers find their way under your shirt. He waits, waiting for you to push him away but instead, you melt into him. You’re responsive to his touch, coaxing him to touch you more and more.

He’s straining against his blacks and he could feel his blood running hot everywhere as his hand comes towards the side of your breast, ever so gently caressing it to gauge your reaction. He’s trying so hard not to rock against you and into the warmth of you.

Then, he heard a soft groan of pure longing as his finger traces over your stiffening nipple. “Mesh’la…” he growls, low and guttural, watching in awe as your back arches into him just by his touch alone.

You begin to writhe, needing any form of friction between your legs at this point as you become severely undone. You were hot, flustered and so fucking horny. The lower half of his blacks are damp and he didn’t need to feel if your shorts were wet because he could smell it; smell your dripping cunt and it was just all for him.

He shuddered, the touch of your hand began to drag over his aching bulge and shortly after, you twisted your body to face his. He’s half-hunched over you, glorious honey coloured eyes staring down into your wanting hues.

Slowly, the hand that was palming over his blacks traced towards his hip, ever so gently tugging on the fabric as a subtle hint and hoping the clone understood what you wanted.

As wanted, he pulls away from you and very swiftly, eagerly, he pulls his blacks away from his body. Starting with his upper half, your eyes widen in delightful surprise as his toned body comes into view. Your mouth salivates a little and your eyes go down towards his crotch, still covered but wanting to breathe.

Again, you trace your fingers over his hips until they trace and tease at the lower half and so Hunter obliges to your want, shuffling out with a jerk of his hips and you see his cock spring free. And what a sight he was to behold.

He sees you look down at him, chest heaving from under your night shirt and watches your tongue lick your lower lip and almost choke on the word fuck. Hunter positions himself back to you, chest to your back once again and he grunts as he feels your leg come back and wraps around his waist.

You don’t say anything, your voice is absolutely non existent at what was happening. Your Sergeant, your leader was naked and pressed against you. You let out a little whine, feeling the way his cock slips between your thighs and nudging against your clothed sex. Ever so gently, he rocks his hips forward, just to get a better feel of his cock between your thighs.

“Your skins so soft, so…” he trails off, mouth watering as his hand comes to hold your waist and keeping you in position as he grinds against you. His cock was learning the shape of you and he closed his eyes, sensing how wet you were which he was so eager to slick up his cock with.

You had your own type of sense; knowing how much he wanted to fuck you and how much you know you were willing to let him pound you into the bed. You grab the fabric of your shorts, pulling them to the side and revealing your glistening folds.

“Fuuuuck, beautiful,” he looks between your thighs in awe, his hand coming down to stroke his cock out of instinct. Ever so gently, he slides the tip between your folds, focusing on everything. Your heartbeat, the sharp choke of your breath as his cock comes into contact with your pussy. You’re trembling, full of an aching need.

He’s breathing down your ear until his lips attack at your neck, teeth grazing and tongue licking against your skin that releases a refined moan from your throat. “You’re so wet. So needy, aren’t you?” His tone makes you twitch and pant, forehead sweating as you crane your neck, wanting him to love you more.

Hunter slowly rolls his hips again, the friction between your pussy and his cock was having him tremble and you swore he whined out a silent ‘please’.

He was begging for entrance at this point and you were more than willing to give. “Hunter…”

“Yes beautiful?” He pauses all movements, lips gently kissing at your cheek. “Is this what you want? Do you want to stop?”

A soft smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head back, eyes locking in the dark. “I want you… I really want you.” You whispered, not helping as your eyes locked to his lips and then back up to his eyes.

Hunter noticed and did the most logical thing, leaning down and placing the sweetest, delicate kiss to your lips. You melt into him and as he pulls away, it leaves you wanting more.

It was more sacred to stay silent than speak at this point, Hunter not once taking his eyes off you as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in.

You're wetter than what he had thought and gloriously warm. You’re also so tight and he goes as gentle as he can. Eyes fluttering closed, your head lolled forward again, face smushing against your pillow as Hunter began to rock his hips against you, clasping onto your hips for support.

