#don't worry about getting who you're talking to wrong

[nemisuki]

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ꜱʏɴᴏ���ꜱɪꜱ || Getting a call to pick up your drunk boyfriend led to many hugs, kisses and even a secret revealed.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, oneshot, drunk and clingy bkg, dating au, aged up, physical touch galore, jealous bkg, kirishima mentioned, highschool sweethearts, he’s just a lil guy, 1.1k word count

The intense smell of alcohol and fried japanese cuisine infiltrates her nostrils – increasing the worry she already felt prior to her arrival – nonetheless she smiles, saying her quick hello's to those still present.

"Hey bakubro, look alive! Y/N is here!"

Her gaze softens as she approaches the duo, sighing with relief as she sees the blonde seated down with a noticeable aloof expression – though short lived – given that his head perks up at the mention of her name.

"....y/n? where?"

The unusual quiet tone makes her heart race, the way he lazily scans the area – too drunk to notice she's standing only a few steps away – only causes a giggle to escape her.

He frowns at Kirishima, sending a weak glare his way.

"don't lie to me, shitty hair..."

The red head could only sheepishly smile at him – taking a note that his friend is too far gone – standing up and patting y/n's shoulder as he walks by, going over to make sure the others are okay to get home.

But not before adding an encouraging remark, shining a toothy grin towards her as he steps aside.

"He's all yours y/n! good luck!"

She nods at him and looks back at the blonde – who's resting his head on the table, obeying the feeling of exhaustion – having to hold the urge to take a photo of the adorable scene.

With deliberate quiet steps, she leans against the table, soothingly rubbing his back.

"Katsuki?"

He tenses and immediately picks his head up – lifting his hand to shove hers away – but pauses as he seems to recognize her, squinting hard, clearly struggling.

She smiles and leans closer for him, knowing he must've drank a lot for the guy to be so out of it.

"Hi 'suki, it's y/n, c'mon i'm here to bring you back home."

At her reassurance, his earlier defensive stance seemed to relax – his eyes practically oozing with infatuation – a lopsided smile slowly appearing on his face.

An unfamiliar yet welcoming sight. 

His arms reach out to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer with longing and adoration – earning a surprised gasp from her – his gaze roaming across her facial features, as if trying to wrap his head around her beauty.

"you're here.."

The joy in his voice is evident – so unlike the grumpy blonde that she knows and loves – she doesn't particularly mind this version of him though.

It's cute.

"Kirishima called and said you drank a little too much, so I came to your rescue."

He frowns immediately – earning a curious look from her and raised brows – halting in her movements when he buries his face against her stomach.

She softly hums as her fingers reach down to gently play with the spiky locks, the soft texture felt beneath her fingertips as she scratches his scalp.

"What's wrong?"

The grip around her waist only tightens as he grumbles.

"don't talk about him..."

Her eyes crinkle with amusement, softly giggling at the ticklish sensation – the combination of his hair and the jealous words spoken against her torso, made her prone to laughter – he was an open book whenever given a few drinks in his system.

She'll keep that in mind for next time.

"Don't be so jealous Katsuki, I'm dating you, remember?"

He huffs and picks his head up, looking straight at her with determination.

"Just focus on me."

She rolls her eyes playfully, resting her arms around his neck as he continues clinging to her.

"Whatever you say-"

A small whine escapes the girl as his hands position her to sit on his lap, taking the opportunity to cradle her face and squish her cheeks.

The yearning in his eyes makes her chest tighten involuntarily, feeling a bit shy at his display of such fondness.

"...'m in love with you... you know?"

Of course she knew he loved her.

But the way he's so straight forward when he usually isn't as vocal with his affection is just... different.

It made her feel like a blushing school girl all over again.

"yes i know kats, i love you too."

Apparently the smile and words weren't enough for him, cause he didn't let go of her face, drunkenly holding it with tenderness.

Honestly, no one wouldn't believe her if she told this story many years from now.

The way he adoringly smiles, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead – which turned into multiple kisses across her face – simply left her feeling breathless.

As if she, herself, had been infected by his intoxication.

"So pretty..."

Y/N gently removes his hands – attempting to regain some of her composure, after he made her all flustered – and opens her palm in his direction with a laugh.

“Thank you ‘suki, but can I get your car keys? I gotta drive you home 'mkay?"

"oh.... 'kay..."

His left hand fumbles around his pocket – the other having a steady place around her back to keep her up – the sounds of metal clinging together echoing from the action.

She takes the set of keys, noticing the framed – and now signed – all might card dangling from the set, a smile resurfacing on her face.

But her brows furrow when she sees another attachment on the keys.

A small photo keychain of them, a picture from their yearbook when they were in UA, both smiling at each other, not suspecting anyone snapped a pic.

She remembered the shock on both of their faces when they opened the collage of memories, the photo printed out in the array of funny class photos.

The blonde must've cut it out and framed it.

Her heart jumps at the realization, a warm feeling bubbling within her chest – she never took katsuki to wear an accessory like this – maybe she'll buy him a charm to add to the assortment of trinkets.

"...'m sleepy"

Y/N smiles – feeling extra giddy now, as she stands up from his lap – helping him to place his arm around her shoulder, walking out of the restaurant in unison.

As she buckles his seatbelt on, she couldn't help but to mention her discovery.

"Hey katsuki... I didn't know you had that photo of us on your keychain."

His red eyes are half lidded with drowsiness, but it doesn't stop him from speaking in a mumble before succumbing to sleep.

"...that photo is special."

She yearns for him to elaborate but refrains from waking him up, instead putting the car in drive towards his apartment, she'll just ask him tomorrow.

What she didn't know at the time, is the significance of the photo.

Back then, he was irritated at whoever snapped that shot, but Katsuki could only be grateful now.

It was taken on the exact day he realized he fell in love with her – now a personal time capsule he could look back on whenever he wanted to reminisce – the reminder of that, making him sleep for the rest of the car ride home with a smile. 

And yes, she did snap a pic of him snoring. 

Maybe it’ll be on her keychain.

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[quinnynation]

the first of many,, first kisses with bonedo ! headcanons

park sungho :

sungho knows he wants to kiss you as soon as you arrive at your date. he's known for awhile that he likes you, but you look so...incredible, and the way you're being extra attentive to his day and interests just seals the deal to him. so when you linger at your apartment door for a few moments too long? yeah, he takes the opportunity; carefully leaning down and using his slender fingers to lift your chin before interlocking his lips with yours.

"you don't know how long i've thought about doing this." he'd whisper as the two of you break apart for air, sending a chill up your spine that practically begs you to go back for more.

lee riwoo : 

riwoo, bless his heart, is a nerve wreck. he wants to kiss you, more than anything in the world- but god he is shaking so badly and stumbling over every sentence he attempts to utter.

"are you okay?" you'd ask, genuine worry lacing your tone as you tilted your head. riwoo would go bright red, stammering about how he's fine and not to worry about him- his eyes betraying him by glancing at your lips for just a moment too long.

that's when you know what he's so nervous about. and thus the teasing begins, getting just slightly too close to his face- lingering for a moment before pulling away.

it isn't until the end of your date that you finally kiss him, feeling all the anxiety physically melt off his body as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist.

myung jaehyun : 

oh my sweet loverboy myungjae <3 jaehyun is the kind of guy to lay his head on your shoulder/chest during a movie, listening to the melodic sound of your heartbeat against your ribcage.

thump, thump, thump.

it almost, almost, lulls him to sleep. the sight of your sleepy puppy crush fuels you with a bit too much cuteness aggression- which results in you peppering the top of his hair with kisses. he almost immediately becomes a puddle of giggles as he pulls you into a tight hug.

it's only natural that when your shared giggles die down, a soft kiss is shared.

han taesan : 

listen...taesan really tried to play it cool. like...he really, really, tried.

but the look you give him when he arrives at your apartment fifteen minutes early? yeah, he knows he's cooked.

taesan tries acting cool as you invite him to lay on your bed while you finish getting ready, but being surrounded by your decor, the lingering smell of your shampoo and signature perfume? yeah, he's not just cooked...he's charred.

"dongmin? are you okay? you're quiet." you ask, looking at the man who was sitting on your bed through your vanity mirror. dongmin's eyes go wide as if he's been caught with his hand in a cookie jar, "m' fine." he mumbled, looking anywhere but your eyes.

you'd squint at him, trying to analyze what it was that was actually troubling the man. only to come up empty handed.

