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I'm just calling cause I'm used to it, you'll pick up cause you're not a quitter / a mix for suo and taichi (side a)
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#chihayafuru#mashima taichi#suou hisashi#suotai#suou x taichi#im going to post side B in the next few minutes but basically side A is ambiguous canon yearning and side B is like angst/break up mix#but they also sort of intertwine and comment on each other#addictions is the center piece of the mix and then i wouldn't ask you is like. the climax#the rosie tucker throughline is also Very Crucial although i do think its funny i used that many of their songs LMAO#also the national is every where. suotai music!#shout out to @/mirrorcities who has fed me ST music for months now truly could not have come up w this without u :'))#and your suotai mixes that altered my brain chemically#many thanks to annabelle who had to listen to this in the car for over a year now#sorry </3#suotai is love suotai is life#chihayafuru mix#my mix#zoe.txt
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you and art were invited to his grandma's friend's holiday party. you really don’t want to go.
art donaldson x introverted!fem reader (or fem reader that would just rather stay home and have her way with loverboy art and vice versa..bc like...) incredibly self-indulgent and hastily written. inspired by my desire to stay home and also my desire for art donaldson. nsfw elements! way steamier than what i've written before. happy holidays and/or happy wednesday <33
it was almost time to leave and you'd put off getting ready for as long as you possibly could.
art looks up from his spot lounging on the couch with bated breath as you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing through your hotel room.
his mouth all but hangs open as he sees you, cheek resting against his hand as he takes you in, probably wrinkling his pressed collared shirt he’s chosen to wear, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
there you stood like some sort of angel - wrapped in a silky white robe, still-damp locks of hair framing your face. he would stare at you forever if he could.
art’s attuned to you as you let out a soft sigh, your gaze a million miles away. holiday gatherings - gatherings in general - weren’t your most favorite thing. but you’d at least have art to buoy you through the evening, trying to make you laugh with aptly timed snide comments whispered in your ear at the expense of other partygoers. he'd reach his hand beneath the dinner table, thumb caressing your thigh acting as a life preserver. anything for you.
art was agreeable, malleable in social situations, but he could think of a thousand other places he’d rather be - almost all of them having to do with you wrapped around him in some way.
as you reach for your moisturizer on the dresser, art’s hand covers yours before intertwining your fingers. you melt against him as he slots his body behind yours, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. he has to hold back a moan as he inhales the scent of your shampoo, of you.
art undoes the tie of your robe, peeling it off and putting you on display to him, only in your cute bra and panties. you watch as he grabs the tub of moisturizer himself and unscrews the lid with diligent fingers, warming some between his hands.
the way art massages your shoulders, it's as if he hopes to melt away your nerves and tension, leaving kisses in their wake. he hums approvingly as he feels you exhale.
you turn around to face him, your robe a silky pool at your feet, a look of momentary bliss on your face from his ministrations. he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm as you cup his cheek with your hand.
art lets out a gasp as you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to yours. he kisses you back in earnest, licking into your mouth as his warm hands wander down to palm your ass, massaging with as much devotion as he'd given the rest of you, pulling you against him. he'd drown in you if you'd let him.
art lays you down on the bed as he continues to massage the moisturizer into your arms, pressing kisses and giving attention to each hand, each individual finger. looking down to meet his gaze, you see his pupils dwarfing the depths of his blue eyes with that little kiss of brown.
you can't hold back your moans as art leaves lingering kisses on the tops of your breasts - he's all lips and tongue and gentle nips, teasing the hardening buds of your nipples through your bra, trailing his way down your stomach.
art’s lashes flutter shut as he licks the sensitive skin around your navel, tracing teasing shapes with his tongue right above the cute little bow at the top of your panties. god, you tasted so sweet.
art gives you a crooked grin as you squirm, cheeks flushing, breath now coming out in sweet, shallow pants.
"y'know, you're making me wanna keep you here all to myself."
you mumble with weak protest something about being worried about being late, about making a good impression on his grandmother. art chuckles and rolls his eyes with resignation.
"okay, if you say so." he crawls up your body, giving your cheek a tender caress with his thumb as he leans in closer.
"just wait until i get you back here," the words of encouragement more for himself than you at this point as art pulls himself away and goes to retrieve his sweater from the hotel dresser.
a little motivation to get you both through the night never hurt anyone.
#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson#challengers#challengers fic#***#posting this bc i’m anxious about seeing family send twt 🤧🤍#bc sometimes you have things you want to write and have wanted to write forever#and sometimes you're sitting in your room before family christmas dinner and you think about art donaldson#but hey !! we wrote something! yay!#art is a tease and a lil manipulative oops#snake art truthers win again i guess#challengers writing#slush writes ౨ৎ⋆˚
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True Love vs Infatuation | Gojo x Reader
Summary: Gojo loves nothing more than spending time with you, even if it only consists of doing the most mundane of things. It wasn't until today, you realized just how much Gojo Satoru loves you.
Pairing: High School Gojo x YN
Genre: fluff, established relationship
Word Count: 2.4k
A/n: Imma be so honest idk wtf this is but I wrote it a hellaaa long time ago. So bc JJK s2 is out I thought why not post this drabble I wrote a long ass time ago. I also genuinely think this prolly isn't how canon Gojo would act but bruh I tried!! Anyways enjoy
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Incandescent fireflies painted the dark sky with small flakes of light, creating an enriched serene atmosphere for reading.
So there you sat cross-legged, outside your balcony, fully engrossed by the book you were reading.
You slowly became hypnotised by the words allocated within the pages of the novel you were reading.
As your eyes further loomed through the pages and comprehended the context, your eyebrows furrowed in irritation and cuss words occasionally left your lips.
Lost and captivated by the words decorating the interior pages of the book, you paid no mind to the snoring boy who laid down on your lap.
You continued reading the story. Book in your dominant hand; whereas, the other one gently massaged the scalp of the teenage boy on your lap.
Page after page began to turn, and soon enough you’ve reached the final page… to say you were disappointed was an understatement.
Angered at the ending, you immediately slammed the book down on a coffee table and debated on whether or not you should ignite it on fire for illustrating such a realistic yet heartbreaking ending.
Your sudden outburst lured the teenage boy out of his sleep, and he groaned, carelessly rubbing his eyes during his tired state.
“Did one of your favourite manga boys die again?” he asked, now fully sitting up and stretching his arms.
“You’re not entirely wrong,” you aggravatedly muttered.
“Then tell me what’s aggravating your pretty self and giving you wrinkles,” he stated and you didn’t even bother showing your irritation to the latter comment.
You took a deep breath, turned your head and he watched as your eyes became livid as you recited the vast difference of each character’s milieu and how their fate perfectly intertwined with one another.
Your hands doing all sorts of motions, in an attempt to exemplify your extreme dislike and sadness of the poetic story you read.
A story involving two individuals who unconsciously were ameliorating each other’s lives.
“It’s infuriating Satoru!! Did these two airheads even love each other?? It hasn’t even been like 24 hours and the girl is already marrying the man who was bawling his eyes over another girl- love of my life my ass,”
Satoru listened to your outburst intently, smiling at the sounds of your melodic voice.
You let out a small huff of frustration, before finally ending your rant and the tears suddenly cascaded down your pale skin, “That being said, the author is able to write damn well.”
Satoru only laughed quietly, wiping away your stray tears with his right hand, “I thought you hated sad romantic books? Why would you willingly choose to read Shakespere? At least watch the movie instead,” he replied and began playing with your hair.
His reply caught you off guard and you tilted your head in confusion, staring at him with wide eyes.
“You know what book I’m talking about?” you asked incredulously.
“Yes… why do you look so shocked?” he asked, continuing to brush the threads of your h/l h/c hair, “It’s Romeo and Juliet, how could I not know? I swear Shoto was straight up fangirling about the movie actor-Da Vinci!!”
“Da Vinci?” you replied, flicking his forehead and trying to hide your growing amusement, causing the man to pout his lips, “How the hell would a painter act? A dead painter at that.”
“No- no Leonardo Da Vinci the actor-”
It took every fibre in you to not burst out laughing at the moron in front of you, “My love, listen to me carefully- it's Di Caprio. Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa.”
The man in front of you scoffed at your reply.
“Da Vinci. Di Caprio, who cares. They’re both Leo’s involved in the art industry of the world. You must admit though, neither of them compare to me!” he said proudly.
“I don’t know…. Leonardo Di Caprio does seem to have a lot of fangirls right now…. I mean have you seen him in Romeo and Juliet? Or better yet, Titanic?”
The man only poked the interior of his cheek with his tongue, scowling at you as you laughed.
“The real question is though- did you read the book?”
“Yes,” he let out, not missing a beat.
“The Satoru Gojo reads? The world must be ending,” you teased, clasping one of his hands and using your other hand to caress his cheek.
Satoru didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned into your hand and softly smiled.
His eyes soon twinkled into amusement, as an idea struck him.
Noticing the change of his behaviour, you lifted an eyebrow to display your confusion. Satoru remained silent and instead flipped you over, so that your back was pressed against the couch.
He smirked, straddling your hips and began tickling your sides.
Squirming under his touch, you burst into fits of laughter, “T-toru…. S-stop….” you tried to breathe out, “Gojo- p-please hahahaha.”
Your pleas only encouraged him to tickle you faster, and you soon began to kick your feet, thrashing beneath the man as if your strength could overpower his.
“Say Gojo Satoru is the strongest person in the world,” he smiled, continuing his attack.
“I’d rather die,” you said in between heaps of laughter.
The man poked the interior of his cheek before smirking at you, a playful smile adorning his face as he continued with his attack.
“Being tickled to death. Hm that seems new, I’ll discard your body so don’t worry, suit yourself,” he replied and grazed his fingers at your newly exposed skin, since your shirt slowly began to ride up above your navel.
“Ok ok… Gojo… is the… strongest person….”
“Go on, continue,” he encouraged.
Despite the laughter escaping your lips, forcing your eyes shut, you already sensed the cockiness behind his words and you immediately laughed harder when you thought of something that would catch him off guard.
“Gojo- i-is… the… strongest….” you stuttered out.
“Altogether, now, state the full name,” he stated. Although, it seemed more like a command than a request.
“OK!! Gojo Y/n is the strongest person in the world,” you spurred out in one quick breath.
Impressed with the turn of events and his lack of words, you could not help but smirk- considering you made this cocky guy lose his demeanour.
His tickling immediately ceased, his irises resembling a deer caught in the headlights, and his mouth slowly falling open.
Gojo was in disbelief, as he tried to ensure his hearing wasn’t deteriorating and the words that escaped your mouth not too long ago were not a part of his mere illusive imagination.
Before he could recover and say some snide snarky remark, you grabbed Satoru’s shirt, pulling him down with you against the cushions of the couch you resided on.
The action took him by surprise, but he didn't refuse and instead grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, with his arms eventually caging you beneath him.
He licked your bottom lip, and you found yourself parting your mouth slightly, both your tongues intertwining with one another.
Caressing your cheek, he then began to angle your head more towards the left, and did not hesitate to bite your bottom lip shortly after.
You hissed at the new sensation, and Gojo immediately attempted to alleviate the now burning sensation on your lips by running his lips over the new forming bruise.
You were the first to pull back to breathe. As the both of you attempted to even out your breathing, one of your hands caressed his dusted pink cheeks, while the other one removed his sunglasses, revealing those piercing icy blue eyes you fell in love with.
He looked at you with such love and adoration that you could not help but feel butterflies swarming around your stomach.
Your e/c eyes looked up at his illuminating bright blue ones and you smiled, “I’m the strongest person in the world, Toru.”
“That you are,” he replied, kissing your nose.
“You’re not even going to rebuttal and be the cocky bastard you usually are?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re the strongest… The strongest doesn’t necessarily mean having the most power. It’s your character. Plus you got me… not just anyone could make me fall in love with them. You have my tall ass whipped around your finger.”
You stared at your boyfriend, in awe and bursted out laughing. “We’re both strong. How about that?”
“Mhm. We’re the top two strongest special grade sorcerers to exist, and for the next century to come” he muttered and buried himself into your neck, as he was now fully lying down on you.
You laughed at his reply, “Your best friend might not like that statement so much,”
“... I mean you’re also my best friend and technically you’re stronger than him, not by a longshot but still stronger nonetheless… and I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he mumbled and kissed your neck.
You quietly hummed in reply, and began to softly hymn the songs of a soft lullaby.
Satoru was still lying on top of you, and as the melody escaped your lips, your fingers threaded his soft white hair.
Gojo Satoru was at peace. This cocky bastard was like putty in your hands, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
To others his exterior forecasted a childish, arrogant and conceited individual. One who would blatantly show his dislike to those who he did not give an ounce of care for.
And to the shaman and other sorcerers who only knew his name, he was a force to be reckoned with and feared.
But to you, he was only Gojo Satoru.
“Y/n?” he called out softly.
“Yeah?”
“You know, I love you, right?” his face may have been hiding in your neck, but you could feel him smiling.
You raised an eyebrow at his sudden comment, but even you couldn’t stop the smile threatening to form, “I know. And I love you too, forever and always,”
“You didn’t lie though earlier,” he randomly stated, “One day, your new name will become Gojo Y/n.”
“Satoru…” you whispered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall.
“One day, I’ll marry you… and when we’re older you'll become the mother of our children.”
“One day Satoru, one day,” you replied, kissing his temple. “By the way, since when did you even read- romance books?”
You felt his breathing hitch and he slowly pried himself off of you, aimlessly scratching the back of his head.
“Uhm… like two years ago?”
“Why though?”
“About two years ago, there was a new transfer student. I noticed she was eloquently spoken, especially in English-”
“Eloquently spoken??” You asked, trying to suppress your laughter.
“Shut up and let me finish,”
You covered your mouth and smiled.
“Anyways, I was coming back from a mission and stuffing my face with an assortment of sweets. Then I heard you and Shoko talking about romance novels, and how you liked guys that read… so the first book I picked up was some corny romance manga and then I read Romeo and Juliet. Shitty book that I barely understood but happy ending I guess.”
“So you only started reading because you overheard me talk about it?” you pinched his cheeks, “Aw, first year Gojo Satoru was so whipped and in love, how sweet”
Satoru only rolled his eyes at your statement, and you bursted out laughing as you remembered his attempts to woo you back in your first year.
“I thought you barely had any hobbies?” you asked.
“I don’t. Because I’m good at everything.”
“Yet you still chose to pick up reading of all things?” you slightly laughed.
“I would pick up any hobby if you asked me to, honestly.”
“No offence, but if that is where you got your romance from you did a shitty job, love.” you giggled.
“Ouch,” he replied, “But hey it went pretty well, you’re mine now anyways.”
“That you are,” You replied, kissing his nose. “So if you read the book and I assume you also watched the movie, do you understand my pain?”
“100% Romeo is an airhead. He was probably just horny and infatuated with the first female he saw,” he bluntly stated and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, Satoru joining in on your laughter.
As your laughs began to die down he continued, “On a serious note though… Whether or not it was love, their actions prove that they did love each other. I guess love really does make you blind, their suicide only proved that.”
“Tragic ending?”
“Not really… in a way, I believe it’s a happy ending- that is, assuming those two airheads were actually in love with each other.”
“Did you not hear me muttering cuss words when reading and slamming the book? If you asked me, that book was nothing but aggravating and sad.”
“Sad as their death was, it was a happy ending. They claimed to have met their soulmate and the love of their life before they died. Not everyone gets that luxury you know?”
You looked at your boyfriend with both amazement and confusion, “Since when were you so wise?”
“I don’t even know, love. But I’m not wrong…. Our story would be much happier though, because neither of us are gonna die.”
“You spoke nothing but the truth,” you quietly replied and the two of you began leaning into each other once again.
“Who knew Satoru could be such a wise lil baby,” said a voice, laughing.
