#especially the ones on the bottom??? younger me was cooking

[mildarka]

dug up some old Nightmare art from 2 years ago

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Pretty Girl - Portgas D. Ace

I read this lovely little snippet by @mrsoharaa and felt the need to know what would happen next. Written with permission!

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To be fair, Marco actually wasn’t teasing him this time. He’d been nose deep in a book and was just as deep in his thoughts when he’d made the request.

“Hey Ace, can you go and call” the first division commander squinted at the book, trying to recall the words but was clearly too distracted to, “can you call-we-what was-just call your pretty girl for me yoi?”

He wasn’t teasing him this time. 

Ace had just simply had enough.

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It had started in the morning? maybe afternoon? who knows what time it was…after some good old fashion pirate revelry until who knows what hour of the evening.

He’d woken up in some weird kinda angle on some random corner of the ship, with a bit of a headache. So like any other day, he made his way over to the kitchen to get some food to fix his problem. After all, if his head hurt, he probably just needed some food, right?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the slick Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates,” the Division Commander in question blinked at his Fourth Division counterpart, his lips pulling up at the strange greeting.

What’d he mean by slick though? Just thinking about it made his head squeeze, so he decided to push it off until he had some food in his system.

“Thatch, I’m hungry,” he declared as he slumped himself on the kitchen counter, throwing his bottom half on a stool there, “gimme somethin’ to eat.”

“Comin’ right up,” the cook shot him an amused grin as he went about grabbing his disgruntled younger brother-in-arms some food.

“Hungover?” The question came from Ace’s side, where the head doctor sat, sipping on a cup of…well it wasn’t alcohol.

“Huh?” The younger man just blinked, trying to get the fog out of his brain. “Nah.” He rolled onto his side to better face his older brother. “Just got a headache.”

“Sounds like a hangover to me yoi,” the doc grinned over the rim of his mug.

Ace didn’t pay him much mind though, waiting for his food to arrive.

Though his silence seemed to encourage his companion, “especially with how much you drank last night.”

“Wasn’t that much,” he ruffled his hair in hopes to alleviate some of the pounding in his head.

“It was enough that you called a certain someone ‘pretty girl.’”

A moment of silence passed as Ace continued to aggressively knead at his scalp. His mind very sluggishly processing Marco’s words…he was just about to fall asleep again with how much his he-

HE DID WHAT?!

That blew all the fog and grog out of Ace’s brain and body, as he all but sprung to his feet in shock. The medic in front of him offered him little more than his usual lazy, lopsided grin.

The vertigo hit him right as the adrenaline wore off, and he was clutching to the counter to save himself from smacking into the ground. His grip only tightened as he heard footsteps from the other side of the counter rejoin them.

“Yo Ace, I fixed you a plate for your pretty girl too,” he chirped sliding over two plates, “if you wanted to go and deliver it to her.”

It had been a while since Pops had clobbered him, but the memory of his audacious, disastrous, flirty remark hit him much like one of Pops’ fists did. Of all things, he only came up with pretty girl? 

He-just-urgh-just-just where was his hat when he needed it? He resorted to using his hands to hide his face from the other two commanders. He didn’t need to see them to know they were grinning - they were just oozing with entertainment.

“Ah don’t worry slick,” he could hear Thatch’s voice getting closer, “I’d say she took it well enough.”

The way the cook only barely got his sentence out before he and Marco broke out into snickers said otherwise. Ace grabbed his plate of food and moved to find a different corner of the massive galleon to eat in.

For the next few days, the different commanders would wink, snicker, smirk, borderline leer at him whenever you were in his general vicinity. They weren’t subtle about it, given pirates were generally as subtle as a sea king on land. They didn’t have to say it out loud for him to hear it though: 

“Pretty girl.” 

The behavior spread to the rest of the crew like wildfire. He’d have compared the spread to some nasty disease, but those usually knocked people out. Unfortunately this one seemed to rile them up, everyone seemed overly eager to be able to poke at him for his drunken declaration. By the end of the week, even the swabbies were in on it. They weren’t as bad as the commanders, but…ugh. Just…anyhow you’d think that, after a week, it would become old news, but no. 

Nope. 

Not this news. 

Seems everyone on this damn ship was a gossip. Grown ass grizzled pirates, reduced to giggling gossiping gaggles of gremlins. The Second Division Commander couldn’t go for more than a few hours without hearing some kinda comment, or getting some kinda look. 

Even pops was in on it now! 

He’d found out when the old man had grinned at him, what was worse was that it was a good-natured grin. He wasn’t teasing him…but what he said to him, as a kind of encouragement, had left this poor son of Whitebeard feeling more flustered than ever.

Unfortunately all his attempts at getting the crew to cut it out were falling on deaf ears. His fellow commanders in particular had no problem ignoring his requests and continuing to tease him, which of course emboldened the rest of the crew. 

Of course the worst part had to be…well, there was no way you didn’t know about what was happening. After all, you always put on an unbothered face, but he knew it had to be making you uncomfortable. After all it wasn’t like he’d ever followed up on that pretty girl comment while sober. Though he wouldn’t deny the little amused simpers that you’d put on whenever your fellow crew mates would leer at him had his heart doing little flips.

Anyway…

Things had finally died down a bit, with Ace getting some peace of mind. People had finally gotten bored. Meaning he could probably try…y’know…approaching you while sober…

Well they’d mostly died down…

//—--

“SHE IS PRETTY ALRIGHT?!” Yeah he’d had enough. “Do none of y'all have eyes?!” He raged on, over a week’s worth of agitation erupting from him violently. 

“So what if I called her pretty girl?” There was a kind of catharsis in seeing the First Division Commander staring at him bug-eyed. “It wasn't a lie!” He threw his hands up in agitation. “That's for sure.”

“Uh A-”

“Like you all don't state the obvious sometimes!” He pointed an accusatory finger at everyone who was in the infirmary…which wasn’t much, but Thatch hadn’t left yet and he was one of the guys that teased him the most!

“A-”

“And!” He was burning up the whole place and there was no stopping him. “I never said she was my pretty girl! I just said she was a pretty girl!” Little flickers of fire left his shoulders. “And she definitely is pretty!” He flexed his fingers. “Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, all the words that mean that!”

The Second Division Commander’s chest and shoulders heaved from the way he was panting after his rant. Man it felt good to get it off his chest.

He shook his head, getting the remaining frustration out before rolling his shoulders out. He felt a whole lot better. He stretched his neck, before turning to look at his stunned fellow commanders.

“Hey Thatch, I’m hungry,” he grinned, “can you make me something to eat? Or should I just go raid the fridge?”

That seemed to snap the cook out of it, “keep yourself out of my fridge and out of my kitchen hotshot!”

“Uh…Ace,” the fiery man turned to look at the medic that had sparked this outburst.

“Oh Marco, what did you need again?” He’d asked him to do something before mentioning you.

“It’s no problem yoi,” strange, the doctor seemed to be looking behind him.

Was there someone behind him? The young commander turned around - 

Shoot.

He hadn’t said anything negative! But dang what he said sure as hell was damning. He must sound like a total creep. Just going on and on about how pretty he thinks you are. Could someone just launch him into the sea?

