#as long as the character is named I’ll do em’ guys

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Day 157- Fierceclaws

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ GOOD MORNING, BABY !! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + f. toji + k. choso + t. fumihiko

☾₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, mommy kink, breeding kink, satoru and toji are just filthy, choso is so cute and needy, kento is the sweetest husband, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ g. satoru ; satoru tries to wake you up, but you just don't want to. and by try, he means he blew into your ear just for you to huff and smack him away, grumbling to let you sleep or you'd bite him. ohh, you are so cute, he just really can't help himself

“look at my pretty girl, such a mess…tsk, wish she'd wake up, now i gotta fuck her soft, pretty thighs instead of that pretty lil' pussy." “aww, your pussy 's so noisy! listen t' her...she's all wet, she's cryin' f'me to fuck her, isn't she? aww, poor thing...” “ooh, are you cumming, baby? cumming in your sleep like a slutty little girl while I fuck your thighs, so precious…”

✧ g. suguru ; suguru's hands move up and down your soft curves while he grinds against your thighs, quiet, sticky noises sounding in the room. you're so adorable, he wants to shake you awake but teasing you with his thick cock nudging against your clit is so much more fun

“you’ve always been so responsive, i didn’t think my dick between your thighs would get you like this, princess.” “oh? was that my name? don’t tell me you’re having a wet dream about me. so dirty, baby, thinking of me like that while sleeping when I’m right here with you.” “don’t you wanna wake up and move my cock somewhere other than your thighs? c'mon, princess, wake up for me.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ k. choso ; not outright fucking you is painful, but he doesn’t want to wake you up. He’s so fucking hard, that dream affected him more than he thought, and before he knew it, he was fucking your thighs, not caring how loud he was being.

“baby, baby, fuck, hoohmygodd, please! need y'so bad, so fuckin' soft, so soft, fuck, could d' this to you all the time, never wanna stop, p-please, god, 'm gonna cum all over you-!” “sticky fuckin' p-pussy's beggin' me t' fuck it, b-but wanna see you look at me. c'mon, c-c'monnn, please wake up, let me stick it in, o-or 'm gonna waste it a-and cum all over your cunt.” “oh, mmh, ’m cumming, ’m cumming, baby, i-i’ll clean y' up after, g'nna fuck you again 'n' again 'n' againnn, fuck, ’m cumming-!”

✧ t. fumihiko ; poor thing, fumihiko honestly tries to deal with it by himself, trying to just jerk off in the bathroom, but it doesn't work. he knew what he needed, he needed you, needed to touch and feel you around him. with shaky hands holding your thighs, he slides his aching cock between your thighs, moaning so cutely…and when you wake up and start cooing to him, he absolutely loses himself.

“i’m-i’m gonna mess you up so bad, been wantin’ to leave you a mess for so long, so fucking long, 'm g-gonna cum all over your pretty thighs. 's okay, right? right? mmh, okay, 'm gonna do it, 'm gonna cum on 'em.” “y-yeah, yeah, fuck, your thighs are so soft, feel so good around my cock, gonna cum all over them, m-ma'am.” “'s so much cum, i can’t stop cumming, m-mommy, ’m losing my mind, love your thighs, they're so soft, s' soft, thank you, thank you, thank you-!”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ f. toji ; it’s not uncommon for toji to wake up in the middle of the night, cock hard in his sweats. can you blame the guy when he's sleeping next to the sexiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on. he thanks whatever god there is for giving him a wife like you who lets him fuck your soft thighs until you wake up up so he can stuff you full of cum instead of wasting it on your stomach.

“’s time to wake up, mama, don’ ya wan' me t' fuck your needy cunt 'stead of these pretty thighs?” “aw, y'look soooo cute and dumb right now…my pretty thing. c'mon, spread those legs for me, mama, toji's gonna take care of ya.” “did y' dream 'bout me fucking your thighs? yeah? mm, you’re takin' my cock like you wanted me t' fuck you awake…hm? you want that next time? mm, i’ll keep it in mind, baby girl, now shut up and let me fuck you dumb.”

✧ n. kento ; he usually only does this when he’s very very frustrated from working, coming home to see his pretty baby in one of his button-ups sleeping, thighs out in the open. he can’t help himself, softly calling your name as he slides his hard cock slowly in and out between your thighs, giving you soft smile when you wake up.

“sorry to wake you, darling, I know it’s late, but I need you. you just...look so beautiful, i couldn't help himself.” “you were responding so cutely in your sleep…would you rather I be inside you? ask nicely, honey, and I’ll give you what you want. you know a good husband does whatever his wife asks.” “so, so pretty like this, i could fuck you for days. should i do that, my sweet girl? mm, maybe i should take tomorrow off and keep you in bed all take, make sure that my seed takes. what do you think, sweetheart, you want me to give you a baby?”

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[callooopie]

Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. 2)

— The hastily written during work break edition —

I get messages from the stars, when you’re making love to me — Messages From the Stars // The Rah Band

i go to college to get more knowledge but why does college interfere with my tumblr writing 😔 I’m not even at school yet and I’ve gotta start kicking into academic gear..

In light of some recent episode developments. I think I’ll rescind the headcannon that his name is Benjicot Davos. It’s just Davos now. (Lowkey… I thought HBO would just honestly write out the character of Benjicot… I was apparently wrong when they just mentioned him ig) anyways new headcannon Davos has a little brother, surprise. Ben’s gotta learn unhinged behavior from somewhere after all.. and what better way to start than with his “cool” older brother.

You know that text post that goes like “Have you ever argued with your girlfriend?” “Nope. She tells me to shut up and I do.” That was actually a text convo between Davos and his friend. He’s dumb, but not stupid. If you tell him to do something he’s doing it (as long as it’s legal… then again he’s really not the type to listen to the law)

He likes slow and domestic mornings. Getting up late, brushing your teeth together. He’ll flick water at you as you’re brushing your hair or doing your skincare routine with the most dopey and tired smile. He knows he’s won when you stop what you’re doing to stare at him with an unamused look. He washes his face like a lunatic though (both hands just furiously rubbing his face with little to no product). He’ll make the coffee and you turn on the tv. Pure silence except for the background noise of a news channel or show. Don’t even get him started on the part where you both fall back asleep on the couch as the sun rises and sunlight funnels in through the curtains. Pure bliss.

He LOVES girls night. How did he get an invite? He didn’t! But he’s quiet and normal, so he gets the girls night pass. It could be just you, or a few friends, even a group. But Davos will be there using the face masks, eating the finger food, drinking the fancy drinks. His girls night pass gets revoked though because he does not pay attention to the talk. He’s too busy devouring the charcuterie board to care about drama! …oh that’s the whole point of girls night? Oh… “Oh—and we like her right? …she’s problematic? …So we hate her? Oh… okay yeah she sounded weird—“

“Unique” pet names. There’s always the classics (love, darling, cutie, honey) but he’s got a few under his belt that turn heads, in a bad way maybe. He starts off pretty tame, he uses “my lady” a lot (chivalry-pilled). “Ma’am” too. “My lady” has a chance to devolve into “my liege” :/ Davos calls you pookie and you call him pookie back. You’re both pookie what can I say (sometimes uses the shortened ‘pooks’). Every single pet name he uses must have ‘my’ in front of it. “Do you want to get that pizza from that one place, my lady? Yeah? Okay—No I can pay don’t worry about it, my lovely.”

If you’re not a gamer, but you like to play in both casual and competitive games with him. The only reason you’re having a pretty good game in a competitive game is because Davos is fighting for his life to give you guys the W. Sometimes you’re a little lost, sometimes you clutch up. But usually it’s him, keyboard furiously clicking, eyes darting around his monitor. His face is literally in the monitor he’s so locked in. And you’re just in the call like (“Aw dang it I died.. woww you make it look so easy!”) “Me? No you’re doing work too—look at all those assists and kills you got. You’re pulling your weight too. You get ‘em low I clean up. It’s these other fuckers on our team that aren’t—“ (he went 30/14/5 and you went 10/21/16)

Regardless of your skills in video games, he gets so hype for you in them. Casual or competitive, he’s screaming about every single achievement you or you both make. A clutch round you win all by yourself? GG EZ TELL EM TO GO NEXT THEY DON’T WANT YOUR SMOKE. You build something in your shared Minecraft world? Stunning, beautiful. The architecture is to die for. The redstone? You did that all yourself? He would’ve thought you followed a tutorial it was so good!

Can eat, will eat. He’s a big strong boy, he’s gotta eat. Which means if you ask for Taco Bell or McDonald’s at 2 am? He’s gonna get some with you! You can honestly just text him an order and he’ll understand right away. This turns into you both driving around late at night, music blasting and you feeding him fries. Speaking of food; he’s a heavy believer in the ‘boyfriend tax’. He will steal a sip of your drink or a bite of your food, regardless of consequences.

I do believe Davos is sassy. It’s like dangerous levels of sass he gives you sometimes. It makes you do a double take. Side-eyes, eye rolls, scoffs, dramatic sighs. He is a drama queen.

How he deals with others who bother you in public can range between normal and not normal. Davos has a few options that run through his mind when you encounter a catcaller or unwanted advances. He can either tell the guy to fuck off, start a fight, start barking at him. He will bark, he has barked. It startled you more than the offending guy. But also Davos knows when to get serious, when to actually deal with someone who’s invading your space or not leaving you alone. He’s a tall dude, he works out. He can be pretty imposing. And he’s not afraid to be the first one to hit or push, especially if the offending man has gotten on his nerves too. And not just because they were trying to flirt or shoot a shot at you.

A big aquarium date guy. Or any date really. Actually, any way he can hang out or be near you is considered a date to him and something that makes his day much better. He likes spending time with you, and he likes showing you off to the public. He gets to walk next to you and say “that’s my date! They’re on a date with me!” It’s perhaps the best part of the whole day, being able to be seen right with you. Even if you’re just a passing couple, two people in the midst of a whole crowd, it’s still something to Davos. And that something tells everyone that you’re his.

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Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 1~

Introductions

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, GN! Reader, No pronouns used for reader, no genitalia descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid of some kind, NSFW: sexual themes all throughout, every named character wants you, non con touching, smut, no sex yet! nipple touching

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!” You fling open the thick curtains to Azure’s room.

He was already awake, but he’s got a fierce mix of laziness, and craving you as a daily wake up call. So he was well prepared to stay cooped up for a while. “You’re the sleepyhead, been waitin’ all mornin’ for you,” He pats the cushy bedding beside him, inviting you to join.

You gleefully hop over. As you begin your decent, his arms fully envelope you, and pull you into his body. You snuggle against him as he inhales the top of your head deeply. “You shouldn’t crawl into everyone’s beds, Y/n��� Especially a guy’s, like mine…” He pauses, before he scowls, “Or Lore’s. Stay away from her’s too.”

Your heart thumps at the connotations to his words, and the proximity to his hot body that you’re far more aware of now. The way his body contours to you perfectly…

“But… You’re my friends!” You try and keep the fact that your burning up now hidden. Try as you might, it doesn’t stop the fact that you both can hear the sound of each others blood pumping faster, and harder.

“Don’t pretend your heart didn’t just jump,” he nuzzles into your head further, “and your so warm…” His hand finds your chest through your top and squeezes softly.

You jump out of his bed at once, “I’m gonna be late for my checkup with Llyr!” An excuse, sure. But true nonetheless.

“Tell ‘em i’ll kill him if he touches you.” He growls as he rolls over in a huff.

“He has to touch me!” Your face warms, “He’s the healer, Azure.” You roll your eyes at his back.

Azure grumbles and sinks further into the pillows and hay, “I’ll still kill ‘em…”

On your walk through the warren you feel uneasy… Something is definitely watching you.

“Oooooh Llyr! I’m here~!” You enter the vine covered healer’s hut with a mighty flourish, ready to get your business out of the way.

“Perfect! Welcome, Y/N! please, have a seat here,” His back is turned as he speaks. You can hear the sound of him using a mortar and pestle to grind something into a mushy, grainy substance. The sound persists through several long moments, a growing nervousness is able to sink in…

It’s just a check up! You breathe in.

“There… Now, Y/N, i need you to eat this.” He addresses you.

“What is it?” you inspect the bowl, it’s just a mushy, herby ball.

“You don’t want it?” His smile remains even.

“I guess I do…” Unaware of his special ingredient, you gulp it down… You trust the warren healer.

It tastes like roots and spice.

You don’t feel any different.

“Good. Now, take off your shirt”

“Oh… Okay….” Whether you’re used to having it off or not, you still feel embarrassed to do it for him. You cover yourself with your arms until he pulls them away.

“There, good job,” he coos gently. Your cheeks feel warmer.

He leans his head against your now bare chest, fuzzy blonde ear resting all the way up over your shoulder. “I need to hear your heartbeat clearly,” He reaches up your torso.

“O-kayyy—EEP!” As you’re speaking he tweaks your nipple.

“Good~” he coos, “Good response,”

He’s rolling your nipple now.

“Mm… I-Is th-this—necessary?” You question.

“Heyyy, Y/n~!” The warren’s playboy, and your ex, enters through the beaded curtain with a certain undeniable swagger.

The healer puts his arms up in surrender, “Mateo,” though his eyes crinkle into a smile, he’s anything but innocent.

“Been sent by chief to come get them” A sly smirk spreads across Mateo’s face as he helps you back into your clothes.

He rakes his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. His hand trails the edge of your ear, and he leans over top of you to blow a little puff of air into it. Your insides heat up, and you cover your face shylly.

“I-uh… Gotta forage with Aster soon anyway! sorry Llyr” You follow him out.

After you’ve both gotten outside and away from curious glances, he pins you to the closest earthen hut. His hand finds your ear to play with yet again, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

“How many people have you said that to?” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I should have never cheated on you…”

“We were together for like one summer when we were like seventeen cycles old.” While you speak you brush away his roaming hands.

He grabs you by the hips, and pushes you harder against the wall. His passion and frustration mixing for you specially. “I never stop thinking of you. Truly. It’s not even sexual all the time!” You feel his breath against your lips, and turn away.

“Wow that’s such an accomplishment for you. I’m soo honored.” You say, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom. “I’ll go find the chief myself.”

When you walk away, he’s left there somehow looking more hot than when he came to get you. Disheveled, hot and bothered… Craving you.

On your way, you continue to feel watched…

You open the woven bramble door to Chief Winter’s carved stone hut.

“Ah there you are, little one, have you come to a decision?” Winter is sitting, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back. His one green orb takes in all of you. Your own eyes wander across every deeply carved muscle on his body, stopping in wonder at every beautifully thick and jagged scar.

You notice him smile, pleased that youre enjoying his glorious visage. He uncrosses his legs and his loincloth is tented by something absolutely massive. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. “Yes sir… I mean no sir! I mean—! I don’t know yet… Sir!” You blather.

He asked you a moon cycle ago if you wanted to be his mate.

He laughs heartily, “Do not fret, little one, I find you most endearing.” His smile is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to such a hardened looking man. “But, I’m sure you have duties to attend to. You are dismissed. Do visit whenever though,”

“Y/n! Hey!” Lore pops out from nowhere and makes you jump.

“Lore! Gods, you scared me!” Hand over heart, you try to speak without gasping.

“Hehe! Sorry!” She shifts her attention to the chief, “See ya Winter!”

He smiles and gives you a nod as you’re dragged out by the bard.

Something is still watching you. You can sense it every time you’re no longer sheltered by the indoors.

She clings to your arm as you both walk through the crabgrass and clovers between huts. “When’s our next slumber party?” She puts her bottom lip out and gives you her best puppy dog eyes. She’s adorable.