"you look really pretty." taesan would comment as you applied your lipstick/gloss/stain/etc. you'd glance up at him through the mirror once more, a soft blush sprinkling over your nose. "you look really pretty too, minnie." you smile back

it doesn't take long for him to work up the courage to kiss you after that- playfully pouting when you scold him for smearing your lip product.

kim leehan :

leehan...my sweet, slightly social-cue-lacking, leehan <3 either he has no clue that you've been trying to kiss him for the past 4 hours, or he's playing hard to get.

and judging by the way he's still talking about his newest tank's filtration system-- it's the former. he's just going on and on, that enthusiastic twinkle in his eyes shining bright as ever; you listen- or at least pretend too.

don't get me wrong, you love hearing about leehan's fish. the ideas he has for new tank landscapes, the ups and downs of figuring out the perfect filtration system but...today, today you've had it.

you want to kiss this man, so bad. so finally, you bite the bullet and just admit it outright- "hyunnie, i love you- and your fish- but i've been trying to kiss you for the past four hours." your tone might be blunt, but you aren't attempting to be mean in the slightest. just very very honest.

leehan would blink in surprise before his nose and eyebrows crinkling together in confusion..."you have?"

you nod, a breathy laugh escaping you. leehan would blush, a mixture of love and embarrassment sitting prettily across his face. he'd lean in, placing a quick- but meaningful- peck onto your lips before uttering, "you could've just asked, y'know."

kim woonhak :

oh woonagi <3 sweet, inexperienced woonagi whose first (and fingers crossed, last) love is you. he spends weeks running a game-plan in his head, with the "help" (endless teasing and mindless bickering) from his hyungs.

however, when the cafe the two of you were meant to have lunch at closes early due to an electrical issue- and it starts pouring, thanks to the forecast falsely promising "sunny skies"- he realizes quickly that he should've planned for the unplanned.

because now the two of you are sitting inside a convenience store, soaking wet and sharing a ramyeon...which isn't very convenient for kissing. no pun intended.

don't get him wrong! he is having fun, because your there and despite being soaking wet and cold- you're still hilarious.

it's just...not the most romantic place to kiss.

does that stop him though? no. no it does not.

your kiss is shared inside a 7/11, over a 1 dollar cup of ramyeon. "sorry about the...lack of romance." he'd laugh as he pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. you'd wrinkle up your nose in laughter before leaning in to press another kiss on the edge of his jawline.

the first of many.

this isn't proof-read so it probably sucks but y'know ! you live laugh and learn, or wtv the sign at hobby lobby says.

[no-stupid-questions-official]

(WARNING: QUESTION ABOUT TRANSMISOGYNY) i have asked this question of multiple people directly and it always just gets ignored or called bait, but i genuinely am just stupid and autistic and paranoid about my social skills and im looking for an answer. i understand the caution considering all the disproportionate bans of trans women for doing literally nothing, so i understand the instinct to be cautious, but i am asking this from a place of wanting to make the people i reblog from feel as comfortable as possible

i would appreciate if TRANS WOMEN ONLY would answer this, i dont need to hear opinions from people who it doesnt affect.

I have seen posts made by trans women that say they hate when TME people comment on their posts about transmisogyny saying "I've never heard of this." Some of these posts went on to elaborate that the reason they don't like this is because it's often used to argue "I've never heard of this SO THEREFORE it must not be happening, and you're lying about your oppression!" My worry is that I, a TME person, remember that before seeing those posts, I remember reblogging some other posts to signal boost and tagging them something along the lines of "I've never heard of this, that's horrible!" (coming from a place of believing them).

SO MY QUESTION IS: Is the phrase "I've never heard of this" an inherently bad thing to say, even from a place of belief? Like, is it frustrating/disheartening to hear that there are still so many people who haven't heard what's going on? Or is it only bad in conjunction with trying to silence trans women talking about their experiences? Like, is it a good thing to know the message is getting out? Or should I just be silent and say nothing at all?

I know this is a stupid question, I know, but I think that about a lot of the questions I have about social interaction and then I still get them wrong

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[itadore-me]

˗ˏˋBF!Yuji Headcannons!

-I tried to make this as long as possible.. let me know if you want me to expand on any of these! :D

CW: Fem reader.

Yuji Itadori is the kind of boyfriend who...

-PRINCESS TREATMENT is a must! always tries to carry your bags (even if they aren't heavy), always runs up in front of you to hold the door open, gives you his hoodie without a second thought whenever you're cold.. this guy is a straight up gentleman, he will always treat you right!

"let me hold that for you babe!"

"oh don't worry, I only have clothes in here its not heavy"

Yuji obviously pouts and tries to grab the bags anyway, claiming he 'wouldn't be the best boyfriend' if he let you carry your own bags.

-TEXTS WITH LOTS OF EMOJIS! Pretty much cannon that he honestly didn't have a phone before Jujutsu High, so he definitely doesn't know much of the 'texting etiquette' . I feel like he'd be fast to learn all of the online trends but he wouldn't ever let go of his emojis! Totally the type to use emoticons as well!

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-hey quick question

-WHATS UP?!( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

-do you remember if the homework is due today or tomorrow? I forgot 😔

-oh.😓 i forgot too.(｡>﹏<)

-lol. thats ok ill ask nobara!

-WAIT NO(っ °Д °;)っ‼️

-..?

-.ITS TOMMOROW!( •̀ ω •́ )y

-oh ok thank you!! ily!❤️:)

-:(

-...

-:((((

- Yuji ur so smart for remembering! this is why i LOVE you SO much. :)) how did i ever get so luck with the strongest smartest guy on EARTH?

-( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ❤️ I LOVE YOU MORE!! :)))

-omg yuji ur so dumb i love you

-not nice :(

-LOL

(he totally didn't ask Megumi)

-plus, he ALWAYS texts back IMMEDIATELY even if its like 3am, he has a special notification sound for you so he will always wake up and answer you! Never misses a call or text, even if he's on missions, so if he does miss one... maybe you should find him and see if he needs help.

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-ALWAYS LISTENS! No matter what kind of person you are, listener, or yapper like him, you are a perfect match! He talks.. A LOT. so if you like to just listen, he has you covered! he will always talk your ear off. And if your a yapper like him? EVEN MORE PERFECT! because that means you can talk each others ears off and never run out of conversation! HE loves to talk, he could literally make a career out of it, but if you ever need a person to just listen while you talk, he loves it too! he loves you, and loves your voice, so he is 100% paying attention.

-CUDDLES! Don't get me wrong, when you guys are first starting off in the relationship.. its gonna be a little awkward from both of the shy parties. Even then, though, he always wants to be with you, next to you, listening to you, 24/7. Whatever it is, if it involves you, sign him up! So, the second you both get more comfortable with each other, you wont be able to keep him off of you! a just loves hugging you, and he loves receiving your kisses.

-KISSES! YES! he LOVES your kisses. Anything and everything he does is in hope you will reward him with a kiss. he doesn't even care where! forehead, cheek, nose, hand , neck? if its on his body, it wants kisses!

-HUGS! i'm telling you, one of this guys hugs would HEAL ME. i just know he hugs GOOD. His hugs are the kind that are just the right amount of tight that they give you all of the comfort you need. Sometimes, if he's on a mission for a long time, he will hug you super duper tight and twirl you around, as if it was one of the Disney princess scenes!

-NEVER FORGETS! Yes, Yuji is kind of klutz, he can forget things and is extremely clumsy, at times. but best believe he will never forget ANYTHING when it comes to you. I'm not even talking about the big stuff like birthdays or anniversaries. I'm talking about stuff you mentioned you liked ONCE. if you mentioned your favorite snack in passing, he will 100% remember it and buy you it every chance he gets! and if you happened to mention your favorite color or animal? Anything he sees of it, like a keychain, he buys!

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"-oh yeah, there's this cafe i've been meaning to try! it looks so good, i heard they have the best iced coffee in the city! i LOVE iced coffee!"

Yuji will then rush to the store later, to buy all supplies he needs to make you the perfect iced coffee every morning to surprise you with before class!

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-SEES YOU IN EVERYTHING! Because he remembers every little thing about you, if he sees a plushie, or keychain, sticker, etc., that happens to have a little something that you mentioned you liked, he always thinks of you! A certain flower that happens to be your favorite color? Well obviously it remind him of you, not just because of the color, but because of its magical beauty!

-ACTS OF SERVICE! He just loves doing things from you, even if he doesn't get anything out of it for himself. It doesn't matter how big or small it is either, he will do it! Things like going to the store if you ran out of something, cleaning up little messes he sees in your room, carries bags, opens doors, gives you his hoodies...Literally anything and everything!

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You finished your makeup, leaving a complete mess of different pallets, lipsticks, eyeshadows, brushes etc. all over your vanity. not to mention the pile of clothes that were thrown to the floor when you struggled to find the right outfit. you decided you didn't have enough time to fix it all now, so it'd have to wait for later.