It didn’t help that the most unrelenting of the division commanders were here to see this horrifying display. They weren’t ever going to let him live this dow-

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, hope pulling your lips up tentatively. “Even while sober?”

Ace managed to nod at that.

Gosh he felt stupid. This wasn’t how he wanted to do it. Why was he so trash at trying to compliment you?

“Well I think you’re pretty too,” you gave him a good-natured smile, “so there, we’re even.”

“Really?” Gah! Why was that the first thing out of his mouth?

Oh gosh it was so cute the way you fiddled with your fingers. You only ever did that when you were nervous-you only ever did that when you were nervous.

“I mean,” you grinned, “haven’t you ever looked in a mirror Ace?”

Ace was sure he’d turned his face to fire at that point. He was here fumbling over his feet like a baby dear, and you were so smooth, you might as well be polishing the deck with wax.

“Um, in case that wasn’t clear,” you continued, “yes, really Ace, you’re pretty.”

Thatch let out a low whistle then, “well would you look at that,” he grinned, “a pretty boy for a pretty girl.”

“Stop teasing him Thatch,” you sighed, shooting the cook a look, “you’ve all teased him more than enough already.”

“Yo,” the longtime resident of the infirmary called out to you, “I was actually going to send Ace to find you yoi.”

“Oh did you need something Marco?” You walked further into the room, passing by the stunned pretty boy.

“Were you busy today yoi?”

“Not really, why? Did you need help?”

You thought he was pretty too? 

Would you consider, maybe, going out on a date? He couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued to talk with his First Division Counterpart. He wasn’t about to ask you here, in front of these jerks, but maybe later…

Maybe later…

When you were sitting on the bow looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky. He’d ask you. 

And you’d say yes.

[bumblesimagines]

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

Robb Stark

i'm just going to... leave.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As a child, you often wondered if Catelyn Stark had a sixth sense. She always seemed to know when you and Robb were up to no good, whether it was sneaking out of Winterfell or trying to convince the cooks for more sweets. There'd always been a knowing look in her eye and the way she'd smile at you and Robb, one single brow raising and hands coming to rest on her waist. 'Now, what are you boys up to?' She'd ask, but you and Robb knew by then the plan was ruined.

And now? Well, now you prayed her sixth sense had grown faulty because if you were caught in bed with the heir to Winterfell, you could only pray to the old gods the Starks would be merciful enough to only send you to the Wall. 

You moved carefully and slowly, sliding the fur blankets off your body and exposing your bare skin to the cold air wafting in through the cracked open window. Your nose crinkled as the wood supporting the bed creaked and groaned loudly, barely sparing a glance over your shoulder at the sleeping man before standing and hurrying to collect your clothes off the floor. You'd done this dance plenty of times over the years, mainly with drunken flings, but this time you weren't slipping away from a brothel worker or a maiden. This time you were slipping away from your best friend. 

Hurriedly tucking your shirt into your pants to avoid the risk of looking suspicious while leaving the room, you spun on your heel and searched the stone floor for your coat. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" A groggy voice questioned and you tensed completely, fingers curling around the top of your pants. The old gods despised you, you were certain of it. "The hunting trip is tomorrow, (Y/N)."

"I'm aware of that." For a man who'd just awoken to find his closest childhood companion getting dressed after a drunken night together, Robb started far too calm for your liking. Perhaps reality hadn't set in completely or whatever he'd drunk the night prior still had some sort of effect on him. 

"Look at me." He murmured, and when you remained with your back turned to him, he spoke again in his 'future Lord of Winterfell' tone that he scarcely used when you were alone with him. "Look at me, (Y/N)."

"My father will wonder where I ran off to, Robb." You told him with a quiet sigh and reluctantly turned around to face him. He certainly looked wide awake to you. His light-colored eyes gazed at you with what you swore was amusement and he reached his arm out to lazily pat the empty side of the bed in a silent invitation, or order. You dug your teeth into the inside of your bottom lip. If either of his parents even caught a glimpse of him, they'd spiral into a lecture that'd end in a threat of sending you away. 

"Come." He groaned, his impatience reminding you of his younger, more brutish sister. "Your family can wait."

"Why are you acting as if any of this is normal, Robb? I cannot be caught in your quarters while you look like that. Maybe- Maybe we should forget this even happened. It was a mistake that will not happen again-"

"You were the one that kissed me." Robb's lips formed a frown and he pushed himself up, bushy brows knitting tightly together. You despised making Robb upset, especially when his pretty eyes were as expressive as words, but it was necessary. You inhaled and forced yourself to look away from him, finally noticing your coat draped over a chair and across the room. You silently moved and slipped it on, properly concealing yourself from the cold and turning to face the man. "Do you not even wish to talk-"

"No, Robb. I'm... I'm just going to... leave. And we'll pretend as if nothing occurred, alright? You'll go back to being the heir of Winterfell and I'll go back to being the kennel master's son, just as it should and always will be."

[southernbluebellereader]

Would you mind doing headcannons for being bears younger gf/wife after he and Lena divorce? Maybe he's shocked at how well you treat him bc of how long he's been with her?

Also I hope you enjoy six!

"You're Such A Sweet Little Thing"

A/N: I'm not quite done with the show, but I think I got a basic gist of Bear (he's so hot I can't. Barry can't do an American accent for shit, but I don't care lol).

Warnings: Cursing/suggestive language/innuendos, fluff, younger reader

Senior Chief Petty Officer Joseph "Bear" Graves x Younger!AFAB Reader (SIX)

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He still doesn't understand how he was able to get with you, his divorce with Lena was rough, messy, he barely gets to see his daughter, Sarah.

You met him at a grocery store when he saw your cart with lots of fresh ingredients compared to his very bare to the bones basket with a lot of pre-packaged food, microwaveable food.

You asked him if the food was for a dog and he laughed (he was secretly hurt, poor baby)

Let me tell you, he was *rough* looking.

After you exchanged numbers (and sent him simple recipes for food, y'all started getting to know each other).

Was actually surprised and somewhat ashamed that you were a lot younger than him, younger than Lena.

Loves when you call him "Your Big Bear" while rubbing his stomach, especially after you've cooked him a nice, hot meal.

Very insecure when showing you off at first, because (a), you're at least 10+ years younger than him, and (b), he's low-key worried about what Lena thinks.

He needs lots of reassurance, via food or other ways

It's not that he can't take care of himself, he most certainly can, but he's so appreciative when you cook for him and take care of him - like it's a form of re-assurance for him.

Once he gets more confident in your relationship, he gets really touchy, he's gotta touch you.

Hand on thigh at all times.

Not Safe For Work:

Secretly loves seeing you in skimpy outfits

One Halloween, you wore a cheerleading outfit and he almost had a nosebleed

LOVES being called "Sir" - you called him sir for the first time and he was actually a little flustered, but he ended up really liking it.

Slaps your ass if he walks by.

Again, surprised he actually bagged you

You had to explain to him what "DILF" meant - he was very confused at first, but ended up liking it

"Who's your DILF? Huh?"

Yes, he said that one time when y'all was wrangling on the couch

Y'all giggled too much and had to take a break before continuing.