“I donno, Azure said I shouldn’t be getting into everyone’s beds anymore…”

Her grip tightens painfully, “and… Where were you when he said that?”

“in…”

“His bed. Hm.” Lore pulls a jagged flint knife out of her belt. “Be right back, Y/n~”

you grab her arm, “Wait! could you please stop threatening eachother?”

“But!!! UHG! he needs to die.” She folds her arms, and tilts her head up defiantly, her back is turned to you.

You lean over her shoulder to get direct access to her ear. “No he does not, Lore. I’d never forgive you,”

“F-fine.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, she re-sheathes the knife. “You owe me though…”

“What do you want?” You ask.

“A sleepover! Duh!” She touches your chest, “And…” Her lips crash softly against yours, the scent of sweet herbs carries on her. “That.” She pulls back to look into your eyes before she saunters away happily.

You notice the position of the sun and almost shriek! Aster is so gonna rub it in your face if he forages more than you.

You hurry home to grab your favorite basket and head to the forest to join Aster. On your way, you feel that you’re being hunted.

“Hey Y/n~ Wanna make it a game day?” Aster’s basket is already a quarter full of little fruits and mushrooms, so he’s going to win, but…

“Sure, why not” You giggle.

“Usual rules, loser has to do whatever the winner says…” You don’t quite notice the devilish sparkle to his smile, so you naturally agree. Gotta have fun while you do your duties!

Your basket fills fast enough, you still lose, though it’s not like you didn’t see it coming.

Once you’ve both turned in your efforts of the day, Aster finds you at the banquet. You were putting your bowl away after cleaning it, when his arms snake around you.

“Loser…” He taunts.

“Hah! Aster, no need to be a sore winn—” His hand travels down to your bottoms. “er…”

“Shh. Do whatever I say, remember?” Fingertips find your skin now, brushing barely over it. “stand still.”

Shaking legs and all, you obey to your best ability.

He finds a sweet spot, eliciting a small gasp, and he stays there. Your brows knit, and you close your eyes. he pushes down harder, but still gently.

“Next time, I’m gonna take you.” His breath tickles your neck as he whispers.

You shiver, eyes wide.

[scudslut]

em's masterlist/guidelines

fluff - 𐙚 || smut - ♱ || angst - ✾

➳ Daryl Dixon

one-shots: sins and honey flavored sweetness 𐙚 ♱ ✾ heartsease 𐙚 ♱ a summer wasting 𐙚 midnight refreshments 𐙚 a new years surprise 𐙚 ♱ lazy mornings 𐙚 stay with me 𐙚 ✾ too sweet ♱

drabbles: taste me ♱ head w/ daryl 𐙚♱ daryl’s uncut ♱ s4 daryl 𐙚 ♱ ✾

cannock chase 𐙚

➳ Scud Frohmeyer

one-shots: take me however you want too ♱

drabbles: cockwarming w/ scud ♱ scuds a slut (canonically) ♱

➳ My Edits

normy's bday dhl burn, burn, burn new bottega

please send requests!

About Me!

em | 21 | gemini

hi everyone! this is so long awaited (i’m legit so lazy) but finally i have a masterlist/about me!

╰─▸ my names emma, i’m obviously in love w daryl dixon/norman reedus. i love to write and make edits — u guys should totally follow my tiktok account @mrsemmadixon or otherwise known as scudslut;)

i met norman jdkskajajs at the nyc comic con 2023, he signed the back of my phone case, i’ll actually die on a fucking hill. yes, he’s just as godly in person.

in my day to day life i work with animals 10 hours a day, they are my main passion aside from writing and whatnot, so if i post a photo of a really cute dog i met, that’s why lmao.

i have 2 cats right now, my baby lily i got last year and sophie who i’ve had since i was a kid. typically we rescue all our animals!

i deal with extreme anxiety and depression from a major accident that happened in my life a few years ago (so if i don’t respond or have trouble posting sometimes… that’s why and i really hope everyone understands.)

I love, love, love music. I play the piano and guitar, probably not very good but who cares. some of my all time favorite artists are.. and here we go on a rampage... deftones, cigsaftersex, wheezer, nirvana, mac, frank, lana, djo, catpower, the vines, dinosaur jr, labi siffre, the kills, tom odell, strokes, velvet underground, kendrick, norah jones, red hot chilies, the smiths, billy idol, the cure, no vacation, mazzy star, fleetwood, empire of the sun, pinegrove, otis redding, neil young, etta james, summer walker, motley crue, guns'n'roses, foo fighters, biggie, shady, nelly, jay-z, $uici$ide boys, gucci... and so much more, my music taste is actually bipolar.

on that note, i actually have a playlist for daryl + norman (music he reposts/i think he’d like) lmk if u want me so share them.

i’m canadian

my parents are both extreme alcoholics, so i suffer from a multitude of childhood traumas as well as current ones. we love it here!:) but id like to think i relate to daryl in some sense, if its the only comfort i get from it.

i could live off of pasta, watermelon and coffee alone

i spend my time either at my job, reading, writing, editing or spending time with some close friends.

and that’s pretty much me!:)

please feel free to ask me questions or request fics, i will absolutely love to do them! (as long as they follow guidelines) if your unsure, just message me to clarify!

My Guidelines:

absolutely no rape/SA/even slight connotations of it.

no incest.

hitting, slapping, or any extreme violence during play, is a no.

age play - i will dabble in this but nothing major where reader is barely an adult. the most i’ll do is early/mid 20’s and daryl is his canon age.

oh yes, and i will write for all norman reedus characters! if you want someone else, messsage/ask me!

gifs/dividers from @cafekitsune

© scudslut - all works are my own. please do not steal, copy, translate or modify any of my work!

[sabo-has-my-heart]

1500 Followers Event

*Gasps* Can you believe it? The day is here! The day is actually here! The day of….

Mitsuri: The 1500 Follower Event Poll!!!

Wait, what are you doing here?

Mitsuri: I’m… I’m here for the event poll.

Guest appearances aren’t supposed to be until the event itself…

Mitsuri: w-what? 

Well, I suppose I’ll make an exception this time. So, let’s tell them what the poll options are!

Mitsuri: Yay! Alright, well, with the 1400th follower (shoutout to @audrey-93 for being our 1400th) our wonderful Astra decided that she’d run a poll to let the followers decide what the 1500 follower event would be.

And what a great time to do it! During Election Season (In America)! So the options are as follows:

AU Event 3: AU Event 3 would be exactly like AU events 1 & 2 at 200 and 300 followers. Much like AU events 1 & 2, you will choose a character, choose an AU from those that I will put together, choose a prompt from the lists I’ll put together, and a please, thank you, or other form of politeness/pleasantry. Then you’ll send it in and if it follows my rules, then I’ll write it!

Open my inbox of 3-6 months: So I closed my inbox some time ago because I felt underappreciated. I felt like my followers and/or readers were treating me like some sort of writing machine that spits out fanfics without any sort of care about who I am as a person. This option would open my inbox to regular requests for a period of 3-6 months depending on what sort of requests I get. I would, of course, expect my rules to be followed and patience to be had, but I would open my inbox to requests.

Old Fic Rewrites: pretty self explanatory. You send in a request to rewrite one of my older fics. I’ll make a list of fics that I absolutely will not rewrite as well as a rule of how old a fic has to be for me to rewrite it, but in general, you’re asking me to rewrite a request. Depending, I may or may not add a prompt option to this. In which you, the requester, say “Please dearest Astra, rewrite this fic with this prompt.” and I’ll go, “Awww, how sweet of you to be so kind, alright, let’s see what I can do!”

Top To Bottom: This is a new one that was offered by one of my beautiful followers (named by me). What this means is that it will be reader (or character) x bottom!Character. Please Note that just because they’re bottom, does not necessarily mean they’re submissive. You can be a dom and be on bottom. Furthermore, this won’t be nsfw only. There will be sfw options! Do I serve smut? Yes. But this is an equal opportunity, all inclusive blog, meaning minors are allowed so long as they stay out of the smut!

Other: send me an idea! If enough people vote ‘Other’ I’ll take all of the other ideas and put them in a new poll!

None: you don’t want an event. You don’t want me to run an event. For whatever reason, you think that I shouldn’t run an event.

As a final note! I require 150 votes on this poll to run the event! That’s 1/10th of 1500 followers. I’m asking for a total vote count equal to 1/10th of the total followers to reach the milestone! That’s not that many. Heck, I have no way of knowing who voted and whether or not they’re a follower! You could message 150 friends and tell them “I’ll give each of you $2 if you go on Tumblr and vote this option.” (If you have this many friends and that much money, however, I think you’d be better off paying me, it would be much, much cheaper to pay me to run the event, lol). Or you could reblog this post as go “hey guys, vote on this for me!” whatever it takes to get 150 votes! Anything less and I will not run the event! I don’t care if it was 148, I don’t care if “I didn’t get time”. This poll will be set for 1 week! 150 votes! With that said, happy voting! (And happy voting season to all my fellow Americans. Please vote!)

[sturn1olo-ffics]

“That’s The Way I Loved You”

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- based off the song “The Way I Loved You” Taylor’s Version by Taylor Swift

- WARNINGS: kissing (making out ‼️), mentions of fighting/arguing, crying, break up but happy ending; NOT PROOFREAD

- ABOUT: Chris and y/n get into a huge fight over Instagram comments and she breaks up with him. A month after, y/n decides it’s time to put herself out there again. She finds a great guy, but he’s just not Chris. That’s when she realizes what she really wants.

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. And it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name. So in love that you act insane. And that’s the way I loved you.”

(Y/N’s POV)

I sat down on my couch after a long day and decided to open up my phone and check Instagram. My notifications were blowing up and I didn’t know why.

Chris posted a picture of you at dinner the night before with the caption: “My girl.”

You smile and feel butterflies swarm your stomach as you like the post and comment “Cringe 🤓” just joking around with him.

You check the comments, only to see hate comment after hate comment being left.

User332: “Bro she’s not even pretty”

y/nhater617: “why is he lowering his standards for her 💀”

User984: “i hope they break up soon fr”

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{ iMESSAGE }

Chris: Hey you free tonight or ??

Y/n: You wanna come over?

Chris: Ok mind listener

Y/n: You mean mind reader 😭😭

Chris: Whatever. I’ll be there at 5

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(Time passes)

Chris was over at my house. He was leaned up against my counter and I was sitting on the island across from him.

Scrolling through TikTok, I realize that this is a good time to tell him how I’ve been feeling about his Instagram comments.

“Hey, can we talk about something that’s been bothering me?” I said with a frown.

“Uh- yeah sure. What’s wrong?” Chris said worriedly as he stepped closer toward me.

“I just- you’re Instagram comments are always full of people hating on me… and I was just wondering if-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“Just ignore ‘em” he says in a nonchalant manner, like he didn’t care at all.

“Can you tell them to stop or at least turn your comments off?” I asked in response.

“What? No. I’m not turning my comments off on Instagram. And there’s nothing I can say that will actually get them to stop.” Chris said in a defensive, almost angry tone.

“Can you at least try?” I started to get fed up.

“Y/n. Not everything is going to be perfect just for you.” the words slipped out of his mouth.

“What?” I said, tears filling my eyes.

“Y/n, I meant that I just can’t do anything about it. What do you want me to do? Become a magic wizard and cast a spell on all these little girls to stop hating on you? Even if I could, I still wouldn’t care enough.” Chris yelled.

“Wouldn’t care enough?” I said softly, tears falling out my eyes and running down my cheeks.

“Y/n- it’s just this kinda stuff is what you have to deal with- it’s like character development. It’s a part of life- a part of my life at least-” he started to say before I slid off the counter and started to walk away.

“I’m also a part of your life. And if this is what it’s going to be like, then I don’t want to be anymore.” I said while opening up my front door, signaling him out.

“Y/n, what? You’re gonna break up with me over this?” he said quickly.

“I just can’t right now, Chris.” I responded as he walked out and I closed the door behind him.

I slid down the back of my door, salty tears rolling one after another out of my eyes.

We had gotten in fights before, screaming at each other even, but this one was final.

(ONE MONTH LATER)

I met a boy while I was at the grocery store. His name was Henry and he was really cute and seemed super sweet. We got each others numbers and started hanging out almost every day.

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{ iMESSAGE }

Henry: Hi!! I’ll pick you up at 6 if that’s okay?

Y/n: Sounds great! Can’t wait.

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But the truth is, I could wait.

He’s sensible and so incredible. And all my single friends are jealous. But something just felt off, every time we were together.

It’s been a month since me and Chris broke up, and I knew I wanted to put myself out there. So why did this superhero of a guy just not seem like enough?

I started to think about Chris more and more. Which is weird because I started to not care about the break up about a week after it happened. I always seemed to move on quickly for some reason.

I picked my phone up and shot Henry a quick text, asking him for a rain check.

It actually was pouring down raining outside, so I figured he wouldn’t question it.

I put on “10 Things I Hate About You” and plopped down on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and a Pepsi.

Pepsi was Chris’ favorite drink, and it grew on me over time as well.

“I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.” the TV starts to play as I tear up.

Chris.

All I could think about was Chris.

He flooded my mind.

But why?

I started to get up and make my way to the fridge to grab the container of strawberries I was craving, but noticed I had already eaten them all.

“Great.” I said to myself. I really wanted those strawberries.

There was a grocery store at the end of my street, so I knew I could just walk down there and grab some.

I gather my things in my purse, put my shoes on, and grab my umbrella because it’s practically storming.

I reached for the doorknob, but before I could grab it, 3 knocks sounded at my door.

“Bruh I asked him for a raincheck. No way Henry’s outside my door right now.” I thought to myself.

I turned the knob and opened my front door, only to find Chris standing there. Soaked head to toe from the rain.

“Hi” he said out of breath.

“Chris?” I was confused.

“I take it you’re about to go hang out with Henry” he said, turning around.

“No, actually… I cancelled on him.” I said sharply.

Chris turned around and stared at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I- I don’t know. One minute, I was playing Fortnite on Twitch. And the next I was putting my shoes on to come here. I think I just-” he was saying before I cut him off with a kiss.

He leaned into the kiss almost immediately. Both of us getting soaked from the rain. But we didn’t care. We just craved each other.

He pulled back and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One hand on my waist, the other on my back pulling me impossibly closer to him.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an hour, but was really 30 seconds.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” I said with a smile, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

He smiled back and pulled me into a longing hug.

“How about we go inside and dry off huh?” he joked.

“That, and you need to help me figure out how to let Henry down nicely.” I laughed.

“I love you, y/n” he said pausing his footsteps.

My heart jumped. He had never said this before.

“I love you too, Chris” I said with a smile.

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A/n: Hey guys! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I’m trying to make my fics better, so let me know what I could change. Also, let me know what you wanna see next.

Thank you for 80 notes on my last fic!!!

[definatelymrhyde]

TGS Page spoilers September 23 2024!!!!

Alright it’s time to analyze this. Robert Lanyon you are so Landone because I am picking apart your little speech right here right now

This is LOOOOONG so there WILL be a TLDR at the end!!

“Nothing but a line from a stupid play.”

“What?”

“What does all this rogue science business get you, in the end? Sure you get the odd novelty - - an invisible cat, a hot air balloon or two. But in return it tears your life apart.” - This is Lanyon mainly speaking on how he sees everything and what he’s observed yet again. All he’s heard about rogue science was confirmed to be true, Henry’s promise of telling him if he ever went to far is broken. He’s not going to trust anything ANY rogue scientist says at ALL this time. He’s not even gonna give them a chance. His point of view and opinion had suddenly (probably) solidified and likely won’t be changed, easily at least.