Fast forward a few hours later, after you finished hanging out with Nobara. You walked into your room, shopping bags in hand, only to find your boyfriend, Yuji, sitting on your freshly made bed, next to a clean vanity, and swept floors. When you check in the closet and the drawers of your vanity, you find out that Yuji paid so much attention, that he had arranged and organized every piece of clothing, and makeup product, just like you do.<3

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-ALWAYS ON TOP OF YOU! Every time he sees you, he will almost always, 100%, walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and place basically all of his body weight on top of you. There is no doubt this man is heavy AF, so he only does it for a second, but sometimes he does it out in public. He LOVES PDA.(only if ur comfy with it tho :D) He will straight up be basically right on top of you when you walk. :P

-LOVES TIKTOK! Literally, he LOVES it. HE practically sends you his entire For You page, and every single funny video that winds up on it. Make sure you respond to each one though, because he gets a little grumpy when you don't. He likes thinking he made you laugh. :) He also LOVES doing Tik Tok trends with you. Challenges, Dances, Pranks, etc. He has soo many videos, and he honestly has a pretty good following!

-LOVES TAKING PICS! On the previous note, he LOVES to take Pictures and videos of you. His entire camera roll is filled of you! It can be embarrassing at times, because there is some on there that you didn't he took/ you didn't prepare for.. But he swears up and down that those little impromptu videos and photos are the best ones of you!

-TALKS ABOUT YOU! He always is finding ways to work you into every single conversation he has with others! Nobara and Megumi are so annoyed with him because he can't stop talking about you. Some one mentions wanting a show to watch? "You should watch this one! It's my girlfriend's favorite show so it must be amazing!" Or if somebody mentions your favorite cafe? "Oh you should get this! My girlfriend always orders it." Some people think that he is either 1) so totally in love (he is) or 2) always under watch and is forced to mention you, because you're so jealous. I guess he just loves you so much.

-HANDS! If playing with your hands or sleeves was a sport, he would be an Olympian! If you're in class, you have to give him your hand to play and fidget with, otherwise he can't focus. If you're a sorcerer like him, he is always running his thumb over the scars in your hands, adoring the subtle difference of the scarred and normal skin. Plus, he loves it when you play with his hands! He will always give you his hand for you to draw on, he even encourages it! He will protect those drawings with his LIFE. He will do his total best to try and wash around them, as to not fade or smudge them.

-TEST SUBJECT! You will always see Yuji looking at you, intrigued, when you do your skincare and makeup. One day, you happen to mention being 'sad' that Nobara wouldn't let you put makeup on her.. and obviously, he can't stand having you 'sad'. So he excitedly volunteers! Whenever you want to do makeup, he will sit as still as possible while you push his fluffy Kirby hair back with a headband. And when you do skincare, he patiently waits for you to finish doing the step on your face, before you turn to do the same on his. He looks a little silly, but he loves the feeling of your gentle fingers applying moisturizer on his face, rubbing it in his skin. And he LOVES the ticklish feeling of the brush when you add contour!

-ADOPTS MANNERISMS! If you speak a certain way, say certain things, or have little quirks. He will 100% adopt these mannerisms as his own! At first, he does it so you have more in common, but at some point it becomes subconscious! Like, if you are brain rotted, he will always play along and joke around with you too! If it's brain rot, he will totally act like a parent trying to be "hip" with the kids at first, but he gets it eventually. If it's something like tapping/chewing your pencil when you think in class, he'll adopt that too(pretty sure he already chews his pencils tho)

- if you have a morning routine you mention to him, he'll be the kind of person to try it out once, just to see for himself how it feels.. but then he'll do it a bunch more times and it eventually becomes his own! Like if you're a sorcerer, you have to stay fit, so when you wake up you do a little yoga, then make coffee.. then take a shower and get dressed..etc. so He'll do the same, just changing out the yoga part for doing some simple exercises with weights.

-SHOPPING! OMG he LOVES going shopping with you. Especially clothes shopping. He loves sitting and waiting outside your dressing room, a pile of clothes and bags sitting next to him, waiting for you to come out and AMAZE him with your next look. It NEVER gets old for him. He is your personal hype man. You would think you paid him! He will always volunteer to go shopping with you and Nobara. And he is always up for going to your dorm, and watching you try on stuff you ordered online too! He calls it his own personal fashion show, and model :) he really loves it when you try on bathing suits! He's always so stunned and amazed by how beautiful you are.

A/N- super sad bc this was a teensy bit longer (only like 3 more tbh) but tumblr didnt save and i lost them :( Anyways!! likes and reblogs appreciated! requests are open!

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[rekino2114]

Ya know, I absolutely loved that Blue lock prompt with Fem Sae and fem Rin with Sae cheating and breaking up with male reader. So how about a part 2.

In the U-20 game, M.reader is actually one of the people initially on the bench and is a substitute. And like the other substitutes, he's a trump player. The reason is that ego noticed that Y/N Ego notices something that m.reader has been playing soccer in a way that doesn't suite his body he's been playing like a power type basically when In fact, Y/N is like Loki and chigiri in that he's insanely fast, but unlike them, it doesn't seem to actively use it or is aware of it since it's sporadic. So, of course, Ego, being who he is, points it out to him and has him train based around it. So when Y/N starts on the field, almost everyone doesn't think he's gonna matter as much compared to people like Barou, hiori, and Reo, especially sae. That is until he takes off and displays Loki levels of speed, shocking all the players and audience.

Blue lock eleven vs u-20 Japan part 1

Pairing:fem!rin itoshi x male reader

A/n:I know two blue lock posts in a row but I genuinely like this au (from now on its gonna become a series) and especially this request (thanks so much for requesting it) so much I just had to do it also I've just been itching to write in the style of an actual blue lock match for a while so this is my opportunity.

Like I said before this will be a series and part 2 of the u-20 match will come out in a couple of days probably next week and then I already have so many ideas for the bastard münchen vs pxg match with y/n so let me know if you have any more ideas for that or anything else.

This is a part 2 to this post

It pained you that you didn't get chosen as a player in the starting formation for the blue lock 11, after all your only objective was to destroy sae, but rin was quick to comfort you about it telling you that you would definitely get subbed in and that ego was wrong for not putting you in from the start when you were literally number 2 in the second selected with her.

"I will fight sae until you come in and then we can destroy her together"

".....thank you"

Your special training was a lot harsher than what you usually went through running around for what felt like hours, your legs were burning and hurting every time but you endured it because you needed to be strong enough to achieve your goal:destroy and beat the girl who broke your heart.

During the match you watched closely from the bench, you felt immense happiness when nagi scored first but that happiness quickly went away when sae scored shortly after. Almost as if to cheer you up specifically, your girlfriend was the next one to score, so you obviously cheered incredibly loudly when it happened, rin simply gave you a nod when she saw you waving, a sign that this was just the first thing she was going to do.

The situation was dire in the second half, shidou had just entered and scored basically immediately after, and if things couldn't get worse, chigiri and niko got injured so ego decided to bring in subs, hiori, reo and....

"Y/n l/n you're up"

"H-huh?"

"We need someone with chigiri's abilities, I think you know what I'm talking about"

"Of course"

"Good, now go and win"

"..........yes"

You high fived chigiri and entered the field, your eyes darting between sae and rin's confused expressions. You knew they were both thinking the same thing

'Y/n as a left wing? Wouldn't it have made more sense to put him as a defender?'

You scowled and got into position, rin coming near you in the meantime

"Are you OK y/n?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Rin didn't say anything her eyes just went to her sister on the other side of the field

"Don't worry, I'm OK besides......."

You raised your head completely revealing your eyes glowing your favorite color

"Getting revenge on sae is why I'm here"

The game restarted with hiori passing it to isagi, who tried to shoot only to be blocked by aiku, eventually the ball made it to sae

"....tch, from the start?"

You tried to run up to her to stop her pass but something was weird, it looked like sae was waiting for you as she didn't pass even when she had ample time to before you arrived

"I'm here shitty ex"

".............tell me"

Sae's moved the ball around her making it difficult for you to follow it

"How long will it take you to realize"

Just when you tried to steal the ball sae passed it between your legs nutmegging you

"That you're just dragging my sister to an even lower lever that she already is"

"S-shit!"

Sae managed to get past you and pass it to shidou but reo blocked it just in time.

During the time it took for you to fully realize what sae had said shidou had already scored again, this time with an amazing bicycle kick that signified him entering the flow, you couldn't help but notice how much he was touching and flirting with sae, it pissed you off so much.

When the game restarted, you tried to move, but it felt like your legs were blocked by thousands of demonic hands coming from the ground, you got lost in your own thoughts as you watched rin and sae

"......sae.....am I still not strong enough to defeat you? Am I still so boring to you? Is that why you broke my heart?.....are you right about rin?"