Keeps a boudoir polaroid in his uniform at some capacity when he's away

He has shown it to the others lol

Loves missionary because he loves seeing your facial expressions when he bottoms out

"God, you're so fucking tight- tightest pussy I've ever had."

Will fuck you in the kitchen - does not care if you're cooking.

[fanficriter]

can u do kaidou shun dating hcs!?!?!?

UM YES I LOVE HIM????

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Dating Kaidou Shun

Warnings - None

Characters - Kaidou Shun

Gender neutral reader

Notes - Sorry this is a bit short, I’m a bit sick atm

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- If you dress in Emo/Gothic clothes, expect him to fall for you like 10 times faster

- When he finally asked you out, he slide you one of those notes with the little yes or no checkboxes down the bottom

- He is definitely scared if the dark, he won’t admit it

- “The Jet Black Wings is scared of nothing! C-could you turn the light back on though?”

- He loves it when you play along with his little fantasies, it makes him feel loved

- LOVES physical affection!! But he does get very shy, especially when it’s in public

- Very shy when it comes to kisses. He will give you a peck on the lips and run away blushing

- If you surprise him with a kiss, he kinda just stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened

- He is a clingy little shit tbh

- Loves cuddling with you sm

- He also love quality time, he’s inviting you everywhere everyday at all times

- Study sessions together always 🙏🙏

- If his mum likes you, expect home cooked meals every time you come over

- Literally is a shaking, nervous ball when meeting your parents

- “I promise to take care of them! I-indubitably!!”

- Your parents love him

- I feel like he really good with kids, so if you have younger siblings, they absolutely adore him

- Every time he comes over they will run up and hug him

- You feel like they love him more than you atp

- Has a huge hero complex, so he will protect you from all the bullies! But your usually the one whose protecting him…

- When his classmates make fun of him for talking about Dark Reunion, your always there to comfort him

- He doesn’t know how to swim, so you teach him. He tries to act tough though the whole thing

- “If I released my full power in the water… i’d course a tsunam- Y/N HELP IM DROWNING”

- For your birthday he always has a homemade present and a 10 page essay for a card

- He was definitely a night core kid

- Angel with a shotgun is HIS JAM (me to)

- He uses emoticon while texting

- “Hey angel! ^_^ Do u want to go get ramen with me tmrw? o(｀ω´ )o”

- Can also speak irl with them??? He just does it and no one says anything about it

- Your name is his phone is definitely something like ‘My Fallen angel’ or ‘My Queen/King of Darkness’

- Is oddly good at singing?

- Every time he’s in the shower you hear him having his own little concerts

- He’s insanely talented at eyeliner

- Will sit in your lap and do yours if you let him

- MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ARE A MUST!!!

- This could very from being bacon and eggs, to being undead lovers, he doesn’t care! As long as he gets to look cute with you, he’s up for anything!

- He’s always talking about you to his friends

- “Me and Y/n went to the movie theatre yesterday!!”

- “Check you this cool ring Y/n got for me!

- “Did you see Y/n’s outfit today?”

- Your his first real partner, and he loves you a lot. You guys are always looking after each other!

- Also he’s a twilight fanboy so you have a twilight wedding 🙏🙏

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I love Kaidou Shun goodnight tumblr (´-ω-`)

[scrollonso]

more thoughts on boypussy! bez?

pleaseeeeeeeee

hi anon!! 😽 so i was gonna write more headcanons but instead... marcmarc smut?? luca, pecco, and cele are mentioned two times i think? 😸

Marco usually isn't this careless. Or easy. Or both. But something he's noticed when it comes to Marc is that none of that actually matters.

Because half of the time he's with Marc, he's either teasing him, making him cook for him, or having his tongue halfway down his throat.

Marc is honestly as easy to get to as Marco is. It's probably why they work best together.

Not that the other riders don't work well with Marco or they don't treat him just as good or even better than Marc does, but something about knowing that the person he's with is equally on his wit's end just drives him haywire.

It's what's happening now, with Marc's hand halfway down the front of his pants, hand too eager to pull down the sweatpants he's wearing for easier access. He's instead stretching the front of the pants as his hand makes its way into Marco's panties and his palm cups him.

"You're all wet," he says breathlessly, his mouth sucking a spot into Marco's neck, the Italian could cum from just that if he had Marc's permission. "Your pussy is so wet, amor. It's so ready for my cock."

The younger man has his neck bared for Marc, head thrown back, his mouth parted open on a whine when Marc's palm makes contact with his clit. Marc rubs his finger around Marco's cunt, spreading the wetness all over, making sure his hand is coated with the wetness.

He loves Marco's pussy. It's always nice and wet. Whether or not someone has fucked him earlier, Marc revels in the thought of sliding into him, the slide sure to be sloppy and hot.

He's so sensitive, his body twitching with every flick that Marc now gives to his clit. He rubs it around distractedly, eyes simply on Marco's face, he's wondering how Marco could be so pretty in the light of the room like this. How his neck looks so much better now that there's a mark or two, telling the riders and staff that he's just been fucked when they walk out of the older mans motorhome..

The words that he thinks off dissipate before they come out of his mouth and he's left licking his bottom lip over and over to keep it from drying out.

He's so delirious with pleasure and Marc isn't even touching him in the way that he wants. Marc knows that. He knows that Marco needs at least three fingers scissoring inside him for him to be ready to take him easily. Now he's only got two in, stroking them in and out of him at a steady pace.

This is why Marco likes being with Marc. Or is it the other way round? Either way, this is why Marco had snuck out of the VR46 garage the moment they concluded debriefing and had pulled Marc, who was next door, along with him.

Marc had stared up at him from where he was sat on the large couch in the room and Marco had smirked, moving closer to him until his shins made contact with Marc's knees.

"Why are we here?" Marc asked, no other reason to it than the way Marco goes pink in the face, eyes avoiding him when he mumbles an answer under his breath. "I can't hear you, ricitos."

"I said I want you to fuck me," Marco said, still not looking at Marc but his voice was louder and it wasn't as timid sounding as it was earlier.

"Right now?," he said with a tilt of his head. "You know Valentino is probably wondering where you've gone?"

"Don't talk about him right now," Marco barked, he hated wheh Marc brought up Vale, especially knowing their history. Marc was his now.

It only took Marc one look from Marco, eyes wide and shiny, a purposeful bite of his lips and he opened his arms wide, patting his lap and welcoming the taller mans body on his.

Marco had straddled Marc, each thigh on either side of him. Marco feels smaller like this and it turns him on so much that he can't help grinding down against the front of Marc's pants.

They are soft and cotton and leave nothing to the imagination or feeling. Marco has always loved how big Marc was. It was an amazing compliment to his body; all tan muscles and hard skin. It was also a beautiful contrast to Marco's; lean, milky, soft in all the right places.

The feeling of Marc's hard-on under his ass makes Marco groan low in his throat. Alongside the way Marc keeps staring at him, watching his reactions as he twists his hand just right, finger pads pressing up against that sweet sweet spot, Marco feels the telltale feeling of his orgasm building up.

And that can't happen without Marc's cock inside him so Marco uses all the strength inside his body to push at his hand until the man gets the memo and pulls away.

"Did you bring a condom?" He asks, pulling out his hand, now wet with the juices from Marco's pussy.