By the third roll of his hips he almost bottoms out already, hips grinding against your perfect arse as you lift your hips as an invitation to take him all. There was no rhythm between the two of you, both taking whatever the other is willing to give.

A greedy groan slips out of Hunter's mouth from his chest once he feels you tighten around him; walls flutter around him as if you’re trying to draw him in more. In the end, he ends up rolling on top of you, clasping your hips to bring you to your knees whilst your face buries into the nest of warmth you both created as he takes you from behind.

You’re mewling for him now, hands gripping onto the sweat ridden sheets as you feel him stretch you open with every thrust. The force of him fucking your ripples through your body and you’re chanting his name, eagerly begging him for more and more.

“Hunter, Hunter,” you’re a moaning mess and you were already at the peak of a climax but you just couldn’t get there and so you begged for release. “I need more, p-please.”

He cooes your name softly, hand leaving your hip to gently cup a breast from under your shirt. “That’s it cyare. Not long now. I’ll get you there, I’ll make you cum princess.”

“I could-ugh-fuck-get used to you calling me that.” You pant, lifting your head and smile coyly at the Sergeant who only smirks as he masks in glory at how beautiful you looked.

“Good girl.” He utters through gritted teeth as he cock slips out of you messily, repositioning himself before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you upright and flushed to him, back to his chest and tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you.

Your mouths lock awkwardly together but it’s so sweet at the same time. He pushes back into you with a hefty sigh and despite the awkward angle of the kiss, you could feel the heat and longing it emitted. “You need to cum.”

His clever fingers trails down the front of your body, seeping in past through the band of your shorts that you still sported. “Oh,” you whimper once you feel his hands run over your precious bud and gives you more than you felt you deserved.

Moaning at the touch of his hand, he swallows your little whimpers of pleasure gloriously and he sensed you were about to fall apart at any given second. With enough pressure on your clit followed by the resounding pace of him fucking you, he pushes you to the age you were teetering on.

You come and it’s beautiful. You’re practically quivering against him, jaw slack and eyes rolling into the back of your head as stars blur your vision.

He slowed his pace and held you somewhat protectively. “I’ve got you.” Hunter whispers into your hair as you slump a little forward, feeling him kiss the back of your head. “Kriff you’ve came all over my cock, cyare. Such a good, good girl.”

With your high sloshing all over his cock, Hunter began to feel that tension and his knees began to shake. It’s too much and that’s when he pours his seed deep inside of you and filling you in deep only moments after you come.

His vision is dazed just as yours and he slowly pulls out and lays you down on the bed.

Your eyes are closed, legs twitching and so he does the sensible think of going to the refresher and getting some tissue for you both.

After you’re done with all that, he crawls into the space beside you and gnaws nervously on his cheek because you hadn’t said anything. Then again, neither had he.

“Was it okay of me to… you know?”

“O-oh yeah, I’m protected.” Comes your reply, soft spoken and almost shy.

With some hesitance despite just fucking you into the bed, he drapes an arm over your shoulder and you willingly fall into his chest. You sigh softly and he quirks a brow.

“Are you okay cyare?”

You look up at him through your lashes and nod. “I’m good, just a little surprised with what just happened.”

The clone rubs the back of his neck, still coated in sweat but he nods in agreement. “Me too but I enjoyed it. I just ain’t good with these types of things.”

You urged him to continue what he was saying and in the meantime began to trace your fingers softly over his skin, watching him get goosebumps as a result.

“I know I’ve been hard on you but like I said, it’s because I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I’m a soldier and since the Republic fell I never had to think about…” he trails off and you feel him take in a strong breath before he says, “loving somebody. I’m sorry if I came overbearing but I can’t tell you how much it makes me sick seeing you in any form of danger.”

You stare at him with doe-like eyes and your heart almost melts into a puddle at his confession. It showed you how blind you were at first; not realising his bossiness was just a sign of care; of love.