Your gaze fully locked in on your girlfriend, fully concentrated on the game.

"Rin.....am I dragging you down?....am I nothing but a weight to you?...no it can't be you love me......right? You love me and will never abandon me that's what you told me......but if I really am dragging you down.....then I don't deserve your love"

You held your hand out in the position where rin was as tears started forming in your eyes

"Rin.......please don't leave me behind, you gave me a reason to live.....I don't think I could keep living without you....please don't leave me like this"

You breathing got quicker as scenes from you and rin's childhood and time together flashed in your mind.

"...........what the hell am I saying?"

You raised your head, your eyes glowing even brighter and your aura form emitting from you

"Am I seriously asking rin to not leave me behind? She already has done so much for me.......the least I can do....is repair her love and trust"

You started running incredibly fast the hands tearing off from your legs

"If I have to get revenge on sae and help rin then I'll need to evolve right here and now.......for rin"

You accelerated even more quickly, making your way to the other side of the field surprising every one.

"Woooohh didn't know he could do that"

"......y/n....."

"Since when was he this fast? He might even be faster than chigiri"

You stopped for a bit and looked backwards towards hiori who currently had the ball

".....pass it"

"......ok...."

The blue haired guy did a long pass to an empty area near the goalpost

"He missed?"

"Great we can get the-"

"No look!"

With a single step you jumped forward and trapped the ball with your other leg

"This is the true me!"

You tried to shoot but got blocked by aiku who sent the ball out of the field

"Looks like I'll have to keep an eye on you too new guy"

"Tch!"

Meanwhile, on the bench, everyone stood wide-eyed at your display of speed, especially anri, who immediately asked ego for explanations

"W-what the? He wasn't this fast in blue lock"

".....so he as finally awakened"

"Y-YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?!"

"Obviously"

"Then why didn't he show this before?"

".....the desire to help someone he loves and to crush someone he hates....these along with the pressure of the match were the factors that caused y/n's awakening"

He started staring at you, more specifically at your determined expression and glowing eyes

"Now let's see how far he can go"

The match restarted with the u-20 team having the ball, but they quickly lost it when yukimiya started dribbling past everyone. You saw this and swiftly went to the other side making your way to the penalty area

"I need to score, I'll use everything I can to score, even other people!"

When yukimiya shot you jumped and tried to shot the ball already in the air

"I'll deviate the gyro shot's trajectory so that the keeper can't reach it....and steal this goal for myself"

Just when you were about to shoot aiku appeared out of nowhere and headed the ball above you

"WHAT!? YOU AGAIN?"

You fell and wiped your face

"How the heck did he read me and yukimiya?.....he gambled everything on this spot"

You and isagi thought the same thing at the same time

"He entered the flow too?"

"Second ball!"

The ball made its way to rin who thanked you with her eyes but it immediately got stolen from her by aiku who threw it to sae

"Shit! Not her!"

Your ex passed to shidou, who shot but got blocked by gagamaru, reo then passed it to the other side of the field, copying nagi's previous goal and giving the ball to him.

"Time to counter the counter"

You quickly changed directions and advanced to the penalty area once again

"I can feel it. This is when I'll score. What's the best position, though?"

You saw that rin had the ball, you two locked eyes and understood each other immediately

"While everyone is distracted by isagi and rin"

You blasted through the u-20 defense with no one being able to mark you for long

"I'll make my way to everyone's blind spot alone!......now I just need to wait for the pass. Who will it come from?"

"Perfect, y/n is in position"

Rin passed it to karasu who did the same to nagi

"What a tough spot"

"I see it, this is it! The only thing nagi can do right now"

He tapped the ball with his heel and passed to a position near your

"Is pass to me!.....thanks rin"

"This is yours, score y/n"

"I won't disappoint you'

You watched the ball spin in the air towards you

"I'll shoot it directly, just like isagi"

"This is my go-"

"Impressive"

You turned your head to see sae staring directly at you and blocking your shot path

"I guess you have improved a bit.... but you're still just as lukewarm as rin"

"............WHA-WHAT THE FUCK! Since when was sae here.......did she read me so well even after my awakenings......I can't shoot with her in front of me................am I still...not enough to beat her?"

You started sinking into despair again the demon hands emerging from the ground to cover your entire body

"Y/N LOOK AT ME!"

You opened your eyes and saw rin at your right looking at you

".........rin.......rin......RIN!"

The view of your girlfriend filled you back with hope, you wanted to crush sae and you weren't going to give up that easily

"Shut up sae! The one who's lukewarm...."

You suddenly stopped and turned 180° degrees the ball was still moving but now you were in a position where it would go directly to your right

".....what does he want to do?"

You crossed your legs and waited

"He put his left foot forward...does he want to pass to rin?.......then I'll intercep-"

Sae took too long to realize what you truly wanted to do so you smirked and looked at her

"IS YOU!"

You shot the ball with the side of your right foot who you crossed behind your left one

"Direct rabona shot!"

The ball went into the back of the net, and when you saw it, you smirked even wider

Goooooooaaaaal!!!!!!

3 3

Blue lock U-20

Eleven Japan

You immediately went to rin and hugged her, even if blushing she reciprocated, unlike she did to isagi earlier

"Thank you rin"

"I didn't do anything"

"No just seeing you there awakened something in me, I want to crush sae because of you too

".......thanks"

"Oh and I'm sorry for not passing"

"You seriously think I'm mad at you for scoring?"

"Well no but-"

"You defeated sae and scored an amazing goal.......I couldn't be prouder of you"

"....thank you really"

You two high fived and made your way to your positions

"I just equalized thought, I'll do anything to leave the last goal to you"

".......no if there's a possibility for you to score then I'll pass it no matter what"

"Well then I guess we'll just have to leave it to luck then"

"......yes"

As you and rin walked through the field you saw sae staring at you, just to prove a point your girlfriend kissed your cheek and glared hard at her sister while whispering something

"This is just the start you shitty excuse for a sister....me and y/n will destroy you completely"

(Cause I wanted to do something cute too)

[Rin is standing in her lonely room in the top 6 dorms]

Rin:............hey ego

[A screen appears with him on it]

Ego:what is it rin itoshi?

Rin:I'm gonna bring y/n into my room

Ego:.........what?

Rin:you heard me

Ego:he's not a top 6

Rin:do I look like I care? I just wanted to warn you

[Before he can answer rin walks out and goes into the cafeteria where she sees you talking with bachira and isagi]

Y/n:oh hi rin

Rin:.....come with me

Y/n:e-eh? Sure

[She grabs your hand and leads you to her room]

Y/n:so why did you bring me here?

Rin:.......it's lonely without you

Y/n:really?

[She just blushes and nods]

Y/n:well that's no problem, I can stay with you

Rin:thanks

Y/n:.....but there’s only one bed

Rin:i-i don't mind

Y/n:Great then

[You hug each other and fall on the bed as you start to cuddle]

[wandassweetheart]

hiii!

i love your aesthetics so much & i'd like to request a wanda x reader fic, something like wanda comforting reader after they cut off their toxic parents.

sending lots & lots of love!

-🧸

IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY

pairing - wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warning! - toxic parents, reader has pretty negative thoughts, reader is showing signs of depression, mentions of homophobia

a/n - hi hi 🧸!! so so glad you requested wanda! sorry that this is so short!! the topics in this are pretty rough don’t be afraid to reach out about anything or anyone hurting you. love you guys lots 💗

more information on abuse and how to get help: https://www.victimsupport.org.uk/crime-info/types-crime/domestic-abuse/recognising-signs-domestic-abuse/

it had been a couple of days since you’d completely cut your parents from your life, and you were happy, happier than you could ever be. still somehow, you couldn't escape the gnawing feeling in your chest that ate at you. a part of your heart felt like it was missing, the part that yearned for family, the part that begged for the acceptance of a mother or father. of course, you knew that you'd probably never have that again —and maybe it was for the best, but you also couldn't help but let the ache linger.

your mind was filled with the words you'd been dismissed with. if you'd told seven year old you that your parents had called you every homophobic slur in the dictionary, she'd definitely not believe you. and it's not like your parents even tried to fix your relationship, which really broke you, and wanda had started noticing too. your extended sleep hours, you'd stay in bed longer, ate less and your hygiene wasn't up to standard. wanda wasn't sure on what to do to help you; her parents had been gone since she was a child. she learnt to deal with it and was used to it so she couldn't even imagine how you felt even if she'd had a slight idea.

one particular night, you were feeling horrible, your mind wouldn't leave you alone. it just kept attacking you with thoughts, lying to you, saying that maybe your parents were right. maybe, just maybe, you were a disgusting person who needed to find yourself and get with with a man; it would make the world better and cleaner. wouldn't it? you tried so hard to tell yourself that they were wrong and they were toxic; all they were doing was plaguing your thoughts with destructive ideals. you sat on the couch in the living room you and wanda shared, staring at the wall opposite to you, completely zoned out.

wanda sat on the loveseat next to the window sipping a mug of tea and reading a book. she looked up for a moment to check on you, wondering what you were up to since you'd been quiet for a while.