Marco shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. Marc stares even harder. If there was an award for being the most beautiful person in motorsports, he's sure Marco would take it without a beat.

He's always been enticed by how one person could carry such an air of confidence alongside such dazzling beauty, making him the center of attention wherever he went.

It's why he's always shocked when Marco comes to him with a pout on his mouth, asking him to,

"Please fuck me, amore," or "Do you think you could eat me out instead tonight?"

And by far, Marc's favorite,

"I wanna ride you,"

He knows Marco fucks around with other riders too. Hell, he does too. But something always tells him that he and Marco have a great streak going with the amount of times Marc has had to change his sheets during the summer break.

It's nothing to be proud of but he feels pride in knowing that he's one of the small amount of people that get to see Marco cry tears as he's filled up with cock or the way Marco holds on to Marc's biceps when he's about to come, his eyes shut, mouth open, head thrown back as he makes the most pornstar sounding moan Marc has ever heard.

And Marc's heard a lot.

The academy riders often talk about what Marco is like in bed. Marc, who couldn't stop himself from listening in, has come to find that Marco is completely different with every rider he's with.

He's softer and more sweet when it's Pecco fucking him stupid. He likes the way Luca kisses him in between thrusts. He's a little controlling when it comes to Cele, too, likes to tell him what to do because the younger man is just clueless like that most of the time.

But still, no one matches up to the way he and Marc fuck. And Marc likes that. Likes that he's the only one that say things to Marco like " my pretty slut," "you're such a whore," and get away with it.

He likes that Marco lets him take full reigns when they're in bed. He loves that Marco trusts him with his pleasure.

Hearing how the academy riders talk is how he'd found out one thing he and Marco have never talked about or addressed. He's noticed it to be a consistent mention from everyone he'd listened to — well everyone he knows that has fucked Marco.

"Amore," he says, blinking up slowly at Marco. The man looks dazed, sweating despite the air conditioning in the room.

"Hm?" He hums, looking down at Marco with sultry eyes that only makes Marc's cock jump in its confines. He's sure Marco felt it, with the way he grinds back down on the appendage.

Slowly, gauging his reaction, searching his face for any disagreement, Marc's hand that isn't splayed on Marco's back lifts the front of his shirt.

He heard it from Luca, Pecco had said it in passing and Cele mentioned it a lot. So naturally, Marc was genuinely curious to see how it would change anything that they were already used to doing.

"Bez gets crazy wet when you fondle his tits,"

"They're not tits, Cele," Luca had said. "He's not a girl."

"He likes to call them tits too," Pecco had butted in. "Told me to call him principessa one time even."

Marc shook his head. Pecco had always been Marco's favorite. He gets too many privileges.

He gently pulls up the shirt until it's bunched up under Marco's chin and the man takes notice with a shuddering breath to hold the fabric with his chin.

When Marc looks away from his eyes to stare down at his chest, he silently curses and lets his nose make contact with the skin first.

Marco's chest is so pretty. Marc usually doesn't pay it much mind but now he's staring. Freckles are littered across his chest, nine prominent dark spots on just his pecs. The man's nipples are so soft and puffy, dark against his pale skin. They look almost swollen, practically begging him to have a taste.

Marc's own nipples aren't as sensitive as he would like them. He knows very well that some people have the ability to come from just their nipples being toyed with and from what he's heard from Pecco, the same could be said for Marco.

He didn't even know he was this much into nipples until the others mentioned it. Or maybe he's just into Marco. That would make absolute sense too.

Marc rubs his nose all over the areola, careful to avoid the metal and actual bundle of nerves. Marco's heart is beating so hard behind his ribs and Marc can feel it. The man is already shuddering and his body is trembling and he'd fall over if not for Marc's hand that's holding him at his back.

"Mar..", Marco says with a sigh when Marc finally gives a lick to his nipple.

Marc feels on fire when his mouth closes fully around the bud and he gives it an experimental suck. The reaction is instant.

Marco moans high in his throat, his back arching and therefore pushing his chest more into Marc. If no one knew they were here before, now they will, with how high Marco is moaning.

His hands are at Marc's shoulders, trying to push him away but at the same time still holding him close.

He can feel Marco moaning and shaking with every suck he gives to his chest. He didn't even know the man could get like this and he was so sure he'd seen every version of debauched Marco.

Marco keeps making these little sounds and noises. He's sighing out at one point and then making short moans with every suck Marc gives to his chest.

He switches nipples when he feels he's sucked enough on the other and opens his eyes to look up at Marco. The man isn't looking at him, which Marc expected with how much writhing he's doing. He can't sit still, his hips rolling forward so his pussy rubs down on Marc's cock to give them both a delicious friction.

Marc didn't think sucking on Marco's chest would make him this delusional. Suddenly he's thinking of Marco pumped full of come, ready to have baby in nine months. It could be a reality, Marco's body can take it. His body is able to take a child and Marc desperately wants it to be his.

He pulls off the nipple to speak, letting his hand twirl the hardened buds around.

"Amore, you've got such pretty tits," he says, voice breathy. He's looking at Marco as the man tries to keep his moaning at bay. He's failing. "They're so soft, could do this all night."

"Ah.. Amo.. Marc please.." Marco finally looks down at the older man to say. "Please fuck me. don' need prep jus.. fuck me, hm?"

Marc could laugh at the way Marco starts to rock back and forth on his lap, eyes shiny, lips bitten raw with how Marc's teeth don't leave it alone.

"No, I still need to finger you," Marc argues, going back in to suck a nipple into his mouth. He can't get enough of Marco's soft chest. He mentally curses himself for not paying it much attention now.

"I.. I-I.. Maro fucked me earlier," he says with a small voice.

It makes Marc lift up, chin on the lower part of Marco's chest while his mouth remains attached to the nipple there, tongue coming out to lave at it.

"See what I said? Such a cockslut, you are," he says again, his lips attached to Marco's tit. "It's no wonder you were so wet."

"Yeah yeah so just fuck me right now," he says, nodding.

Marco's fingers tangle in Marc's hair, pulling the strands to get Marc off of his chest. He's really so sensitive and it would be a shame if he didn't get fucked and came just from his nipples being sucked.

It's why he'd never mentioned it to Marc, knowing fully well that the other man would definitely take advantage of it and use it to make Marco keen in any given instance.

He's always been wary of how sensitive his chest was. It's why he doesn't let anyone get too close to touch him there. Just the mere brush of hands against it makes his knees keel and a few minutes later will find him stuffed full of cock to get off.

"Are you clean?" Marc asks him as Marco gets off his lap to take off his sweatpants. "Leave the shirt on."

He forgoes taking off the shirt as he flings the sweatpants to the side of the couch. Marc watches on as Marco's shirt presses against his chest and he can see the vivid outline of his tits. They're wet with spit and Marc loves the way they're still puffy and swollen, perfect. It's what makes him mumble a " fuck " as he too pulls down his cotton pants until they're pooled at his ankles, freeing his cock.

"Of course, I've only fucked the other academy riders," he says, getting back on Marc's lap. He watches, entranced as Marc strokes his cock to full hardness.