“The signs were there, looking back. It was so obvious that Henry was slipping away.”

Lanyon CALLS HIM OUT. Like. Dude. Buddy. It WAS obvious, but only to someone who could have KNOWN what was happening.

“And I helped him.”

Lanyon believes he helped make this all happen. And that by proxy, Henry’s condition is HIS fault, at least partially. As much as he seems weirdly calmly angry, he’s masking it in order to seem like he’s not sad.

“I brought people from all over London to see this place, to sell them this beautiful lie.”

Again he blames himself, and shifts some of it onto the lodgers.

“It would have been better if you’d destroyed this place. If you had, I might have been able to rescue Henry from himself.”

Lanyon stating he belives the society should have been destroyed. Gone. That it was an utter mistake involving himself (and Henry, even if it was Henry’s own choice, and HE chose before Lanyon did) In this whole thing.

“But now he’s possessed by a demon, or whatever the hell Hyde is.”

Actually? Good point, Lanyon! We don’t know for SURE what TGS Hyde is. Sure we have a general idea, but we’ve never been told in specifics and had it verbally confirmed.

TLDR;

Lanyon masks his blame and sadness with a facade of just playing up the pre-existing anger. He doesn’t think Henry could have done this on his own and that the society and the support it got from Lanyon and a little bit the lodgers was what pushed Henry to do this to himself. He states what we’re questioning, ‘what is Edward Hyde, really?’ Because we’ve never got a confirmed awnser from anyone in story, have we now?

AND FINALLY; A THEORY.

I think that he’s going to up and walk away. Any previous statements I’ve made in like,, Lodger Lounge or other servers ABOUT Lanyon dying? IGNORE THOSE I DONT THINK THAT ANY MORE. I think we’re gonna get some in depth emotions for Lanyon, which is unusual because like,, it’s Lanyon he is NOT getting caught openly expressing that shit. I think we’re gonna get a much deeper understanding of Robert ‘not my problem is my middle fucking name’ Lanyon!! That’s my prediction.

Anyways, making analysis of these guys my new job if anybody wants a character analysis (at least from my pov having a 100% in my English class as of now. Yes. That’s literally my ONLY qualification besides being the author of a fic that puts TGS Jekyll’s struggles into perspective.) just hand em over I don’t care. So long as it’s TGS? I’ll analyze it just give me a segment I don’t care, fanfic that’s deep and analyzesble? I’ll do it? A specific page or collection/progression of dialogue? I’ll do it. HAND IT OVER.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Mean It [Emily x Reader]

Photo credits: (Left) @coffeefirstpleaze (Center) @amekeii (Right) @flowersforfrancis

Prompt: Character accidentally dumps their coffee on someone in a very dramatic fashion; aka when Emily and the reader have their first date and it does not go to plan. 

Category: Fluff 

Word Count: 4.5K 

Content Warnings: Minor language and mention of drinking. 

A/N: This is just some pure Emily x reader fluff! The prompt is another from @imagining-in-the-margins and her lovely Meet Cute Writing Challenge. You could read this as a standalone or as a sequel to my story Moschino and Muddy Water. (linked). I hope you enjoy this story, and if you do, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you all have a good rest of your week. - Levi 

List with all stories 

_y/n_ = your name

_f/c_= your favorite color 

_y/f/s_ = your favorite senator 

_y/f/h/m_ = your favorite horror movie 

As Emily walked outside to the terrace, the rest of the ladies from the team semi-stood and ushered her over. Em’s chunky heels made small clicking sounds on the smooth cement floor. When Emily had pulled out the sleek metal chair, JJ leaned over and gave her a hug, quietly asking, “How are you?” Emily smiled and said, “Pretty good given everything that happened on Friday.” Penelope had overheard the comment but stopped the question she desperately wanted to ask due to the fact that a waiter was walking over to them. The waiter pushed Emily’s chair in for her and asked, “How are we doing today ladies? Are we here celebrating anything?” There was a choruses of, “Goods,” and one “Fantastic!” from Penelope. Emily answered the second question stating, “We’re not celebrating anything in particular today. Just a girl's afternoon out.” The waiter nodded at Emily’s response and then replied, “Well thank you for joining us this afternoon? I’ll start you all with some still water. Has anything on the menu caught your eye, or do you need another moment?” JJ, who had been looking over the menu stated, “Yes, actually. Can we start with a bottle of Chablis -- the 2009 Au Revoir Simonne and the charcuterie board?” Emily and Penelope nodded their agreement. JJ always knew the best things to order at a wine bar, and they trusted her judgment. The waiter nodded and said, “Wonderful choices. Is there anything else I can get you?” Penelope spoke up, saying, “Yes, Can I also get a shot of espresso?” Again the waiter nodded and added the coffee to his list for the table. At the mention of coffee, Emily cringed but waited to jump into why. Inevitably the story would make a full appearance while they were together. 

Once the waiter had gone, Emily turned to Garcia and asked, “How was your day in the office, Pen?” Garcia smiled and replied, “It was fine, but honestly when the team isn’t on a case it can be so boring. If the BAU isn’t needing my magnificent services, I can’t ethically ignore Stevenson’s Tax Crimes team. Stevenson’s research only requires me to code break and unencrypt, and as good at that as I am, it’s just boring. That’s junior hacker stuff and it rarely pushes me.” JJ smiled at that response and teasingly said, “Oh come on Penelope, you can just say that you miss having Morgan in your ear all day.” At this, Emily and Garcia laughed. When they had laughed it out, Garcia turned to JJ and asked the blonde agent, “Soooo, how is Will doing these days? Any updates for us?” JJ gave a small sigh and said, “You know I love him dearly, but he can be so uncertain at times. He’ll have an idea about where our relationship is going and then when I bring it up, he’ll backtrack. I know he loves me and wants to be with me, but it gets annoying you know?” Both of the other women nodded their understanding. Emily responded empathetically, “Maybe you should go and see him in person again soon? Even if you’re talking on the phone, tone can get mistranslated, and forget about texting. But I can tell he’s a good guy, and I hope it works out in the long run.” JJ smiled at her friends and their support of her and Will’s burgeoning relationship. 

The waiter returned and set down three plates and a bucket of ice on the center of the table along with three long-stemmed wine glasses. The lean man then said, “I’ll be right back, ladies.” Emily, JJ, and Garcia refrained from talking about anything super deep because they knew the waiter would be back in a moment which he was. The man set the charcuterie board on the center of the table, then placed Garcia’s espresso in front of her, and finally poured each woman a glass of wine. He then nestled the half bottle of wine into the bucket of ice. The man took a step back and said, “I’ll leave you all to your conversation, and if you need anything, just call me over.” The women thanked him and watched him as he moved back inside. Garcia, Emily, and JJ took their glasses and clinked them at the center of the table saying, “Cheers!” They all took a sip of the dry wine and passed the glass plates around. When each of them had some food on their plates, JJ turned to Emily; who quite frankly, they were all here to listen to. After a moment of anticipatory silence, Garcia said, “Alright Em, are you telling us or what? I personally can’t wait much longer.” Emily chuckled, appreciating her friend's concern. 

This whole girls' day had happened because on the Monday of that week, she had come into the office particularly gloomy. JJ noticed it immediately and asked what was up. All Emily had said was that she had had a bad date. That was all she needed to say apparently because due to that, JJ had asked Garcia if she had heard anything about this terrible date? By 5:00 p.m. that afternoon, Emily was being badgered by Garcia and JJ for details. Emily had acquiesced and agreed to tell the story of the date over drinks on Friday, but not before then. And now it was time to dish. Emily took a breath, and another sip of wine before saying, “Well. I had a date planned with someone.” Garcia could tell Emily was being evasive and said, “Come one Em, at least tell us their name. I promise not to stalk them online.” Emily gave Penelope a questioning glance to which the technical analyst said, “I pinky swear not to look this person up.” With this promise made, Emily said, “Well her name is _y/n_. We met sort of by accident in the Moschino dressing room. JJ, you were actually on the phone with me at the time.” JJ took on a look of understanding and said, “Wait, that’s the person! I didn't know you met her again!” Em nodded saying, “Yup. I actually ran into her again after the dressing room incident. She got me a coffee and we talked for a bit. It felt really natural, and I asked her out for a real date. Which happened last Friday.” At this point, JJ and Garcia were hanging onto her every word. It was a pleasure to have such attentive friends, and Emily continued, “Well we had a day and time set up, and I was really looking forward to it…” At Emily’s hesitation, JJ moved a hand over Emily's wrist saying, “But it didn’t work out with _y/n_? What happened?” Em gave her friend a soft smile and said, “No. It wasn’t _y/n_. She was great, but fate threw a few wrenches in my plan for a perfect date. I’ll give you all the details…” 

Flashback to Friday Afternoon 

Emily had secured a reservation at Noir 75th. It was one of the hardest spots to get a table at in D.C. She was getting ready in her Moschino dress to meet _y/n_ in half an hour at her apartment. This was when the first of the minor disasters had started. Emily heard her phone ping, and she swiped up to her messages. It was _y/n_ and the text read: “Hey, Emily. My car has a flat. I’m calling a cab and hope to be there in around twenty minutes. Sorry if I’m a bit late.” Emily blushed at the consideration and replied: “No problem. Sorry to hear about your car. See you in a bit. I’m looking forward to it.” Emily wasn’t worried about _y/n_ arriving on time. There was a leeway for their scheduled reservation and as long as _y/n_ was actually on her way, it would be totally fine. Emily turned back to her own pre-date ritual. She sat in front of her vanity and she pulled out her assortment of makeup. The next setback was when the restaurant called her, informing her that they had accidentally overbooked their reservations for the evening. Emily asked if there was any other way for them to get a table at the restaurant, but the maître ‘d had told her that he was extremely sorry, but there was nothing he could do. Em really had no backup plan for dinner. She knew that _y/n_ wasn’t expected to be wined and dined, but it had been so long since Emily had been on a real date that she wanted to make it special not only for herself but for _y/n_ too. 

Emily decided that she would ask y/n_ if there was a place she liked that they might go to instead. There was really no reason to tell _y/n_ about the cancellation while she was on her way over. With a final swish of her lipstick, Emily finished her makeup and put away the cosmetics in their proper place in the cabinets near her sink. Just as she was closing the drawer, there was a knock on the door. Emily did one last check over her face and moved to the front door and opened it for _y/n_. _y/n_ was standing outside with a bouquet of roses and the most beautiful expression Emily had seen in a long time. _y/n_ was wearing black form-fitting pants and a _f/c_ turtle neck with a charcoal grey coat that accentuated her shape. It took a moment for Emily to realize that she was blocking the door, and she composed herself saying, “Sorry, please come in. You look amazing.” _y/n_ blushed and said, “So do you, Emily. I got these for you. I know roses are cliched, but all the other flowers at the store were wilted.” Emily nodded and took the flowers from _y/n_’s hand. As their skin brushed against each other, there was a jolt that shot up Emily’s arm, and from _y/n_’s expression, Emily could tell that her date felt the same thing she did. Given the chemistry they felt for each other, Emily leaned down slightly and kissed _y/n_ on the cheek before stepping back and saying, “Nothing is cliched if it’s coming from you _y/n_. You could pick some weeds from the sidewalk and I’d still be overjoyed to have them.” At the compliment and the kiss, _y/n_ flushed and said, “You’re so sweet, Emily.” They stood there for a moment, each transfixed on the other. Finally, the spell was broken when Emily moved to put the flowers in a vase with water. As she did this, she said, “I have some bad news.” _y/n_ who was now walking around the sleek space turned toward Prentiss and said, “Oh? What is it?” Emily sighed and said, “The restaurant accidentally overbooked tonight and our reservation got canceled.” _y/n_ let out a breath. For some reason, she had been expecting something worse. She replied, “It’s okay. We can go somewhere else.” At this point, Em was done with the flowers and had moved to _y/n_’s side. _y/n_ was looking at a picture of the team Emily had framed on a bookshelf that was half knickknacks, half Zadie Smith books. Emily was relieved that _y/n_ was cool about having to change plans on the fly. Not that Emily had expected her to throw a tantrum or anything; it was just that she personally had a hard time when plans didn’t work out. With the news shared, Emily asked, “Is there someplace that you like that we could go to instead?” _y/n_ thought for a moment and replied, “There’s a great Thai spot about five blocks from here if you like Thai. Their curry is unmatched.” Emily smiled at _y/n_’s enthusiasm and replied, “That sounds amazing. It is the perfect weather for some comfort food.” _y/n_ wanted to ask Emily about the photo. She wondered if the people in it were part of her family or extended family. None of the six others in the still looked much like Emily. She held off on the question, just in case their conversation stalled at dinner. Then she would have something to fall back on. 

The two women made it down the hallway at to the elevator which was the spot of the next misfortune. With three floors left to the ground, the elevator jerked to a stop. _y/n_said, “Wow,” a bit out of surprise at the sudden stop. Emily and _y/na_ waited a moment, expecting the doors to open and someone from floor three to join them. However, after a few minutes, Emily softly said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” _y/n_ looked over to her date realizing that they might be stuck in the elevator. Emily moved to the litany of buttons near the doors and pressed the open door button with no response. She pressed it multiple times with the same result. Emily then pressed the help button. There was a momentary silence and then there was still nothing. Emily turned to _y/n_ and let out a small laugh at the ridiculous nature of their evening so far. _y/n_ joined in the laughter. Emily returned to _y/n_’s side. They both leaned against the railing and _y/n_ jokingly asked, “You’re not claustrophobic are you?”That got another laugh from Emily, and she was sincerely glad that _y/n_ was taking this all with a smile. Emily replied, “Thankfully not. I am, however, a bit upset that the elevator gave up the ghost right now. My neighbor told me it’s been finicky the last week, but he’s always complaining about something in the building so I didn’t really believe him. Maybe someone on the third floor will try and use the elevator and the doors will open?” _y/n_ nodded along and thought of something, saying, “There was a doorman that let me up to your unit? Could you call the front desk or something?” At this, Emily facepalmed and said, “I’m such a dummy. Why didn’t I think about that before.” Emily pulled out her phone and dialed the front desk. For a moment it seemed that the call was going through, but then it dropped. Emily tried once more and the call didn’t go through again. She took her bottom lip in her teeth saying, “The reception must be bad in here.” It took a half hour before someone on the third floor pushed the down button, releasing the two trapped women. At this point, Emily and _y/n_ were a bit tired and very hungry. Emily proposed just getting some takeout and staying in, to which _y/n_ readily agreed. 

Things seemed to be looking up when their Chinese takeout arrived and they were happily eating with chopsticks and talking about whatever suited their fancy. _y/n_ swallowed a bite of low mein and looked back at the picture from before. She asked, “Can I ask who those people are in that photograph over there?” Emily’s eyes turned to the aforementioned picture. Seeing it brought a smile to her face, and she replied, “That’s my team. We took that picture at Friendsgiving last year.” _y/n_ nodded and asked, “I guess in your line of work you kind of have to be close-knit, huh?” Emily pondered the question for a moment as she took a bite of her egg roll. She wiped the sweet and sour sauce which she had managed to drip on her chin off with a napkin before she said, “Not always actually. The BAU team works well and we are friends, but it takes a long time to get close like we have. Even if we do spend a good bit of time together. Our team has integrated well, but I know other teams have lots of internal conflict and don’t get me started with inter-office relationships. I’m very lucky to be where I am at the Bureau.” After a moment, Emily said, “I assume  it’s not the same dynamic at _y/f/s_’s office?” _y/n_ laughed hard at the suggestion, almost choking on her sip of water. Once her throat was clear, and she had wiped away the few tears that had escaped her eyes. _y/n_ said, “Are you kidding me? Even being cordial to some of the people I see every day is hard. I’m sure you have to work through a lot of bureaucratic red tape at the FBI and get annoyed with it. Well, I am that red tape. Being attached to a political party is a surefire way for half the people you're working with to hate you.” _y/n_ paused for a moment then clarified, “I don’t mean hate, hate. It’s just that you're working against them and there are inevitable winners and losers in politics. And the scandals, Emily. You have no idea how much we have to run around these people to stop them from ending their own careers.” Emily chuckled at this and said, “That bad?” _y/n_ nodded saying, “Talk about it. If you read the paper and you think that’s bad, the real thing would terrify you. It’s shocking we even have a semi-functioning government.” The conversation continued through the meal. 