The two of you immediately pulled away, and looked up to see no one other than Geto Suguru, the poor third wheeler of your relationship.
“Suguru… how long have you been there for?” you asked.
“Enough to know that this man loves you way too much… to the point where he knows his feelings for you aren’t infatuation but solid feelings.”
While you were a blushing mess, Gojo only smiled and smacked his best friend on his back, “Okay enough chit chat, why don’t we all get something to eat, yeah? I suggest-”
“Steak. We’re eating steak tonight at that new restaurant. You both are paying. It’s the least you could do for making me witness such crap.”
“You’re just mad because you’re single, bro”
“Ain’t that the truth,” you agreed.
“Shut the actual fuck, both of you lovebirds.”
The three of you then laughed and made your way to the restaurant of Suguru’s choice.
A/n: So any thoughts? I hope you all liked it <3 Ngl, this does have another part to it, but idk if I'll ever post it tbh. Follow me on my ao3 account I have other ffs there too @idekmxre
#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jjk x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen#yn#jujutsu sorcerer#fanfic#character x reader#fluff#jjk fluff#established relationship#fanfiction#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujustu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen season 2
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Our Little Secret
summary: secrets are meant to told eventually, right?
warnings: none! well maybe a little suggestive but nothing major I swear
a/n: less would so keep stuff like this to herself
word count: 1.6k
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The sun seemed to follow you everywhere you went these days. Not even the heaviest of rain or the strongest of storms could dampen your mood. You found selfish solace in the way the world appeared to conspire in your favor.
In the midst of your bliss, you couldn’t help but feel that the universe had, in some inexplicable way, aligned the stars just for you and Alessia. Whatever hurdle or bump in the road you’d gone through together now long forgotten. Every fight or falling out had been transformed into a stepping stone, leading you both closer than you ever thought possible.
The two of you had been in a bubble for weeks. During which time felt like a mere concept. Each day jumping into the next as if the world outside didn’t exist. And it didn’t, not really. Not even when the car came to a rolling stop outside your home for the next several days.
Before you even got the chance to unbuckle your seatbelt, Alessia was up and striding around to your side of the car, opening the door for you.
You’d never get used to the way she looks at you. As if you yourself had hung the moon and the stars and sewed the Milky Way all for her. Perhaps you were biased. But in her eyes you were the center of her universe, and it made you feel like the luckiest girl on earth.
Without even a second thought, you reached out and grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with your own. Thanking her with a kiss as she closed the door behind you.
It was then that you both went through the motions, just as you’d done so many times before. The routine of your arrival was a dance of shared chores, both of you seamlessly moving around each other, the perfect team.
With a comfortable synchronicity, she fetched your bags from the car, whilst you grabbed her coat headed up the steps to be greeted by the staff of St. George’s.
“Looking good, Y/L/N” one of the social media team commented from behind the camera, sticking out a fist for you to bump when you passed.
“Looking good, feeling good” you respond with a wink to the camera, catching the fist bump with practiced ease. “You alright over there Less?” You then shout over your shoulder.
Alessia’s voice carried a cheerful tone as she responded, “Never been better!” She playfully saluted the social media team member with a grin, wrestling the bags up the small flight of steps.
“See folks, chivalry isn’t dead” you spoke into the lense one last time before heading inside and towards the lift.
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You were late to warm ups.
Not by much, mind. But late nonetheless.
It’s Alessia's fault for looking so good. With her low bun and her cargos and her roaming hands. How you could not pull her collar first into your room and kiss her lips swollen and whisper promises of more later as a reward for her hard work on the grass.
Pointed looks came your way when you entered the gym. Fingertips brushing the others as you walked side by side towards the raised eyebrows and sly grins.
“Finally decided to join us then?” Ella remarked from her spot stretching on the mats.
You prod her with the toe of your shoe when you were close enough. “So nice to see you too, Tooney”, you teased, plopping down next to her on the floor.
“Miss me yet?” She asks. Alluding to the fact that Alessia's move down south triggered your move from United also. Slightly unconventional, but the stars aligned and the offer of a new club was too good to turn down.
“What? Do I miss your obnoxiously loud shower singing and the fact we never got any privacy? Hard call”
“Less, tell your girlfriend to stop bullying me” Ella whines.
Alessia catches your eye at Ella’s words, amusement swimming in her baby blues.
“She’s fine” she shuts down, earning a groan from her best friend. “Want me to sort your hair, babe?” Already lowering herself to kneel behind you.
“Do you guys even know how to function separately anymore?” Ella asks.
You pretended to ponder the question, sharing a mischievous look with Alessia. “Function separately? I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean”
A chorus of playful groans filled the air and you leaned back against Alessia as she finished securing your hair, her fingers tracing comforting patterns on the exposed skin of your neck.
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Being a public figure meant that you had become quite attuned to the prying eyes of others.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and your shoulders naturally find themselves shooting upwards as a form of anxious protection.
You turn around when you hear the scrape of boots behind you.
“Jesus, Mary. Why they hell are you sneaking around like that? You creeper”
“You’re hiding something”
Her words hung in the air, and the changing room seemed to shrink as her focus intensified on you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you scramble. Turning back around to busy yourself with organising your already spotless cubby.
Mary, undeterred, took a step closer. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve known you long enough to recognise when something’s up. Spill it”
Your shoulders tensed as you continued to feign ignorance. “Seriously, Mary, it’s just pre-game jitters. Nothing more, nothing less”
Mary arched an eyebrow, her skepticism clear as day and it makes you want to run for the hills. “Pre-game jitters? Since when do you get pre-game jitters?”
A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “Well, you know, we need the points. I’m getting nervous we won’t qualify”
“Nerves don’t explain why you and Alessia have been acting weirdly happy lately. What gives?”
You glanced at her, head spinning at attempting to keep up the facade as she changes tack.
“We-“ you start, deciding that if Mary could switch things up, you could too. So clearing your throat, you carry on, “we had a good morning. We weren’t late down for nothing”
Mary wasn’t stupid. It took her mere seconds to figure out what you meant and you smirked at the way her face twisted in disgust.
Her eyes widened, her initial amusement giving way to mock horror. “God, please spare me the details, Y/N. I didn’t sign up for the morning-after report”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Mary’s exaggerated reaction. “You asked! I’m just giving you an answer. It’s not my fault you decided to be nosey”
Mary shook her head in disbelief she’d walked into a situation like this, “Alright, alright! Way too much information there”
“You think?” You question. “I’m sure I can talk Less into letting me give you a play by play. I’m very convincing”
“Nope, stop! That’s enough,” Mary exclaimed, holding up her hands in a mock surrender.
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The evening at camp unfolded with a relaxed rhythm as the team gathered for dinner. The aroma of the meal filled the cafeteria, and the mood was light-hearted, with conversations bouncing off the walls and laughter creating a steady hum across the room.
Alessia sat to your left, a hand of yours resting on her thigh under the table. Whilst she slung an arm over the back of your chair as she made conversation with Hempo who was sat on the other side of her.
It gives you time to reflect. To savour the moment you find yourself in. Here, doing the job you love, with the people you care so much about. It’s a privilege you’re grateful to hold.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“Oh, hey Kei” you say, startled out of your own mind for a second.
“You okay? You seem distracted”
You are, a little. But in a good way.
“All good. Just happy you know, to be here”. Keira looks at you with a fond smile. She understands, you knew she would. “If I tell you something, can you promise not to tell the others? Not yet, anyway”
She nods, unperturbed at your request.
“Me and Less got engaged a couple weekends back” you hum, bringing your glass of water to your lips. “It’s why we’ve been acting a little different”
Keira raises an eyebrow, a knowing look covering her face. “Engaged, huh? Took you two long enough”. You blink at how unsurprising this information seems to her, and she chuckles. “Come on, Y/N. I can read the signs. I’m surprised no one else has caught on yet. Congratulations, though. About time you made it official”
Relieved, you share a laugh. “You knew?”
“Please, I have eyes. But hey, I’m happy for you two. Just don’t expect me to be all teary-eyed when you break the news to the the rest of them”
You instinctively squeeze Alessia’s leg. She smoothed the pad of her thumb over your neck in response.
“Who popped the question then?” Keira asks. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, the action making your interactions slightly. Something you’d thank her for another time.
“She did. Wine and cheese night” you chuckle.
Keira types something on her phone, still maintaining her laid-back demeanor. “Classic”
You chuckle. “Yeah, I thought so”
She glances up from her phone with a smirk. “Well, spill the plans. When are you making the big announcement?”
“After camp,” you reply, your gaze briefly meeting Alessia’s. “We wanted some time to ourselves first”
Keira nods approvingly. “Smart move. You both deserve the privacy. But when it’s out, get ready for chaos”
You raise your glass in agreement. “Oh, we’re expecting chaos, but the good kind”
Keira smirks. “The best kind. Well, cheers to you two. I’ll keep the lid on this until you’re ready. I promise”
Then she’s standing, tucking her phone back away, squeezing your shoulder as she leans down to whisper something into Alessia’s ear. Your fiancés attention now taken away from Lauren.
You know what Keira has said by the way Alessia looks at you. Her blue eyes sparkling and her lips tugging into a small smile as you shrug.
One person won’t hurt.
#alessia russo#alessia russo x reader#awfc#awfc x reader#engwnt#engwnt x reader#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine
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A Soft Spot
Pairing: Crosshair/f!Reader
Words: 8127 (oneshot)
Tags/warnings: post-s3 on Pabu, gardener!reader, carpenter!Crosshair, these two idiots have been beating around the bush for ages and reader said finally, "hold my beer," first date, anxious!Crosshair, therapist OC mentioned, carpenter OC mentioned, fluff, making out, grinding, sensuality, no smut but they were close! maybe in part 2
Summary: Crosshair likes you, yes. But due to his rough past and his penchant for self-deprecation, it all lands on you to make the first move.
A/N: This has been a long time coming. The lore I have for these two is substantial enough that you might become sick of me in the near future lol. Also, it’s just so fun to build the lore for Pabu as well, which is why there’s two OCs mentioned that are intertwined with Crosshair’s life. Sor’ren and Lorik are goofs.
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Had there been a way to quell the simmering nerves in his stomach, Crosshair would have done so by now.
It’s not that he’s unaccustomed to the flutter of anxiety. No, he has long accepted that it’ll remain a permanent companion until he sorts out his… issues, according to Omega.
His first appointment with Sor’ren Valu, the island therapist, is in two rotations. The stranger was cordial over the comm call. Enthusiastic, even. Crosshair felt so uncomfortable that he was certain his curt words would deter the man from taking him as a client altogether. As it is, Sor’ren was seemingly unperturbed because the appointment still exists. Omega was the one who sought the older man out in the first place after a particularly nasty argument between Crosshair and Hunter.
She didn’t have to expend herself like that. She shouldn’t have had to do that in the first place. The fact that she did leaves a guilty, sour taste in his mouth. Until he starts this journey of self-discovery or self-awareness or whatever it is he so desperately needs, Crosshair figures he can withstand the discomfort of anxiety in the meantime when it makes its presence known.
But whenever he’s around you, the sensation amplifies tenfold.
It starts with a stirring in his belly, building gradually. That’s when he’s either thinking of you or catches sight of you for the first time each day. Your paths always seem to cross, one way or another. But it’s when you notice him, and your features transform into what he deems as unadulterated radiance, the uncomfortable stirring is accompanied by a ribbon of affection drawing up his spine.
When you approach him, and kind words spill from your lips, the nerves fight for dominance. He grapples with unwanted thoughts such as; am I enough? Am I worth your attention? If you knew of my dazzling track record, would you still gravitate towards me like you do now?
And yet, your smile doesn’t falter despite his hesitance; you still reach for him. Your touch is what brings a flooding of warmth into his being, banishing the dark shadows that are so desperate to sink their claws into him, drawing him away from the light. It’s harder to explain this feeling, he realizes, when your fingers intertwine perfectly with his.
“Have you eaten yet?”
Your question, even, elicits such uncertainty from Crosshair because you care.
“I haven’t,” he manages to say.
You lift up his palm and wrap your other hand around it, cradling his hand for a moment before pressing the pads of your fingers into the muscle of his wrist, as if rhythmically following a pattern. He watches, enamored.
Seemingly unaware of how much emotional turmoil you cause him, your gaze settles across the street as you hum thoughtfully. How can you stay so calm and so collected? Surely you can feel how warm his palm is, how his hand threatens to tremble underneath your touch. Everyone sweats during the hot season, but even so, he hopes with frantic desperation, that you don’t mind just how clammy his skin is.
“We could grab a bite to eat at Rosie’s?”
You do this often. He’s cornered into these situations, these gentle, kind instances where he has no choice but to follow your orbit. He simply can’t say no.
Not that he wants to.
The café, Rosie’s, is a local favorite on Pabu. Omega has dragged him here numerous times over the course of their time on Pabu already, usually after a long day of work or for breakfast on the weekends. He doesn’t mind the atmosphere. The open patio is lined with bistro chairs that overlook the bay, with a spectacular view of every sunset. But most importantly, it doesn’t feel stifling compared to other cramped communal areas on Pabu.
“I’ll take the usual,” you tell the waitress, someone who you’d greeted with familiarity only moments ago.
The stranger eyes Crosshair, which prompts him to mutter his order, something you deem fitting for his tastes because you say as much. She pauses, looking between you both before asking, “Will this be on one tab or separate?”
“One tab,” Crosshair says without a second thought, staring off over the balcony. You start to protest but he shoots you a furtive glare. You pause, shooting him an amused glare back. When he fails to relent, you roll your eyes, mumbling about being able to pay for your own food. For once, he believes he’s won.
Not that it matters. But you tend to take the lead on most things and, well…
The waitress spares you a knowing look before grabbing the menus and disappearing back into the café. With no menu to act as a barrier between you both, he elaborates.
“You…look out for me in other ways.”
When your expression turns serious, he takes that as his sign to explain further. “You’ve only known me for a couple months and yet… You’ve given me produce from the gardens and… You won’t let me pay for it. So let me do this for you. Please.”
The last word he adds as an afterthought, trying to ignore how entirely foreign on it feels on his tongue.
Anxieties regarding his past fail to abate when he focuses on you, growing louder and more prominent. It’s as if his world narrows and suddenly he’s only seeing tunnel vision. His traitorous mind wonders about drawing nearer to you, not just physically, but emotionally as well. He wishes he could just focus on the physical responses. That would be easy enough. But everything related to the mind and human emotion leaves him feeling stunted. He asks himself often; could you learn to accept him, his flaws, despite the thick layers of regret that weigh him down?
An ideal world starts to unfold in front of him, one where your presence is constant, and it’s almost… terrifying.
You interrupt his musings by regaling him about the latest mishap at the garden center. At some point, he feels relaxed enough to lean back against his seat, with his arms crossed. When you explain how poorly the sprinkler system was fixed, to no fault of your own but to the abilities of your lacking mechanic, he lifts a hand to cover his mouth as you speak, masking the way his lips twitch up higher and higher with every word.
“I was soaked,” you end, your eyebrows pinched as you recall that afternoon.
“I’m sure that was a sight,” he responds, no longer hiding his mirth.
He laughs, surprising himself and you, when you reach across the table to give him a good-natured swat on the arm.
“Tell me about the workshop,” you say. “Working for Lorik must be interesting.”
It’s comical then, the way you read him so well. That, or his face must betray his thoughts because you huff, the sound not a laugh, but a near distant cousin.
“Lorik is… something else,” Crosshair says, and then the food arrives. He doesn’t notice the hunger nipping at his stomach until a waft of the soup hits his nose.
“Tell me more,” you prompt before taking a big slurp of your broth.