Marco's mouth waters with how much he wants to sink to his knees and try to take Marc to the hilt. Marc hardly ever fits in his mouth but he always tries his best, if to get praised like the attention whore he is.

"So you want me to fuck you raw?" Marc asks just to be sure. Even as Marco is already moaning, his fingers rubbing his pussy and stretching it open, almost like an invitation for Marc to be inside him.

"Yeah. Sì.. please.."

Marc is not one for going back and forth over something so he doesn't. Instead, he sets his hand on Marco's waist and pulls him closer to him. "Do you want to be on your back?"

"Anywhere, please," Marco isn't usually this obedient.

Marc fixes their position so Marco is laid on his back on the couch and Marc's large body is hovering over him. The position is so boring and made specifically for people who fuck just for the sake of procreation but maybe that's what Marc wants to do.

Maybe this is the position that would finally get Marco's body to take. It's not often that they fuck raw and he's sure it's the same with the other members but Marc is excited to pump Marco full of his seed and wonder if he'll come to him with the news of a pregnancy, if his tits would grow a bit and get heavier. More sensitive.

The fantasy in his head is so hot and Marco is right there for the taking, pussy pulsing and soaked with how much he wants Marc too. Marc can't deny him anything, not when he too is on the verge of bursting.

He lifts one of Marco's legs with his hand and pushes the under of his knee back to expose more of his pussy to him.

The couch isn't the largest but it takes both of their bodies and comfortably lets Marc rest one of his legs on the couch while the other is bent at the knee.

"Come on, Marc, fuck me," Marco says, his hair splayed out around his head like a halo, just like the angel he claims to be. Marc has always been a sinner.

He takes his time despite Marco rocking his hips down closer to his cock but his hand on his hips are holding him still. Barely.

"Be patient," he says, his own voice cracking with the amount of resistance it's taking him to not pound into Marco, raw.

He tests the slide in by lining up his cock with his hole. The tip pops in with a squelch and they both moan when Marc fucks the tip in and out, teasing.

He pushes in some more, making sure he watches for the way Marco's mouth forms an o shape, a silent moan making its way out of him.

He's so small under Marc. Marc loves the allusion of a contrast between them. How he's composed (a lie) and trying his best not to hurt Marco while the younger man is writhing and trying to fit more of his length into him.

Marc's hand that's not holding up Marco's leg to his shoulder comes up to push his shirt up so his chest is exposed to the cool air of the room.

At the sight of Marco's tits, chest heaving, practically calling for him, Marc slides in all the way, his dick pulsing for a short second as he almost comes just from being inside Marco.

Marco is wet and hot around him just like he expected and it feels so good to be inside him without a barrier between them. It feels too good to be true. Marc has to breathe out through his mouth so he doesn't come prematurely like a hormonal teenager.

"Feel so full Marc.. you're so good.." Marco mumbles, sounding out of it as Marc begins to pull out and then thrust back into him.

It's slow and steady yet rushed and fast because Marc is already so close to the edge, tethering there for so long.

"Your pussy is so good, ricitos," he groans, head thrown back as he continues fucking into Marco, the couch shaking with the force of their movements.

Marco can only moan and keen high in his throat, eyes shut, mouth open. He's so breathtakingly beautiful and Marc feels the sudden urge to have him to himself.

He suddenly wants to pump him full of his seed, fuck him over and over again so his body takes. Make him his, put a ring on his finger. Or a collar on his neck. It's driving Marc crazy with wanton heat.

"Amore.. so good.. s'good.. harder please.. please," Marco says through his teeth. Marc has pride blooming in his chest. He made Marco, confident Marco, like this. Reduced to nothing but a babbling mess.

He gives it to him like he asks for it, pressing Marco's leg back down against him, stretching him to his full elasticity as he pounds into his cunt.

Marc uses the opportunity of being so close to Marco's chest to lean down and take a nipple into his mouth, licking over it with his tongue, loving the way Marco holds his head there as if to urge him on.

"Are you close? 'Cause 'm so fucking close," he whispers against Marco's skin. He looks up to see the man nodding, breathing harshly as his own body starts to tighten. " 'm gonna come inside you, Marco. You're gonna make me a baby. Okay? You think you can be a good mama and do that for me?"

"Oh my God.. fuck , Marc," Marco whines at that. "Please yes.. please come inside me. I'll be so good…please."

"Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy?" Marc groans, fucking into Marco with purpose.

"Please.. please yes.." Marco cries, his voice so loud that Marc is actually thankful for the thick walls and distance between the other riders motorhomes.

Marc curses and groans. Then he moves his head up and kisses Marco on the mouth, tongue swiping over his own tongue to lick into his mouth.

He bites down on his lower lips right as his back arches, his walls clenching down around Marc's cock, his body tightening right before it snaps and he gasps out when he finally comes.

Marc comes right after Marco's pussy pulses around him, practically milking him dry inside him.

"Oh my fuck," Marc mutters against Marco's lips, thrusting into him to ride out the rest of his orgasm. Marco is just so good around him. "God, you're so fucking hot."

"Mhm," is the only sound Marco makes, his eyes closed shut as he lets Marc kiss him stupid.

Marc chuckles to himself when he pulls out, his cock twitching in interest when he sees the way his come dribbles out of him.

He can't help the grin that spreads over his face when he lies between Marco's spread legs so his head rests comfortably on his tummy and his mouth closes around a soft nipple, loving the way Marco whines in oversensitivity and tries to push him away.

Marc is really gonna enjoy this newfound information.

[fatuismooches]

Man I adore tormenting dottore as my love language :3

cw: kinda dark? zandik accidentally hurting us because he's hallucinating (IM NOT AN EXPERT I just think it's like. Very realistic if this were to happen)

Anyways, I like to think that Dottore came from a... Rather unpleasant home, and then especially burned his home town along with everyone who has cursed him (except for you ofc)

Still, the memories hasn't left him. It's not like he could, no matter how much he buries himself in his research. Zandik can't heal when he pretends that it's all fine and that dwelling into such emotions would be a waste of time. This proved to be more prominent during his younger days...

One day, I could just imagine, you come home to your shared dorm, all preppy and smiles because you're finally gonna spend time with the love of your life! Only to see absolute ruin of your dorm—everything was a mess, papers strewn every where, couch flipped, drops of his blood on the floor. You panic, wondering if the Matra finally raided your home to arrest Zandik, then you heard him yell—in your bedroom. You run towards it, frantically, and stupidly.

You should've assessed the situation more. Took a deep breath and calmed your mind—but you were striken with anxiety and fear, and when you shouted "what happened here!?" "What did you do!?" at him, you were quickly met with pain you've never felt before.

He had burned you with a torch, and now you're on the ground, writhing and screaming in hellish pain, cradling the parts of your body that was burnt to a crisp. You see him grinning at you, eyes full of satisfaction and malice.

You thought that this was what he wanted all along, that everything was a lie and he just used you for all your worth, and now that he has nothing to use you for, he has decided to kill you.

But you then hear him shout: "Are you proud of me? I've become the monster you've always told me that I am."

Quickly, you realize that he hadn't meant to hurt you.

The scars stayed, much to Zandik's dismay. After treating your injuries, he has resorted to ignoring you for the next couple of days, being mean and insulting you.