“I can’t, just can’t lose you.”

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[tadpolesonalgae]

i wanna see mor rip into az like you were saying in our last chat and see lucien and eris' reactions too. mor because i do think part of her understands that reader is hurting really badly, she attempted her own life after all. while mor is right to have her own feelings, she is generally known to be sympathetic towards hurt women. Eris because reader went to him for an escape from the NC, he was able to deduce it wasnt all sunshine and rainbows so he gave her the arrow. but he didnt know how bad it must've been that reader would turn it on herself and take it that far when she returned home. And Lucien because I think he would see Eris' niceties towards reader and see it for the older cranky brother/ younger intelligent sister relationship it is. And not even to mention Elain's own feelings on reader's attempt. I imagine that similar to cassian, lucien would take both into account before making an opinion.

headcanon that its lucien who drops the bomb on eris that reader attempted her own life with an ash arrow. 👀 eris has been shown to have a soft spot for Luc so i imagine him giving a little bit more of a genuine reaction to news like that from his lil brother? which would be fun to see, (soft eris when!?!?!?!?!?)

Idk I wanna see Luc advocate for reader and imagine the angst from like an Az POV too 👀Bc he talked sm shit ab reader and praised elain, and heres elain's mate defending reader in front of elain? Az's ego needs the hit and i think that in the right circumstance it would make him reconsider his own actions and make amends. I also think it would be a pleasant surprise for reader, to see someone she rarely interacts with still defend her. Not necessarily because he knows her but because it's the right thing to do, which would rock her world and give her a perspective change.

Elucien and Nessian in the way that you write them are really good support systems for reader rn. Elain offers her sweetness, Luc is a good advocate, Nesta is a protector, and Cass is relaxed. All things that i think reader needs rn.

It would also be a perfect way to introduce Helion 👉👈🥺

CC SPOILERS BELOW:

how do you think bryce and reader would have interacted? Im super curious to hear your thoughts as someone who wasn't into CC 👀 and how would you imagine she would react to ember and randall. (assuming the IC would let her anywhere near someone from another universe🤫)

-🤠 aka lucien's #1 defender

‘while mor is right to have her own feelings, she is generally known to be sympathetic towards hurt women.’

I feel like I’m struggling with this honestly? I feel like Mor would want to help reader because she’s obviously hurting, but then Mor is also hurting because of something reader’s chosen to do, which puts Mor in a difficult situation of grappling with her conflicting emotions? I hope chapter 18 doesn’t make Mor seem super unfeeling in one particular part 😭🫠

‘Eris because reader went to him for an escape from the NC, he was able to deduce it wasnt all sunshine and rainbows so he gave her the arrow.’

I’d lowkey like to see what Eris would do if he found out reader tried to kill herself? Especially recalling that part where he says something like ‘either do something or just lie down and die’? 😭 I can’t remember what it was exactly, but his own words kind of biting him in the ass/coming back to haunt him I imagine would be kind of funny 🫢

‘And Lucien’

WHERE DID YOU PULL LUCIEN FROM? 🔮

‘because I think he would see Eris' niceties towards reader and see it for the older cranky brother/ younger intelligent sister relationship it is.’

Ooooh this is something interesting because I’m of the mindset that Lucien still sees Eris as the rest of the IC does? That he’s so accustomed to this one view of his brother it’s difficult to see past the pain of his childhood in autumn? But I think that’s shows anyway in chapter 18 😳😭

‘And not even to mention Elain's own feelings on reader's attempt.’

Part of me wants to have more scenes where the wound is just split completely open and we get to see all the messy innards of the whole situation, but I don’t think I’m ready for a scene like that? I don’t think I’d be able to write it well?