"sweetheart?" she called out. you were quiet, still zoned out. "sweetheart?" she called out again, a little louder this time, you finally broke out of your trance and looked up clearing your throat, "hm?" you said with a little hum, turning to her with heavy eyes. "what's wrong? you've been staring at the wall for nearly ten minutes. i'm sure a wall can't be that interesting?" she observes you with worrying eyes. "i'm fine," you reply with a hint of aggression that came out of instinct. she frowns a little, clearly knowing something is up.

"i'm a telepath remember? i know something is wrong, talk to me baby. please?" she moves closer to you taking a seat and soft pulling you closer to her. that was your last straw and you finally broke down. wanda expected this to happen and could only embrace you into a loving hug. "you're okay," she affirms, whilst all you could do was sob in her chest. what did you do to not deserve your parents love? all you wanted was to feel accepted. wanda ran her fingers through your hair as you let out soft hiccups and shuddery deep breaths whilst you leaned into her.

"i've got you. let it all out," she murmured again. "i love you so so so much, don't ever forget that. i know it's hard but you have me." her lips reach the top of your head spreading light kisses in your hair. "it's going to be okay." she reminds you one more time.

[melancholic-pigeon]

Okay this is the *actual* last comment, for real, but I just found out Spider is now smearing me as a convert and accusing me of being involved with drama I was not involved with because he mistakenly attributed my apologies for his public temper tantrum as being about something unrelated.

THIS IS A FALSE ACCUSATION and I do not appreciate having yet another bit of fake malicious intent falsely ascribed to my actions and* attributing a completely unrelated attack to me.

Also, it's very sad and disappointing whenever a Jew gets mad at a convert because something else is going on in the Jew's life and the convert happens to be in the splash zone and the Jew falls over backwards to smear the convert and invalidate her faith.

Just....the childish aggression is making me so, so sad and disappointed, from someone I used to think very highly of, who is now lying about me and publicly smearing me with false accusations based on a conflict he started because he misinterpreted something I said and I went out of my way to give him the benefit of the doubt when trying to clear up the mistake HE MADE that led him to decide bullying and attacking me for three fucking days was appropriate and okay and that I'm the bad guy for saying it's wildly unprofessional to behave like this in public to a former customer face.

Sorry, but facts, reality, linear time and the truth of what I actually said and did are on my side here, and I will not stand for being smeared and attacked and shat all over because I had the gall to try to kindly resolve his uncalled for, unjustified temper tantrum.

I am also not sorry that I left a side note in the tags that it was also unacceptable for HIM to drag his daughter into a stupid internet slapfight based on his own reading comprehension failure. Because it was and is unacceptable, and she needs to hear that message from someone.

End of story. Keep digging that hole as long as you like, Spider. It's not helping your case and is continuing to make you look progressively worse and more unreasonable, and the only person you have to blame is yourself.

*revised for clarity

[blimbo-buddy]

Oh also going on about the california stuff, as much as I genuinely have the most mixed feelings about california, a part of me gets really worried that one day I'm gonna run into someone on here whose post bashing it has weirdly racist undertones towards latinos

[gender-euphowrya]

had a trans meetup today and a mom who recently learned her kid was trans and was clearly in distress about it came to ask for advice and all and ough my heart

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

customer expresses anxiety or uncertainty about something they're doing or something to do with my work and I'm immediately like you're adopted. I'm adopting you. Too late. You're under my wing now. I'm going to walk with you every step of the way. You cannot get rid of me. We're going to do this together.

[ms-demeanor]

Do you have thoughts about the changes to Firefox's Terms of Use and Privacy Notice? A lot of people seem to be freaking out ("This is like when google removed 'Don't be evil!'"), but it seems to me like just another case of people getting confused by legalese.

Yeah you got it in one.

I've been trying not to get too fighty about it so thank you for giving me the excuse to talk about it neutrally and not while arguing with someone.

Firefox sits in such an awful place when it comes to how people who understand technology at varying levels interact with it.

On one very extreme end you've got people who are pissed that Firefox won't let you install known malicious extensions because that's too controlling of the user experience; these are also the people who tend to say that firefox might as well be spyware because they are paid by google to have google as the default search engine for the browser.

In the middle you've got a bunch of people who know a little bit about technology - enough to know that they should be suspicious of it - but who are only passingly familiar with stuff like "internet protocols" and "security certificates" and "legal liability" who see every change that isn't explicitly about data anonymization as a threat that needs to be killed with fire. These are the people who tend not to know that you can change the data collection settings in Firefox.

And on the other extreme you've got people who are pretty sure that firefox is a witch and that you're going to get a virus if you download a browser that isn't chrome so they won't touch Firefox with a ten foot pole.

And it's just kind of exhausting. It reminds me of when you've got people who get more mad at queer creators for inelegantly supporting a cause than they are at blatant homophobes. Like, yeah, you focus on the people whose minds you can change, and Firefox is certainly more responsive to user feedback than Chrome, but also getting you to legally agree that you won't sue Firefox for temporarily storing a photo you're uploading isn't a sign that Firefox sold out and is collecting all your data to feed to whichever LLM is currently supposed to be pouring the most bottles of water into landfills before pissing in the plastic bottle and putting the plastic bottle full of urine in the landfill.

The post I keep seeing (and it's not one post, i've seen this in youtube comment sections and on discord and on tumblr) is:

Well-meaning person who has gotten the wrong end of the stick: This is it, go switch to sanguinetapir now, firefox has gone to the dark side and is selling your data. [Link to *an internet comment section* and/or redditor reactions as evidence of wrongdoing].

Response: I think you may be misreading the statements here, there's been an update about this and everything.

Well-meaning (and deeply annoying) person who has gotten the wrong end of the stick: If you'd read the link you'd see that actually no I didn't misinterpret this, as evidenced by the dozens of commenters on this other site who are misinterpreting the ToU the same way that I am, but more snarkily.

Bud.

Anyway the consensus from the actual security nerds is "jesus fucking christ we carry GPS locators in our pockets all goddamned day and there are cameras everywhere and there is a long-lasting global push to erode the right to encrypt your data and facebook is creating tracking accounts for people who don't even have a facebook and they are giving data about abortion travel to the goddamned police state" and they could not be reached for comment about whether Firefox is bad now, actually, because they collect anonymized data about the people who use pocket.

My response is that there is a simple fix for all of this and it is to walk into the sea.

(I am not worried about the updated firefox ToU, I personally have a fair amount of data collection enabled on my browser because I do actually want crash reports to go to firefox when my browser crashes; however i'm not actually all that worried about firefox collecting, like, ad data on me because I haven't seen an ad in ten years and if one popped up on my browser i'd smash my screen with a stand mixer - I don't care about location data either because turning on location on your devices is for suckers but also *the way the internet works means unless you're using a traffic anonymizer at all times your browser/isp/websites you connect to/vpn/what fucking ever know where you are because of the IP address that they *have* to be able to see to deliver the internet to you and that is, generally speaking, logged as a matter of course by the systems that interact with it*)

Anyway if you're worried about firefox collecting your data you should ABSOLUTELY NOT BE ON DISCORD OR YOUTUBE and if you are on either of those things you should 100% be using them in a browser instead of an app and i don't particularly care if that browser is firefox or tonsilferret but it should be one with an extension that allows you to choose what data gets shared with the sites it interacts with.

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[alexanderwales]

"I don't think I could have the relationship with you that you have with me," she said. She was very casual about it, and I was immediately on the defensive.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

She put the book she'd been reading down. "It's just, the way you've described it, and the vibe that I get, I don't think I could do it how you do it."

"I still don't know what that means," I said.

"You're always doing this like ... micro calculation thing," she said. "You weigh your words. You try to time things. You have never once called me up while I was at work, or asked me for something when it was inconvenient for me, and you check and double check that you're not being a nuisance."

"And ... that's bad?" I asked.

"No, I love that about you," she said. "It's very kind and considerate. I know that if I tell you I'm not in the mood to hang out, you'll apologize and not push it. If you suggest that we get pizza and I say I'd rather have Korean BBQ, you fold instantly and we get Korean BBQ. I like that. I get the things I want. But it seems like an exhausting way to deal with people."