He does because it’s easy to tell you the truth. He explains that while his mentor is patient, Lorik tends to become distracted and starts a different project before finishing his current one. It grates on Crosshair endlessly and proves to be his biggest obstacle with working so closely alongside a natborn; the difference in work ethic is irksome, to say the least.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Crosshair grumbles, “and it’s not efficient. We have a client who signed a flimsi contract earlier this month and I’ve had to remind Lorik about it twice already.” You nod encouragingly and he wills himself to continue, “We still haven’t started that house yet. Just yesterday, he began organizing supplies for a hypothetical project for the mayor instead.”
Your gaze is thoughtful when you say, “Maybe Lorik’s brain works differently than yours.”
This earns a huff from Crosshair. He shakes his head and wonders why you’re probably right. He continues to explain how carpentry requires more precision than anticipated. It’s good practice for his prosthetic, and he holds his right hand gingerly as he explains the process of using a team of droids and his own hands when preparing the necessary materials for a new construction.
“Pabuan cocowood is a hot commodity among the islanders, which makes it expensive. We’re careful to only harvest a small amount each month, all while coordinating with the island council about replanting new trees in the process.”
“I’m familiar,” you say, winking. He sits silently, noting the way sunset reflects off of the mischievous glint in your eyes. Heat blooms across his cheeks.
You’re probably well aware of island conservation efforts because you’re the lead gardener and oversee the greenhouse yourself. Sometimes he forgets that you’ve been living on the island longer than him.
Before he knows it, an hour has passed and the food is gone. He’s laid enough credits down on the table to pay for the meals and then some for a tip. Omega scolded him the first time he forgot to tip. It was an honest mistake, he had explained. I’ve been a soldier all my life, not a civvie.
You both rise from your chairs to leave the patio, and in one swift moment, you round the table to lean up and press a kiss onto his cheek before he even registers the movement. The softness of your lips is fleeting, like a kiss from the ocean breeze and it takes him far too long to react. He looks down at you with surprise, his spine rigid at the outward affection and you merely spare him a crooked smile before you stride away towards the cobblestone path.
Crosshair doesn’t like to be outmatched, he decides. It takes only a few strides to catch up before he fishes for your touch, making sure to stand on your left so that his good hand clasps with yours. You’re wordless when he looks down to gauge your reaction but a coy smile tugs at your mouth as you stare down at your feet as you both walk.
If you notice how he draws nearer to you during the trek to the upper levels of Pabu, you fail to give him any indication. The silence is oddly comfortable, making Crosshair begin to understand the importance of good company. It allows him to feel relaxed enough to notice his surroundings, like admiring how the sunset casts the island in a glorious golden hue. The temperature has dropped significantly compared to the usual afternoon heat and the streets are clearing, as not many residents are mulling about during this hour. It’s Crosshair’s favorite period of time on the island.
“Cross?”
His stomach flips at the nickname.
“Yeah?”
You squeeze his hand once and he returns the gesture.
“Do you… Would you want to come over tonight? We could watch a holomovie. Or I’ve some tea I could brew for us.”
“A holomovie,” he echoes, feeling light-headed.
“And tea,” you add, as if it’s an incentive of sorts.
The prospect of spending more time with you, and privately at that, is more appealing that Crosshair would care to admit. He has yet to do so, often wondering how well the two of you would fit in an intimate setting. Would his predisposition as a clone, on top of his history with the Empire, be too jagged of a shape for you to accommodate? While he’s rough and sewn together by the hardship of war, you meet him with a kindness that soothes his woes, and with a softness that shakes him to his core.
And on top of it all, he isn’t sure what to call this… thing.
To call it a ‘relationship’ seems lacking, but also simultaneously daunting. It’s a word that he never thought he’d use in a romantic sense anyway. But the juxtaposition of you both somehow works, despite all the odds. He’s the oil and you’re the water, and when combined together, it shouldn’t work. You shouldn’t mix. And yet, here is he, handfasted and walking you home.
A former sniper and the island gardener. Together.
No, he still can’t find the right word for who you are to him. He’ll have to think about that later.
He takes a deep breath to steady himself before answering.
“I…Yeah, sure. I’d… like that,” he says because eloquence has always been his strength.
“Great,” you beam, your expression instantly knocking the wind out of him.
He decides then that he’ll never tire of your smile.
It feels like lightyears later when Crosshair finally crosses over the threshold of your home for the first time.
A dry, abrupt chuckle releases from him because of course the entryway smells like you, like fresh herbs and baked bread, and of course there’s not a shoe or jacket out of place and he’s met instead with a living room that’s clean, but not sterile because pillows upon pillows are on every seated surface, and there’s blankets, old books, and the windows are already open, linen curtains billowing as the breeze trickles in.
He’s not sure he’s ever stepped into a room that’s the visual representation of comfort before. Sure, his own home with his brothers comes close, but it’s normally a mess, and it’s never quiet, and Omega tries her hardest to keep them all busy instead of the alternative she deems as most unfavorable; isolation. Maker forbid that they stay in their personal quarters for too long.
But in Crosshair’s defense, he’d rather find solace by himself than attend another neighborhood barbecue. His one gripe about Pabu is how nosy every resident is. Omega claims they mean well, but he has yet to be convinced otherwise. If meaning well translates to digging their noses into other people’s business, he wants no part in it.
While he had openly surveyed the space, you’d made your way to the kitchen, turning on the valve to the gas stovetop and placing a kettle on the flickering flame. Not sure what to do with himself, Crosshair shoves his hands into his pockets and meanders around the living room.
The floors creak with each step and his eyes do a clean sweep of the structure of the house, the material composition of the walls, the trimming, and realizes this is the oldest model of homes on the island. Lorik’s handiwork is absent in the way the rooms are laid out. A staircase right in front of the entryway should’ve been a dead giveaway. This must’ve been an original house on the island before the Clone Wars had begun.
You would own one of the most charming houses on Pabu. How fitting.
But as his eyes trail along the bannister, a flicker of movement at the top of the stairs makes him pause. A tail, thick and dark, twitches before a small head peers through a set of columns.
It’s… a tooka cat.
The realization strikes him as sensical. You have yet to meet Batcher but he would bet all of his credits that you’d adore her at first glance, seeing as you now obviously have a penchant for domestic animals.
The creature stares at him with narrowed eyes and Crosshair stares back, slightly amused. The pads of your feet against the wooden floors alert him of your approach and he turns just in time to catch you grinning up at the tooka.
“I wondered if she’d come out to greet you. She’s not overly fond of people. Except me, of course but this is probably as far as she’ll go until you leave.”
Crosshair quirks an eyebrow at that. “We’re not so dissimilar then,” he says, suppressing a grin.
You’re biting your lower lip when you shake your head. “I suppose you are quite feline in quality,” you respond in turn.
That muscles a huff of laughter from him, the reaction involuntary. You laugh along with him, and he’s suddenly glad for the crack in his cool composure because it means witnessing the pink hue blooming across your cheeks.
You’re adorable and the thought alone makes his palms sweat again.
“Yeah, I suppose,” he says, words evading him.
“Rowena is slow to trust. Maybe if you… come over often enough, she’ll warm up to your presence.”
The insinuation of visiting more frequently isn’t lost on him and it makes his pulse quicken. Before he can conjure up a response, there’s a low whistling from the kitchen and you’re padding back to the stovetop to whisk the kettle off of the heat.
Crosshair spares Rowena one more glance, committing her name to memory as her ears draw back at his unwanted attention. Feline in quality, he muses. Slow to trust, not fond of strangers, among many other things. Is Rowena just as prickly as him too?
“Come sit with me,” you say. He breaks the staring contest with Rowena first by turning his gaze to see you walking slowly with a mug in both hands. Crosshair doesn’t waste a moment to meet you halfway, intent on lessening your load.
“I made two different kinds of herbal tea,” you say, when he outreaches his hand. “So which do you prefer; sweet or mild?”
He doesn’t think he has a preference. He’s never had a choice in the past, but that’s changed over the last year. He supposes that if he had to choose…
“Sweet.”
You hand him a mug, murmuring be careful, and he nestles the cup close to him, wisps of steam curling upwards, hitting his nose with a pleasant aroma as the two of you make for the sofa.
You settle into the cushion, a hopeful look in your eye that causes him to hesitate, looking at the vast space next to you. One of his traitorous thoughts from earlier resurfaces again; how close is too close?
You must sense his trepidation because you save him the worry by patting the spot right next to you. Your expression brooks no sign of doubt, a lazy, close-lipped smile gracing your features when he finally slinks down next to you.
He tries to ignore the rigidity in his neck when he realizes how little distance there is between you both. Suddenly the other side of the couch seems expansive.
You surprise him then, by leaning close, cradling your mug in your lap. It takes some willpower but he forces himself to tilt his head and meet your gaze.
“Do you even like tea?”
He gently swirls the contents of the drink with a practiced tilt as he considers your question.
“Not sure,” he says with a shrug, hoping you don’t notice how unreliable his voice feels at the moment.
“Here,” you say, reaching forward to set your mug on the low table in front of you.
“It’s too hot to sip for now. Let’s let them cool while we find a holomovie.”
He nods, robotically leaning forward to do the same, placing his cup next to yours. When he leans back, you’re already grabbing a remote control and pointing it at the large screen against the wall.
He clears his throat before asking, “What are we watching?”
“Well… What do you like to watch?”
He’s noticed you often answer his questions with a question of your own. It feels like a test sometimes. It’s as if you’re more curious about his preferences than sharing your own.
“I don’t,” he begins to say, feeling dull, “watch anything, I mean. I think Wrecker forced us all to watch a comedy once. That’s about it.”
You hum at that. “I think something low stakes would be good. Something easy to watch.”
He’s agreeable right now, given how you’ve inched closer. His neck grows hot and he silently berates his body for betraying him. It’s not necessarily discomfort he’s fighting against, but a type of restlessness that’s beckoning him to close the gap between you both.
What was that phrase Omega’s been using lately?
It’s now or never.
With as much grace as he’s able to muster, Crosshair pulls his arm back and rests it along the back of the sofa, mere centimeters from your shoulders. He remains still until you bring your legs up and slide them next to you as you shimmy into his side.
His mortification achieves new depths because the contact sends an involuntary shiver up his spine. He hides it by placing the arm behind you directly on your shoulders. Fate must be on his side when you let out a contented sigh.
“You smell good,” you whisper. It takes him a moment to register your words. He tries to fight off another smile.
“What do I smell like?”
In retrospect, he should’ve seen it coming.
You turn your head, your cheek and temple coming into contact with his chest and he swears he’s never seen a cuter sight. You inhale deeply against him, your eyes fluttering closed as you think.
“Fresh laundry. Pine, I think? It's some sort of wood. There’s… Leather. And something else,” you’re saying but he’s not really paying attention, not when he can feel the way your mouth brushes against his shirt.
“Hmm,” he hums, his mouth dry.
You turn your attention back to the screen. You’re setting the remote down and then handing him his mug of tea. He can feel the anticipation growing from you as he brings the mug to his lips. It’s definitely fresh, the aroma overpowering and herbaceous. With a bit of reluctance, he tilts the mug against his mouth and takes a generous sip.
It’s… not bad.
But it’s missing something.
He stares back down at it skeptically, swirling the mug once.
“This isn’t sweet,” he says.
You snort.
“Sorry,” you say, the word muffled against the palm of your hand as you try to stifle your laughter. “Sorry, it’s just that… Well, what were you expecting?”
He pins you down with an amused glare. “Not this. This tastes like hot grass water.”
You lose it then, openly giggling. “I’ve never heard that one before.”
His smile is lob-sided. “I’ve never had hot grass water before either.” He waits a beat. And then says, “What’s the point anyway? Especially when caf exists.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” you say, leaning back to playfully pushing his arm.
The contact is welcomed despite the advance, your touch never failing to surprise him. Kriff, it’s not like he’s unused to physical contact; Wrecker tries to wrestle with him on the daily and he’s not immune to Omega’s hugs, but Maker. You’re downright dizzying.
“It’s not horrible but…” He eyes the contents of his mug again and takes one more slurp.
The taste truly isn’t bad. It’s just not as sweet as he was hoping. He wishes he had a name for the spices he’s tasting but he comes up short because again, he’s never had the chance before.
“This is a tea used for relaxation and digestion. We just ate dinner, and now the evening is winding down so there’s chamomile, cinnamon, cloves, and orange peel in this blend, and it’s finished off with a dash of honey from the island pollinators.”
You’re proud as you list off the herbs, that much is clear in the eager expression he openly stares at.
Cute.
You are so cute.
“I’ll keep drinking it,” he says, which makes you clasp your hands together in approval.
He shakes his head, hiding his smile behind the mug as he takes another swig.
Crosshair helps you decide on a movie that doesn’t sound too boring but also not too exciting. He finds you have an affinity towards the romantic ones so he humors you and agrees after the fourth suggestion. One click later and a scene unfolds, the telltale start of whatever holomovie you’d selected.
It’s gradual but you both resume your position from earlier, your form curling in towards his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He works up enough courage to trail his fingers lightly against the exposed skin of your shoulder. When no protestation rises from you, you both fall into a comfortable silence.
Eventually, he can’t help it. Some of the storybeats merit his criticisms.
“That was a bad move. He shouldn’t have lied.”
“Sheesh. Just tell her how you feel, buddy.”
“Okay, now that’s a bit over the top.”
You don’t mind his comments. In fact, you giggle at most of them and make several similar ones of your own.
You’re in the midst of discussing whether or not the movie could’ve been cut in half if only the protagonist would’ve confessed his feelings sooner when a high-pitched beep cuts through the conversation.
Crosshair stomach drops, the arm he has wrapped around you tightening.
Something beeps again.
When he finally recognizes the culprit behind the noise, his lips part as he exhales.
“It’s not my commlink,” you whisper, confirming his suspicions.
He sighs again, this time with resignation settling in. It’s definitely one of his brothers. They’re probably worried about him and in retrospect, he should’ve given them a warning about his whereabouts before it got too late. He begrudgingly peels his arm away from you and stands, blood rushing to his head by how quickly he moves. The absence of your warmth is keenly felt as he trudges to the entryway and bends down to fish for the communication device in his satchel.
In hand, the tiny screen flickers to life to show an incoming voice call from Hunter.
He’s gruff when he answers, “What?”
“Crosshair,” comes his brother’s voice through the static, “you, uh, okay? We haven’t heard from you and it’s nearly 2400.”
He can vaguely hear you mulling about in the living room, mugs clinking in your hands as you enter the kitchen. He scratches his chin before replying, “I’m… fine. Just… visiting someone right now.”
The other end goes silent. Crosshair waits with bated breath.
“Visiting someone?” The suggestion is clear in his voice. “Not just anyone. It’s the gardener, isn’t it.”
“...Yeah,” Crosshair says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“...Good for you. I’ll, uh, leave you to it then. Sorry for interrupting.”
A pause.
“Kriff. I owe Wrecker fifty credits.”
The line cuts off with a click and Crosshair stares at the device with annoyance.
A giggle resounds from behind and when he turns around, you’ve propped the side of your hip against the kitchen counter. “I’m guilty of eavesdropping, sorry. That must’ve been Hunter, right?”
“What gave it away?” He drawls. “The bet with Wrecker?”
“Yeah,” you say, amusement shining in your eyes. “That’s sweet. It’s clear that they care about you.”
He sighs, tucking his commlink away and slotting his hands into his pockets. “Something like that.”
You approach with a slow, confident gait. “C’mon,” you say, looping a hand around his forearm. “Let’s go cuddle.”
‘Cuddle’ isn’t a word he’s overly familiar with but if it involves you, he’s game. You pull at him until he sidles up next to you, plopping carelessly onto the cushions. This time, you bring your knees to the side of his thigh and snake an arm around his torso. The last time he was clinged to so fiercely was surely during his cadet days when the Batch would take turns sleeping in each other’s bunks to fend off nightmares about decommissioning and the war. His brothers would rotate, ending up in a different bunk every night, so there were few mornings when he’d wake up alone and cold.