Emily took the empty take-out containers from the table and threw them in the trash can. She turned to _y/n_ and asked, “I’m going to make a cappuccino, would you like one?” _y/n_ said, “Yes please.” Emily moved to her espresso machine and got the grounds set up while steaming some milk. When the drinks were finished, Emily carefully moved to the couch where _y/n_ was seated. Unfortunately for Prentiss, she did not fully notice where the carpet and hardwood floor met. The lip of her sandal caught in the rug and she fell forward spilling the contents of both cups on _y/n_. _y/n_ was not expecting to be sloshed with the hot liquid, but she was more concerned about catching Emily before she fell into what looked like a very expensive glass table. Emily gave a little grunt as she fell into _y/n_’s arms. There was a moment where _y/n_ just held Emily who seemed to be a bit stunned. After that moment, Emily snapped back to herself, righting herself saying, “Oh my God, _y/n_ I am so sorry? Are you hurt? Did I burn you?” Her words were coming fast, filled with worry and concern. _y/n_ assessed her condition. She felt hot and wet and her skin was a bit red, but the pain had mostly gone and she replied, “I think I’m fine. Are you okay, Emily?” Prentiss nodded and said, “I’m fine, just a bit embarrassed. God, I am so sorry _y/n_” _y/n_ gave her a soft smile and said, “It’s okay, Emily, it’s just clothes.” Emily nodded and asked, “Do you want to borrow something of mine for now?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “That sounds nice.” Em stood and gestured for _y/n_ to follow her to her bedroom, which she did. Emily turned on a lamp moved to her closet and found one of her oversized sweaters and a pair of sweatpants. She offered the clothes to _y/n_ who took them and moved to the bathroom to change. As _y/n_ stripped, a loud crack of thunder rang around the room. _y/n_ was feeling cozy in Emily’s sweater, cozy and tired. She wasn’t sure how much longer the night would be, but she felt like relaxing and called to Emily through the door, saying, “Em. Do you mind if I take off my makeup? It kind of got smudged with the coffee.” From the other room, Emily said, “Of course. There are some clean towels in the drawer under the sink. The drawer on the left.” There was a contented, hum, and Emily heard the a drawer opening and the sink running. Emily took the moment to change herself. It felt a bit silly wearing a fancy dress at home when she could be in something comfortable instead. Just as Emily was finished changing, _y/n_ headed back out to the bedroom. 

Emily looked over at _y/n_ and flushed. _y/n_ in her oversized shirt and pants was so cute. Emily moved forward and said, “Hey there.” _y/n_ took Emily’s hands and tipped her head up to which Emily leaned down and gave her a kiss. When they pulled apart, _y/n_ asked, “I’ve had such a lovely time tonight, but I don’t want to impose? Would you like me to head out soon?” Right after she asked this, there was another spectacular clap of thunder and lightning so bright that it momentarily filled the room with light. Right after this, the skies opened up in a torrential rainstorm. This wasn’t just a few drops or even a shower. This was rain pounding hard against the window. Rain that even with an umbrella trying to get in one’s car, the individual would get soaked. Emily looked out the window, and then replied, “_y/n_, you're not imposing. At all. Why don’t you stay the night? I don’t love the idea of you being in a car in this weather.” _y/n_’s eyes widened slightly as Em made the suggestion, and she asked, “Are you sure?” Emily nodded and said, “Of course. Why don’t you go to the living room and pick a movie for us to watch to wind down the night while I take off my makeup?” _y/n_ agreed and moved back to the living room. _y/n_ found a towel in the kitchen and cleaned up the spilled coffee as much as she could. She also moved the dropped cups to the sink. While Emily was washing off her makeup, _y/n_ asked, “How do you feel about horror?” While she patted her face dry, Emily responded with, “It’s okay with me, _y/n_.” Emily grabbed _y/n_’s stained clothes and hung them up so they wouldn’t wrinkle on a clotheshorse she kept in her closet. After a few minutes, Emily returned to the living room. She grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet and then moved to the fridge and got a bottle of wine and some glasses. She settled next to _y/n_ and set the blanket over both of them. With a glass of wine for each of them, they started watching _y/f/h/m_. 

Just as they were settling in and getting ready for the scary part of the movie, the power shut off. Emily had her arm around _y/n_’s waist and was enjoying the warmth coming from her date. This time she couldn’t hold it in anymore and said, “Are you freaking kidding me? What do the fates have against us having a nice date?” _y/n_ chuckled again and said, “Em, I’m here to spend time with you. I’ve been happy this whole time, even when we were stuck in the elevator. Getting to know you and spending time with you is what’s important to me.” _y/n_ took Prentiss’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Emily took a moment to calm down and said, “I appreciate that, _y/n_. You really know how to handle these situations with grace.” _y/n_ hugged Em softly and said, “Thank sentator _y/f/s_ and his staff.” This had Emily laughing and when she regained her voice she said, “How about we head to bed? I don’t think anything too bad can happen there.” _y/n_ agreed saying, “Sounds good to me.” Both women disentangled themself from the blanket and Emily put the half-finished bottle of wine back in the fridge. With their phone flashlight to light the way, they made it to Em’s bed. Emily pulled the covers back and _y/n_ slipped off her socks before getting onto the mattress. Doing this, sleeping in Emily’s bed for the night had not been how she had expected this night to go. However, she didn’t mind. She was being bold, and putting herself out there, and doing that with Emily felt good. _y/n_ was surprised that Emily hadn’t taken her socks off, and she jokingly said, “Are you sure you’re not a psycho, what with you wearing socks in bed?” Emily replied back, “Hey. My feet get cold alright?” _y/n_ smiled in the darkness and said, “Well I could help you with that.” There was another comfortable silence as Emily moved closer to _y/n_. Em started slowly by grabbing _y/n_’s hand, and when _y/n_ nestled closer to her body, she pulled her into an embrace. They didn’t need to say anything. In the simple act of holding each other, they said all they needed. Before, _y/n_ and Emily fell asleep, _y/n_ ran her foot up Emily’s leg slightly and Emily sighed at the feeling. Emily hoped they would have other nights like this. Hopefully with a better start to the evening. When sleep took them, the rain lightened slightly, and the whole night felt okay, no matter how many bumps in the road there had been. 

Back to Present 

Emily had told it all, minus the fact that _y/n_ and slept together in her bed. That was a bit too private to share yet. Garcia was staring wide-eyed and asked, “So… are you seeing her again?” JJ, added on, “Yeah, that sounds like a pretty rough night for both of you.” Em finished her sip of wine and said, “We are actually. The date didn’t go as planned, but we both had a good time getting to know each other. She’s really nice and kind.” At hearing this, Garcia gave a little squeal, and JJ asked, “What are you doing for your second date? If you tell us will you jinx it?” Emily laughed and said, “We’re doing something very safe. I’m going to her place and we’re ordering pizza and drinking beer and finishing watching that movie.” ‘And we might just get snuggled up together in bed,’ Emily thought, which brought a blush to her face. Garcia clocked the color rising in her face and said, “JJ look, she’s blushing! When do we get to meet her?” Emily rolled her eyes and said, “Y’all, It’s too early for that. I’m still just getting to know her.” Garcia pouted slightly and said, “But we met Will for the first time with JJ.” Emily, slightly exasperated said, “Garcia, we were on a case.” Now JJ laughed and said, “And what a case that was. But to echo what Penelope said, if or when _y/n_ is ready, you know we’d love to meet her.” The ladies continued their conversation and got another bottle of wine, and in the cool afternoon, Emily felt that life might just be okay; and she really meant it.

[kakujis]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

geto vers | baji vers

synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj

ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k

tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)

a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!

there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning. 

you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.  

“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.” 

“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in. 

“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.” 

you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile. 

“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.” 

“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off. 

when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully. 

“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.” 

you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him. 

you made sure of it. 

-

his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time. 

you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped. 

you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?” 

you nodded, of course you did. everyone has. 

“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”

it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his. 

you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace. 

“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone. 

“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?” 

“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“ 

“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.” 

he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home. 

you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose. 

“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers. 

“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.” 

you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?” 

“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh. 

“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back. 

the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end. 

suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt. 

“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger. 

“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting. 

“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently. 

you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums. 

“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response. 

“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you. 

“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street.  “please res-“ 

you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.

suguru. 

you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.  

you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.” 

you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too. 

“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!” 

nothing. 

choso!

still nothing. 

and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air. 

you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”. 

“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.” 

“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.” 

“what makes you think i can do that?” 

and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there. 

but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer. 

he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.” 

“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.” 

“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.” 

“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband. 

but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.

choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream. 

there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red. 

“… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.” 

suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers. 

“what the fuck did you do to them?” 

“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat. 

and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover. 

“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.” 

he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace. 

“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace. 

“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms. 

suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair. 

“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him? 

certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.” 

“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair. 

“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.” 

suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.

“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru. 

“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.” 

“am i actually a vampire?” 

“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.” 

“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.” 

he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms. 

“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.” 

he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off. 

you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space. 

when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations. 

you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn. 

“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.” 

you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.” 

“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home. 

“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?” 

he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.” 

“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.

“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist. 

luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room. 

it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.

the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice. 

in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever. 

“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.” 

“even if you lose yourself?” 

“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand. 

“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice. 

“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?” 

he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen. 

you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?” 

“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you. 

“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers. 

with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.” 

“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?” 

he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves. 

and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it. 

[colosplash]

COLORFUL SPLASH! HOME PAGE 🌺

TABLE OF CONTENTS;

1. Basic Mod Info

2. Group Summary

3. Character Intros

4. Tags

5. Interacting/Inbox

6. Blog Guidelines and Rules

1. BASIC MOD INFO

HI!!! IM ASHI (@ashipiko) and this is my fansekai, Colorful Splash! <3 these guys twirl around in my brain and do little funny dances and I thought it’d be fun to let em have their own little blog to do silly lil things 🫶

THIS BLOG WILL BE FOCUSED ON MY FANSEKAI!!! OBVS!!!! but they’ll be interacting w the canon charas and stuffs!! <33 if you are wondering my proseka faves are mizuki and akito 🙏

also I KNOW me and ashi go by the same name BUT DW!!!!!! SHE’S LIKE TOTALLY AN OC TO ME and I’ll most likely get who you’re talking about when you say ashi 🫶 like 97%

2. GROUP SUMMARY

“A group of Kamiyama High freshmen who love to perform their favorite songs!”

Colorful Splash! is a dance cover k-pop focused group which resides at Kamiyama High, formed by Ashi, the leader. They are a bunch of spirited first years, and despite facing issues of being unable to face the truth, Colosplash gets through it together, all for one and one for all.

The group’s main themes are breaking free, friendship, and fun.

Their main story takes place in year one of Project Sekai!

3. CHARACTER INTROS

ASHI TAMADAI - The Charismatic Leader

VIA KASHIKI - The Airheaded Delight

NAOTO HATANO - The Secretly Caring Grump

IZUMI FUKUHARA - The Always Smiling Spirit

4. TAGS

(more tags may be added in the future!)

All members will be tagged by their full name!

ASHI RELATED POSTS - ashi tamadai

VIA RELATED POSTS - via kashiki

NAOTO RELATED POSTS - naoto hatano

IZUMI RELATED POSTS - izumi fukuhara

There are certain “endgame” ships for Colosplash, as found in these tags. May change/be additions!

AKITO & ASHI - akiashi, 🥞🌺

VIA & MINORI - minovia, ☘️📐

NAOTO & IZUMI - izunao, 🍡🍧

(note: feel free to propose any other ship ideas! these are simply the most intended pairings)

There will be different types of posts on this blog!

ART BY ASHI - ashiart

FANART - colofanart

ASKS - coloasks

ANALYSES - coloanalysis

LORE DUMPS - cololore (will be tagged with corresponding character too!)

CHARACTER INTERACTIONS - colotalks (will be tagged with corresponding character too!)

NON-COLOSPLASH - noncolosplash

5. INTERACTING/INBOX

I will not be answering simple conversation asks! This is due to organization wants, don’t take it personally 🫶.

Please keep all asks Colosplash related, whether it be about a character, other characters related to them, lore, dynamics with other characters (both canon and members), analyses on characters, predictions, etc, etc.

Interactions with characters are allowed as long as you don’t bring your own OCs in! Feel free to bring characters gifts or if you’d like to see their reactions to things.

6. BLOG RULES/GUIDELINES

WE’RE AT THE END!!! one last thing to talk about…… wwwww 😔

Mod is a MINOR. That means no NSFW asks of any kind or anything else weird.

Please refrain from adding headcanons to any Colorful Splash! members, whether it be visible or not. I would like to keep my characters as they are.

More may be added in future.

[piercethegyos]

I wanna be yours (pt.2)

Ellie x overachiever/artsy!reader [modern!au]

Summary: You and Ellie always seem to have “hated” each other, until one day you realize that may not be the case.

[rivals to lovers trope]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[kind of (?) proof read]

[long chapter]

You walked into class the next day, but today you were late because your alarm hadn’t gone off.

Your teacher glared at you and then told you to take a seat. You obliged and looked for an empty seat, and of course the only seat available was the one that was right beside Ellie.

You placed your bag on the floor beside your desk and sat down.

As your teacher started the lesson, you felt as if someone was looking at you. You turned your head and of course Ellie was staring.

She quickly turned away as she realized that you saw her looking at you.

You thought it was funny how it seemed like she thought that you wouldn’t notice her looking at you, especially since you were right beside her, but you just ignored it like you always do and continued taking notes.

After class, while you were on your phone, you heard Ellie call your name. Of course you didn’t want to acknowledge it, but you didn’t want to seem completely rude either so you turned around and replied with a simple “what is it?”.

She jokingly rolled her eyes and then said “can you send me photos of the notes you took in class today?”

You looked at her confused. Usually, Ellie will take her own notes, so this seemed out of character.

“You usually take your own notes, why didn’t you take them today? Also, I don’t even have your number, so how would I even send them to you?” you tell her, not fully answering her question.

“Here” she said before taking your phone from your hands and putting her phone number into your phone.

You hated when people touched your stuff, especially if it was Ellie. You glared at her and quickly grabbed your phone away from her when she finished.

“So.. are you gonna send ‘em to me or?”

You rolled your eyes and said “fine, i’ll send them to you after school. Now leave me alone, I’m trying to get to class”.

Thank god that Ellie wasn’t in this class. This was the only class that Ellie didn’t have with you.

[after school]

You were at Ellie’s house again, you both were painting the sketches you guys drew yesterday.

You constantly caught yourself looking at Ellie’s painting. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, it was actually really well done for a painting that wasn’t even close to being finished.