Just be patient with him, you know that he cares. And that he's absolutely crushed that he has hurt you, of all people. He didn't mean it, but now you've got painful scars that will ache for a life time, all because of him. All because he was stubborn to heed your concerns. He wanted to burn the past, he really did. To forget and move on. He hated his childhood so much that he's willing to just let it burn into ashes... But he didn't realize if he tried, he'd burn you along with it.

You see him open his mouth whenever he tends your healing wounds, but then close it, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. You see him read books all about treating burn wounds, cook you meals, ignoring his research all for you—his hands shook, eyes dark though glassy. You know he wants to apologize, but then his eyes goes to your scars, sucks in a deep breath, glares at you and walks away.

He's really doing his best to push you away

Zandik cares so much that he wants you to leave him, hate him, for being who he is, for being what he is. But no, you're smiling so softly and reassuring him that you're fine. That it's not his fault, that he didn't mean it.

And he'd yell he did mean it, that you were just lucky to survive (as if he hasn't lost sleep and progress on his research just to tend to you).

It wasn't his fault, you urged.

You remember it all vividly. Zandik knocking frantically at your home, houses ablaze behind him, his body littered with cuts and bruises. People were carrying torches and pitchforks, makeshift weapons and screaming at Zandik to just leave—and with out much thought, you grabbed as much as you could from your room and ran away with him.

You knew he finally snapped that day. Took matters in his own hands... He never talked much about it, but you could assume what happened. And you were certain he had confronted his parents before it all went to shit.

He wasn't trying to hurt you. He never did, and he would never want to hurt you. You were the exception and will always be, he would rather let the world cave in than letting you bleed by his hands. Zandik was lost in his thoughts, drowning in unpleasant memories and his eyes deceived him—he thought you were someone else, and he wanted to hurt them, not you.

JGJGOFHFJDSJS yeah that, he most definitely probably cry in your arms talking about how much he hates ur scars bc he gave them to you...

I would add more BUT IM LITERALLY IN CLASS AND MY PROFESSOR IS LECTURING HELP OKAY BYE SMOOCHES ILY /P HAVE A GOOD DAY CKCBXKCBDJ

Sorry for this I just like. Exploring struggles and menta shit KBcjcjc

MOOT WHAT IS THIS... WHY ARE YOU HURTING US LIKE THIS my JAW WAS DROPPED THE WHOLE TIME 😭😭 Okay but real. I have two hcs when it comes to Zandik's parents - they were the only ones who loved him but they died when he was really young, or they really just hated him. I've also heard others say "Zandik" can be used as an insult too? I don't know how true that is though. But yeah I think the latter is more likely to be true unfortunately 💔 Even if they were nice to him it wouldn't be enough to counter a whole town's worth of hatred towards him... yup yup the village definitely got burned down to the ground.

One would think that he wouldn't be affected. But he wasn't Dottore yet. He was merely Zandik at this point. He couldn't just shrug it off and go about his day. He pondered. He thought. He felt. He was still more human, more feeling than he wanted to admit, and he absolutely hated it. Still, he didn't regret it, but the memories would simply not leave his head. It was wholly bothersome. After all, not too long ago he was merely a little boy... a little boy who was deemed a monster, a demon child. All the people, even his own parents who accused him were gone now yet... their voices still rang clear in his head. And of course you had no clue, because Zandik would never speak about his feelings under any circumstance.

OUCHHHH HOW CAN I EVEN WRITE THE NEXT PART?? I CAN'T WRITE IT AS GOOD AS YOU oh gosh I WILL TRY. Ah... coming home to your shared dorm. Thinking it's going to be another regular, good day with you and your lover. But it's not, and when you see your home ransacked of course the first thing that goes through your mind is if your Zandik is okay. Of course you you rush to him and beckon him to tell you what happened as anyone would do. Of course you try to reach out to him. And of course, you didn't expect to be licked with flames by your lover's own hand, not only is your body crying out in pain but so is your heart - did Zandik really not care for you after all of these years? The only one who you treasured above all else... perhaps he never viewed you more than a pawn. But then you hear those few words that make you realize what's truly going on - ah, you understand now.

The logical part of Zandik knew that the scars would remain, but the illogical part of him hoped (to think he was even capable of that) badly that they wouldn't. You wonder what his expression was when he was tending to your wounds - you were asleep at the time - but even if you had seen it you probably wouldn't be able to put it into words... it was expressionless yet also not at the same time. He looked empty, and unfeeling, yet he looked the opposite too. And perhaps you wouldn't believe how tenderly he treated your wounds, from the way he's giving you the cold shoulder now. You wouldn't know the way his hands shook the whole time because he did that to you. The one person who would never, who should have never faced his anger, his wrath. It's all his fault, there's no denying that, he hurt you and now you're going to be hurting for the rest of your life too. The last person, no the only person who he doesn't want to see hurt.

Even now, Zandik doesn't understand you. How the fuck are you more calm about this than he is. He hurt you. He burnt you and he meant it and yet in the aftermath, there's not a hint of resentment on your face and he doesn't understand - he hates it so much, you should hate him, in fact it'd make him feel better if you did because how can you even begin to like him a tiny bit after what he's just done, he's claimed to love you and even in that twisted mind of his he knows that's not what lovers do. He doesn't understand why you haven't packed your bags and moved to another dorm by now, hell why do you try to usher him to bed because "lack of sleep is bad for him" what actually goes through your mind...? What went through your mind when you decided to leave with him too? The villagers weren't after you, just him, you could have had a normal life, but you still decided to go with him... you two had no plan, no money, no real necessities but you gave up everything for him anyway. Sigh...

Ouch... i feel like at some point you would just accept your scars but Zandik? Haunts him more than he wants to admit. Don't get me wrong he still thinks you're beautiful but... you know what I mean. Mhm... imagine the child segment asking you where/how you got the scars from and at the moment you make up the most ridiculous lie because that's all your brain can think of because there's no way you're telling the baby that Prime did it. Oh and the angst if Dottore hears that convo :(

Okay... moving on from that angst... PLS You're hella brave for being on tumblr in class, I'm too scared to open it or write fics in general in fear of someone seeing 😭 Once I accidentally opened my blog on my laptop and I closed the tab at LIGHT SPEED. ILY TOO KAI I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!! ❤️❤️❤️

[messy-crisantemo]

Since we’ve entered a Gentan renaissance, I figured I should make a

🍉 GenTan fic recommendation list 🎴

(Edit: Now we have a Part 2!)

Note that this is a list of personal favorites based on my likes and the many (yet not all existent) fics I’ve read. They’re not put in any particular order and they’re all completed fics. I’m adding some of the tags, but not all of them since I don’t want to make this post extra long, so please read them again once you go to the Ao3 link. And finally, if anyone is anime-only, even if a fic is spoiler free, it’s likely that it’ll have some reference to Genya’s abilities or family relationships, so be careful.

That being said, we proceed!

Don’t Talk to Me by 125389, 9k

(Red Light District Arc, Canon-Typical Violence, Meet-Cute, Strangers to friends to enemies to ???, Humor, Crushes)

A second impression, a star-crossed meeting, a misunderstanding. Each was there to do his job, to keep matters strictly business, but when have things ever been that simple?