"I want you to be happy," I said with a small voice.

"I am happy," she replied. "You're great. You remember when we first got together I was like 'hey, look, if you want pizza, we can get pizza, it's just not what I'm in the mood for', and you kept insisting that you didn't care, that you would rather have me follow my needs? And I just thought, 'you know, maybe I should just trust that's what they actually feel'. And it is, as far as I can tell. There's not some secret part of you that wants me to break your way."

"You think I'm ... a simpering coward?" I asked. Even as I said it, it felt too accusatory, the wrong thing to say in the situation.

"Whoa, no, not at all," she laughed. "I think you do all that stuff because ... I don't know, you want to? Because otherwise why would you do it? It's how you are with every aspect of your life, you're a tryhard. I mean you said to me that you wanted to reclaim the term. Your relationship with me is that you're a tryhard (affectionate)."

"And you're ... not?" I asked.

"I'm not that way with anyone," she replied. "You know why I hang out with you so much? It's 'cause I like you. Most days, I am very much in the mood for you, and if you ask for a meetup, I'll say yes, and if you don't ask for one, then I'll ask you first. And for you ..."

"What?" I asked.

"It's like ... you're keeping track," she said. "You want to make sure that you're not sending me more messages than I'm sending you. You're balancing social micro stuff that I don't pay attention to. You're consciously monitoring how much each of us has said and making sure it's the right number of words or whatever."

"It's really not about the number of words," I replied. "It's more ... making sure that social and emotional labor is equitable, that there's a good rhythm to the conversation. I don't think you'd get good results by tracking word count."

"But see, I don't do any of that," she said. "I talk because I feel like talking. I listen when you need to vent because I like you and it feels good to give you an outlet. I mean you are undoubtedly putting in a bunch of work, and for me, there's no work. That's all I meant, really."

"You've thought about it," I said.

"Oh, I'm just reading this book, and there are two characters like us in it, and I was like 'yes, exactly', and then 'that would not work for me'." She shrugged.

"And if I stopped 'putting in the work'?" I asked. "Would we still be ... friends?"

"See, I don't know," she said. "Because that's never who you've been. You're asking me if I would still be friends with you if you changed your personality and how we interact with each other. Maybe? Probably? Who knows? Maybe we'd be better friends somehow. Maybe we're just two basically compatible people, and every time you've ever worried about anything it would actually have been completely fine."

"Or maybe it's load-bearing," I said.

"Maybe!" she replied with a smile that slowly faded. "You okay?"

"I'm thinking," I said. I didn't know if I could verbalize what I was thinking in a way that would be palatable.

"Do you not like being this way with me?" she asked. "Because I have never asked you to. I've made my preferences known, but if you've been bending yourself into knots and feeling a burden, then ..."

"No," I said, because I knew it was what she wanted to hear. "No, I like the way things are between us."

"Good," she smiled. "I do too."

[phantomrose96]

Tumblr can never be my main means of engaging in politics and it comes down almost entirely to Tumblr's pathological need to distill The Right Opinion:tm: from any complicated issue.

It's always the most important thing. Not because it helps solve the issue or helps the people impacted, but because The Right Opinion:tm: is a proxy for you, morally, as a person. And every issue needs to be broken into the language that sets the stances of Make You Good or Make You Bad.

And I don't mean this in any generic statement about echo chambers or virtue signaling. Those are separate but related concepts. What I'm talking about is how people are nervous about a topic until one doctrine is crafted which defines the Sports Team Color of our Sports Team, so we can be identified as being on the Us Sports Team, and absolutely not on the Them Sports Team. Because this issue is actually about you and the proxy for you as a person and how people should perceive you so, really, the sooner we figure out the Home Sports Team Colors the sooner you can stop feeling worried.

The moment something new happens is usually the first and last time you'll actually see a range of opinions on it. And some of that is fueled by misinformation! Some in bad faith! When dust settles and clarity is achieved, this helps combat those things, but it's also the moment when the Loudest and most Articulate voices craft the Zeitgeist Opinion and everyone comes to roost around it.

You get people on this site pissed off at AI models that can diagnose cancer from a research paper in 2019 because The Right Opinion is that AI is bad. If you even see a post trying to articulate good uses of AI, well that's someone wearing Packers colors at a Vikings home game, and if you wanna make a point in the "wrong" direction you better be damn articulate about it.

A well-defined set of actions are transphobic. Another set are actually not transphobic, and you'd be transphobic for thinking so. Are you trans and actually your lived experiences differ? Get articulate real fast or shut up. You might be able to eek an exception for yourself, but it's going to require a 10-paragraph post justifying your claim. If you're REALLY good at it though, you might be able to rewrite the Zeitgeist and now anyone who disagrees with you is transphobic. Teams switch uniform styles every now and then, after all.

And it's such a farce because so often it's not actually about the topic at hand. It's about why you should be allowed to be perceived as a good person while toeing outside the fringes of The Right Opinion, why you aren't actually quitting the faith or committing blasphemy or deserving of exile for going off the written word. Or if someone really IS trying to make it about the topic at hand, the ensuing slapfight in the comments needs to be about whether OP has sinned against the covenant.

It's not helpful.

[atrwriting]

thinking about logan only being soft with you.

when you first met him, you didn't think there was a soft bone in that man's body. all broken glass and rough edges, forced to tip-toe around trauma that you couldn't see and he wouldn't talk about. he was like that with everyone, though - and that's what you tried to tell yourself when it bothered you when he didn't return a hello, a smile, a wave...

until he did.

it was at night, after a long day. the rest of the crew that day was asleep and had been for hours. you sat in the kitchen - staring at nothing, and thinking about nothing - with a glass of whisky in hand. you weren't supposed to have it, especially not where the students could access it - but after a day like today? you figured it could slide.

logan had ventured in not too long after, much to your surprise. you didn't know he had trouble sleeping, even though you probably should've. you don't have rage like that without chasing ghosts everyday. he ignored your presence (no surprise there), and went straight for the fridge.

he usually ignores greetings, but would he ignore whisky?

"want something stronger?" you asked with his back turned to you.

he stayed still and silent for a moment, then cocked the side of his head over your shoulder.

when he brought over his own glass, you filled it with three fingers worth. you didn't want to bother him with small talk, especially after he had pounded his glass and you refilled it. he wasn't in much of a mood to talk, and you weren't in much of a mood for him to glare at you if you asked the wrong question. the silence wasn't the slightest bit comfortable, but you both had too many ghosts behind your eyes it seemed t see what the other had to share.

when you finished your glass, you slid the bottle towards him. "i'm heading to bed. finish it, if you want - or lock it up when you're done."

he only nodded in response, the day's exhaustion weighing heavy in his eyes.

after you had retreated back to your room, a few minutes or so had passed before you heard a knocking at your door. you were wearing your pajamas - shorts and a tiny sweatshirt - but at this hour? you were only worried if a student was hurt or needed help.

to your relief - and dismay - logan appeared when you opened the door.

"returning this," logan grunted, handing you the bottle.

"thanks," you spoke.

he stood there for a few moments after he nodded, silent, and you weren't sure why. maybe it was the whisky, maybe it was the lack of sleep... you weren't sure. in your case, it was both - and both were the reasons you asked, "do you... want to come in?"

he kept his brow lowered, but his gaze flicked up to meet yours. you barely interacted with him... you didn't know what he was thinking, and you figured he couldn't tell what you were thinking.

"it's hard sleeping alone," you admitted, holding his gaze.

his jaw tightened as he slowly nodded, understanding greeting his features. he followed you into your room, shutting the door behind you. he stripped himself down to his boxers and white tank top, and you tried not to stare. he was so damn handsome, but you couldn't make this weird. you just couldn't. sometimes talking didn't do anything, especially not when two broken people just want to be held.

when you both slipped beneath the sheets, your back turned to him, you pulled the sheets over the both of you. he settled in behind you, wrapping a strong arm around your midsection, tugging you up and against his strong chest. your ass rested on his thick thighs, and all you could feel was heat. not the heat that a space heater, blanket, or shower provided - but real heat. the kind that cured loneliness when you're not sure who you're missing. the kind that doesn't make the bed feel so big and empty when you have to get through the next day. the kind that makes you forget about every single fucking ghost you struggled to forget and remember at the same time...

and when he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, the feeling of his soft breaths sent shivers up and down every nerve ending. it was okay. everything was okay. you could feel it - it was tangible, and nothing and no one could take that away from you. bumps rose on every inch of your skin, but you welcomed the foreign feeling. your heart was blooming with adrenaline and excitement, but the exhaustion and the comfort was stronger. for the first time in what felt like forever - there was peace, and you almost couldn't believe it came in the form of the least peaceful man you had ever had the pleasure and displeasure of becoming acquainted with.

you rested your arm on top of his as you scooted back into him, letting your eyes drift closed. "goodnight, logan."

he pulled you closer. "goodnight, darlin'."