Still, holding you close is vastly different. He’s thinking about those peaceful, nostalgic mornings when his fingers brush gently into the strands of your hair. You release a low hum. He can’t help but pull you closer.
A moment of denial surfaces. How did this happen? How did he manage to end up here, with you? With someone so kind and beautiful, laying in his arms like the starbound heroine on the screen from earlier.
It’s this train of thought that prompts him to place a kiss onto the crown of your head. You sink into him further.
He murmurs your name. Curious eyes peer up at him, a tired smile pulling across your lips. He tucks a stray lock behind your ear, trying to parse together the feelings that are taking flight in his chest.
“Thank you for… tonight. For suggesting dinner and then inviting me over,” he says, the words unfamiliar to his ears. Crosshair isn’t one to share gratitude often but he thinks that might change, because your expression softens and he swears your eyes start to shine, a swirl of galaxies twinkling in your irises.
“Of course, Crosshair. I really like spending time with you,” you murmur. “I’ve been wanting to see you more. But you’re a busy man from what I hear, so… I took matters into my own hands since I’ve recently realized that patience isn’t exactly one of my virtues.”
Despite the humor coating your words, sheepishness seeps through him at the mention of initiation, or the lack thereof on his part.
“Yeah,” he says, his brows knitting together as he averts his gaze. The words he wishes to share are unnerving, to say the least. They require a kind of bravery from him that’s yet to see the light of day, preferring to remain tucked away in the depths of his core. So when you remain quiet with an open expression, he’s emboldened to swallow his pride and get over himself.
He thinks you’re worth the risk of burning anyway.
“I struggle sometimes. Mentally, I mean,” he says, running a hand over his head. Oof. Okay, starting off strong, Crosshair. The warning bells in his ears are taunting but he plows on, “The boys and Omega remind me of that often and… Omega found someone recently. A therapist to help me through… all of that.”
He’s still not meeting your eyes, but he can hear the sincerity that laces your words when you say, “That’s great, Crosshair.”
Now that it’s out in the open, he feels his shoulders slink down. “Yeah.” He exhales, “Yeah, it should be helpful so… I just wanted to apologize for not initiating things sooner. I’m… sorry.”
A hand reaches up to cup his cheek, the touch tentative. You gently guide his head down to gaze at you.
“Hey. It’s okay. I’m aware of this. Your past probably isn’t perfect. Well, based on what Omega told me, I know it isn’t perfect because of the Empire and all that,” the words make his cheek twitch in discomfort because that’s an understatement if he ever heard one, “and that’s okay. I’ll be real honest; I debated this whole thing. A lot. After we met at the market square, I made sure to think carefully about what this could turn into because I knew from the get-go that I liked you.”
You pause, looking down but unseeing. It’s difficult for him to process what you're saying but then he feels your palm tremble once against his cheek before stilling. “I have my own issues too. I worry about things like abandonment because of…”
For a split second, your expression crumbles, making his heart twist. He tells himself that he never wants to be the culprit behind your sorrow, that he’ll be damned if he ever makes you unhappy. A flare of protectiveness washes over him at the prospect of you struggling.
“What happened to my family during the war is still hard for me to talk about. But I think I owe it to myself to pursue happiness. That’s why I’ve made a point to seek you out most days, even if it’s just for a moment. And that’s also why I invited you over. I didn’t really want to watch a holomovie; I just wanted an excuse to be in your company.”
He feels his chest tightening at this admission. The nerves he experienced at the beginning of the day are threatening to reemerge, but this time with vengeance. Previous versions of Crosshair didn’t talk at length about emotions. He’s a soldier, for Kriff’s sake, and while clones were trained to deal with the turmoils of war, it’s suddenly blatantly apparent just how little he understands about the full scope of a healthy, emotional well-being. He had tried often to avoid hard conversations after missions because his snark would reign supreme even when deep down, he knew he was being unreasonable.
And now, for the first time in his life, Crosshair doesn’t want to fuck this up.
It’s a lot to process. That’s probably why his body acts on its own accord and brings you flush against him, arms wrapping around your frame. You adjust seamlessly and without complaint.
Because of the proximity, he has an excuse to lose himself in the intimate details of your face. There’s a brightness in your eyes, the color of your irises so unique and so stunning that it makes his heart stutter. The shape of your nose is delicate, rounding perfectly with an array of freckles, the discolorations mesmerizing. Perhaps it’s the nature of his defective self, but Crosshair has always been drawn to variation, to subtle movement and change. Even still, it takes little effort to follow the curve of your flushed cheek, his eyes trailing downwards until they land on your lips.
He stares, entranced by their hue, wondering how they would feel against his own if he were to lean in. When you break into a smile, he realizes that you’re studying him, too. With a tenderness that he’ll grow to miss when you’re gone, your fingertips reach to trail lightly across the skin of his forehead, down his temple, his cheekbone, until they halt at his jaw.
It’s challenging, willing his body to withhold from any reaction. He feels your touch wander to his chin, your movements pausing as you stare at his lips. Perhaps it’s presumptuous of him, but he brings his flesh hand to the back of your neck, providing hesitant support as the gap narrows between you both.
He’s unsure who leans in first. But his lips meet a softness he thinks he could drown in, his breath slipping, and your proximity, your warmth spreads like wildfire down his spine, prompting his eyelids to fall shut as the sensation engulfs him.
Following your movement with raptness, he relishes in how eager you are in this exchange, in this contact, locking his lips with your own in short, soft movements. Like a flower opening up to access the nectar, your mouth easily grants him entrance after his tongue darts once against your lips. The throaty moan you release serves to embolden him, the slight tilt of your head allowing him a better angle to plumage your mouth further.
With heated realization, Crosshair finds that you taste sweeter than honey, a unique blend of something distinctly you and highly addictive. It makes him downright dizzy, coupled with the hungry nip of teeth tugging against his lips. He groans as you follow the subtle pain with a hot-mouthed kiss, lathing against him diligently, provoking his other hand to settle on the curve of your waist. Grasping at the fabric of your shirt, he melts into every collision of touch all which fans the flames building in his navel.
Time becomes a distant concept until you break away with a heaving chest. He leans forward to chase your lips, but finds your jaw instead. You let out a pleased hum as he follows the shape of your jawbone with a trail of open-mouthed kisses.
“Crosshair,” you murmur, breaking his trace.
He jerks his head back, eyes snapping open to find your brows furrowed.
“Yeah? You okay?” His words feel slurred and awkward, his mouth slow to work with how swollen his lips feel.
You quiet him with a ghost of a kiss against the shell of his ear before breathing, “Tell me if this makes you uncomfortable.”
With no other warning, you’re rising onto your knees and swinging a leg over the other side of his thigh, lowering yourself onto his lap.
Kriff.
It should be studied, the way his mind suddenly draws a blank. Crosshair reminds himself to breathe when you bring your palms up to his cheeks.
“Okay?”
He’s certain you can feel how flushed he’s becoming, his tongue feeling glued to the roof of his mouth. Swallowing feels like a chore, but he hones in on how pink and puffy your lips are before nodding.
It’s dizzying, how quickly the two of you fall into a searing rhythm. Crosshair thinks your taste could be his new addiction, a satisfying taste that can only be coaxed by him and him alone. He kisses you fervently, relishing in the way your body gives against his, like remnants of clay molding together to create a unique display of beauty. When you start to press your center down into him, he thinks he’s met his match.
You moan into his mouth, sending a ribbon of desire down his stomach. The sweet noises he’s eliciting from you provoke his manhood to throb, which you are undoubtedly aware of as he pulls you flush against his erection. The whimper you release is downright lewd and he’s unthinking when you start to grind down on him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
His hands make their acquaintance with newly exposed skin as he trails underneath the fabric of your blouse, feeling gooseflesh pebbling in his wake. It’s tantalizing, knowing how he affects you so, and not for the first time does wonder strike him at the selfish prospect of getting to know you more intimately.
When you rock against him again and curse, Crosshair forgoes the exploration of your midsection, his hands sliding down your back to grab reverent handfuls of your ass, eliciting another breathless moan, something he’ll never tire of hearing. Your palms leave his shoulders to trail down his chest, slowing at the concave of his stomach and halting at the waistband of his pants.
“Crosshair,” you murmur against his lips, your shoulders heaving. He hums in response, eyes fluttering open as he loosens his hold on you, his palms sliding back to your hips.
“I really, really like you,” you say in between pants.
He lets out a short, breathy laugh, the sincerity of your tone breaking through the haze of his lust. A smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth with little effort.
“Really? I couldn’t tell,” he teases, bringing a thumb up to brush against your cheekbone.
The sound of your giggle, paired with a generous eye roll is what causes Crosshair’s heart to pang with desire. He thinks he’d like to make your eyes roll in other ways—
“Seriously,” you chide him, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “I don’t normally… This isn’t something I normally do.”
When you gesture between yourself and him, he quirks an eyebrow.
“You don’t do… Clones?” he offers, half-teasing, half-serious.
He shouldn’t enjoy how quickly horror overtakes you, your mouth going slack at the insinuation. “No! Nooo, no, no, I have no problem with you being a clone,” you say, the words spilling out, “The respect I have for clones and what they’ve done for the galaxy is astronomical—”
“Relax,” he interrupts, both hands coming to rest on your hips before squeezing in reassurance. Although he could get used to the way you speak in defense of him and his brothers, he wasn’t anticipating your quick shift in demeanor. Your words, while sincere and probably borne out of embarrassment, light that simmering fire inside him, something that, before tonight, he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I know. It’s okay. I’m just being an ass.”
Shoulders slumping, you exhale audibly, but not before shooting him an amused glare. “Okay. Yeah, good one.”
“Couldn’t help myself,” he says before leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead.
You go limp against him, your front pressing against his as he breaks the kiss and cradles you in his arms, your cheek pressing into the side of his neck. You feel as though you fit perfectly in his embrace, as if the universe had planned for this very moment, making the stars align. But Crosshair doesn’t believe in higher beings. He’s doubtful that some sort of divine intervention is involved and secretly, selfishly hopes that you just… chose him. On your own accord.
“What I’m getting at,” you try again, your breath tickling against him, “is that I haven’t been with anyone in years.”
Oh. The insinuation lands clearly this time.
Crosshair can’t remember the last intimate encounter he had with a woman. It was most likely a one-night stand at 79s, but he never felt truly at peace after those instances. This newfound information is reassuring, putting to rest any fear that his own inadequacies might not be so terrible for you after all.
“Me neither,” he mutters.
You’re motionless in his arms. “Really?”
He swallows once before nodding. “Really. With the war and then… my time with Empire,” he grimaces, “I haven’t exactly been the most eligible bachelor.”
Silence permeates the living room. The wind must’ve settled down because despite the open windows, the curtains are still, allowing moonlight to trickle in, its rays the only means of illumination. It’s suddenly far too quiet for his liking. He’s hyper-aware of each breath he takes, your weight against his chest a stark reminder of how precious this moment is.
“So… This will be new for the both of us then,” you say. “I mean, ‘new’ in the sense that… it’s been awhile.”
It should feel embarrassing, admitting how little experience he has in this department, but now knowing that you’re in the same boat, he finds that he doesn’t care.
“Yeah,” he concurs. “Yeah, it’s definitely been awhile.” He almost holds back the following words but recalls how free he felt earlier opening up to you: “To be honest, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
You laugh lightly, the sound songlike to his ears. “For what it’s worth… Same here. I almost didn’t stop earlier,” you admit. “I wanted to keep going. To keep feeling you.”
His curiosity burns but he forces himself to wait a beat before asking,“So why… didn’t you?”
Still on his lap, you adjust yourself so that you can meet his gaze. He has to hold back a hiss from the lack of contact on his cock, which is mildly embarrassing, given how sensitive he feels. Pride fills him at the visible swelling of your lips but something shines in your expression, something he isn’t able to discern. This sense of not knowing, being unable to interpret your every action or name every emotion that flits across your face is something, he’s coming to realize, that is as simultaneously alluring as it is frightening.
Perhaps that’s why he feels like he’s moments away from plunging headfirst into the waters with you.
“I want to go slow. And savor this newness,” you offer, almost apolegetically. “Until we find our rhythm, or until we know each other better, at least.”
Despite how desperately he wishes to continue exploring this newfound physicality with you, Crosshair not only understands but agrees. He meant it when he said he’s not sure what he’s doing; he’s not a stranger to dire, life-or-death situations, his keen disposition and sharp wits bolstering spur of the moment decision making. But this feels entirely different, the gravity of what’s to befall you both feeling far more surreal than anything else he’s ever experienced.
This isn’t a hookup at 79’s. You’re not just some civilian he met at a bar offworld. You’re an authentic, tangible being who’s already demonstrated a budding trust despite his obvious shortcomings.
“Me too,” he finally says, and when you grace him with a gentle smile, it’s easy to reciprocate it. “We should go slow. I’ll follow your pace.”
You lean forward to kiss the tip of his nose. “Good. Buuut, I have some stipulations.”
He doesn’t expect anything less. Considering how fiercely independent you are and with the entirety of the garden center under your jurisdiction, Crosshair is well-aware that he’ll need to pick up the slack on his part in order to make this work.
Nevertheless, he tilts his head. “Oh?”
“I want you to come visit the gardens soon.”
An image flashes in his mind, one where he’s standing in front of a plot of island peppers, the smell of tilled earth fragrant in the air. Omega wouldn't be far, of course, since she enjoys helping often, unafraid of dirtying her hands. He can already imagine the sly grin that would manifest on his younger sister’s face once she realizes what’s transpiring between you both. The only consequence is that the island gardens and Lorik’s workshop are, ironically, on two different sides of the island.
While Pabu isn’t terribly large, it’s still a bit of a trek crossing from Western Upper Pabu to Eastern Lower Pabu. He will very well dread the opportunities that will force him to socialize while in public, but he supposes the outcome will surely outweigh that temporary discomfort.
Despite himself, Crosshair nods, tucking the daydream away for later. “I can do that.”
“And then, I would like to have lunch with you again.”
If Crosshair asked on any given day, Lorik would probably slap him on the back and tell him to take the rest of the afternoon off.
“Easy enough,” he says.
“I also want to officially meet your brothers.”
Well…
It’s not like he can fend them off for much longer. They’re bound to cross paths with you eventually and while he’s fond of them, Crosshair doesn’t know how his brothers would act around you quite yet.
He can see it now: Wrecker welcoming you with a bone-crushing embrace; Hunter’s eyes analyzing you, never leaving you; Tech introducing himself by asking if he can look at the greenhouse hydroponics system in the near future; Mox, Deke, and Stak convincing you to play a couple rounds of dejarik after dinner.
He hangs his head in resignation. It wouldn’t be the end of the world. A smaller, distant part of him thinks it might actually be healing, being able to finally introduce them to the woman behind his distracted thoughts as of late. It’s… oddly vulnerable, he thinks. But in the end, he thinks he’s probably just being selfish for wanting you all to himself.
“Fine,” he concedes before peering down at you quizzically, waiting for the last blow. “Anything else?”
“That’s it,” you say cheekily, your eyes twinkling. “And I’ll introduce you to my family as well. My grandparents live a couple houses down the road.”
Your hand finds his prosthetic one and when you’re palm-to-palm, your fingers slowly slot together with his own metal ones. The realization settles in belatedly; you have a family. Grandparents, it seems, who live nearby and no doubt have fond aspirations for your future. Settling down on Pabu, away from the clutches of the Empire, is proof enough of that sentiment. He berates himself for forgetting that detail. You had mentioned them before briefly in passing, but that was before he’d grown closer to you, before realizing that you returned his attraction.
“What about you?” You lean forward and fiddle with the neckline of his shirt. “Any… special requests?”
With how fuzzy his brain still feels, Crosshair doesn’t think he can come up with anything in particular. Especially not when you angle your body just so, granting him a direct line of vision down the collar of your blouse.