I’m more of the position that things are sometimes better left to the imagination? Or not being touched on so directly and rather just seeing small traces and hints of it? We’ll see what happens later on in the story though when…stuff happens 😭🫣

(I forbid you from using any mystical powers to possibly guess what those events might be)

‘headcanon that its lucien who drops the bomb on eris that reader attempted her own life with an ash arrow. 👀’

I would love this, however I don’t think Elain would tell Lucien? While they’re close, they aren’t official or anything as serious as that? And also I think Elain would know how uncomfortable reader would get with more people knowing about it? But at the same time I agree that Lucien would be good and supporting kind of how Cassian does?

‘It would also be a perfect way to introduce Helion 👉👈🥺’

GIRL not more Helion 😭🤦🙄

‘how do you think bryce and reader would have interacted?’

You keep canon Bryce FAR away from my dear cbmthy reader!! Fanon Bryce though, they’d be such good girl friends 😭 despite their obvious differences of course 👀

‘and how would you imagine she would react to ember and randall. ‘

I’m going to be honest, I hardly remember anything about Ember and Randall so I can’t answer 😭 though I did read some more of CC3 a few days ago! Slowly trying to make my way through it 😭💪

‘-🤠 aka lucien's #1 defender’

I’m still so befuddled where your mind pulled Lucien from since I don’t think he’s been mentioned since part 4 😭

[soulaires]

hi 🥺 can we please have some a little teaser/snippets from the 7 Evil exes fic 🥹🫶

OHHHH SUREEE 🤭 here’s some of my favorite lines from the fic 🫶 I have ALOOOOTTT of lines from it but here’s some few so I won’t spoil some things 😆

Expect the fic to be dropped this week or next 🫡

—

Warner could not help but entertain the thoughts that he might have been a better choice for a first kiss – not that he was particularly yearning for that, though. Kissing you? no way, that would be way too crazy. It was completely out of the question. That was just a wild and outlandish notion, but…

Aaron Warner sure would have been a better first kiss.

But that’s only his own personal opinion. He genuinely has no real interest in it, none whatsoever.

He didn’t really care about you anyway.

—

“Never, love.” his tone laced with a mock seriousness that matched your theatrics. You chuckled in response, pink blush coloring your cheeks.

Huh. Cute.

“I’ll stay here for awhile, it’s suffocating out there.” you said.

Warner’s eyebrow arched slightly, “Won’t your date miss you?” there’s something in his tone that you couldn’t quite understand.

You met his gaze, ”If I cared about that, I would not be here.”

What? Warner raised an eyebrow, curiosity now visible to his face, “Touché.”

—

“You should get back.” he pointed back to the ballroom.

“Right, they must be finding me right now.” you replied.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t.” You smiled at him and winked.

You winked at him. You winked. Good god.

—

“Oh yeah?” Warner said, smirking. His eyes on you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

“Yeah—God, I hate you.” you muttered

“Say it again.” he countered and you feel like you are going insane. Oh My god.

“Would you love me to whisper it in your ears?” You teased back.

Warner was speechless. Aaron warner doesn’t get speechless—yet here he is. A comfortable silence settles between you two, The tension between you two crackled like electricity. As your teasing reached its crescendo, a moment of silence suddenly settled over you guys. The heated exchange had given way to an unexpected pause, and your eyes met his. In that unguarded second, the tension shifted from amusement to something else entirely.

“Aaron?” you questioned, noticing his silence.

“You gotta stop doing that.” he mumbled.

“doing what?”

Saying things that makes me want to kiss you.

—

Aaron can’t breathe. It’s like you have stolen every oxygen he has.

You put your hands to his waist, and it was over.

So, he kissed you. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission, without thinking. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else. He had to grab back the breath you were holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.

—

As consuming as it is, Aaron Warner’s primal desires carve a divide between you and harsher traits. He becomes a pristine canvas under your touch, molded by your influence, and he has never been this close to God before.

He knows a religion and God has no use to people like him, but God, you are a temple and He is a sinner in need somewhere to worship.

He feels your soul entangle and untangle an endless cataclysmic cycle as both of your tongues engage in a wedding dance, sending him to the highest of highs and sending him drifting

down,

down,

down,

Down into a glorious drop.