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"goodnight moon" lolololololool -L xoxox

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

You belong to me

Paring: upper ranks + Muzan x Fem!reader

Synopsis: In different pov's, their jealously turn them a bit crazy

Content: possessiveness, jealousy, hinted smut, choking, fave grabbing, slight blood play, demon reader in Akaza, Nakime and kokushibo's part, kidnapping on Douma and Muzan's part, escape attempt, Muzan grabs you by the neck like that one guy in 365 days lol, arranged marriage theme on Muzans part

A/n: yall know that song by the weeknd? had to write some possessive jealous shit based on that song with some demons! WHAAAA I NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!🥴might do one with the hashira next🤭

Akaza

Akaza is known to not like his fellow upper ranks. You've seen it first hand when Muzan allowed you to attend an upper rank meeting since you became a demon by Akaza. He hated them all with a passion. Especially the ones ranked above him. With this knowledge, what in the hell possessed you to give any of them your attention?

Not just any upper rank, either. Douma in particular. In your defense, once Douma starts speaking, it's hard to shoo him off, especially given that you're much weaker than Douma is, so you play along to keep your reputation on a good note. You simply smile and nod at his nonsense. You knew Akaza wasn't going to step in since he'd rather run in the sunlight than talk to Douma if you were on your own.

How wrong you thought you were. Once Muzan actually left, Douma become more bold. Asking you personal questions, standing to close and even about to hold your hand, but before you could answer, you heard the sounds of blood splatter on the floor. Your eyes widened at how quick Douma's arm was severed.

"Oh, come now, lord Akaza. I was just joking-" "Shut up for once." Akaza snarled at douma in pure disgust. You wanted to say something, but you felt your feet leave the ground. Akaza had grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and walked away from Douma while holding you. It always amazed you just how fast he was, but you knew how mad he was. The anger was just raiding off Akaza.

Akaza made sure to be far away from the other upper ranks in the infinitely castle and walked into one of the many empty rooms. Akaza put you down, but then, he backed you up against the wall. You felt your back press flat with your hands on the wall as well, giving how close he was to you. "Lord Akaza, please don't read too much into it. Douma was just being an idiot. " You tried to explain, but Akaza wasn't having any of it.

Akaza raised his brow. "So you're defending him?" His voice rasped as he tilted his head to the side. "No.." Your tone softened and looked at Akaza, worried since that wasn't your intentions. "I don't think I've made myself clear enough if my actions haven't shown it already." Akaza said and brought his hand to your collar bone and rested it there for a moment.

"Demon's I hate don't get the right to talk to who belongs to me." Akaza's face comes closer to yours with his lips now inches away from yours. His hand moves from your collar bone, up to wrap around your throat. "And you entertain a demon like him. Even saying his name from these lips. His fucking, name" Akaza's jaw clenched, and his hand tightens kts grip on your throat.

"Aka..za" his name hitched in your throat. His grip was deadly. You could still breathe. However, Akaza's grip was firm. He wouldn't dare kill his precious demon. It was just a "light" punishment. However, he needed you to learn your lesson and to show your loyalty to him and him alone. "Say my name properly. Or is my strength too much for you to speak?" Akaza smirked.

"L-lord Akaza. Lord Akaza~" you say his mamw twice. The second time you say it, you let out a heavy gasp as akaza lossend his grip on your throat. "You belong to me. Understood?" Akaza asked, keeping that eye contact and tightening his hand around your throat if you dared to look away. You nod quickly, your eyes almost teary from the slight lack of oxygen, and you watch Akaza's lips curl into another smirk.

"Good girl." He chuckled and gave you a kiss.

Nakime

Your girlfriend, Nakime, had summoned you to the infinitely castle. It's her job to always summon the 12 kizuki at the request of Muzan. Naturally, you felt terrified but remained to have a calm once you were summoned. However, Muzan was nowhere to he seen. Just Nakime, sitting there, a level above, and you looked up at her in confusion.

"Pardon for speaking out of turn, but where is lord Muzan," you asked, assuming it was him who wanted to speak with you, but it turns out that wasn't the case. "It was I who summoned you." Nakime spoke, her tone a bit quiet yet blunt. You chuckled and cut the formal introduction since Muzan isn't here, and you can speak freely since it's just you and your girlfriend.

"You do know it's probably a bad idea to summon me since you're taking me away from my work. Search of the blue spider lily and all." You grinned at Nakime and palced your hand on your hip. "I was keeping an eye on you. One of upper 4's clones has gotten closer to you. Haven't he? " Nakima said. You detected slight irritation in her voice, mentioning one of Hantengu's clones, but instead of asking a question for a question, you always knew it was better to answer her first.

"Ah, Urogi, yes. I wouldn't say we are close. However, he's a fun demon to work with. He likes to have a bit of joy and humor on our search," you answered. It isn't abnormal for Nakime to use her blood demon art this way. Especially since she's on the lookout to find the ubuyashiki family in the demon slayer core. Still, you couldn't hide your smile knowing Nakime was most likely thinking about you and wanted to check in on you.

"I forbid you to speak to him. Your task is to look for the spider lily. Not entertain each other with humorous jokes and touching," Nakime said. Her words made your heart spot for a moment and knew exactly what she was talking about. Urogi has always been proud of his sharp talons and would often tease you with them, but on this mission, he wanted to take it up a notch and poked your cheek.

To you, it was a wholesome moment. Urogi was just teasing, nothing different he dosnt do to the others, but Nakima had to see that, and she was furious. Urogi only touched you once in a playful manner, and it was enough for her to use her blood demon art to summon her back to you in that very moment. "He was getting too close to you for my liking and being bold enough to do that. Especially bringing those filthy claws of his to touch my woman's pretty face."

During this entire time, her facial expression remained unchanged until now. You could see her lips form into a frown and even watched as her teeth clenched together in a snarl. She was jealous. "Urogi was just being playful. I wouldn't read too deep into it, love. Sekido is probably scoling Urogi right now for wasting time to focus on finding the blue spider lily." You reassure Nakima, but she wouldn't let it go.

"Come here." Nakime took her biwa off her lap and rested it gently beside her on the floor and motioned her finger for you to come sit in front of her. You did as Nakime asked and sat down in front of her. You wanted to explain further to find the right words to reassure Nakime, but before you could, her hand grabbed your face

You gasped. Your breathing became unsteady as you felt her firm grip, her four fingers on one cheek while the other had her thumb, or rather her nail, poking onto your skin. The same spot Urogi poked at. "I will not allow a man's to touch to linger on what belongs to me." Nakime's voice turned cold. "You belong to me." She said as her thumb nail pressed harder, breaking your skin until blood slowly pours out.

Your jaw opens, and you inhale a sharp breath with your eyes barely open as you feel the sting. You're a demon, so of course it'll heal, and Nakime didn't pierce too deep. It was her way of wanting to hear her words come out of your mouth. You kept your eyes on her and eventually spoke up. "I belong to you~" Your voice hitched as you felt nails nail pull away from your skin.

Nakime leaned in closer to lick the blood from your cheek and watched as your cut healed already. She kissed your cheek and then came closer to your ear and whispered, "That's right. You belong to me, beautiful." Nakime said. Her hand lets go of your face and then trails her sharp nails down your neck.

You shivered until her fingers reached your kimono, near your tits and Nakime smirked. "I should remind you of how a woman's touch feels. So you'll never let another man touch you again," Nakime said. You bit your lip softly, feeling the heat rise higher in your body and your thighs squeezing together more. "I want that," you said, and Nakime's smirk only grew.

"Open your thighs for me and lay back. I'll show you how good these fingers work other than playing a biwa"

Kokushibo

His brother has been dead for centuries. Yet his name still echos throughout history but never would kokushibo think that his brothers name, yoriichi, would leave your lips.

Although you're a demon now and have been for a while now, you could still recount memories you had during your times as a human, especially in the demon slayer core. It was basically a law for any of the 12 kizuki to never speak of Yoriichis' name, yet you just had to talk about him since gyokko was curious to know how humans thought of him.

"Yoriichi has sun breathing. That's the best way to describe why he's well known even after his death. He could kill any demon in seconds. It's quite impressive," you admit to gyokko, and he nods his head, humming in response. Kokushibo had already been looking for you, but he never interrupted any of your conversations when you had them. However, hearing Yoriichis' name from you alone set him off to act out.