He’s swift in carrying out his request, wordlessly leaning forward to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. There’s a peace that settles over him as his mind shuts off, all rationale dissipating against the breathless sighs you release into him. Warm hands cradle the back of his neck as Crosshair explores you, tastes you, the urge to both savor and devour alighting his blood once more. One of his hands reaches to cup your ass, grasping reverently before testing the waters by pinching gently. You let out an abrupt squeak, breaking the kiss before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Crosshair,” you scold, trying to shoot him a playful glare but failing miserably. Crosshair thinks he’ll dream of your flushed cheeks for many nights to come.
“So, no request from me?”
His grin is wide when he answers, “More kisses.”
You lean in, happily obliging him with a smile.
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Heavily inspired by soft spot - keshi (please listen to this, it's so crosshair-coded)
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Greetings, Mr. Meshi!
This is perhaps a bit of an unorthodox question, but one that has been bothering me for an unreasonable amount of time.
Now, here's the thing: I OBSESS over Marcille outliving everyone she holds dear. It's a theme very close to me, but even beyond that I just find it to be one of the most interesting elements of Dungeon Meshi's story for me personally. I've written an embarrassing amount of lengthy essays on it that will never see the light of day - that's how obsessed I am over this specific element of her character. But, there's something that bothers me...
A lot of poignant stories and artworks that tackle this topic get comments on 'em whenever Falin is the subject of aging, each one some variation of "Everything points to Falin having an extended lifespan after her revival!" which... Seems weird to me?
I don't know why this bothers me so much, but setting aside my personal annoyances, I don't remember anything pointing to this at all. At least, nothing concrete.
I don't know if this is a question you'd want to answer or not, but since your blog is a hub for all sorts of opinions and headcanons, I'd love to know where this line of thought could originate from.
I really wouldn't blame you if you didn't answer this question, though. Part of me feels I'm just asking this because I want to see if others share in my confusion or not.
Rrrregardless, though! Lemme take the opportunity to say that your blog is delighful. Love it! Also, that mushroom man with the funny face that sometimes responds to you with lengthy essays is also really cool. Everyone is cool. At least here on the northern hemisphere! It is smack dab in the middle of fall, after all! Coolness all around! Stay frosty! Or don't! Maybe warm up at a fireplace. I don't know!
Hi there! Thank you for the kind words, I love reading other's opinions on what I post so I also love the additions by the mushroom <3
It's quite hot over here in northeast Brazil, send some coolness my way please I'm dying.
Your question isn't strange at all! And I don't mind answering anything (unless it's rude or sounds like shipping war bait) so don't worry.
(Decided to put the rest under a readmore, TLDR: Kui said "maybe so, right?" about Falin having a longer lifespan but I have arguments why I don't think this actually confirms it. Anyway if you're someone who likes the headcanon you might want to skip this post)
To be honest those type of comments bother me too because I also LOVE Marcille's struggle with mortality and sometimes "Falin will live much longer!" feels undermining of the lesson she had to learn. I don't mind it in the headcanon sphere where everything is allowed and happy endings grow on trees but when it becomes intertwined with canon it starts to make me a little disappointed.
Just a reminder of the lesson she has to learn
She has to come to terms with the cycle of life and death, that something she wants (everyone to live longer) shouldn't be forced upon others just because it causes her grief. So, to me at least, Falin being made into something that will end up outliving other tallmen would undermine the message? In a canon sense ofc, if you're writing a wish fulfillment story then her living longer would have a different meaning, I just wanna be clear I have nothing against it in that sense, it all depends on what story you're trying to tell.
Anyway, actually answering your question that idea comes from the fact she was fused to a Red Dragon, and the fact her body has been affected by it, her sight was fixed and she grows feathers for example, so people theorize maybe her lifespan has been affected too. But we don't really know how long dragon's live so it's hard to say how much it would have been affected if at all.
It also comes from this answer Kui gave in a QnA
Q: Would Falin have an extended lifespan after the whole chimera thing? A: Maybe so, right?
To me this reads as the usual non-answers Kui gives, like, "I'll leave it up to your imagination" but for other people this read as a confirmation of the headcanon, in another questions she answers "I hope so" about Thistle leading a happy life after having his desires eaten and it's even debatable if Thistle survived at all so I don't think those comments indicate much of canon (I'm that way about most QnA answers tbh, unless it's something inconsequential like confirming Mithrun's Brother's name or stuff about very minor characters)
Another argument I have against her having a different lifespan is Izutsumi, Izu has been mixed with a monster but continues to age at the same rate a Tallmen would, even tho she also has different biology because of the Great Cat she's fused with (ears, reflexes, eyes etc etc) she is still a tallman
Falin isn't really the same thing as Izutsumi tho, I understand, but it's the closest example we have, if we believe the AB descriptions and demi-humans are really mixes between humans and monsters that's also another argument about it not affecting lifespan, since all of them are short lived and have an average lifespan of 55.
All of this *can* be dissmissed tho, the other demi-humans and beastmen are all mixed with mammal monsters and nothing nearly as powerful as a Dragon, so there is arguments to be made that Falin is different and that she *might* have an extended lifespan, all I'm saying is that there's no solid confirmation of it, it's fine to believe it but going around "correcting" other people saying it's a fact wouldn't be right I don't think, especially if you're saying that in a conversation about Marcille journey of death acceptance.
Death is a touchy subject and everyone is at different stages of their own journeys with it so I really don't want to judge those who would rather have Falin or even Laios live longer. I'm not really sure how to talk about this in the proper way, but I hope I didn't make anyone upset!
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Hello welcome back! I'd like to request relationship headcannons with kuro,oikawa and sugawara (separately) with a male reader who's more quiet and reserved that some people think is mean looking but in reality is just a softy that loves cute things. For the song I'd like to request super shy by new jeans.
super shy ! | mars & her music event
“wait a minute i make you mine, make you mine”
— ft. kuroo tetsurou & oikawa tooru x male!reader
AN: ahh ty for ur request!! this was rlly fun & something new for me since i dont listen to kpop that often :)) hope u enjoy! also im trying this new-ish format out so lmk if u prefer this or my usual longer, drabble styled format :D
kuroo tetsurou
the dynamic between you & kuroo is one that i feel like is awfully similar to kuroo & tsukishima! a semi-obnoxious goofball and a quiet, mean looking guy, who is secretly a lover boy.
“you're on my mind all the time”
needless to say people were very surprised to find out you were dating kuroo
“kuroo’s dating him? i never would’ve thought of pairing, he doesn’t seem like he likes people, even more so relationship sort of guy you know?”
the comments your peers made were bothersome at first but you and kuroo both ignored them
all that really mattered was how much you guys loved each other, so who cares what they think
but knowing kuroo, that won’t stop him from making a snarky comment to shut them up
“obviously im dating him hello? you’re all just jealous that he actually enjoys my company, and not that of a bunch of losers” kuroo was always convinced everyone was jealous that he got to be with you
regardless, you would also roll your eyes and half heartedly apologize for his comments
definitely a huuuuge physical touch and acts of service typa guy
this would always be perfect, since you weren’t the biggest fan of going out, & even just laying together in bed was good enough to be a date for you two
he absolutely loves cuddling with you, and makes it a point to always be touching you when you’re out in public
whether it be having his arm laying atop your shoulder, or rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand while your fingers are intertwined, he always needs you with him.
“i wanna tell you, but im super shy, super shy”
normally you’re quiet around others and kuroo knows this, but you’re more talkative with him and he loves it.
he takes in every word you say and relishes in it.
and one thing about kuroo, he will remember EVERYTHING you talk about or mention
did you briefly mention a new snack you wanna try? you better believe tomorrow you’ll be greated with that on your kitchen counter
that’s just the kind of guy kuroo is. despite his goofy personality, he’s extremely caring and observant. he’ll always do everything in his power to make you feel loved, even the little things. especially the little things really. he believes that these small things are truly what shows how much he cares, without being outwardly affectionate, because he knows how much they make your day. while he won’t hesitate to scream and shout his love for you, he’s a big fan of the quiet type of love that you’re more receptive to. that’s your type of love, with your tetsurou.
oikawa tooru
“find a lil' spot, just sit and talk. looking pretty, follow me”
you honestly found it surprising when you and oikawa started dating, you didn’t think he would be interested in someone like you considering his fan club. but unfortunately the fan club felt the same way.
you really could care less about his fan club though. making sure to constantly roll your eyes at them, and show them your cold attitude
this ofc made them say things like “how could oikawa like him??? he’s actually so mean”
but this didn’t matter !! because behind closed doors you’re a lover boy & oikawa knows that
oikawa is a major quality time and words of affirmation proprietor when it comes to showing his love to you. he’ll do anything with you, as long as it means you guys are together & he gets to be with you
will always always thank you and show his appreciation after every one of his games you go to
if you’re ever feeling down about yourself or his fan club/admirers are giving you a hard time, he won’t hesitate to tell them off & give you reassurance
“you know you’re amazing right? don’t listen to what anyone says, you’re my whole world, and i see every aspect of my life with you” it’s crazy because he’ll can stuff like this so lovingly and casually, like it doesn’t make you choke up
“i'm super shy, super shy. but wait a minute while i make you mine, make you mine
i have a headcanon that oikawa is actually a big poetry fan, and he will send you poems almost daily that remind him of you
tooru looooves to show you off !! even though you’re somewhat stoic and aren’t publicly lovey-dovey with him, he won’t skip a beat to show you off or mention you any chance he gets
you’re the last person he’ll talk to before a game, demanding good luck hugs & kisses, and the first person he runs to after a game. whether he won or lost, it doesn’t matter because he’s just thankful that you were here with him
though he’s aware of his huge club of admirers and how much of a toll they can take on the both of you, he’ll never give them any attention outside of just being polite. because at the end of the day they don’t matter to him, you do. waking up to you every morning, telling you how glad he is to have you in his life, spending hours on end talking about nothing and everything, this is the life you live being in love with tooru oikawa.
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New Record
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Summary: Dean and you set a new record
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Cursing (3x), Smut (P in V, Unprotected Sex), Fluff
Authors Note: Just a quickie 😉 | This is weirdly smutty but also weirdly extremely fluffy at the same time | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
You woke up in one of your favorite positions: being the little spoon to Dean. As usual in this position, his arms had an iron-like grip to them as he held you incredibly close to his chest. The top of your head was gently tucked underneath his chin; your legs messily intertwined with each other. The position felt safe, warm. Yours and his clothes from last night were still scattered haphazardly on the floor when the two of you had taken them off each other in a drunken haze like your lives depended on it. The kisses were sloppy, needy, bruising – you were pretty sure that he had left some marks on your skin; not that you minded.
You felt a slight shift as you felt Dean nuzzle even closer to you; something that you didn’t think was humanly possible but he somehow found a way. “Dean Winchester always finds a way.” He once told you. A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head, a second later he cleared his throat. “Morning beautiful.” He said lazily.
“Morning handsome.” You replied back as you slowly started to open your eyes. It was moments like these you were grateful that the Bunker didn’t have any sort of windows, as you knew that your eyes would have a hard time adjusting to the light. Not that you were particularly hung over, but you knew your eyes would be just a tad sensitive.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He said, placing a delicate kiss on your bare shoulder.
“Hmmm… you say that every single morning.” You said.
“And I mean it, every single morning.” He stated, his comment making you smile. Despite how long you and Dean had been together, waking up next to you (especially waking up with you in his arms) was something that he knew that he would never possibly get tired of.
“And you’re not just saying that because I’m naked right now right?” You joked, your question making him chuckle.
“Well…” his hand started to travel down your body, finding it’s way to your ass and giving it a small smack.
“Fuck.” You mumbled.
“No, but…” the hand that was just on your ass started traveling again, but this time, his pointer finger briefly dipped inside of you, feeling your slightly wet pussy from behind. “It doesn’t hurt.” He whispered. “Last night wasn’t enough for you Princess?” He whispered again, but in your ear this time.
Due to the closeness, you had felt his slightly hard cock pressing into you; causing you to grin. “Apparently it wasn’t for you.”
“Do you blame me? Look at you.” He grinned too; trailing kisses down your jaw, to your neck, and finally stopping at your shoulder.
You turned around to face him, lifting your leg over his hip, giving him easy enough access to slip his cock inside of you if he really wanted to. It was something that he could easily do, as the tip was already touching your clit as soon as you hand swung your leg over. “Same goes for you.” You said, whispering. Without anymore hesitation, his hand wrapped around his cock, his tip teasing your entrance. “Dean…” You whispered.
“Yes baby?” He asked – like he didn’t know what he was doing. “What do you want?” He leaned in, inches away from your face.
“You.” Was all you said, which apparently was enough for him, because the next thing he did was slip his cock inside of you with one very swift movement while simultaneously kissing you. The kiss was hungry, needy; like this was the first time he had been kissing you in years, despite just the two of you making out and having sex only a few hours prior.
You moaned into the kiss, and you had wanted to say a string of profanities as soon as he slipped himself inside of you. Although not an unusual position for the two of you to have sex, you wanted more than anything to be on top. As if he could read your mind – which you were thankful that he couldn’t – he said, “On top. Now.” He practically demanded. In yet another very swift movement, you were now on top, which was easy considering the position that you had previously been in.
You were straddling him now, your hands were placed on his chest while his hands were gripping your hips. “So fucking beautiful.” He half whispered. You leaned down and kissed him, his pace starting to pick up a little now. Without breaking the kiss, Dean raised his body up, so now the two of you were in a kind of sitting position, embracing each other. His arms and hands were wrapped around you, your hands on either side of his face – easily, this was one of your favorite positions because of how intimate it was.
Dean broke away from your lips and started kissing down your jaw and neck again, stopping at your chest. Your head went back a little as he kissed the spot between your breasts, kissing and licking on and around your nipples, taking them in his mouth every so often. “Dean…fuck…” You couldn’t help but let out a very breathy moan. As you moaned these words, you could feel his lips turn into a kind of smirk. “So…close…”
“Already uh?” He asked, seeming amused. You nodded, not saying another word. As much as you had wanted to say something, you couldn’t possibly get any kind of words out. “Does my girl need to cum?”
“Yes.” You replied shakily. “Please.”
“Please?” His voice even more amused now. “So polite for me this morning.” He said, chuckling softly.
“Dean…please…” You looked at him, your eyes and voice begging.
“Alright Sweetheart, you can cum.” His voice was soft; one of his hands moving a strand of hair from your face.
“I love you.” You said, your nose slightly brushing against his.
“I love you more.” He replied. As soon as your lips crashed together, the both of you came.
“You know Sweetheart, I think that’s a new record.” Dean had said kissing the top of your head, giving your arm a slight squeeze with his hand as his arm was now wrapped around your shoulder.
“What is?” You asked, your finger tracing a small scar that he had below his ribs.
“A new record in making you cum.” He chuckled.
“Why am I not surprised?” You said, rolling your eyes.
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𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝
Like I did with the moral alignments, I thought I would make a post about why and how I sort characters into Hogwarts Houses! There are also quizzes so you can figure it out for yourself as well. I go into detail about each House, what they represent, their background and what it means to be sorted into a certain House.
I hope you enjoy!
*just because I’m talking about Harry Potter doesn’t mean I align with the transphobic views of J.K. Rowling. There is no room for transphobia on my page, and I support the trans and LGBTQIA+ community*
Figuring out which Hogwarts House you belong to has been around since the HP series came out. But I think there’s more to it than simply choosing to be in ‘the brave house’ or ‘the smart house.’ I think it reveals a lot about a person - or rather, a large aspect.
Here are a few tests for you to try, comment below what you got!
Test 1 (the ‘official’ Wizarding World quiz)
Test 2 (from IDRlabs, they have other personality quizzes as well!)
Test 3 (Here’s the full Pottermore quiz. The 1st quiz will only have a few questions, so that’s why I don’t think it’s fully accurate to take)
Test 4 (A really good one from Quotev, the questions/answers aren’t obvious)
Gryffindor: Do what is right. Hufflepuff: Do what is kind. Ravenclaw: Do what is wise. Slytherin: Do what is necessary.
𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑
“ Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart “
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Fire
𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor’, Godric Gryffindor.
Dwelled at Godric’s Hollow
Was an accomplished dueller
A fair man, he believed that any child who displayed magical abilities before their 11th birthday should be able to attend Hogwarts.
Gryffindor was the original owner of the Sorting Hat
Gryffindor also had a sword made, which would present itself to any true Gryffindor in a moment of need.
He was allegedly the best friend of Slytherin before he left Hogwarts
Godric will always be known for his accomplished skills in battle, and his fight against Muggle discrimination in the wizarding world.
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:
Courage
Bravery
Standing up for what you believe in - even if your voice shakes.
Caring about the greater good
Daring/Bold
Having a deep need to do the right thing
Standing out from the crowd
𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:
Lucy Pevensie
Thor
Mulan
Katniss Everdeen
Merida
Batman/Bruce Wayne
Buffy Summers
Chandler Bing
𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅
“ You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true. And unafraid of toil. “
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Earth
𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From valley broad,’ Helga Hufflepuff
A kind and warm woman who believed in loyalty, patience and hard-work as the best abilities a person can possess
Was a brilliant cook and had remarkable skills for preparing food. Her recipes are still used in Hogwarts to this day.
She brought the house-elves to Hogwarts
Owner of Hufflepuff’s Cup
She was the best friend of Rowena Ravenclaw
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:
Loyalty
A need for justice. A lot of the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor traits are intertwined, but the difference is that Gryffindors don’t need to know a person to feel the need to look out for them.
Patient
Believe in fairness and equality (Helga Hufflepuff was the only founder who believed everyone should have a fair chance in being taught)
Accepting
Thinks about other people more than themselves
Would do anything at all, for family
𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:
Edmund Pevensie
Antman
Jay Gatsby
Okoye
Samwise Gamgee
Michael Scott
Alfred Pennyworth
Joey Tribbiani
Phoebe Buffay
𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖
“ Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind. “
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Air
𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From Glen,’ Rowena Ravenclaw
A sharp and intelligent woman
She wanted to make Hogwarts the finest wizarding school in the world, teaching only those with the highest intelligence
Rowena wore a diadem that was said to grant wisdom to the wearer, however, Rowena’s own daughter grew jealous of her mother’s incredible intelligence. Helena Ravenclaw stole her mother’s diadem and ran away, a fact that Rowena kept hidden from her fellow founders even when she fell ill.
Wanting to see Helena before she died, Rowena sent a man to bring Helena home. Unfortunately, that man was the Bloody Baron, who was in love with Helena, and stabbed her in a rage when she refused to come home.
After Helena was tragically killed, legend tells us that Rowena Ravenclaw died of a broken heart.
She was the best friend of Helga Hufflepuff
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:
Intelligence
Wisdom
Witty
Open-minded - don’t mix well with traditional, close-minded people. Ravenclaws see the big picture, they think about what things could be, rather than what things are.
They think outside of the box, they don’t like being confined by rules or traditions.
Unique
Individualistic/Original
Actually very intuitive
𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:
Susan Pevensie
Sherlock Holmes
Bruce Banner
James Bond
Annabeth Chase
Mary Poppins
Gandalf
Monica Geller
Ross Geller
𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍
“ Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends. These cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends. “
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Water
𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From Fen’, Salazar Slytherin
He believed strongly that only wizards of pure blood
This belief caused a big rift between the founders, especially Gryffindor, which led to the depature of Salazar
Despite his flaws, Salazar was a talented wizard, skilled in Legilemency and Parseltongue
Before he left, however, he created the Chamber of Secrets
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:
Ambition
Determination
Cunning
Traditional
Strategic
Willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals; even using others for their gain.
Not all Slytherins use these traits for personal gain, however, because the founder was evil - doesn’t mean every Slytherin is.
Resourceful
Cleverness
Family means a lot to them
Desires respect
𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:
Peter Pevensie
Natasha Romanoff
Daenerys Targaryen
Lady MacBeth
Wednesday Addams
Selina Kyle/Catwoman
Rachel Green
Harley Quinn
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What is the Tree of Feelings SEKAI?
The Tree of Feelings SEKAI (often called the Tree SEKAI within the fandom, and for the rest of this post) is a mysterious SEKAI that first appears in Miku's Where Feelings Come Together Colorful Festival story, although it reappears in the Sakura Across SEKAI, Interconnecting Our Feelings and Let Your Song Resonate Throughout SEKAI! events.
The SEKAI isn't actually a proper SEKAI, but actually a Fragment SEKAI: it appears in response to shared feelings and will disappear again once those have been resolved. Additionally, it can be accessed through a Fragment of Feelings, the same way you would enter a Fragment SEKAI. Although, some characters are shown to be forcibly teleported there by their phones, something which has never been shown with other Fragment SEKAI so far.
However, whose Fragment SEKAI is this? It first appears in Miku's Colorful Festival story, so it must be hers, right? Well, not exactly.
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Miku's Where Feelings Come Together story starts off in Shibuya, with Ichika watching a PV for an upcoming Virtual Singer fan festival (the one she later attends in the Scramble Fan FESTA! event). She considers participating in the festival with Leo/need, and her train of thought runs to Miku in the School SEKAI. Meanwhile, Kohane and Minori are out shopping together, and watch the same PV. Minori comments on how cute Miku is and how she sparkles on stage, thinking of her own Miku. Kohane, on the other hand, says that she likes it when Miku looks really cool, also with her own Miku in mind. At the same time, Kanade is walking home after visiting her dad, and sees the same PV. She's reminded that she wanted to pick up a Virtual Singer CD, and how she never would've been interested in Miku had it not been for the Empty SEKAI.
Between the SEKAI, Miku's base form senses warm and gentle feelings gathering, and starts to realise that something is happening, but doesn't reveal what it is.
In the Wonderland SEKAI, Tsukasa is trying to find Miku, since she promised to help him with rehearsals. He thinks back to his first meeting with the Virtual Singers, and how helpful they ended up being to the point he frequently visits the SEKAI now. After deciding that he should show them his appreciation, a ball of light appears, taking him to a mysterious SEKAI, the Tree SEKAI.
As it turns out, Ichika, Minori, Kohane and Kanade were also teleported to the Tree SEKAI, although in their cases, it was because their phone flashed, similarly to how they (excluding Kanade) were first introduced to the SEKAI during the main story. While they all try to explain to each other how they got there, Miku reveals herself to the others (and confirms that Tsukasa was transported via a Fragment of Feelings).
Miku explains that the Tree SEKAI came to be because of the intertwined feelings of the five. She explains that it isn't quite ready to become a full-fledged SEKAI yet, outright confirming that it is a Fragment SEKAI. She adds that the SEKAI is filled with warmth that has a certain someone in mind, and asks what the five were thinking about before coming to the Tree SEKAI. They realise that they were all thinking about Miku, or their respective Mikus, and in response, Miku beckons them all over to the tree.
In the tree, all of them find items belonging to them. Kanade finds sheet music for her songs, Kohane finds flyers for STAY GOLD and RAD WEEKEND, Tsukasa finds the script for Pegasus Odyssey, the first show he wrote for Wonderlands x Showtime, and Minori finds a promotional photo for MORE MORE JUMP! that she had Kohane take after the group was formed. Ichika then finds the wish plaques that she and the other members of Leo/need wrote at New Years, as well as some of her sheet music and lyrics. Miku concludes that the tree must be a wishing tree of sorts, made from their feelings together, as well as their hopes and dreams.
Ichika then questions how the fact they were all thinking of Miku connects to this tree. Miku explains that they - the Mikus from each SEKAI, and not just this Miku - want the feelings of the people they watch over to keep growing and moving forward. So the Wishing Tree isn't just their tree, it's also Mikus' tree, nurtured by their hopes and dreams for everyone.
Everyone was able to find their true feelings thanks to a Miku, and as a result the tree was able to flourish. Miku thanks the five for placing their trust in "her", but the five agree that they should be the ones thanking her. The SEKAI begins to disappear once they have exchanged thanks, and Miku explains that since this is not a full SEKAI yet, it will return to being a Fragment. However, it won't be gone forever, and one day, when the sapling becomes a fully grown tree, they might be able to...
The five return to where they were before, with no memory of what happened.
We actually learn a lot about the SEKAI from just this card story despite it being its first appearance. We know that despite the fact that there are several SEKAI in existence, this one was born from the shared feelings specifically between the people connected to the School, Stage, Street, Wonderland, and Empty SEKAI, as well as the base form of Miku who exists between SEKAI. Even though the SEKAI is currently only in a Fragment state, it can grow into a full SEKAI from there. Interestingly, it was confirmed in Miku's Street SEKAI 2* that SEKAI grow over time, and this new information heavily suggests that all SEKAI actually can be accessed prior to fully forming via a Fragment of Feeling (for example, the five main SEKAI in the game may possibly have been accessible prior to their full formation, although as far as we know, this didn't happen).
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The second time the Treet SEKAI appears is in the Virtual Singer-focused event, Sakura Across SEKAI, Interconnecting Our Feelings. This time, only the first Virtual Singers to appear in each of the five main SEKAI go to the Tree SEKAI though.
In the Empty SEKAI, the N25 members are talking about cherry blossoms with Miku, Rin, MEIKO, and Luka. The group offers to show the cherry blossoms to the Virtual Singers, although it won't be the same as seeing them in person since they will only be able to see them in their hologram forms. Miku then decides to see if there are cherry blossoms in the SEKAI, since Mafuyu's feelings have made other things appear there before. While she doesn't find anything due to the SEKAI being, well, empty, she realises that she's happy that the SEKAI still feels more lively than it did before, and that she wants to continue supporting Mafuyu. As she thinks to herself, a Fragment of Feelings appears, and transports her to the Tree SEKAI.
Meanwhile, in the Stage SEKAI, MORE MORE JUMP! helps the Virtual Singers brainstorm for their next performance. Once a spring theme is chosen, Rin decides that she wants to include falling cherry blossom petals in their concert. Everyone looks across the various stages to try and find a cherry blossom tree, but they don't have any luck. In the end, they opt for using pink lighting, so Rin goes backstage to find some lights. Rin hopes the show will go well after everything everyone has done to accommodate her cherry blossom idea, and happens to find a Fragment of Feelings at that moment.
In the Street SEKAI, MEIKO and Rin have made a new cherry blossom-themed spring menu for Crase Cafe. Vivid BAD SQUAD arrive, and discuss having a picnic under some cherry blossoms in An's neighbourhood, although this makes KAITO and Luka a bit jealous, since there are no cherry blossoms in the SEKAI. Meanwhile, Len wants to find a way to thank MEIKO and Rin for their hard work, so he tries to find a cherry blossom tree for them. He isn't able to find one, but does find a Fragment of Feelings. MEIKO walks out into the street just after he finds it, and it takes them both to the Tree SEKAI.
School SEKAI Luka finds herself already in the Tree SEKAI, and remembers finding a Fragment of Feelings on the school roof. She recalls that Leo/need and the Virtual Singers had been trying to find a cherry blossom tree for a picnic. They had been trying extra hard because cherry blossoms reminded them of Luka as well, and were disappointed that they couldn't find any. Wanting to support Leo/need and their feelings, Luka went to look for a cherry blossom tree herself, and that's how she ended up in the Tree SEKAI.
Finally in the Wonderland SEKAI, WonderlandsxShowtime are trying to create an effect of a cherry blossom petal shower for their next show. They want to use real petals, but there aren't any cherry blossoms in the SEKAI, and they don't want to use the petals from the singing flowers. In the end, Emu suggests taking some petals from the cherry blossom tree in her garden. KAITO is thankful that they're always bringing fun and interesting things over to SEKAI, and thinks of a way to repay them, deciding to look for a real chery blossom in the SEKAI. Whilst looking around, he finds the plushies. They say they have a gift for him, and present him with a Fragment of Feelings, transporting him to the Tree SEKAI.
In the Tree SEKAI, there are cherry blossom petals falling through the sky. Miku goes over to the tree to see if that's where they're coming from, and spots something sparkling on the tree. Rin spots the same sparkly things, identifying them as Minori and the others' feelings, before spotting feelings belonging to other people too. Len and MEIKO also spot that there are other feelings here, with MEIKO making the assumption that they are from other SEKAI. She also has a feeling that where they are isn't an ordinary SEKAI. Luka feels that there are other people in the SEKAI, although she can't see anyone else there. KAITO has the same feeling, but is happy that the tree is proof that everyone's feelings are growing.
Suddenly, there is a very strong wind, and Empty SEKAI Miku briefly sees the original Miku. Empty SEKAI Miku wonders if the original Miku has been watching over everyone's feelings the whole time. The SEKAI then starts to disappear.
The original Miku briefly appears again, commenting on her surprise at everyone being there. She concludes that their individual desires to help brought them all together, and wishes them luck in future.
When Rin returns to the Stage SEKAI, she is greeted by Len and MEIKO. She tells them that she briefly saw other versions of them, and MEIKO realises they must've been from other SEKAI, and adds that nothing like that has ever happened before. In Street SEKAI, MEIKO mentions having been able to see peoples' feelings through Fragments before, but never anything like that, and she wonders if the tree SEKAI is a sort of nexus between SEKAI. In School SEKAI, Luka says the same thing, wondering if that was some sort of special fragment. In the Wonderland SEKAI, KAITO realises that they must have all been brought to the same place because of their connected feelings, and realises that they must all want to help people very much.
This event reveals that the Tree SEKAI is also controlled by the feelings of the Virtual Singers from the five main SEKAI. Despite not being the actual reason they were brought together, they managed to create cherry blossom petals in the SEKAI because they were all looking for cherry blossoms. We also learn that this SEKAI can be accessed by any shared feelings between the five SEKAI. While the five human characters accessed it because they wanted to give thanks to Miku and original Miku wanted to thank them in return, the Virtual Singers accessed it because they all wanted to help the owners/inhabitants of their SEKAI.
The MEIKOs also bring up some interesting points. They say that this has never happened before, which tells us that in the multiple years of SEKAI existing, no group of people has ever had feelings this strong and intertwined. MEIKO's idea of the Tree SEKAI being a nexus, along with Luka wondering if it was a special sort of fragment, makes a lot more sense, and could suggest that the Tree SEKAI, is neither a Fragment SEKAI or a full SEKAI, but a mysterious third type.
Also both Luka and MEIKO mention having seen the feelings of the humans in their SEKAI through Fragments before, despite neither of them having appeared in a Colorful Festival story at this point, implying that there may be other Fragment SEKAI that the human characters never accessed.
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The most recent appearance of the Tree SEKAI was in the second Virtual Singer-focused event, Let Your Song Resonate Throughout SEKAI! event. Although this time, things were a little different.
After everything that had happened in the past year, the Virtual Singers want to do something to support and encourage the owners of their respective SEKAI as they move forward in their journeys.
While all of them are discussing ideas and planning shows, the original Miku is watching over them from between SEKAI. She's then joined by the other original Virtual Singers, who were also curious about what's going on in the different SEKAI. Miku wishes she could do more to help the "them" in SEKAI who are trying hard to support the people in their SEKAI.
In the Stage SEKAI, Luka and the others are practising a special performance dedicated to MORE MORE JUMP!. Luka wants to keep trying harder because MMJ has always done the same and she wants to support them. At that moment, a Fragment of Feelings appears in front of her and teleports her away.
Meanwhile, in the Wonderland SEKAI, Miku and the others are rehearsing a play for WonderlandsxShowtime. Miku is so happy that the members of WxS were able to smile and chase their dreams together, that she's brought to tears. It's then that she hears a mysterious voice wish her luck. This voice was actually the original Miku, speaking to Wonderland Miku from between the SEKAI. She isn't sure how she was able to do it, but she wanted to support them all a lot and just said what she wanted to. The other Virtual Singers voice their agreement, and a Fragment of Feelings appears before them.