He is sent into a stupor by your hands because they are destitute and devouring. His desires, deceitfully sweet, stain his clothing with sin and sweetness Warner welcomes the waves with all the lightning, fire, drowning, and heaven-and-hell he can muster despite the waves getting rougher and calmer with each passing minute.

Warner is at your mercy.

—

[rigginsstreet]

The first time it happens, its completely accidental. He was going to offer Billy a Razzle anyway, its just that when he gets out of the gas station Billy's got Dustin cornered with the gas pump, and its long been established that threats and demands aren't in Billy's language.

So he waves the Razzle box, lets the hard candies clank around, gets Billy's attention and proffers the box with an innocent; "want one?"

Billy, of course, shelves the pump immediately and eats over half the box of the drop-off route.

It kind of leads onto the second time. Steve stashes the box in his door panel while they light up cigarettes, and it remains forgotten until a few days later, when Billy's bony little finger keeps jamming between his ribs to the constant tune of; "Give me a Razzle."

"Are you allergic to saying please?" he quips straight back, and has a moment of horrifying realization that he basically has become a parent before Billy sneers and grinds out;

"Please give me a fucking Razzle, before I break both your arms to get at'm."

And. That's about as close to genuine manners as Billy's ever gonna get, so Steve digs one out.

Billy says please without prompting the next time he pesters for one. There are practically neon thought signs blaring over Steve's head as they drive to the quarry.

He learns the hard way Wham sticks are apparently the scum of the candy world in Billy's opinion. He gets a bruise on his temple, Mike gets his brand new sunglasses curb-stomped, and only the desperate promise of a Burger King if Billy behaves gets his tantrum to settle. In all fairness, Mike was the cause of said tantrum anyway.

Still. Three's a pattern, and once Steve's dropped them all home he heads straight to the grocery store. Joyce takes one look at the mass of candy he dumps on the counter and wryly says; "I hope you're not giving Will access to all this."

"I'm training a wild animal," Steve answers cryptically, and Joyce gives him a look that says she 100% doesn't know if he's bullshitting or not.

When Billy gets restless on their mini-roadtrip two weeks later, Steve jams a candy necklace over his head and gets a solid forty minutes of peace while Billy nibbles. The constant battle to get Billy to keep his feet off his mom's crystal coffee table ends when Steve starts casually offering a pack of Smarties whenever Billy lets him push his legs off it without biting.

He's wildly amused the first time he witnesses Hopper bribing Billy out of trouble with a packet of Mambas.

Something about billy occupying himself with a candy necklace is soooo 🥺

[akookminsupporter]

Oh my God, anon 169 😫 Yes, Jimin said that. Which could've been a joke? I know your group has a low reading comprehension, but the point was you guys keep getting fixated on things that don't even matter.

We don't see 100% of what's happening, so we rely on context (meaning: all the members' interactions w/ each other and not the lies and manipulated clips you lot keep spreading and mindlessly believing).

You guys before that bangtan bomb: cameras = jikook fanservice and now, tkk on clip: cameras = boyfriends. Yes, keep changing that narrative, guys. You guys can do it. Coping is hard, I know 🥺

Anyway, just bec Jimin said that, you guys are celebrating and saying Jikook not boyfriends, or that the other members don't care about him, etc. Like, whut, you've never said anything like that and meant in a joking way w/ your partner or your friends? What happened to humour? Smh.

You camp on jikook accounts all over social media trying to get validation and feeling like not seeing Jikook on that Bangtan bomb meant something and that we're crying about it (meaning: it doesn't and we're not. to you guys, it might cause your ship is based on lies and imagined scenarios).

Jikook traveling and enlisting together was really a slap to your faces, huh. Can't wait for the chaos once the travel show drops 😌

OPINIONS.