He came from around the coner and stood behind you. "Do I think yoriichi could beat Kokushibo? Well maybe-" you said but then saw both of gyokko's mouths open as he looked behind you. Your brow raised in question, and you turned around to see what shook him so much, but now you realized. "Kokushibou hi" you smiled nervously at him.

"It was good talking to you, bye!!!" Gyokko hides inside his pot, probably in another one by now, so it was just kokushibo and you. "Listen, I was just- oh!" Kokushibou picked you up, and then you heard Nakime's biwa sound, transporting you back to his home. You knew you fucked up. You and gyokko tried to talk in secret, but now kokushibo was going to punish you, a demon for speaking about yoriichi but in his own way.

Kokushibo put you down, turning your body away from him to face the wall with your body pushed up against it. You grunted from the sudden pressure but gasped once your hair was pulled back to face kokushibo. The view was upside down, but you could see just how angry he was. "You know to refrain from using that name. Have you lost your mind?" Kokushibou said, his deep voice almost turning into a growl.

His hand had a fist full of your hair, and not only that, his lower half was just inches away from pressing up against you. "I know- I was just telling memories from my human life I didn't think it was a big deal-" "and you actually believe a person like him could defeat me. Do you really think that? Dose his name interest you so much that you've forgotten just who's wife you belong to?" Kokushibou said.

You had a confused look on your face. Is he seriously jealous at the mention of his brother's name from his lover? You knew kokushibo was jealous, but you didn't expect him to be this possessive. "I'm sorry~" This is all you could mutter out. "Do not. Ever say that name. Again." Kokushibou crouches down to your ear, speaking slow for his words to be understood.

You mewl softly, biting your lip as you nod quickly, understand his words. "My name should be the only name said from those lips." Kokushibou now brought his other hand up to your chin and holding it while his other hand is still gripping your hair. Your back arches just a bit more once you felt Kokushibou press himself up against your ass.

He let out a heavy breath with a deep moan mixed in. "Having your jaw broken for speaking his name is the normal punishment from lord Muzan, since you're a demon and it'd grow back." Kokushibou grinds himself against, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your tit.

"However, I have my own punishment. Just for you." Kokushibo's breaths become heavy, feeling himself get into heat, and he whispered in your ear.

"A punishment where you'll never remember to say his name and only mine. You belong to me, my pretty demon~"

Douma

His "church" wasn't a church at all. You made the dumbest mistake to have even joined this religious cult. Your "savor", the one who saved you that day from eating eaten like an animal from a group of demons and showing you such kindness was just a cover-up for his true identity, which was a man-eating demon and not just any demon, the 2nd highest rank in 12 strong demons led by an even more powerful demon. The realization sunk in, and you made an ever worse choice than the first one.

You wanted to escape. You wanted out. You thought you planned your escape for a week, asking around what Douma's schedule was like so you knew the perfect days on when to leave, but that back fired on you. When you noticed nobody outside the temple, keeping guard and, of course, no sight of douma, you made a run for it.

You felt relieved. No one was there to stop you until a dark figure appeared from the shadows and snatched you up like you weighed nothing. "I caught you! You sure ran fast. Are you sure you weren't a demon slayer before you came to my temple?" Douma said, smiling from ear to ear.

You tried to catch your breath from running up, but your breath quickly turned into a panic. Douma frowned for a moment, "Oh you poor thing. Don't be scared. We'll get you back to the temple so you can rest for the night," Douma said. With such fake empathy in his tone, it almost sounded sarcastic.

Douma continues to hold your body off the ground in a bear like hug. His muscles flexed to hold you firmly so you couldn't escape. However, looking at Douma more closely, you noticed changes about him. His teeth looked more like fangs. His body against yours felt so cold, almost like he was dead and worst of all. He had "upper 2" written in his eyes. Was this a demon's technique? How was he able to hide these features on him so well around his cult members.

"I don't want to go back!" Your voice trembled. You tried to speak soft, but the panic got to you. Douma only just smiled, speaking in his cheerful voice. "If you're worried about being eaten alive, don't worry, you aren't my type of woman to eat, but you are my type of woman to be around. So I will be keeping you since you asked for my help to save you from those demons that day, so it only makes sense for us to stay together." Douma chuckled.

"What??" You sighed, looking at Douma with worry, fear, and confusion. "I don't belong to you, so let me go!" You hit Douma, but you knew your strengths was no where near compared to his. Douma places his hand on the back of your head, making your rest your chin on his shoulder while he embraces you more and nuzzling his face to your neck, taking in your scent.

"You still don't get it y/n? You're mine. I'm going to keep you until your time as a human is up." Douma said, throwing you over his shoulder and began to walk back to the temple.

"You belong to me and me alone~"

Muzan

2 years had passed since you were kidnapping, and you were finally back and safe with your family. Although your kidnapper, known as the most powerful demon, kidnapped you was bad, he could've been a lot worse. So you like to think of it that way. He could dispose of you at any moment, even when you couldn't help him find the blue spider lily, but he didn't.

You're family for owning a flower company, educated on flowers even so that's the main reason why Muzan took you but he let you go when you were of no use to him anymore. The bond you had with Muzan wasn't always about his work. There was soft intimate moments between you two but you knew not to get your hopes up since in the end, your knowledge wasn't all that useful and he let you leave, putting his work before you.

Your life continued to move forward, and eventually, you had an arranged marriage. A soon to be husband for you. He wasn't bad. He did promise to treat you right, give you his money and etc but deep down, you knew you couldn't love this man but went along with it for the benefits and your familes sake.

The wedding took place during the night. Your in-laws thought it would be a great idea to see how lovely your wedding dress would look in the moonlight. You asked to be alone in the fitting room, and you turned off the lights. Despite being human, you've gown accustomed to the dark and toy opened the window, feeling the night's breeze. Your hands slide down your sides to your hips, and you smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing just how gorgeous you look.

"You look stunning, my dear. They were right. The way the moonlight shines on that beautiful dress is just Devine," a deep familiar voice said. You gasped and turned your head to the window and saw Muzan, sitting in the edge and watching his glowing red eyes trace every inch of your body and even smirking at how the dress hugs your hips and holds up your tits perfect.

"Why are you... h-how did you find me?" You stepped back. Muzan came into your fitting room further and made his way towards you. Your body froze, but your eyes softened once you felt his hand on your cheek. His hand was so cold. "Do you think I'd let just anyone actually go?" Muzan bluntly said. That line alone confirmed your thoughts from a year ago. You weren't actually free, and like you predicted, Muzan would come back to you. However, it wouldn't be for the reason you think.

"I don't have any more knowledge on the spider lily. Even after you let me go, I couldn't find it." You explained to Muzan, but he only grinned. "I have upper ranks to do the job much better and faster than you," He said. His words cut a bit deep since you used as much energy as you could've helped him before. "But you can be useful to me in... other ways," Muzan said as his eyes gestured to your body and then looked back at your face.

It's like the old feelings came rushing back. In your own sick way, you missed this man. Muzan is the worst, curel and dangerous man-eating demon you could've ever met. Yet you knew leaving with him was a choice you had to make now. Your mind snaps out of it once you head a knock at the door. You and Muzan look at the door and hear a woman's voice on the other side.

"Um, y/n? Are you almost done?" One of your maid of honors asked through the door. "Yes, im-" you paused. Your eyes look down to see Muzan's hand slide on your hip and even slide his hand down lower, just like how he used to, but you stopped him. "I'll be right out. Just give me a minute," you say in a worry, and then look at Muzan, his lips inches away from yours, and you spoke quietly.

"You can come by tomorrow night, and we'll talk about this. You came at such an odd time. " You rolled your eyes halfway, trying not to let all these emotions cloud you. You turned around, but the second you did, Muzan had grabbed the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled you back to face him. "Mm.." Muzan brought you into a heated kiss, making you stumble back and sit in the mini table in your changing room.

"Y/n!?" Your maid of honor placed her ear on the door after hearing a thund sound. "If you think for a moment I'd let you have some random mam in bed with you, then you're more stupid than I thought," Muzan said as his jaw tensed. You pant as you feel his fingers press into your neck and you placed your hands on his chest for some kind of support.

"You belong to me, and I'm taking you back. The connection we share won't ever disappear, so don't think for a second it will," Muzan said, pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed him back. His words may not have been the sweetest, but you understood them. He wanted you, and you wanted him. He pulled away once he heard hard banging on the door.

"Let's go," you said, lifting up your dress, not hesitating for a moment about leaving. Muzan had picked you up, and you heard a biwa sound, transporting you to Muzan's room in an instant. Muzan, put you down. His hands made their way to your body, with one hand on your ass and the other playing with the zipper on your wedding dress.

He smirked at you, letting out a dark chuckle. "Now. Won't you let me give you that wedding night you deserve to have"