In the School SEKAI, Len is practising his singing so that he can perform for Leo/need. However, he can't quite get it to sound the same as when Miku sang with L/n at their concert. Miku explains that she wanted to support the girls and give them a push forwards, which Len keeps in mind. After Miku leaves, Len spots a Fragment of Feelings on a chair.
In the Empty SEKAI, Rin is singing Kanade's song to herself. Rin wants to be able to sing the same way as Miku can, the same way Miku was able to sing to Mafuyu and ease her loneliness. Nearby, Miku and Len approach MEIKO, trying to find Rin. MEIKO explains that Rin is focused on something else, and says that they should leave her alone. Once Miku and Len are gone, MEIKO joins in with Rin, although she doesn't think she can sing the same way Rin can. As they sing together, a Fragment of Feelings appears, and transports them to another SEKAI.
Back in the Wonderland SEKAI, Miku talks to KAITO about the voice she heard and the feeling of being watched. KAITO is able to relate to that, and says that it might be the other "them" cheering them on. This gets Miku excited, and she says that she wants to meet the other "them". And as luck may have it, a Fragment of Feelings appears.
This time we're somewhere slightly different though. It's never actually stated if this is the same as the Tree SEKAI or somewhere totally different, although it is a fairly similar landscape.
Wonderland Miku has a look at the fragments floating around, and spots the Wonderland SEKAI in one of them. Excited, she then has a look at the other fragments to see what SEKAI they contain.
The original Virtual Singers find themselves in the same mysterious place. KAITO reckons that the place is made of someone's feelings, and Rin concludes that it's a Fragment SEKAI, although they're not sure exactly what feelings it was made from, or whose SEKAI it is. The group then spots the floating fragments, and realises that this is a SEKAI that connects other SEKAI together. The group splits up to investigate some more, and end up running into "themselves".
The original Rin meets Empty SEKAI Rin, and asks if they can sing together because Empty Rin is such a beautiful singer. The original MEIKO joins Empty MEIKO at the same time, and thanks "herself" for always watching over N25.
Street SEKAI KAITO is here too, and runs into his original self. Street KAITO thinks "himself" is very cool, and admits he isn't really sure what he's doing here, but he's glad that they were able to meet. The original KAITO thanks Street KAITO for always working hard to help Vivid BAD SQUAD.
The Lens meet next. The original Len thinks School SEKAI Len's maturity and musical skills are really cool, and says that they both have to try their best in future. Then it's the Lukas turn. The original Luka thinks it's wonderful that Stage SEKAI Luka is able to bring hope to people as an idol, and says that she was able to give her hope too. Hearing these words, Stage Luka is motivated to try even harder.
Finally, it's the Mikus turn to meet. The original praises Wonderland Miku for her exciting shows that are able to make everyone smile. She believes that as long as Wonderland Miku is by everyone's side, everything will be fine, and she tells her to keep doing her best for them. Wonderland Miku asks to know more about the original Miku, but as soon as she starts to respond, the SEKAI begins to disappear.
This instance of the Tree SEKAI appearing actually leaves us with more questions that answers, and obviously the big question is if this is even the Tree SEKAI.
As mentioned, the appearance is fairly similar. Both SEKAI have a large field, and the sky is identical between the Tree SEKAI illustrations and Rin's Another Version of Me untrained 4* above. Aside from the lack of a tree, which could easily be excused by this possibly being a different part of that Fragment SEKAI, the field is noticeably different. The SEKAI in this event has flowering, bright green fields, while in Sakura Across SEKAI and Miku's Colorful Festival story, the field is a different shade of green and lacks any flowers. The grass is also a bit patchy in those older stories. A last detail that suggests these might be different SEKAI is that Miku doesn't recognise it.
However, I do believe that these are the same SEKAI. Firstly, both SEKAI are a bridge between the five we see in the game. GIven that the Tree SEKAI already exists, it feels very unlikely that another SEKAI serving the exact same purpose would be born, let alone looking extremely similar. As for the differences in appearance? The SEKAI grew of course. As mentioned earlier in this post, Street SEKAI Miku explains very early on in the game that SEKAI grow and develop over time if the feelings that created them don't dwindle. The original Miku alludes to it in her Colorful Festival story as well. I think that that could easily explain why the fields look healthier and are flowering now - because they grew with the feelings of those from the five SEKAI.
And a bit more on the meta side, I want to mention the flowers specifically. Obviously, between the second and third year of the game, this SEKAI went from being an empty field aside from a single tree, to being filled with flowers in it's next appearance. While this is already explained by the theory that it's the same SEKAI growing with time and feelings, I would like to draw attention to the tagline for the third year of the game: Journey to Bloom. All the units made significant changes and developments in order to go further down their respective paths and get closer to their dreams. As a metaphor, they went from being small buds to blooming flowers. I think the same might apply to the Tree SEKAI as a visual metaphor.
So what is the Tree of Feelings SEKAI? Well, it's not entirely clear. Not even the Virtual Singers are entirely sure what it is, because something like it has never existed before. What we do know is that it's a sort of Fragment SEKAI that acts as a nexus between the School, Stage, Street, Wonderland, and Empty SEKAI. When the inhabitants and owners of those SEKAI have the same strong feelings at the same time, they will be transported to the Tree SEKAI and allowed to meet. Virtual Singers are able to retain their memories of being in this SEKAI, although humans cannot.
Currently, the SEKAI is still a Fragment, and can only be accessed for short periods of time. However, it is still growing, and it has been implied that it could one day become a full-fledged SEKAI.
As of posting, Miku never met the original five who unlocked the Tree SEKAI again, although this post will be revisted if any updated are made to the lore of this Fragment? Nexus? SEKAI.
#project sekai#project sekai spoilers#<- contains spoilers for multiple recent events#sorry this is so late i kept on being busy and procrastinating on it#consider this a .5 anniversary of this blog#lore#theory#fragment sekai#sakura across sekai interconnecting our feelings#let your song resonate throughout sekai!#this one goes out to the street sekai initial cards. why do they have all the lore
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unpopular opinion: all bg3 origin ships are great (and as platonic too)
gale x astarion: "enemies" to lovers they have great chemistry and has plenty of room for fluff and angst, plenty has been said about them i dont think i have much else to say.
wyll x gale: theirs plenty of danger in being the blade of fronteirs/avernus and we all know what gale is into. also they are two of the more good leaning characters. + gale is very "being a warlock sounds rough" and wyll is "that man is wayyy to faithful i dont want him to blow himself up". dancer x man with poor knees. (i could yap for ever i love them)
karlach x wyll: PERFECT, their stories intertwine while they have this unyielding care for each other. both platonically and romantically this ship is amazing! i just have no words for how good it is
karlach x shadowheart: karlach calling her shads is adorable and shadowheart is just straight up smitting for karlach the moment they meet. also when you play as origin shadowheart karlach is super sweet about the hairchange i love them.
gale x laezel: good leaning frail human wizard x GITHYANKI WARRIOR. theyre conversations are amazing with a mutual sense of curiosity for each others past and possible future. laezel falling for somone as soft as gale as well. ugh its soo good.
laezel x shadowheart: NOW THIS! its the true enemies to lovers of bg3. kinda "toxic yuri" in the begining but as the story goes on and laezel rebels against vlakith and shart against shar theres a real parrelel to there stories and a sort of understanding that they can find in each other.
gale x shadowheart: an intresting dynamic given them both being incredibly faithful to two gods who arent super fond of each other... as shadowheart strays from shar she encorages gale to relise the power mystra had over him, just a lot of support and love for each other is what im imagining. (definitly a ship thats develoupment focused)
karlach x laezel: now i havent had both of them in my team much, but the dynamic feels close to "grumpy x sunshine" laezel really opening up and being nice over time while karlach is open and happy from the begining.
karlach x gale: wizard x barbarion, (also "idoit" x genuis) is just great, gale and his magic could probably help to cool karlach down temporarly! i hc them both as autistc and i like nd x nd ships. also if you let gale ascend to godhood (loser) and play as karlach he can actually fix her engine heart which adds a sweet motivation to his godhood.
karlach x astarion: now i love these two platonically but i also love them romantically. astarion is enthusastic about recruiting karlach and comments about supporting her. he jokes abouthow strong she is which is cute. if youve ever played karlach origin and romance astarion they have a sweet scene together.
wyll x astarion: monster hunter x monster, wyll loves to tease astarion but he cares about him. he has faith in astarion to be a better person and its just MWAH. astarion is a bit of a simp for wyll (me too) he is very nice about the horns in wylls origin too (i love them)
wyll x shadowheart: they tease each other in a super endearing way. they kinda immideitly clicked and i know that wyll would support shadowheart through her whole crisis and shadowheart will help wyll in his self sacrafising tenancies (these little shits reciting porn together at the docks)
shadowheart x astarion: these two could be evil together, but they also could help each other heal and become better people
laezel x astarion: theyre very differnt views of love and affection. i think laezel would help astarion in his journy of reclaiming his own sexuality. (i need to think about these two more)
durge x anyone is great
i speedran typing this sorry for plethera of spelling erros
#baldurs gate 3#wyll x gale#bladeweave#astarlach#shadowheart x lae’zel#shadowheart x astarion#shadowheart x karlach#karlach x wyll#i cant be bothered to tag all the ships
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i've been thinking of getting a tattoo for a long time, not only because i want to, but also to cover an old stick'n'poke i got when i was 15.
and so it got me thinking of the 141 tattoo artist!au. and oh boy.
Kyle would be an absolute sweetheart. not judging the stupid decisions a teenager made. more like "you wanted a tattoo and you went out of your way to get it, that's awesome. now how about we enhance it instead of covering it, whaddya think pretty girl?" and he'd draw around it, incorporate it into his art, go over the parts that are faded and uneven, then, when he's finished, wipe it gently and go "there, what should've been your first real tattoo" with his blinding smile and a promise to also be the one to do your next one
Johnny would be excited about finding creative ways to make parts of the stick'n'poke incorporate into other elements, make it so you'd never know it was there. but he's also a bit of a freak! making sort of mean comments about, "such a stupid decision, you were but a wee lass and ye didn't know what you wanted! thank god Johnny's here ta' fix ya'". It doesn't help that the tattoo you got was somewhere hidden, somewhere your parents wouldn't see on summer vacation (think where your underwear would cover it, or under your bra straps!) and he'd be such a creep! Sitting closer than absolutely necessary, looking at you too intensely. At the end, he'd suggest a truly hidden tattoo, "Only for me to see, bun, whaddya say?"
Ghost would be the type to frown behind the mask and look at you meanly, and you're afraid that he'd judge you for doing this kind of thing (you had your reasons, okay? some rough period in your life, you needed catharsis, and you were too young to get a real tattoo) and he'd be really condescending, all "there's a reasons youngins can't get them. Cuz' it's a stupid decision to make." and he'd huff and draw the most exquisite art you'd seen, all black, bold lines, and way, way bigger than necessary to cover the small tattoo. If the tattoo was on your hip, he'd extend it from your waist all the way down to your knee, make it flow with your curves, accentuate the stretch marks, and you can't say no because you absolutely adore the style. if the tattoo was on your ribs (bra straps, remember?" he'd extend it under your tits, bring it back over the clavicle, make it to be seen. and the pain. oh the pain. "you said you wanted catharsis, right?"
John would absolutely be on Ghost's side, with "there's a reason they don't let kids get tattoos" and you hear the underlying what a fucking mistake, and you see how he judges you... it makes you want to get it from him the most. Until you get to the consultation, and he tells you to get it lasered off first. But it's so faded, it should be easy to cover, no? you argue. he won't budge. So you get the expensive laser. it sorta hurts mentally, because you got it done with your best friend, and you always assumed you'd keep it there, underneath another layer of ink, where only you would remember it. It takes a few sessions, but then the skin is clean, a blank canvas for John to paint on. and paint he does. it's the most gorgeous piece you could ever imagine, you can see the inspiration Ghost draws from him, all bold shapes that flow into each other and compliment your body. Your skin is raw and pink when he's done, and you get up to admire the work... until you get a closer look in the mirror. you know exactly where the old tattoo would've been, and you'd expected to not be able to place it, under the new art. in its stead, two letters, black, bold, beautifully intertwined.... J.P. ... He'd put his lips next to your ear as you stand in shocked silence. "You're my canvas now."
#cc writes#141#tf 141#tattoo au#141 tattoo au#cod tattoo au#call of duty#ghost#soap#gaz#price#soap x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x reader#price x reader#reader insert#fanfiction#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#john price#captain john price#tatoo artist au
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director’s commentary for like a knife in my throat? 🙏🙏
omggg thank you for asking!
like a knife in my throat — (F1 RPF, Nico/fem!Lewis, Rule 63, 2015 F1 Season, Pregnancy, messy vibes all around <3)
“I don’t need you to hand me a championship,” he snaps. Lewis doesn’t say: You’ve been handed everything else.
This was called BABYTRAPPING FIC in my scrivener for weeks which. is exactly what the fic is about. shoutout to @antspaul who had never watched a vroom vroom before I speedran brocedes lore in their DMs so I could be like “These are the vibes now help me brainstorm the het version 🙏”
This was technically a kinkmeme fill but the prompt was quite broad ("brocedes but one of them is a woman") so I pretty much had free reign. My reasoning for the vibes of the ship was just... given the RL lore, if it was het, it would absolutely be a codependent relationship since teenage years kind of scenario. Mildly claustrophobic sort of relationship where they've never really looked at anyone else, never took time to step back and reassess their life without the other, and their lives are so intertwined and when it's good it's great! When it's bad it's suffocating.
the reasoning for making it Nico/fem!Lewis instead of the other way around was that I really wanted to write rancid pregnancy fic and characterisation-wise this felt easier
also, it's a dynamic that lets me make more of their dysfunctionality internal and not external; it kind of compounds their existing privilege disparities instead of offsetting themselves. I'm not sure if I'm explaining myself well but like — in this scenario they can be together. They're not going against established norms (which I think would be the case with Lewis/f!Nico to some extent even if it's het.) ALL the drama is coming from inside the house :3
(There's a lot to be explored in f!Nico/Lewis hetcedes fic and maybe one day I'll write that too but it's a whole different vibe)
Speaking of compounding existing privilege disparities: the whole crux of this fic is that f!Lewis can not deal with the thought of Nico beating her.
The only thing she really has going for her above him is that she's the undisputed better driver. If that changes, even once, she wouldn't be able to live with herself while being in a relationship with him. But she doesn't want to give up that relationship not really because they belong to each other. Hand in unlovable hand!!! also beating him turns her on. Nico's side of this is that he's like. Extremely possessive in return. I can't beat you but I will have you. Nobody else gets to have that but me.
Anyway. BABYTRAPPING. The natural solution to all their dilemmas. Because I choose to believe they're the kind of couple who've lowkey talked about having children at some point in the distant future, it's just that they can't really do it now, and it was always a fond hypothetical (and Nico was always way more into it than Lewis, bc ofc he wasn't the one who'd have to get pregnant you know) and now Lewis decides to jump the gun in the most toxic possible way. She's like, THIS is what we're gonna do. You get to win but it's on my terms. She's giving Nico everything he's ever wanted buuut it comes with a side of mind games and yanking his chain.
However. It's very important for me to note that this is not unilateral. Nico DOES get everything he's ever wanted. They ARE both into this.
and in the sequel that lives in my head, and maybe one day I will write, he's going to be the most inconvenient possible wag, like, he's going to be AROUND. He's going to be Tashi Duncan. He's going to make sure people know he's Supporting Lewis (she was the one who wanted to keep their relationship secret). He's going to put a huge rock on her finger and be like, Oh I'm so lucky I get to have her and it's all very possessive and unhinged. I was actually surprised by how some comments were like "Oh f!Lewis is sooo cold she's got Nico exactly where he wants him" and I'm like, but he's also a bit nasty!!! It's very important to me that the rancid is twofold.