She saw you looking at her painting and said with a cocky tone “are you admiring my amazing painting skills?”.

You rolled your eyes and continued to paint.

You had to admit though, her painting skills were actually admirable. The way she was so careful with the colours she painted with and the amount of detail she put into her paintings was beautiful.

You look at the time.

It’s 7:39 PM so you decide to go home.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home now” you say as you grab your backpack off of the floor.

She replies with a “mhm” before saying “do you want me to drop you off? It’s gonna be dark soo-“

You cut her off and say “it’s fine, it’s still pretty bright outside so I’ll walk there”

Even though you didn’t want to walk to your house, you really wanted to avoid the awkward silence of the car ride yesterday so you refused her offer.

It was only a 15 minute walk from her house to yours anyways, so it wasn’t that bad.

You left at the perfect time too because right when you got home, the sun set. You took your shoes off and walked into the kitchen to make yourself a snack.

You walked upstairs to your room and put your binder on your desk. As you put your binder on the desk, you remembered how earlier you told Ellie you’d give her your study notes.

You sighed as you took your phone out to take a photo. You hesitated to send her the notes, knowing that she’d make fun of you if she caught the smallest mistake in your notes.

Right when you sent her the photo, she replied right away with a simple “thanks”. You didn’t know she’d reply so quick so it caught you off guard. It wasn’t absurd for someone to reply quickly, so you just shrugged it off and turned your phone off.

You played some music and started getting ready to study.

[2 hours later]

It was 9:57 PM now. You had been studying for two hours, taking the occasional break here and there.

You took your headphones off and then walked downstairs to eat something for dinner.

Your mom wasn’t home yet and you knew she wouldn’t be there until midnight, so you just cooked your own food.

While you were cooking your phone had gotten a notification. You were cooking and you didn’t want your food to burn, so you didn’t check the notification until after.

Once you finished cooking you brought your food up to your room and checked who the notification was from.

It was from Ellie.

You rolled your eyes and replied:

[italics is you and bold is ellie]

Hey

Hi

Thanks again for the study notes‼️

Yw

Btw, y’know that you messed up the spelling on certain words lol

Read 10:23 PM

You threw your phone on your bed and groaned.

You double checked your notes and realized that Ellie was right. You messed up certain spellings on certain words and you hated how you didn’t notice that earlier.

[in the morning]

You wake up and it’s only 7:00 AM, you leave your warm bed and get ready for school.

When you finished getting ready you walked downstairs and checked the time, it was 7:45 AM now. You quickly made some eggs, ate it and left your house.

As you walked to school you walked by Dina’s house. You didn’t feel like walking alone so you rang her doorbell.

She opened the door and said “oh! Y/N! Why’re you here?” she exclaims with a smile on her face.

You give her a warm smile and say “wanna walk together?”

Dina nods and quickly puts her shoes on.

Dina and you talk the whole time, she talks about her boyfriend, Jesse, while you complain about Ellie.

“You sure you don’t have a crush on her or something? You’re always talking about her”

She’s obviously teasing you when she says this, but you can’t help but get irritated.

“Oh come on, Dina, y’know that I can’t stand her for a reason. She thinks she’s so much better than me, it’s so annoying!” you say while rolling your eyes.

“But has Ellie even said that to you directly?”

You pause.

She’s never said it directly.

You keep thinking about it, but nothing pops up.

She really has never said that to you.

Dina ends the silence.

“Don’t worry, I know what you mean though, Ellie is just overly competitive in every aspect and loves bragging about it, so I don’t think it’s anything against you”

You stay silent.

You both made it to school and as you walked in, you saw Ellie. She was standing right beside your locker with that smug look on her face that always irritates you.

You sigh and walk up to your locker.

“Hey” she says, with her arms crossed.

You ignore her.

“Why’d you leave me on read last night?” She pretends to act like she’s hurt.

You roll your eyes and close your locker.

“I was tired so I didn’t respond…” you reply, technically it wasn’t a complete lie since you were tired, but she knew that wasn’t the reason.

[after school]

You’re with Ellie, Jesse and Dina in a library, all four of you are doing homework. You start struggling on certain parts of your homework, but you were hesitant to ask for help.

First you asked Dina, but since she’s not in the same class as you, she didn’t know how to do the homework you had been assigned.

You asked Jesse and he didn’t know how to do it either.

Your only option was Ellie. So you swallowed your pride and tapped Ellie on the shoulder to get her attention.

Ellie removes her headphones and replies with a “mhm?”

“Uh, can you help me with this question? I’m struggling with it” you manage to ask her, even though you knew she’d make fun of you.

Even though you expected her to tease you, she actually helped you, without making a comment about it.

When she explained it, it made so much sense.

You immediately thanked her and continued to work.

Dina and Jesse left because they had a date planned, so it was just you and Ellie left.

Both you and Ellie were sitting in silence, until Ellie spoke.

“Hey, how about we go eat somewhere or something after we’re done?”

You think about it for a second, your mom isn’t gonna be home any time soon and you don’t feel like cooking, so you say yes.

She smiles at you and you smile back at her.

Eventually, you both finish your homework and you two leave the library.

“So where do you wanna go? Hm?” Ellie asks you while you guys get in her car.

You think about it for a second and recommend a café you love going to.

She nods and then drives there.

The drive there wasn’t as awkward, both you and Ellie actually have a full on conversation without you getting annoyed with her.

She kept making cheesy puns and you would end up laughing so hard at them.

It was so funny how she just had all of these puns memorized at the top of her head.

You guys got to the café you recommended and you decided to leave your backpack in Ellie’s car so you wouldn’t have to carry it around in the café. All you bring with you is your phone and wallet.

As you walk in, Ellie asks if you recommend anything specific. You think about it for a second and then tell her that she should get this one sandwich that you always order when you’re there.

She smiles and then agrees to try it.

When you try to order at the counter, you start to feel awkward. You’ve never really been great at things like ordering food, so you choke up every time you try to do it. Ellie notices this and asks you what you want to order. You’re confused but you tell her what you want anyway, then she moves you out of the way and orders for the both of you.

You thank her for doing that for you, then you guys both sit down and talk to pass the time.

While you’re talking you never realized how fun talking to Ellie actually was. Usually, she’d be the only one talking since you’d never really bothered to talk to her.

Finally, the food comes and you guys start eating.

You wanted to try something different so you didn’t get the sandwich you usually order.

You and Ellie continue to talk and the more you talk, the more you realize you guys have in common.

Other than both of you loving art, both of you enjoy the same shows, same books and have similar music tastes.

You never knew Ellie would like these things, but then again, you had never really bothered to have a normal conversation with her.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, how about we hang out again some day?” You say to Ellie.

Ellie smiles and chuckles as she says “are you trying to go on a date with me or something?”

You roll your eyes and say “I was asking mainly so we could finish our project, but fine, if you don’t want to hang out then we won’t”

Ellie quickly replied “no! No! I was kidding! Let’s hang out, maybe tomorrow? If you’re free”

You nodded and then smiled to show her that you agreed.

Suddenly, Ellie asked a question that you didn’t expect her to ask “so, Y/N, what’s the real reason you left me on read last night? Hm?”

You pause for a moment and then clear your throat before replying “I just didn’t feel like responding to be completely honest”

She pretends to be offended, but obviously she’s joking. So you roll your eyes and apologize with a joking tone.

“Hey, it’s gettin’ kinda late, how ‘bout I drop you off?” Ellie offers. You look outside and see that the sun has started to set. You accept her offer since you really didn’t feel like walking.

“Come on, let’s go” Ellie says as she stands up from her chair.

“Yeah, give me a second, I’m gonna pay for my food”

Ellie nods and then goes outside to unlock her car.

While you’re paying, the lady at the counter says “you and your girlfriend look really cute together!”

You look at her with widened eyes.

“Oh! Ma’am! I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea! Me and her aren’t dating! We’re barely even friends”

You laugh awkwardly.

The lady looks at you confused.

“You sure? The way she looks at you is a bit…”

But before the lady can finish her sentence, her manager calls her to the back to help him with something, and you’re left standing there with a confused look on your face.

You walk outside and see Ellie in her car. You open the passenger seat door and then you sit inside the car. You tell Ellie about what the lady said and she starts laughing.

The whole car ride isn’t as awkward as the first one you guys shared. This time, it feels less uncomfortable.

You finally get home and thank Ellie for the car ride home.

“So… I’ll see you tomorrow I guess?” you say to her.

She nods and says “yup, come over around 3 - ish?” she smiles and then drives away.

While she drives home she realizes that you left your backpack in her car.

She decides she’ll give it to you tomorrow and when she gets home she instantly texts you to tell you that you had forgotten your backpack.

Hey

Oh hi

You forgot your backpack in my car

Omg

I knew i forgot smth

Can you give it to me tmrw?🙏

Sure :)

read 9:40 PM

After today, you realize that Ellie might not be as annoying as you thought she was. She was actually fun to talk to.

Maybe you could give her a chance.

___________

Since this is enemies/rivals to lovers I don’t want to rush the romance too much, so this’ll be 4-5 parts? Most will be 5, i don’t wanna write too many parts </33

[marbarmars-arts]

So...I MAY have been collecting Fawfuls like pokemon cards <3

(and what the heck do I mean by that exactly??) WELL in a discord GC my friend Parmy suggested we’d imitate each other’s art styles as like a collab of sorts? Well...I kinda took that a step further heheh ^^

(And fun fact...this was supposed to be something I was gonna do for AU day of Fawful month too, but that idea got cut due to time)

So may I present...the different Fawfuls I drew!! For my friends/cool acquaintances!

So the one who led up to this in the first place, Fawful from @parmsnik AU!! He is dating/eventually marrying Naspi depending on where you’re at in the AU haha! Your way of drawing Fawful seems to change a little bit each time you draw him, so I tried to my best to guestimate a consistent looking Fawf! Very cute!

Up next is Fawful from @the-spacewaffle AU!! Yippee Ronnie’s AU! Thanks for being my friend for so long,,to talk about Fawful and all that stuff y’know? I’ll be cheering you on to complete the story qwq your Fawful is always so nice to my OCs when we crossover khskdjh also...pet the Reddo!

Eee yay now it’s @snuffydoo Fawful and his AU title I totally made up on the spot! I know you don’t really have a name for that kind of thing and it doesn’t have to be canon but I hope you think it’s cute anyways haha! I had a lot of fun drawing this one!! It’s so stylized! AND IT HAS DIMMY (I enjoy your Dimmy artstyle sm) but I don’t draw Spamton very often kjhskgh

Here’s @federthenotsogreat Fawful AU of sunshine goodness~! HE RETURNITH (and since I couldn’t think of another character to feature with your AU...not knowing if Cackletta is there or not jhgskg I gave him a cute little swirly sun!) I admire the fact his outfit is mostly YELLOW and also blue those are cool colors OH AND THAT LEG TOO, also super cool :)

The smol and cute @omgtheywereroomates Fawf! Your ask blog is so neat! I know I don’t ask too many questions there but I just,,,the cartoony fluffy hair?? Love that, and also thank you for your support and the super cool ship as well ^^ 

Heheee yeah hey it’s @cammiluna Fawful from Immortal Fool! Before you say anything YES I’m aware he’s got the new design since it’s near the end of the comic, you released the page that featured said new design while I was already working on this drawing xD So whoops! I just wanted to give appreciation to your comic series that you continued despite everything, and well...I know I haven’t shown much progress on it, I also want to make a comic series...so you’ve inspired me a lil :D

Deep down here there’s a little AU by @aliencatwafers which features Fawful in the sewers! With the little baby bros!! You’re a very insightful and inspiring writer with plenty of neat headcanons and ideas for the bean! Ik you mostly draw in pencil but I took the colors from your submissions to Fawful month this year and used em here! Hope it looks cool!

This little gremlin here with the two moms is Fawful from @bean-n-shroob ask blog! He looks very silly and unhinged (in a good way) and I hope he’s having a good time since after BIS! I love how round your designs are and Fawf is no exception :D

Last but not least is this VERY soft Fawful from @localdealmaker​ and their AU, whose title I made up too (again doesn’t need to be canon or anything if you don’t want it to be, I just wanted to give every drawing a cute name ^^) I think yours was the most complicated to draw for me but I love how he looks, so squish!! Kaboo is cute too!

WHEW THAT WAS A LOT OF TYPING KSJHKGH but yeah I hope you guys have enjoyed this...I might make another part someday full of more Fawful designs from friends but I AM A LITTLE BURNT OUT...doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun tho!

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Performance Event - Winter Troupe's Tenth Play: Nomadic Bartender - Episode 3

Hisoka: “Haah… Guess it’s about time. I should just start drinking everything myself. Once I’m done, I’ll close up shop for good.”

Guy: “Hello.”

Hisoka: “!! Welcome!”

Guy: “——”

Hisoka: “Um? Is something wrong?”

Guy: “... I’d like to work here.”

Hisoka: “Oh, what… I’m sorry, but we’re not hiring at the moment.”

Izumi: (Finishing up the 10th round of performances is the Winter Troupe’s wizard-bartender play. Its strongly fantastical setting isn’t something you’d usually see in their plays.)

Izumi: (The characters’ occupations are also based entirely in fantasy.)

Banri: … Wizards are a tricky subject, ‘cause depending on how you cook ‘em, the end result will change.

Tsuzuru: That’s true. If we had done this with a different troupe, the atmosphere would be completely different.

Izumi: In that sense, it’s become something fitting of MANKAI Company’s Winter Troupe.

Izumi: (Guy-san plays Whizz, a wizard who works as a bartender and travels from bar to bar in search of a certain person.)

Izumi: (Gin, the co-lead and owner of the bar Whizz asks to work in, is played by Hisoka-san.)

Banri: As you’d expect, since they already work together at the shop, there are no problems with their chemistry.

Tsuzuru: They’re the perfect fit for these roles.

Izumi: There is one thing that’s bothering me, though…

[Flashback starts]

Izumi: Okay, I think it’s time for the read through…

Izumi: Do you have any questions or concerns after reading the script?

Tsumugi: Um, if I could say one thing.

Tsumugi: In the last scene, Whizz uses magic to erase Gin’s memories of Whizz and his knowledge of wizards.

Tsumugi: I know you’ve played such a role before, but, Hisoka-kun, I was wondering whether you’d be okay acting it out…

Homare: I thought this as well.

Azuma: That’s true. If it’s going to put too much strain on you, we could change it somehow.

Tsuzuru: I’ll adjust the script if you need me to, so don’t hold back!

Izumi: What do you think, Hisoka-san?

Hisoka: … It’s okay. I’ve learned that forgetting isn’t something to be scared of.

[Flashback ends]

Izumi: (That’s what Hisoka-san said, but…)

Guy: “... And so, this is how I will repay you.”

Hisoka: “What drink is this?”

Guy: “Whizz Bang.”

Hisoka: “——“

Hisoka: “...? Huh? I don’t remember making this drink. But this taste somehow reminds me of someone I miss very dearly…”

Izumi: (Gin seems very sad. You can also tell that Guy-san’s Whizz is also very hesitant about erasing Gin’s memories.)

Banri: Kinda thought the last scene was meant to be on a happy note, but you two are makin’ it pretty heartbreaking, huh.

Tsumugi: I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, given that everyone has their own interpretations and acting plan.

Tasuku: As long as Guy-san and Mikage are clear with each other about how they want to end the story, there shouldn’t be a problem.

Guy: No, I think I’m simply being influenced by how I’m currently feeling. I’ll give it some more thought.

Hisoka: Me too… I wasn’t really satisfied with my performance just now.