Beautifully written, fantastic humor, and just GenTan inevitably falling for each other (both romantically and literally).

To Be The Piece You Need by Gilberrts, 11k

(Alternate Universe - High School, Dialogue Heavy, Friends to Lovers)

Shinazugawa Genya's life is in a downward spiral. He has no friends, his grades are on thin ice, and he can't seem to stop outgrowing his clothes. Then, when his relationship with his brother finally hits rock bottom, Genya has a strange encounter with the sole member of the school's cooking club.

Hurt-Comfort scenario where, of course, Tanjirou is the comfort.

Rest + Recovery by aizetsus, 2k

(genya is stressed, post Swordsmith Village Arc)

Genya gets overwhelmed pretty easily. Especially when faced with a cute boy.

It wouldn’t be a GenTan rec list without our traditional, fluffy scenario of Genya pining for Tanjirou.

Cardinals by bluejelly245, 8k

(Modern AU, Wakes & Funerals, Hurt/Comfort, Conversations, Friendship/Love, Past Abuse)

Genya and his family attend the funeral wake for Tanjiro’s father, much to the younger Shinazugawa boy’s dismay. The last thing he wanted to do was spend his evening surrounded by tears and grief, but what he least expected, was to end up on Tanijro’s bedroom floor, comforting the strange boy after his loss.

Genya discovers he is a good person, so sweet despite the gloomy scenario.

loveholic by mimimimi (reiiiiii), 81k

(Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, CEO Genya, Slow Burn, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Strangers to Lovers, No Spoilers, Relationship Study)

Tanjirou lives a normal life as a university student on his last year, struggling financially to maintain a life that's not affordable anymore. On the other side, Genya is back to Japan after 17 years living overseas, ready to ruin his father's attempts to save face after several mistakes.

Both are on the edge, about to fall apart.

What will happen once their different worlds collide?

One of those fics that make you squirm under the blankets at 2am because you just can’t stop reading.

A tale of young love and starry nights by kenmagoesblep, 3k

(Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Fix-it, Fluff and Humor, Getting together, Love Confessions, Festivals, Minor Spoilers)

The sun is already down by the time they arrive and the colorful paper lanterns bathe the streets with a faint whimsical warm glow, highlighting the easy smiles of the festival attendees and the natural glisten of the fresh food in the stalls. Their eyes immediately go to the makeshift gate made with bent bamboo, all adorned with people’s written wishes, to be sent to the heavens by the end of the night.

Genya’s handwriting is shaky but hopefully the crooked words will carry his wish just fine.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

diet soda society by beecalm, 6k

(Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff and Humor, Genya makes bad life choices, Brunch, No Spoilers)

Genya knows he should just tell the truth. He got frustrated, and thought that strong words of persuasion would revive his bike from the dead. Non-judgemental as he is, Tanjiro would probably just laugh it off and walk home with a smile on his face.

“I got into a fight,” Genya lies, instead.

(or; Genya yells at his bike, lies about his ability to kick ass, and gets indoctrinated into Kamado Tanjiro’s Saturday morning brunch club.)

GenTan + friends in a super silly and funny scenario.

July by 125389, 45k

(Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Manga Finale Spoilers)

It could've been just another weekend, just another month, just another season passing by, but instead they made that summer theirs.

Two teens discovering love naturally and intensely. Tears were shed and hearts were healed. It might or might not be a Fix-it.

Tonight’s sky by Wild_Quetzal, 6k

(Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Hashira Training Arc, Introspection, Pining, Arguing, Light Angst, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss, Hopeful Ending)

Tanjirou didn’t recall having watched so many people gathered before, not even when his sister and him went to Asakusa. Everything was so appealing and, at the same time, disorienting for him.

He would’ve been feeling lost if it wasn’t because Genya was beside him.

(Or, sharing a night at a festival with Genya should’ve been easy, if it wasn’t for an unexpected event and Tanjirou himself getting in the way)

Yes, we got to the self-promotion part. I’m especially proud of this one <3

And last but not least!

Todo empezó con (un beso) una despedida by Dogchasingcars, 20k

(Manga Spoilers, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Love Letters, Long-Distance Relationship, Reunited and it feels so good, Family Bonding, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Lo que inicia como una breve despedida y la promesa de reunirse pronto (sellada con un beso), termina volviéndose una larga espera para volver a verse.

Because we’re not gonna leave the Spanish-speaking side of the fandom empty handed and it’s one of my favorite GenTan fics of all time. Melancólico y dulce, todo el dolor vale la pena.

[lemonlover1110]

The Insincerity of the Stars

Suguru Getou

[Chapter 23] Engagement

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Time slowly passes, and your relationship with Suguru slowly progresses. You’re happier than ever. Six months later you think of yourself as the happiest woman to walk on Earth because literally nothing could get better. You’re both so helplessly in love with each other. 

You go on dates weekly, and usually they’re so romantic that you fall in love with him all over again. He’s become so thoughtful. He’s the man that you dreamt about when you were younger, and you couldn’t be happier. He wasn’t like this when you started dating, but then again you started dating when you were broke students that didn’t have all that much time for each other. You still don’t have as much time as you’d like, but you at least make the effort to spend time with each other.

You’re even thinking about moving in together, although it feels so rushed in your relationship. You’ve known each other for around six years, but you’ve recently started dating again. You’re way in over your head when you plan your future together, but you just love him so much.

“Hey, baby.” Suguru wraps his arms around you and kisses you. Lately he spends more time at your apartment than anywhere else, which is another reason why you’re thinking about moving in together. Moving in together won’t change much… Although if you get mad at each other, you can’t go back to your own place to cool off. But you rarely argue, so it doesn’t really matter.

“I thought you were coming here immediately after work, what happened?” You question, smiling at him. Your hands rest on his chest, while he looks at you adoringly. One of your hands goes up to his face, pushing hair that’s on his face behind his ear.

“I had to make a quick stop. But now I’m here.” He responds. He smells an aroma coming from the kitchen and he smiles before he cocks an eyebrow, “What are you cooking?”

“Nothing too special. I’ll think you’ll like it though.” You answer. He ends up pulling away and going to the kitchen to grab utensils to set the table. Something you love about eating with Suguru is that he cleans up after you if you cook– Even if you don’t cook. You absolutely hate cleaning up after dinner, and he knows so. You watch him, licking your lips before asking, “So what did you have to do?”

“Well… I can’t tell you.” He replies, making you raise an eyebrow. You watch him as you think about what he was possibly doing. You can’t come up with an answer though.

“Why not?” You question, and he smirks. You try to think of what’s up with him, but nothing comes to mind. “Tell me, Suguru.”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” He tells you, which makes you roll your eyes. You cross your arms and glare at him as he finishes setting up the table. “Dinner smells really good.”

“I hope so. I worked hard on it.” You answer. He walks over to the stove to get a taste of what you’re cooking, while you keep thinking about what he has up his sleeve. It’s a surprise, so he won’t tell you. But that doesn’t stop your wandering mind. “What’s up with you?”

“Baby, I told you it’s a surprise.” He chuckles as he walks over to you. He brings his lips down to yours and smiles, “You’ll love it. That’s all I can say.”