[fairyhaos]

Hello miss yena I need you to kindly hear me out because.. WELL. Btw I'm the anon who sent the last ask about college bf shua and I also mentioned the hands. I'm just really drawn to men's hands and just ‼️‼️‼️ in my humble opinion that man AND seungkwan are both serving in that category. I don't even have nasty thoughts I just think that they look beautiful yk? BUT WAIT bc I really love watching asmr you know? And there's this video of a man massaging a model's hands bc he says that it improves blood circulation for the colder months BUT LIKE imagine shua massaging your hands ??? I usually have cold hands omg imagine he just wants to hold hands while walking and they're ice cold and he's like "oh ??? babie ? you cold? 🥺" anyway I'm gonna drop the video here sorry if this was too weird

https://youtu.be/OUwWwJyKatc?si=p8ye73aFhlX2dbpD

[link]

oh my god anon i get you so!!!!! bad!!!!!!!! we need to compare notes on svt hand rankings fr bc even though seungkwan has DELICIOUS hands (like not even in a weird way, like you said. more of. extreme appreciation) dk's just are top tier for me like 😔 his hands are UNFAIRLY pretty

also why is this video so relaxing to watch omg. and i can totally imagine joshua doing something like that pls 💔💔 his hands are always comfortably warm, and a little on the rough side (even tho he moisturises them vv well) and he's always so gentle, even as he's pressing down into the palm of your hand with his thumbs, kneading the muscle and looking at you closely to make sure he's not hurting you. and when you smile, letting him know that it feels nice, he smiles back bc there's always something so NICE about doing nice things for you and he jus. wants to help any way he can

[kakushino]

Greetings! I'm the anon from this ask! I swear I wanted to see if it was answered like two days after I send it, then I fucking forgot HSHSHSH.

anyway! thank you for the reply and the verrry useful information! With it, I could finalize and demonize my kny bbys. I could only do two out of four today, but I wanna hear cha thoughts on em.

heres Daisuke! Two versions, I can't decide between grey or tanish skin

As seen in the little doodles next to him, he's a water demon! not directly related to Giyuu and his bloodline, but kinda like cousins.

The Nakamura line of demons are coastal/ sea demons! They earliest documented ancestors of their escaped the facility that held them and vanished into the sea. There, they lived in small groups. Sometimes, the females would leave to have offspring with other demons (mostly demons that lived in the town near the sea) and come back. The bloodline was mostly, perfectly pure.

Living in the ocean by Izu Peninsula, they would occasionally devoure the unfortunate tourist that wandered to close to one of them and didn't consider their warning. Or the occasionally disrespectful teenagers that took daddy's boat out to the sea and threw their trash overboard. So far, from the entire bloodline, they all together killed only around 15 humans. And that over several years.

They prefer fish, crustaceans, and jellyfish especially.

There's NO case of a domesticated Nakamura. All that have been captured and kept in captivity died soon after.

Thanks to poachers hunting them and selling them to eager scientists who want to be first to domesticate them, there's only 3 left. Siblings all too, the oldest sister Mizuki and the twins, Osuke and Daisuke.

I have sooo much more lore about them, but I think this ask is getting a biiiit too long. HSHSHHS I wanna know your opinion, thoughts, and criticism on em! If u want I could even give you the story idea I had for them in dms :00

OG ask

Oh I LOVE LOVE LOVE how you draw by the way!!! The details of the markings are spectacular and the sea doodles? 🥺🙏❤️ I'm in love!

I'd go with grey skin for Daisuke to be honest, just because it adds to the aberrant feel of a demon (and also because it looks freaking cool okay)

Cousins! Damn the lore drop fed me well! Nakamura demons my beloved! Have they developed more fish-like features? Like webbed skin between their fingers for easier swimming? Or elongated feet with fin-like structure? I adore the chomps doodle, it made me giggle ❤️

Where do they hide during the day? Underwater? In caves? Oooh DO THEIR MARKS GLOW IN THE DARK?

I honestly don't mind big lore drops! It gives more opportunity to ask questions and talk about it 😌 I can't wait to hear more of your OC's! Can I link this ask + future posts in the collab masterlist? 🙏