Izumi: Given we’ve just started practicing, now’s a good time to think about the direction you want to take and solidify it.

-

Izumi: Okay, let’s wrap up here for today.

Citron: Good work~!

Citron: Lentils from Zahra have arrived!

Izumi: As in the beans?

Tasuku: Or is that a brand name or something?

Guy: If it were, I think it would be something more like Rentilz.

Homare: And what would Rentilz be?

Banri: Gotta be some rental place.

Citron: For the love of… You’re useless! Guy, you’re always the guy messing it up!

Guy: You are the last person I would want to hear this from.

Citron: And there is a fan letter addressed to the Guy who always messes up!

Guy: A fan letter? From Zahra?

Guy: … It’s from Mika. That’s rare. 

Izumi: What does the letter say?

[Paper unfolding]

Mika: “Guy-sama, I would like to extend my sincerest apologies for being unable to attend your play.”

Mika: “We will be holding a theater festival here in Zahra, and preparations have been keeping me busy.”

Mika: “I will be sending my most heartfelt prayers for the success and safety of your performance from here.”

Mika: “First of all, what I believe to be Guy-sama’s appeal as an actor–”

Guy: I shall spare you the rest.

Homare: Were we not just getting to the best part?

Tasuku: This letter is so thick, it’s gonna take you some time to read through it all.

Guy: I will be sure to read it carefully.

Azuma: This is Guy’s first leading role since Opera. What a shame, I’m sure Mika would have loved to see it.

Hisoka: … Mika couldn’t watch the Opera performance in Zahra, either.

Guy: Come to think of it, he was accompanying the Spring Troupe the entire time, and then the performance had to be cancelled due to the commotion.

Tsumugi: That must be why his letter is so thick.

Azuma: How about you call him later and let him hear your voice?

Guy: Yeah, that’s a good idea.

Izumi: By the way, there’s going to be a theater festival in Zahra?

Citron: Yes! It’s a festival where all theater companies in Zahra gather and perform for several days!

Tasuku: Sounds interesting.

Tsumugi: I would have loved to go if the timing was better.

-

[Phone calling]

Guy: …

Mika: << Yes? >>

Guy: << Hello. This is Guy. >>

Mika: << Guy-sama!? Hello! Whatever are you calling for? >>

Guy: << I got your letter. Thank you. >>

Mika: << You don’t have to…! I had so much to say that it turned out rather long, I sincerely apologize! I will be rooting for you from Zahra! >>

Mika: << Truth be told, I wanted to be there to watch at the very least the first and last performances in person, but it turned out to be too difficult– >>

Guy: << The first and last, at the very least, you say… >>

Mika: << Obviously, if we didn’t have the theater festival, I would be there for the “full run”...! >>

Guy: << You even know the term “full run”? Zahran does not have a word for this, does it… >>

Mika: << I heard about it from Citronia-sama. Since you have the leading role, I would not want to miss a single day. >>

Guy: << That reminds me, was it Citronia that told you about my leading role? >>

Mika: << It was Tangerine-sama. He said that Citronia-sama told him about it. >>

Mika: << It was also then that he suggested that I write a letter should it be too difficult for me to make it to Japan due to the theater festival preparations. >>

Mika:  << Citronia-sama said that doing so would encourage you. Taking his words to heart, I wrote down what I felt regarding your leading performance. >>

Guy: << I see, so it was Citronia… >>

Mika: << Seeing as he spoke to me like that, I believe Citronia-sama is also looking forward to your performance as the leading actor. >>

Guy: << I have to try even harder than before, then. >>

Mika: << I am rooting for you, of course. But so are Tangerine-sama, and everyone else in Zahra! >>

Guy: << Thank you. >>

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[mellowyellow236]

A Week’s Worth of Wake-up’s

(As all of the characters are from a DND game I’m in, some of them have names that are the same as those in established franchises. Ignore the actual characters, everyone except Tartaglia acts and looks completely different. My one friend just… Wanted to be Tartaglia.)

~

“Next customer, please,” Kuri called, the last guy she worked with walking out of her office as she strutted beside him. Her eyes scanned the area, smiling when she saw a familiar face. “Hey, Mister.” She said. The tall man came up to her, a much shorter one behind him.

“Hello, Kuri. Thanks for finishing the design that I sent you. I’ve brought my son along for the ride today, I hope that’s alright.” He said. She nodded, leading him into the room.

“Yeah, it’s all good. Does he mind needles or anything?” She asked. The shorter man shook his head.

“No. Also, you can just talk to me.”

“First of all, you’re 19 according to Mr. BlaRa, which is a kid compared to me, with my birth being a whopping four years earlier than yours.” Fefe laughed a bit, as Kuri continued, getting her station ready. “Second of all, you’re tagging along with your dad on an appointment you don’t seem to want to be at. Third, in my office, I talk to who I want to talk to.”

He huffed, “You know, I can’t see you with any tattoos, either. You’ve got more metal on you than ink, I’d think you did piercings or were a jeweler for a living. And I just don’t like them in general.” She laughed a bit, getting Fefe’s arm under her needle.

“Good to know I won’t be getting any extra customers out of you.” She tased Fefe, who chuckled a bit. Kuri then turned back to Midias, “But be quiet or leave the room, Babe. I don’t feel like getting your dad’s arm botched up by laughing with you.”

She started focusing on it, as Midias moved to sit down on his father’s other side, taking out his phone to scroll or something. The work wasn’t hard, it was mostly simple shapes and didn’t involve more than one color, just a bunny in red. It didn’t take long, about an hour and a half, and she lifted the needle away. She then wiped down his arm with a disinfectant wipe,

“I’ve seen Alei a few times so you’ll get the whole lecture from him most likely, just don’t pick or scratch, tanning, drinking, bandaging, or tight clothes. Wash your hands before touching it and stuff. I trust you’ve got the rest covered, or Alei will make you. I’ll be sure to text him about it within a few days so he can check up on you.” She said, smiling at him, before turning to the other man. “As for you, thanks for being quiet. If you ever change your mind about ‘em, or you have a friend that wants one, come on over. I own the parlor, so it’ll mostly be me who does it if you decide.” She walked out of the parlor, and the two men followed her to the checkout. Fefe smiled, pushing Midis up a bit.

“By the way, Mister, how’s Alei been? He got a… Porcupine, I think? In blue and white.” She put an elbow on top of Midias’s head, setting up the touchscreen terminal for him to pay.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Don’t care.” She shrugged, twirling the longer strand of his bangs.

“Alei’s been doing well,” Fefe said, “Although you’re free to take Midi off my hands so we could get some more alone time.”

“Dad.”

“Oh shush, your father’s a great wingman. And even better at finding me workers. If you’re up for it, I'd love an extra hand.”

“Perfect! Take him off my hands for the rest of the week! I have a vacation with Alei. Goodbye!” he said, walking out. Kuri pushed her arm down so it was around his neck, effectively trapping him unless he wanted to start wrestling her in the middle of her shop. Midias looked at her judgmentally.

“This was premeditated.”

“Is that a question?”

“No.”

“Good judgment. I have my bed and a pull-out couch. You the mattress or the floor.”

“I assume you’re not offering yourself for the couch?”

“Yep.” She popped the ‘P’, putting her chin on his head.

“Kill me now.”

“I don’t feel like cleaning up a murder.”

~

The first day, Midias woke up on the couch. They hadn’t pulled the mattress out the previous night, the shop closed late and the laundry machine broke down while they were attempting to dry the sheets for him. So, they were outside, and he was inside on the couch. He had nothing to do but go on his phone for the full three hours she spent in bed after him. By the time she woke up, it was ten, and she was still in pajamas.

“You’re awake.”

“Yeah. Rise and shine, sweetheart. What do you want for breakfast?”

“It’s eleven in the morning.” He huffed, standing up and stretching.

“Cool. What do you want to eat?” She padded over to the kitchen, which was much more of a kitchenette since the island was covered in art supplies. “I can make something, or we’ve got leftovers from last night.”

“How do you cook anything in here?”

“You see, the stove exists. And I will take matters into my own hands if you don’t answer me, babe.”

“Don’t call me that. And I’m not hungry.”

“No, and no.” He narrowed his eyes at her and frowned when she brought out a thing of eggs and bread.

“You can’t just say that I’m not hungry and make it the truth. That’s not how it works.”

“This is my apartment above my shop. I can do whatever I want within it.” She said, tying her hair up with a rubber band. He cringed. “Besides, I’ve got food, and you can’t survive on leftover pizza for days on end.”

“I can, first of all. Secondly, at least get a hairband. You’re going to pull your hair out like that.” She smiled at him, grabbing eggs and bread.

“How much do you want?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll give you one egg, how’s that sound? Omelet or fried?”

“Fried.”

“I’ve got jelly and butter in the fridge.” He walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the condiments. She cracked the eggs and took the butter. “Toaster’s in the bottom shelf.” He did that as well, bringing it out and plugging it in.

“How many pieces of toast do you want.”

“Just one. I see you’ve changed your tune, huh?”

“You’re going to cook for me no matter what I say. I might as well get out of the cleaning you’d make me do if I didn’t help.” She hip-checked him, which he didn’t do back. “Where are the plates?”

“Top shelf, along with the mugs if you want to make coffee. The machine’s… Somewhere under there.” She gestured to the tarp-sized paper over a set of things, which was covered in drawn-on flowers, animals, and other designs. He gave her a disgruntled look. “Instant stuff’s in the cupboard along with milk in the fridge.”

She went back to cooking, as he attempted to get to the top shelf. Serval attempts to scale the countertop and Kuri unsuccessfully tries not to laugh later, he gets one of the barstools- which were all painted, one by an adult and three by either children or very incompetent adults¹- And stands up on the one with a checkerboard pattern with various possibly-bats in the white spaces and probably-ghosts-possibly-puffins in the black ones. The limbs of the stool were red, and so was the back, with a child’s drawing of a wolf on it.

“Why are your things up so high?”

“I’m 6’2”.” Midias grumbled at her response, but without a counter, he just brought down plates and mugs for them. “Mind getting coffee out of the pantry for me?” He nodded and walked away while she put an egg on his plate.

“Where in the pantry?” He opened a door.

“Not that- Ugh.” A large, although soft, sleeping bag fell on his head. She sighed, and he looked at her in disappointment. “Don’t open that closet.”

“Already done. What’s your day off this week?”

“I’ve got all week off. Your father and I agree that you’ll scare off customers.” She said half-jokingly and half as though it was a real concern.

“We’re spending the rest of the day cleaning out your things.” She whined at that, putting the second egg on the pan for herself, an omelet that she had taken a bit to spice. The toaster oven dinged, and so Midias walked back over. “I will not live like this for a week.”

“But does it have to be today? Why can’t we can’t wait for tomorrow? Today’s already half over.” She said, “Plus, my apartment’s clean, it’s just disorganized to you… I know where everything is, and it’s not like I’ve got bugs anywhere.”

“You woke up so late it doesn’t even matter, I think. You’ll get the whole night to do whatever you want to do, anyway.” She sighed and bargained.

“All I want to do is rest on my week off. You’re a student, you should relax too. I went to college once.”

“I don’t care. Also, I’m on summer break, so no need to worry about me.”

“Then you clearing up my apartment, if you really want to! I’ve already got to go grocery shopping today and call someone to fix the laundry machine tomorrow. Besides, you should feel lucky the sleeping bag fell on you. It rained last night, and it’s expected to rain again in the afternoon.” She huffed, as he raced himself to the balcony to check on the sheets. He looked at her from outside of the glass doors. “Midias BlaRa-Zeldgar! There’s no chance you’re bringing them inside until they’re dry!”

“That’s going to take hours. Let me bring them in now, and then put them by the heater.” He called out.

“And start a fire? No way in hell. Leave them outside, I have an air mattress somewhere in the closet, I think.”

“All the more reason for you to clean it out tonight.”

“…Shut up and eat your breakfast.”

~

Midias woke up in a sleeping bag on the dreaded couch the second day. The sheets were still drying outside, and his neck wasn’t so sore that sleeping in his annoying host’s bed was preferable. Even so, he woke up at the same time as he usually did, and got back to the task he had gone to bed with; Cleaning out the closets of his host, because she couldn’t be bothered to do so herself and he had nothing better to do with his time without his laptop and wallet, things he realized his father had taken from him when he left.

He had made her sit down with him to finish a few projects- the first closet, her pantry, which he found was oddly well-maintained, and the closet in the main bathroom- But he had taken it upon himself to sort her art supplies into boxes. Or, at least, into slightly more organized piles on the counter. The woman in question walked out when he had managed to separate the paints from the colored pencils from the paper. She immediately entered her room, and left again afterward, holding her phone. She put it down in front of him, already set to call someone named ‘Problem Mecanic’ He raised an eyebrow at her as she opened the fridge.

“He’s your cousin, you convince him to get over here and fix the laundry machine. Maybe you’ll actually get a bed if you do.” She made breakfast, the same thing as the previous day, it seemed. Midias did put the phone on speakerphone once he found Kiearan² picking up.

“Fix the dryer.”

“Good to know you’re already feeling at home in Kuku’s house. Your dryer now, too, huh?” Kuri stuck her tongue out at the phone, and Midias sighed.

“We don’t have anyone else- Wait, Kuronushi, do we have anyone else?”

“Call me Kuri. Also, no, Tiri’s on the vacation with with your dads.” She tried to restrain her laughter as Kiearan, who held no such boundaries, asked,

“Wait, they brought Neytiri and not you?! Damn, Mid, your dads must be desperate for you to get a girlfriend if they dump you here!” Midias felt his eye twitch.

“I am not desperate-”

“I will tell you the entire story if you come over and fix my dryer.” She bargained, “Including who else out of Tiri’s harem was brought with them for a double date, plus the actual third wheel.” Kiearan gasped,

“Seriously? Get those soaked sheets off your countertop, or bed if that’s the problem,” Midias just rolled his eyes, mentally praying that someone would strike his cousin down the moment he finished getting a bed to sleep on, though at that point he was weighing if the bed was even worth it, “And I’ll be coming to fix it!”

“They're outside if you must know. Haven’t been on a bed in a couple of months, assuming how smushed they were in the closet.” Kuri shrugged.

“Really? You better tell me what clothespins you use as a tip, then. Mom’s been complaining all morning that all her laundry blew away in the storm last night.” Midias just looked at Kuri as she walked to the balcony. She walked back again after checking.

“Change of plans, no sheets this morning. I’ll pay for pizza if you pick some up on the way here, Kiki.” Midias was about to strangle someone. Kiearan laughed manically from the other line.

~

Midias woke up with twin sheets awkwardly pulled over half a full-sized bed because, of course, that’s what his cousin bought. Although, it was more like a quarter by the time he woke up. Kiearan hadn’t stayed over but had promised that he would the next night, along with Tartaglia³. How wonderful…

Midias got up, and this time went to the kitchen himself, which was now tidy enough for him to be able to tell where everything was. Right on time, nearly an hour later Kuri woke up, her phone being dropped on his head as he was working on the toaster.

“Thanks, Mid.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Ah, so your cousin comes up with names to annoy all of us, huh?” She giggled, putting her chin on top of his head as he cooked. “What about Midusha, then?” He raised an eyebrow but sighed as she pulled him to the side slightly so she could keep resting on him but still get the jelly.

“You’re in charge of cleaning breakfast up today. I’m the one cooking.” She nodded, and he slid her phone off his head onto her shoulder as she walked away. “Why’d you do that?”