Fic title is from this verse by Sonya Vatomsky
When I finished writing this fic I had to to show Carp a lot of irl-Nico lore bc I felt bad for character assassinating him in the fanfictions. Like btw he's actually a #feministdad who respects the women in his life! And then unfortunately fell into the trap of finding a 40yo millionaire venture capitalist cute. I'm still there. Somebody rescue me
anyway thank u for letting me go on and on and on about this fic I genuinely loved writing it :D
[fanfic writers director’s cut meme!]
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Analysis of Names
Sydney: means "wide meadow", or "wide water meadow", or "From Saint Denis"
Carmen: means "garden or orchard", or "vineyard of God"
Claire: means "bright, clear"
Luca: means "light"
So from what I've googled and read about, Syd and Carm's names match the most. Obviously it conveys a sort of matching creativity- both characters are filled with the abundance of ideas and passion growing in their personal gardens/meadows.
But a wide meadow is a wild, grassy, overgrown ground, full of plants, kind of like how Sydney is still a little more fresh and new than Carmy, and she's got lots of ideas, but they're not streamlined yet. She's still learning how to trim things down, just like all those scenes in S2 where she's cooking and trying and messing up things.
Now Carmen being represented by a garden/orchard/a vineyard of god makes a lot of sense. He's worked at so many different fine dining restaurants so it checks out that he would be a meticulously crafted, trimmed to perfection garden, just like every perfectly made dish that he served.
Alternatively, an orchard is a bunch of cultivated trees meant to create fruit or some other kind of crop, typically existing for high levels of output. A vineyard of God as described in the Bible typically means that these trees must bear fruit, they're not for decoration. These latter meanings indicate that Carmy is more professional and simply creates a lot more because his process is a lot more streamlined and personally necessary in comparison to Sydney and her meadow.
A small slight connection (but most likely unintentional) between Sydney's "from saint-denis" meaning and Carmy's "vineyard of God" meaning, is that Saint-Denis is a suburb in Paris, France, and they have a massive vineyard there called Morey-Saint-Denis. Saint Denis was also a patron saint of Paris, which connects Saint-Denis and by extension; Sydney, back to God and religion. Interesting that this also represents a vineyard of God, right?
If I had more faith in the show, I would assume this is also a sydcarmy connection. But I have a feeling that this is a stretch/coincidence. Plus I don't remember Syd and Carm ever cooking with wine or talking about Paris (lol).
But otherwise, I think overall, Syd and Carm's names do kind of associate nature, harvest/abundance, and God. Kind of like divine inspiration/creation, which actually checks out. A lot of their important scenes are them bouncing ideas off each other, and then creating together, and you also understand their different skill levels as attributed by their name meanings. I love the idea of them being intertwined in a sort of fateful, holy act of creation.
What I also find really interesting is Luca and Claire's names having a very similar meaning as well. Claire's name might be a very on-the-nose comment of her being the clear choice over Sydney, over the restaurant, but it also ties into this whole thing of giving "peace" Carm and bringing brightness to people's lives (the whole, I just wanna take care of people thing.)
On the other hand, Claire might actually be providing clarity to Carmy in a different way. Like a harsh reality check. She shows him he'll never be normal and that freaks him out. She's tied to his abusive boss for some reason- maybe clarity is more tongue in cheek here, meaning like how anxiety makes you think your worst thoughts are the most clear and true. It would explain Carmy's panic attacks about Claire- he feels like he must meet his familial expectations of being with her, but he doesn't exactly like her, because she's been foisted on him.
Maybe by being the "clear" choice, it also indicates that she might not be the right one. The best choice often isn't the easiest one, and you could argue Claire's existence is meant to provide clarity to Carmy about his feelings on Sydney and the Bear.
Now, Luca meaning light I actually understood almost immediately. (Sorry Claire; the writers did you dirty lol). Because Luca has always had a sort of hopeful presence, like a positive beacon of light reaching out to the other characters. He helps Marcus in finding his way in Copenhagen. He is a calming light to Sydney during the party, to the point where you feel like she's drawn much more to him than Carmy.
So overall I'm kind of thinking of Sydney and Carmy as two sides of the same coin, and Luca and Claire as the two things beckoning to them. Luca is a light for Sydney, as the Bear and Carmy shut her down. Claire is supposed clarity for Carmy, making him feel like things are obviously supposed to be this way, with her.
I feel that Sydcarmy was meant to be tied by being similar in nature, and now we have some (kind of) evidence of that, and that they're being pulled away. The only difference is that Syd's pulling away feels more positive than Carmy's does. Maybe because she's still a relatively unchanged meadow, and she can still pursue other things due to not being permanently changed like Carmen has been.
Anyways take all this with a grain of salt. I know typically things like names are usually foreshadowing, but with Christopher Storer and Co., and how they've left a bunch of hanging threads, I don't know. They may have picked these names purely for the aesthetic.
#the bear fx#the bear#sydcarmy#the bear meta#the bear fx spoilers#carmy berzatto#the bear spoilers#sydney adamu#sydney x carmy#anti claire bear#carmy x sydney#the bear season 3#the bear hulu#syd x carmy#sydluca#the bear s3#long post#luca the bear#claire dunlap#sydcarmy meta#syd x carmen#syd x luca#syd adamu#sydney x carmen#carmen berzatto#anti christopher storer
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december favs!
what i read this month.
(look forward to a favs of 2024 post later :3)
sketches of a firefly
e. 88.7k. magic/ hurt/comfort.
i have no words to properly describe this experience. this fic is introspective, adventurous, glowing, and textured. i LOVED this story. the magic is vague and perfectly added, the characters are fleshed out, and the writing is delightful. patient & loving atsumu you will always be famous. please read the tags/ warnings. stay safe <3
summer special: omigiri
t. 6.9k. msby & onigiri miya.
i literally searched “summer” in the sakuatsu tag on ao3 and this presented itself on a silver platter. very sweet and silly fic of skts modeling for onigiri miya’s newest campaign of umeboshi onigiri. osamu pov since he’s (obviously) the smartest person in the room. extremely lighthearted and goofy <3
people will say we’re in love
t. 9.5k. canon universe.
sakuatsu learn what sakuatsu is and try to make it stop: the fic! or: the universe wants skts together soooo bad: the fic. this was such a lighthearted read and was so silly. i’m a big fan of social media/ youtube fics (they remind me of my kpop stan days) so this was very cute.
a match made in hell
e. 8.9k. arranged marriage in hell au!
the premise is such a gag that i just had to read it and it, unexpectedly, was full of life (get it? bc they’re in hell)! lots of bickering and sass from kiyoomi and it was just SO funny. broke the 4th wall, full of hell jokes, and had a fluff-y ending <3 also loved the characterization & world building of hell.
do good things come to those who wait?
t. 16.7k. imperial prince omi x shogun son atsumu.
READ THE NOTES.
hahaha ok so i didn’t read the notes. but i have been craving a royalty skts fic and i just got so excited. PLUS red string soulmates??? i needed it. it was a lovely coming of age fic and i loved atsumu in this. he was humanized a lot more than what i usually see. he was flustered, dramatic, and annoying but in very real ways. excellent writing and unforgettable plot.
intertwined
t. 25.8k. soulmate body swapping.
this was lovely. soulmates swap bodies at random times and skts fall in love through those moments of time. you sort of witness their whole childhoods unfold to the point where they meet and (of course) it’s a beautiful reunion :3 also included the kiyoomi has older sisters who dote on him hc which i ADORE!!
bewitching, besotted
e. 70.7k. 5+1 fwb.
sakusa pov! hurt/ comfort! situationships! emotionally mature kghn! kageyama x omi besties! this fic truly has it all. this is part of an ongoing series so there was a lot of development of surrounding characters and circumstances. but most importantly: they are so enamored with each other. romance is in the little things. such a solid fic!
cut the conversation, just open your mouth
e. 16.2k. situationship skts.
ok wow i read a LOT of hurt/comfort this month. fwb skts in atsumu’s pov! everyone is stressed (and omi is trying his best). this was more like a character study and one that i really appreciated. atsumu wasn’t a perfect brother, communicator, or athlete. and i don’t know a lot about situationships so i enjoyed reading it!
let’s get physical
t. 4.3k. nurse sakusa x uni student atsumu.
genuinely couldn’t stop laughing while reading this. atsumu is getting his physical at the student health center and flirts with the really beautiful nurse. let’s just say that wasn’t atsumu’s last visit to the health center.
stockholm syndrome isn’t real
e. 50.2k. heist/ action au.
wow. i just want to say a thank you to the commenter who said this is their fav skts fic because i GET it now. wildly comedic, action-packed, absurd yet wonderful. lovely characterizations. i can’t wait to read it again. also i’m such a sucker for heists so obviously i loved the plot.
sense of purpose (or, what comes next)
t. 3.6k. post volleyball retirement.
atsumu sees kiyoomi at a 7/11 over a decade after they last saw each other :’). although short, this fic was thoughtful, enchanting, and beautiful. there is so much between the lines that i wish i could have MORE of them. it also was a bit of a character study for atsumu as he thinks back on his life/ career. very special and lovely read.
happy happy new year to you all! it’s one of the only holidays we all celebrate, so please enjoy it and share the love! i am really thankful to have my little brain rot blog here… here’s to more dumb posts in the new year!
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That Hazbin women confessing feeling fluff was very wholesome and I loved to read it. Could you do a similar idea but for a first date and first kiss? still with a shy reader. Feel free to add the angels if you'd like.
Cautions - SPOILERS FOR SEASON 1, cursing duh, niffty biting you (you'll see lmao), a cringy song reference 🤪,
Genre - fluff
Type - head canons
Comments - Ooooo, this sounds so sweet 🥹🥹 I'm so happy to hear you loved the confessions! Like with the confessions, I'm going to separate the demons and angels into two different parts, I hope you don't mind! (Again, Charlie and Vaggie are best friends in this. Implied fem!reader for Vaggie, and male!reader for Niffty. They may or may not have pronouns mentioned in them, cause I mostly use you/your pronouns for readers) I just now realized I forgot ROSIEEEE which makes me sad 😭 (I'll add her into another part I swear just ask 🙏🙏)
Is this the part where we kiss?
Charlie
- Your first date is gonna be a little rough, but it will be worth it
- However, you might be thinking that Charlie chooses to go to a nice restaurant, or a picnic in the park nearby with the least amount of sinners causing bloodshed and such, but no
- She takes you to LULU WORLDDD (I believe that's the original, and not the Mammon knockoff in greed. Let's also assume it's in the pride ring just in case you imagine yourself as a sinner <33) because she enjoys the rides and games there, and wants your first date together to be full of fun and laughter
- You two are a little awkward at first, like on all first dates, but you both very quickly become comfortable in each other's presence again after 1 ride, Charlie very quickly dragging you away to the next ride
- Several roller coasters, a few carnival games, and some over priced carnival food later and you both reach the haunted house!
- A carnival classic, the tunnel of love 💕
- You both looked at it, and silently agreed to go together, hand in hand, eating parts of your cotton candy
- You both climbed into the swan boat, the ride operator saying "Don't have too much fun, love birds~" then sending you both off into the tunnel, your faces burning from the tease
- You both recovered, just to see all sorts of beautiful art that depicted the classic baby Cupid shooting arrows at humans, making them fall in love
- You both awed at the sites, slowly and subconsciously intertwining your hands together again
- The ride was quite long, so you both chatted, about how much fun you're having, what ride you want to go on next, and how cute this ride is
- Suddenly, your eyes catch Charlie's, her giving you a sweet smile, your conversation forgotten, the both of you too lost in the others eyes to keep it going
- Almost as if you both were thinking the same thing, your eyes darted down to her curled lips, wondering how they would feel against yours
- You both looked back up at each other, and slowly leaned in. Just before you kissed, your lips brush against each other, you hesitating to lean fully in.
- Charlie notices, knowing that she wanted your first kiss to be memorable. She gently squeezed your hand, bringing her other to cup your burning cheek, stroking it softly and giving you the most love filled look you had originally thought you would only see in your dreams.
- When you smiled too, she leaned in again, you following suit, leaned in too, kissing her gently. She smiles into the kiss, so happy you kissed her, that you loved her so much to give her your first kiss, and that she belonged to you, and you belonged to her, heart, body, and soul.
Vaggie
- The extermination was coming up, and you were struggling a little with the actual fighting but refused to just stay inside the hotel during it, wanting to fight alongside your girlfriend
- And she appreciated it, and seeing the determination to learn how to fight the angels burn in your eyes made her feel nostalgic in a way
- And so, your training began! She took you to a quieter part of the land outside of the hotel, away from the cannibals that were still training
- She gave you a small selection of blades to choose from, all of which were made of angelic steel, supplied by Carmilla Carmine (Carbine?). As you looked through the weapons, you decided on [y/w] (your weapon) and raised it up to Vaggie. She nodded, then put the rest of the weapons away, then started explaining the best ways to use your weapon
- As she explained, she did a few examples, and answered any questions you had as you went. Eventually, she handed you the weapon, then asked you to do a simple attack. And you did pretty good! Vaggie gave you a small clap, very proud of her girlfriend. She asked you to do a more difficult attack, but not much harder than the first one. You did okay, just needed to adjust some of your posture
- She walked over to you and started adjusting your posture, nudging your foot to the side, adjusting your hold, then her hands went to your waist
- Vaggie didn't even realize where her hands were until you went stiff, then she looked up at your tinted cheeks and realized what happened
- She almost removed her hands from your waist until you muttered a small "w-wait.." and she also went stiff
- You gently drop the angelic weapon on the ground, then put your hands on her shoulders. A blush creeped on her face as well, realizing how close you both were.
- Vaggie's eyes dart down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, when she realized that your eyes were also looking at her lips
- She smirked slightly, then brought a hand up to brush your hair away from your eyes, her other hand going to the small of your back to pull you in closer to her.
- As she tucked your hair behind your ear, she leaned in slightly, tilting her head. As you got on, your blush became deeper, but you still tilted your head to the side, then your lips finally meet
- As soon as it begins, it ends. A small peck, but it spoke a thousand words from Vaggie. "I will protect you, because I'll be your armor." <3
Niffty (nifty?)
- Again, doesn't do shy guys 😭
- If you were to try and kiss her, this crazy bitch would BITE YOU
- So, in other words, remain 6 feet from her at all times if you value your.. undead life
- Like, I love how crazy she is but she literally KILLED THE ADAM
- You do not wanna test her 😭
Carmilla
- You both had been working hard recently, more shipments are being made, gathering the angelic steel from around the pentagram, and lots of paperwork that needed to be done
- You both could feel your backs dying as they hunched over those mounds of paperwork, however your saving graces showed up from a weapons delivery. Clara and Odette (Carmilla's daughters if you didn't know, I sure didn't) opened the doors to Carmilla's office, and tisking at the tiredness in both yours and their mother's eyes.
- That's how you both got kicked out of your own home and forced into a reservation at a nice restaurant lmao
- You both enjoyed your time there, finally relaxing, letting your hair down (OUT FOR LOVEEE) and joking around. Now, on the way home you held each other's hands, talking about how you needed to pay back Clara and Odette for their kindness in getting you out of the house and taking care of the paper work
- As you both returned, you were giggling happily after a story you told from when you were alive. You entered the front door holding onto each other as you hunched over, holding your stomachs from how much you were laughing.
- You both felt so relaxed, especially you, who had some wine at the restaurant and was feeling less shy about showing Camilla affection, and it showed.
- Your giggles died down as you both looked at each other, slowly leaning, and sharing your first kiss.
- As you part, a blush crosses both of your faces and you look away shyly
- Around the corner, Clara and Odette were silently cheering and giving each pats on the back for their perfect set up
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