“You’ve got good balance, according to your father. I wanted to see if it was a posture thing.” She shrugged, getting out plates and things. “By the way, the pullout mattress is only made to handle two. Someone’s going to have to sleep on the floor.”

“There is no way that, after sleeping on a couch two nights, I’m sleeping on the floor.” He glared at the egg, imagining it was his cousin, as Kuri chuckled lightly.

“My bed’s always open, you know. I wouldn’t mind someone as cute as you in it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. But stop flirting, I don’t like flings.” She nodded and went back to setting the table.

“Well, there’s no way Tartaglia’s giving up a bed, Kiearan’s annoying and would rather you sleep on the floor, and I ain’t letting them in my bed after the last incident- Don’t ask-” He was going to ask as soon as he got the chance once he had a bed, “So it’s me, the floor, or what’ll probably end up being a mattress on the floor after a few hours.”

“The couch will be fine. There’s nothing wrong with us using the couch, it can fit three people. It’s a big couch, and it’s leather. It can do it.” Kuri smothered a laugh with her coffee mug, very unconvincingly as it was still empty.

“Sure…”

“Has it broken yet?” She giggled again, and Midias took a deep breath. “Has it killed anyone?”

“-No…” She trailed off in laughter again, as if she was imagining something and remembering an event simultaneously. Midias took a deep breath. Assuming it wasn’t a death trap, which she confirmed, he would sleep on a bed with sheets on it at some point this week.

~

Midias was wrong. It was a death trap. He woke up after Tartaglia cut himself on the exposed strong at four in the morning after the bed fell to the floor a few hours earlier. And so here he was, at five in the morning, a time too early for a god to be awake in his opinion, sitting on one of the badly-painted chairs as Tartaglia whined about his quote “boo-boo”.

“Kuri, it hurts!!!” He said as the lady wrapped a bandage around his finger. She was laughing, but still disinfecting it for the baffon’s wound. Kiearan nodded sagely,

“You should kiss it better. You’re basically his mother already.” Kuri scoffed, and Tartaglia gasped in return.

“But mother! I thought you cared for me!”

“I ain’t your mama, Tartagles. I will bandage your cuts because I’m liable to be sued if not, but I’m not gonna kiss them. As for the other two, one of you has got to get that mattress into the street. The garbage truck comes by in two hours.” Midias did not look up from his cup of coffee and the blanket wrapped around him.

“No.”

“I hate to say I told you so, but… I told you so.” Midias wrapped the blanker he was wearing around himself and over his head tighter.

“You’ve said nothing else for me to believe for every day I’ve known you.”

“You’re just pissed she beat you in Uno.” Kiearan unhelpfully added. Kuri chuckled as she pulled away from Tartaglia to get herself coffee, from the machine Kiearan had managed to clean up and fix from the various craft supplies that were piled up on it.

“Also pissed he didn’t take me up on my offer to sleep in my bed. Pissy you chose the death mattress over a big bed with a pretty lady that you could sleep in on, huh?” She teased, hip-checking him as both other guys gasped.

“Betrayal!” Kiearan screamed, getting a whack from Tartaglia.

“No! Worse than betrayal! They have a secret love affair!” Kiearan gasped again, leaning into Tartaglia, who had forgotten about the horrible pain he’d been experiencing a moment own. The two men were acting like ladies in old horror novels; Horrible dramatic and likely to die or turn into a vampire first. “Next thing we know, we’ll be seeing a child, fully grown, pop out of the closet.”

“Where would I even keep a baby in here?”

“No, a middle schooler-!”

“I’m 23-”

“And he’ll be in the closet! You will store him there because you’re a horrible mother! You didn’t even kiss my wound, which I got from your faulty couch bed!” Meanwhile, Kiearan got a song loaded up on his phone. Midias stood up from the table, blanket trailing behind him.

“I’m going into your room.”

“Ze sweet caress of twilight… There's magic everywhere… And with all this romantic atmosphere…” Kuri followed up behind him to escape the other men, currently singing their hearts out.

“We both are.”

“Disaster's in the air!” The annoyances screamed in unison, Midias groaned, and Kuri just shoved him into her room.

~

Midias woke up at noon from an alarm blaring, this time in an actual bed. There was a set of pillows placed in the center of the bed, and he had just the crouch’s blanket rather than sheets over him, but it was still better than the horrors he had suffered over the past few nights. He heard someone padding over to him before he could open his eyes, and turning off the horrid sounds. He groaned, sitting up slightly.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” She teased, as he sat up.

“‘Morning. Are they still here?”

“Unfortunately. But not at the moment, they left to go pick up a pizza. I was just grabbing some clothes.” She giggled, her voice still much softer than normal. “Good to know you’re still your grouchy self in the morning.” He sat up, yawning.

“Cool. How much do I owe you for it.”

“Nothing, I keep telling you that. Besides, your dad keeps sending me money against my will. He won’t stop, something about how I never accept in person.” She shrugged as he raised an eyebrow, “I like talking to him, so I do most of their tattoos for free. Not like I need the money. But they caught on that I was only charging them, like, a dollar per time, and now your dad’s being annoying about giving for free. That’s probably why they dumped you here, other than so they could get some alone time.”

“So just accept their money so I don’t have to stay over with you again…”

“And here I was, thinking the fact that you didn’t care for the pillow barrier meant we were closer… I guess not.” She teased, sighing and putting a hand over her chest.

“…Huh?”

“You talk in your sleep.”

“What… Did I say?” He asked, standing up and getting slightly red, ready to leave.

“Hm… Not telling!” She raced from the bed into the bathroom, as he gave chase. She managed to lock herself inside, though she was fiddling with the door handle. “Come on, you’re not gonna break in here, huh? It’s a girl’s bathroom, with a girl inside!”

“Gender means nothing when you’re keeping information from me!”

“And here I was, thinking you were a gentleman. Come on, it was cute!”

“Shut up! Just tell me what I said!”

“Something nice! It’s my secret!”

“Kuri!” She laughed at his exasperation, and when she spoke she enunciated every syllable, song-like in tone.

“Midusha!”⁴

~

Midias couldn’t wake up on the fifth day because he hadn’t slept. Instead, the night had been spent playing games, far more than Midias wanted, and later on, binging a show on the floor.⁵ So that was where he found himself as the clock struck three in the morning, buried in the arms of Kuri, with Kiearan on his other side sleeping and Tartaglia also awake with an arm around the two of them. Kuri sighed, speaking for the first time in a few hours, her voice soft from lack of use.

“I want to sleep with her husband.”

“I don’t. He’s the worst. He has no form of boundaries, he’s generally disrespectful, and he killed her in their past life. She has flashbacks, Kuri. He’s a bad partner in every way.” Midias whisper-yelled.

“Yeah, and his brother’s hotter. I mean, I look better than both of them combined, but his brother is still more attractive.”

“But he’s so pretty… Everyone in that show is so pretty…” She sighed, looking at Midias for a moment. “Kyle’s the prettiest. Blue eyes and white hair are a good combination.”

“I don’t care who you think is the best for her, we’ve barely met him at this point, but the male lead’s brother?! Tartaglia, what do you think you’re doing? Why would she date him, she clearly thinks of herself as his big sister!” He hissed, clearly more instead in the argument against the brother than against Kyle, as Tartaglia responded,

“Because he wants her happiness, I guess? Kuri, stop trying to hit on Mid over here and step in. It’s one of those tragic love stories you like, right?”

“Hitting on me? How?” Midias squawked, and Kuri sighed dreamily.

“Yep. He can love her all he wants, but so does the one person he wants to see the happiest. It’s a classic tale of star-crossed lovers… Honestly, most of the stories in this world fall under that umbrella, considering the male lead holds her so tight she can’t leave.”

“Because he’s a bad option!”

“Just get rid of them all. Date that Marie lady or something…”

“No!” Was shouted at the man previously thought to be asleep in unison, followed by a scream from across the street, carrying through the open window.

“Can you please stop yelling?! Some of us need to sleep out here, and you’re so loud!” Came the voice of an older woman, followed by Tartaglia trying to resist a snort. Kiearan soon followed suit, as Kuri put a hand over her mouth in mild restraint. Midias raised an eyebrow.

“You didn’t tell me Miss Annie had an apartment behind you. I thought it was a few blocks away.” He answered when he saw the question in her eyes. “My father has met her before. I went along for the ride, much like I did with you.”

“Good to know I’m not the first lady your father’s set you up with. Anyway, we don’t talk about her often. She doesn’t like us.” Kuri shrugged. Kiearan barked out a laugh.

“Dislike us? She hates us. Especially Tartaglia, and kind of you because you live here.”

“Well, I can understand why someone would hate Tartaglia. But you, Kuri?”

“First, rude.” Came Tartaglia’s response, “Also, she’s as responsible as I am for throwing the couch out the window.”

“…You did… What? Pardon?”

“Just be glad he’s changed his tune, Tartagles. Also, I told you the couch wouldn’t hold up. He did toss it out the window and almost hit her.” She put her cheek on the top of his head and draped the rest of herself over him as she went on, “It was my idea. But for the record, I said ‘Maybe let’s drop it out the back so we don’t have to carry it out and I can make room for a new one’ and Tartaglia heard ‘Throw it onto the sidewalk!’.” She waved her hands as she finished the sentence, Tartaglia putting one over his chest and gasping, fictional pearls clutched in horror.

“How could you say such a thing! And after I brought it back in to dispose of the evidence!” Midias gave Kuri a dirty look, unhappy about the new information about the sleeping arrangements he was given as she pushed into him a bit more. “Why, Kuri, how could you… Kiearan! Defend my honor!” Kiearan sat up, pillow in hand. Kuri ducked her head behind the grouchier man.

“Noo! You must fight my knight instead! Go, Midias! Attack!”

“No.”

“I’ll give you something in return?”

“Like a kiss!” Tartaglia unhelpfully supplied, as Midias groaned and Kuri smiled slyly.

“I will not be called to action like a Pokemon after you made me sleep on a bed that was tossed out a window at some point, without telling me that crucial piece of information, might I add.” Midias eyed Tartaglia for a moment, “Well, more like heaved, I-” He was met with a pillow to his face, effectively smothered by his taller cousin.

“This is a battle! No slacking off, Mid! I will defeat you and defend the honor of the princess!” He laughed. Midias kicked him, nabbing his own throw pillow and whacking back.

“I’m not involved!”

“Then don’t hit me!” He laughed, the other guy groaning as Tartaglia whooped lightly from the background. Kuri was giggling, until she was hit by one of the two newly-appointed knights, and jumped to her own defense, with Tartaglia only joining in once they were close enough together for him to jump on top of the three.

Kuri adjusted to wrap her arms around the shortest of the four, Kiearan added himself to it by grabbing the other three. Midias struggled lightly, though with no real power behind his actions. “Let me go, I did not consent to this.”

“Nope. It’s a cuddle pile, Midusha. We’re going to sleep now.” She snuggled into him a bit as he huffed, but relaxed into the shared hold until Tartaglia headbutted him.

“Woohoo! Midias actually wants to do something with others that isn’t work!” He stuck his tongue out at the redhead, who wiggled his eyebrows back. “Put that away or I’ll tell Kuri to bite ya.” She rolled her eyes, though a chuckle escaped her.

“He didn’t win, so no kiss for him.” Kiearan booed lightly, in unison with Tartaglia, who was huffing and puffing now, equally as horrified as he was at the start of the battle.

“And yet I won, but I get no kiss! I haven’t got a kiss since we were five, Kuri. Five! And yet you offer the Жoпа⁶ one. Betrayal, Kuri, betrayal…” He rolled off of them, as Kiearan tossed a pillow at him.

“No! You’re the princess, I’m supposed to save you from the evil witch or whatever! Stop falling in love!” He jokingly called out, though turned a bit more serious as the two men went back to over whatever make-believe conflicts they needed to sort out. Kuri giggled softly but led Midias away, slipping out before the guys could move their focus to anything but each other.

“Come on, into my room. Before they can bring us into their problems.” She whispered, opening the door to her bedroom and then locking it behind her. Midias flopped onto the bed, Kuri copying his movements on the other side. “You only need to kick the blankets onto you now. Isn’t my aversion to chores wonderful?”

“No. You still need to organize your bathroom closet and actual closet.”

“I’d still let you do either.”

“I still don’t want to think of what I’d find in either of those, considering the boxes fallen on me when it’s a closet you don’t use often.” He huffed into the sheets. She leaned over to him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it, by the way.”

“You said you wanted a worker when my father sent me here. And your shop’s closed, but I’ve still got to pay you back for letting me stay here somehow. Don’t thank me.” She placed a kiss on his cheek. He rolled away. “Especially not like that. I’m not interested in a fling or break-long romance, nor am I interested in receiving any form of favor for you, even if you think my work was unnecessary.”

“That was a participation award.” She tapped the back of his head, which was now facing her, although her body moved back slightly to account for his alleged lack of desire. “For the pillow fight. Why do you have your bangs like you do, anyway? You’ve got that long strand in the middle.”

“None of your business.” Came the curt yet quick reply. She led her hand down the front of his face, over to his nose, before curling the strand likely. “What are you doing…?” Was spoken in a soft tone, mildly skittish, and yet seemly unwilling to waver.

“Close your eyes. You go to sleep pretty early, right? Whenever you aren’t working on your papers. That’s what your dads told me. So, you should go to bed.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re touching me.”

“Are your eyes closed? I can’t tell.”

“Yes, Kuri, just answer me!” He sounded mildly agitated, voice rushed and hissed, though equal parts flustered, a nervousness not often heard.

“My mom used to do this for me, back when I was a kid. She’s just… Rub my face, and said that she was sprinkling pixie dust to make me go to bed faster. You were tense, and it always made me relax. Still kind of does.” She whispered. “You okay with that? Doesn’t have to be a romantic thing. I just want you to get a good night's rest.”

“…Okay.” He said softly, letting her fingers dance over his face. She hummed lightly, her voice slightly raised with the whispers of a nursery rhyme. Although, he couldn’t stay awake for long enough to hear the end. She was right in one way; The movements did send him to sleep quickly. So much so, that she had enough energy left in her for a kiss on his other cheek before she joined him in dreamland.

~

The past day had been quite lazy for Midias, though not boring. He’d only gotten up at nearly four in the afternoon, and since then had barely wobbled around the house. He was tired, and so were the other members of the household he had found himself a part of. Although, his one benefit was the ability to sleep on an actual bed, which he did much. The only other entertainment was the binge of a second TV show, this time one he had some say in choosing, done while snuggled into a comforter built for the cold winters he hadn’t suffered, was a wonderful way to spend his final day with the woman he’d grown the enjoy the presence. After all, he’d be called home late on the seventh day, assuming all went well with his fathers and their friends’ flight. That is until the serene peace of fluffy blankets, tasty chocolates, and horrible K-dramas was broken by a terrible, horrible man.

“Kuku, I want your wine cabinet!” Came the voice of a white-haired menace to society from outside the door that’d been locked after the last trip out of her room for the soda she was drinking.

“No, no one is going day-drinking today! You’re going to leave my house or let me relax! I’m not calling your mom or driving you home because you’re brain’s not attached to your body!” She called back. Midias moved slightly from his place with his arm around her neck to have his cheek on her shoulder, as she moved her head onto his. He looked up at her, ignoring the indigent screams from outside of the bedroom.

“You really like doing that.” He observed, noting how she resisted shrugging to keep him steady. A small but sweet gesture that didn’t go unappreciated or unnoticed.

“You’re at a good height for it.” She responded, nuzzling into him. He pushed back into her for a moment, before the knocking started up again. He groaned this time and yelled back.

“Get out of the apartment!” He screamed at the door, leaning forward just enough that he wasn’t yelling directly into her.

“It’s not your house! You come here less often than me!” The response of the redhead came from the other side of the door.

“I don’t care! Leave!”

“Why, so you can go smooch your girlfriend all alone? What’re you gonna do when we’re gone, huh? Kiss her? Be romantic?” The second buffoon questioned through the door.

“Yes, he will! So leave! I don’t want you in the house for that!” Kuri teasingly shouted back, “If you’re my son, go to your father so I can kiss your stepdad in peace!” She laughed, and Midias lightly smacked her arm and Tartaglia gasped.

“But Mother! Keriug hates me! You want me to go live with my horrible, terrible father with his nearly abusive and archaic rules?!”

“Like not letting you have ice cream and cheese sticks for dinner?⁷” Kiearan gasped this time.

“You let him do that?! I thought that healthy eating was important! I’m visiting my father now, and you’ll hear from his lawyers that edits to the custody agreement we once had!”

“Tell him I only want visitation!” She finished, hearing the front door open and close afterward. She then turned back to the show and draped herself over Midias once more. “Finally at peace…”

“What…? Keruig’s his brother, not- You know what, I do not care. Where were we in the show?”

“Greg’s drinking song.⁸” She answered as Midias returned to his former position next to her. “Anything you want me to get sent to the house? It’s like, what, four pm? We’ve got to think about dinner, and we went through the pizza with everyone last night.”

“I don’t care too much, it’s your house. You’ve got a bunch of cooking stuff, why don’t you make something?”

“That’s for baking. A very different skill, considering the cakes I can make and the poisons I’ve managed to inflict upon myself.” She gently rubbed her cheek into him again, “Besides, it’s your last day in my house. You should choose.”

“It’s your house overall. And I thought I wasn’t supposed to live off of nothing but takeout?” He responded.

“Yeah, and we’ve had plenty of healthy things before for this week. Like eggs, or soup.”

“By soup, you mean instant ramen, I assume? Anyway, it’s, once again, your house. I’m not making you get deliveries for me. I’ll just have whatever you normally do.”

“That would be instant ramen.” She said, “You know, if you married me, it’d be our house.”

“I will not marry you.”

“You wanted commitment.” She giggled, and he elbowed her slightly.

“Yes, as in long-term, not marriage.”

“I heard a yes.” Midias groaned,

“The answer is no.”

“Why?”

“I’ve known you for a week. Less than that, in fact.”

“Good point. How far away do you want the wedding to be.”

“A while. At least six months.”

“Lilies or roses?”

“Roses.”

“What kind of metal for the rings?”

“I’m not marrying you!” He exclaimed, exasperation sneaking into his tone. “I’d like to date for at least a few months first.” She blinked at him.

“I know. You said six.”

“If I want to, I’ll propose.”

“And I’m proposing.” He raised an eyebrow, but after staring at her for a moment, sighed.

“Plan for a year or more ahead. And no throwing money into it for at least the first six months.” He said. She nodded, giving him a thumbs up. “Also, silver, assuming that would go with all of your jewelry as well.”

“It would. I have mostly black gold, but plenty of silver, too.” She nuzzled him again, arms going around him. “What season for the wedding?”

“We can plan this closer to the date.”

“At least tell me if you want a big or small one?”

“I’ve got a lot of family, and I believe you do, as well. So, it would have to be a big one.” He answered. “But that’s the last question. Nothing else.”

“Just one more…” She pleaded before he hit his head into hers tenderly.

“No!”

~

On the last day, Midias woke up in a sea of blankets with a body wrapped around him and vice versa. However, what he woke up from was the rapid ringing of a doorbell. He tried to sit up, though was quickly pulled back into bed.

“Kuri, let go. I have to get the door. Let go.”

“No… It’s still bedtime, Рыбка…⁹”

“Kuri, it’s probably my dads. ”

“But it’s so early…”

“It’s,” He checked the time, “Ten in the morning.”

“That’s too early…” She muttered, not letting go. “Come back to bed with me. Your wifey misses you…”

“You can’t miss me. I haven’t left yet.” He patted her head before attempting to gently pry her arms off of him. “But I probably need to go now…”

“Alei has an emergency key…” She mumbled, clearly not deterred by his actions, still set on keeping him in bed.

“Do you want Father to know that Dad has a key?” He asked, which seemed to convince her enough to let him leave. “Thank you.”

“You come back here right after you’re done talking…”

“I have schoolwork to do, Kuri. I’m going to the library, most likely.”

“No…” She sat up, yawning.

“You didn’t listen when I told you that to marriage.”

“You love me anyway.” He held the door open for her, and she walked through it.

“I’ve known you for seven days Kuri. It’s not realistic to say ‘I love you’ after that. Give it a few weeks, or months.”

“It’s actually been a week now. You want a prize for that?” She asked. He raised an eyebrow,

“What kind of prize?”

“Kisses.” She supplied, a small smile dancing on her lips. He paused, flushing slightly.

“Very well. May I have my prize now, before Dad comes in or breaks your doorbell?”

“Part of it.” She nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears. “You get a free subscription plan for a while.”

“How long?” He asked, leaning against the door to her room, though he already knew the answer.

“As long as you want. I’d prefer ‘till death do we part.”

“I think I can work with that.” She leaned down, and for a moment, it was perfect. No cousins or childhood friends, no obnoxious doorbells or overly complicated attempts from parents to set them up. Just a kiss, the most wonderful gift from their adventure together and the start of another.

~

“Fe, wait. Maybe they’re sleeping in…” Alei asked, his husband still ringing the doorbell like a maniac.

“Midias doesn’t sleep in.”

“Well, he’s 19 now. Maybe he’s starting to, teenagers do that sometimes.” He put a hand over his shoulder, going on his to see into the house through the peephole. “Besides, we don’t need him until dinner. Neytiri, Rena, and Selena are all going home to sleep, remember? We-” He gasped, a hand going over his mouth to hide his smile.

“What?”

“I was right. They’re perfect for each other.” He fist-bumped the air, “Our Midi has a girlfriend!”

“Let’s hope it stays that way. My bet’s on they’re married within the year.”

“Hm… Give them at least two. Midi will probably want to be graduated first.” He smiled, as Fefe shook his head. “Agree to disagree?”

“Never. We’ve got two hopeless romantics that I’ve heard ask about each other before. It’ll be a miracle if Kuri doesn’t drag him to a courthouse by the end of the month.” He smiled widely at Alei, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “In return for that outcome, I will be ringing her doorbell to oblivion.”

“So we’re giving him away?” Fefe shook his head.

“No, we’re stealing Kuri.”

~

[1] The chairs were painted by Kuri (adult), Klee and Julian (children), and Tartaglia (very incompetent adult)

[2] As a side note, I hate writing Kiearans' name because I can never spell it right. It always goes badly until I check it with the Notable Characters document. It has more vowels than God intended for anything but the French language, and I hate attempting to spell it.

[3] Tar-Tar-Taglia lover of Sneznaya Queen. There was a cat that really was gone. Tar-Tar-Taglia lover of Sneznaya Queen. It was a shame how he carried on.

[4] “Midusha” is “Midias” and the Russian suffix for names “-Usha”. It roughly translates to “cute Midi,” and is a common way that people in Russia will refer to those that they are in a relationship with. But I “englished” it so it didn’t break up the flow of the sentence or words. Please note I don’t speak Russian much if you can even count me being able to kind of tell what certain words mean as “speaking it”, so I could be wrong with something there.

[5] They’re watching The Seventh Time Loop. I stand with Midias and Tartaglia in this case, the main character’s husband deserves to be put to death, even if my own Dnd character supports the other side because that one’s more in character for her. I do not hate characters easily, but he’s right up there with Trey Clover in “Characters I Want to Watch Burn”. He is the worst person, he constantly disrespects her, and when he killed her in his previous life it clearly traumatized her. It would be one thing if it happened and got glossed over which is just slightly dumb writing, but she’s shown to have panic attacks and explicitly tells him not to touch her as one of her conditions when he makes her marry him, and then he goes and does it anyway constantly. I can’t even complain about it after she permits him, but before she does, he is in the wrong, and even afterward she still gets the panic attacks! She’s still scared of him! And every side male lead except for the main love interest brother is also the worst as far as I can tell! This isn’t even angry ranting this is sad and dejected ranting from someone betrayed by a beautiful art style and adorably cliche plot description! (Although I haven’t finished it yet, I stopped watching out of anger around episode 8 right before writing this story.)

[6] Russian for “brat” or “ass”. It’s more of a term of endearment or said in a joking way than an actual insult, though, as far as I can tell.

[X] https://www.mamalisa.com/?t=es&p=6584 - A Russian nursery rhyme, translated by the aforementioned website. I know a surprising amount of Russian nursery rhymes for someone who can not speak Russian and has no desire to visit the country. (Though I no longer have the movements memorized) The scene for this got axed, but I wanted to include this anyway because it’s a cute nursery rhyme I want to share.

[7] The best dinner. Vanilla is the best ice cream flavor and I will die on this hill. I have a lot of hills I’m dying on today, it seems.

[8] Greg’s Drinking Song is the best song to ever be made. There is no competition for its beauty. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is hilarious. The other good songs that I recommend are Face Your Fears and A Boy Band Made Up Of Four Joshes. I think most of my friends would tell you to listen to I’m So Good At Yoga, though.

[9] Рыбка means “little fish” in Russian. It’s just a common pet name (pun intended)

~

This was pretty fun to write. It was going to be a yandere fic because my DM recently told me that was in character for my girl’s (Kuri) husband, but then I got really inspired by @solxamber’s work and decided to change course while writing the first day. I should edit the beginning more since it’s still kinda clunky, but at this point, I’m going to scream if I have to look at anything in this fic for a minute more. It’s been in the oven for a bunch of weeks now and I’m done with it.

As always, comments, reblogs, and asks are welcome. Requests are open. PLEASE send me requests or comments, I love reading them and testing my writing out with different prompts. I’m more scared of you than you are of me, I promise. If you want to see more of these characters please comment, I’ll probably post more of my works for them if this gets attention. Who knows, I might even bring out the two DND campaigns I run to talk about… :)

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Swing Night - The Two, Divided: Chapter 2

Characters: Adonis, Kouga, Kaoru & Rei

Kouga: No, wait a minute. Why are you under the impression that I won’t be able to answer when I’m asked about my first love?

Obviously, it’s something I can do.

Rei & Kaoru: What!?

Kaoru: Y–You’re kidding, right? Kouga-kun, you always thought girls were intimidating, so what brought this on!?

Rei: Kouga, a bloody fistfight is not considered a first love, alright?

Kouga: Do you two really wanna drown in a sea of blood!?

Adonis: Oogami’s first love…

We’ve spent a long time together, but this is the first time I’ve heard of it. I’m interested. Please tell us more.

Kouga: Huh? Seriously? I didn’t think it’d garner this much attention.

Alright, fine. Well, it’s nothin’ I gotta hide, so I’ll tell you guys since Adonis really wants to hear it.

It wasn’t romantic love or anythin’ of that fickle sort, alright?

I just really admired her… If there’s someone who’s really good at something, then you’d think they’re really cool as a kid, right?

There was this really strong player at the card shop I used to frequent back then.

They had tables just for card battles there and everyone would battle each other.

The shop even posted the results of the battles on the wall too. It was a tiny shop –  just something that happened in a tiny world.

I really admired the people at the top of that battle ranking.

All the top rankers used aliases too. For example, if their deck centred on dragons, then they’d be called “Dragon Knight”.

Adonis: Hmm. The shop owner must have wanted the customers to be more competitive by doing that.

I don’t know much about card games, though.

You told me before that in order to get into the ranking, you’d have to get stronger, win more matches and buy newer cards, right?

You said that was necessary in order to come up with more tactics.

Kouga: Yeah. I’m surprised you remember.

Still, I was real poor back then, so I couldn’t buy a lot of cards. I strengthened my deck by gettin’ them from bets I won by battlin’.

I collected cards, did my best to put together a good deck and…

I was so happy and excited when I made it on the rankin’!

Rei: Hm? Were we talking about card battles? I thought we were talking about first loves.

Kouga: Just listen until the end.

Anyway, I wanted to tell the entire world that I’d made it – I wanted to get ‘em to remember me, “The Full-Moon Howling Wolf User Kou-chan”.

Kaoru: That’s a cute name and your reaction was pretty cute too.

Kouga: I–I ain’t cute. It’s supposed to sound cool!

Anyway, there was this one person who was always at the top.

I always cared about my rank, so I remembered her and started to look for her naturally.

Well, anyone would wanna meet someone like that, right? I’m already so strong, but who’s the one that’s runnin’ ahead of me?

But I never got to meet her ‘cause I never found her. 

I’d always visit the shop at night, but one day, I went to the shop a little earlier than usual and…

She was right there!

She was probably just a lil’ bit older than me, but she was unparalleled.

Once I knew what time she showed up, I started going to the shop at that time too. I’d challenge her and lose over and over.

I’d still ask for a rematch even when she drove me away. I’d lose and that would repeat.

Rei: I’m getting a sense of deja vu… You’re too persistent in your approach, Kouga. It’d do you well to increase your options, you know?

Kouga: Shut up~! It’s fine. This is just who I am!

Kaoru: Hmm? So your first love was an older girl that stood out at the card shop?

Kouga: It’s not like that – I just admired her. She was really frickin’ strong. I challenged her over and over, but I never stood a chance against her.

But after a while, she stopped comin’ to the shop.

And I started losin’ interest since she wasn’t on the rankings anymore.

After that, I’d sometimes show up when I felt like it and started battlin’ again.

I sure wiped the floor with my “Infinity Multiplying Wolf Deck”...♪

But I couldn’t fill the hole in my heart no matter how many times I won. There wasn’t any point since the champion wasn’t around.

I might’ve graduated from playin’ card games, but I’d love to get revenge against “The Underworld Slaughterer”.

Kaoru: That’s not a name you’d imagine a pretty older girl to have.

Kouga: Honestly, I don’t even remember what she looked like. I do think she was pretty, but maybe she had a lotta makeup on?

But I had a time where I lost so much to the point I’d be so frustrated and all I’d be thinkin’ about was her. She’d even appear in my dreams, but I was always super nervous when we talked.

I was just happy to have met and talked with her.

I dunno much about romantic love, but that sounds like the sorta feelin’ you’d hear about in romance movies, right?

So thinkin’ back, maybe… she was my first love.

Adonis: That’s a nice story. It’s very fitting for you, Oogami.

Kouga: Is it? I don’t really know what to think of it right now, though.

But that’s what it’s like when you’re a kid – you dunno if it was admiration, romantic love or respect.

It’s the same now, though. I can’t state my feelings clearly like they do in fiction.

Kaoru: Yeah. Hehe, but I’m glad to hear you had those sorts of experiences too, Kouga-kun.

I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you said something like, “I fell in love at first sight when I saw Sakuma-senpai at the live house – that was my first love.”

Kouga: Say what now!?

Rei: Oh my, oh my. So that’s why you’d look at me with such passionate eyes, Kouga…!

Adonis: He did that? I didn’t notice.

Kouga: I’mma frickin’ kill ya! T–That ain’t true at all!

Huh? Look, the movie’s over ‘cause we were chattin’ away.

Rei: Oh, it seems we were all too focused on your story.

It’s fine, we’ll just make sure we watch the next one until the end.

Kouga: We’re gonna watch more!? Ugh, seriously, no more…!

Rei: This is all for Adonis-kun’s sake. It’s too late to throw in the towel now…♪

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