You purse your lips together and stick out your bottom lip, and he caresses your cheek,

“I’m sorry, baby. But I promise that you’ll love it.”

-

Shoko’s life has become… Repetitive. She wakes up, goes to work, comes back home and sleeps. She doesn’t go out like she used to, or bothers making new friendships after everything. It’s been like this ever since she broke up with Utahime– Especially since the night that she hooked up with you.

She doesn’t mind it, even if she feels lonely sometimes. She just has to come to terms that the woman that she loves doesn’t love her back. The fact that this was clear from the very beginning yet she still got her hopes up disappoints her, because she did it to herself. You never did anything to lead her on so she can’t blame you.

The past months Shoko finds herself thinking about you, wondering how your relationship with Suguru progresses. Are you two still together? She wishes that you aren’t, but she knows Suguru like the back of her hand. He won’t let go. Maybe because he loves you or maybe because he wants to prove Shoko wrong. 

She finds herself thinking highly of herself. She often thinks that Suguru is doing all this just to prove to Shoko that you’ll always go back to Suguru. But she doubts it. He truly adores you, but of course, part of her brain thinks that he’s only doing this to prove her wrong.

There’s a knock on Shoko’s door right when she gets home, which confuses her. She barely puts her purse down before she walks back to the front door and opens it. Her eyes widen when she sees Suguru. Soon her eyebrows furrow and asks, “Why the hell are you here?”

“Just wanted to talk.” Suguru invites himself into the home, and Shoko is taken back. She blinks slowly before shutting the door and going to the living room, where Suguru makes himself comfortable.

“What do you even want to talk about? Did she finally break up with you?” Shoko asks, feeling satisfied even before he answers. There’s no other reason for him to be here. “Are you about to tell me that—”

“I’m proposing soon.” He shares, causing Shoko’s smirk to disappear. She bites down on her lip as she furrows her eyebrows. She takes a deep breath, trying to think of what to say. “We’re as happy as ever.”

“So what? You’re here to rub it in my face?” She questions and Suguru grins as he nods in response.

“More so.” He responds. He pulls out the little black box from his pocket and opens it, setting it down on the table. Shoko is quick to grab it so she can look at it, and her jaw nearly drops when she sees the diamond. “Tell me, do you think she’ll like it? You’re her dear friend after all.”

“I think she won’t even accept the proposal. You’ve only been dating for what? A couple of months? She’ll be a fool to even accept.” Shoko says as she tosses the box onto the couch, not being able to even look at it for another minute. “Are you that big of an idiot?”

“No… We both know she’ll accept. I love her but she’s nothing but a fool. You of all people should know that.” Suguru replies, making Shoko chew on the inside of her cheek. He’s not wrong, but it feels weird to hear him call you a fool. He shouldn’t be calling you anything but a goddess, and worship the ground you walk on; but that’s her mistake for expecting better from Suguru. “Matter of fact, you can join us. I can send you the details.”

“You’re despicable.” Shoko insults, crossing her arms. Yet she won’t refuse the offer because there’s still some hope in her heart that Suguru will be proven wrong. But they both know what she wishes for won’t be granted. “So what? You’re proposing because you want to prove me wrong? Is that what you’re doing?”

“No, I’m proposing because I love her. The fact that I can prove you wrong is just a bonus.” He stands up from the couch. He doesn’t have anything else to say. He better start going home. “I can send you the details… That is if you unblock my number.”

“You’re such a fucking jackass. I hope you die.” She tells him, and he chuckles. He grabs the ring before he begins to walk to the door. They both know that she’s unblocking him and going to watch it all unfold.

She cares about you too much and wants to watch you make the right decision. Even if she knows that the decision you’ll make will be anything but right.

-

Shoko looks around the place, trying to spot Suguru and you. You seem to be running a bit late though, and Shoko is getting bored as time passes by. Ten minutes sitting, she feels as if Suguru may have lied to her, just to waste her time. She almost chokes up when she sees you walk through the door. A big smile on your face, holding Suguru’s hand.

“This is a nice restaurant.” You comment as you walk inside. Suguru hums in response, and you’re lucky that you listened to him and dressed the way you did. You’re seated within a minute, after all, he had some reservations. Very important one at that.

He pulls back the chair for you, and you thank him as you take a seat. Then he takes a seat across from you, a very big smile on his lips, one that he isn’t able to hide. It hints that this is your surprise, and you’re wondering if it’s just the reservation at the very special restaurant, or if it’s something more. You’re thinking about it being something more, and it makes your stomach churn. Not necessarily because you aren’t ready, but more because you’re nervous.

“Is this my surprise?” You question and he raises his brow. 

“What surprise?” He tries to act serious, and genuinely confused but he chuckles. A week after he talks about his surprise, you’ve been bugging him to speak but he dismisses it each time. He’s so determined to keep it a surprise, and it kind of annoys you. But this is it. You’ll find out what his surprise is soon enough, although you have a feeling that you know what it is.

“What surprise?” You mock, rolling your eyes. He changes the topic, deciding to distract your mind from the surprise that you’ve been bugging him about for the past week. You order your food and converse about whatever comes up in your mind, until he clears his throat and changes the topic to a more serious one.

“What do you think our future will look like?” He asks, as if he hasn’t been asking the question hundreds of other times. But you don’t mind the question. It gives you reassurance when he says that he imagines his future with you, he won’t leave like last time– Although the last time you were the one who left.  But in a sense, sometimes it felt like he didn’t see himself having a future with you.

“I don’t know… What do you think it’ll look like?” You respond, mainly because you have no idea what your future will be like together. But you want the same things he wants… Except you’re not sure if they’ll happen. You know you’ll try everything in your power to make sure it happens. He tells you the same thing,

“Marriage. White picket fence, two kids. Spend the rest of our time together.” He answers, and that answer makes you smile. What kind of idiot wouldn’t smile like a complete and utter fool at that answer?

“You always have the same answer… I don’t know why you insist on asking the question almost every day.” You comment, and he chuckles. He grabs his glass of water and takes a sip before he speaks again,

“You never know. I just want to see if you’ve figured it out.” He says. You bring your lips together, trying to think of what to say. “Do you see yourself ever getting married to me?”

“Well… Yeah.” You shyly respond. You feel your face get warm, and you attempt to change the topic, but he doesn’t allow you.

“I love you so much…” He begins, and he reaches into his pocket to pull out the little black box. “And I know that we’ve only been dating for a short time… But I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Suguru…” You begin, watching his every move. His eyes wander around, searching for Shoko. When he sees her, he fights back a smirk before he continues. 

“I want to start off my day every day by waking up next to you. You’re the last person I want to see every night before bed. Please…” He gets out of his seat and takes a couple of steps before he gets down on one knee and opens the little box. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

You stare wide-eyed as your eyes shift between his face and the beautiful ring that he showcases. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Tears begin to flood your eyes, so many harsh memories coming back to your mind, but they’re quickly overshadowed by your love for him. Nothing that he has done can be so bad that your love won’t forgive him.

He begins to get worried when you don’t say anything. Not a single word. But you begin to nod, and relief washes over him. “Yes.”

You both stand up, and he puts the ring on your finger before your hands wrap behind his back, your lips meeting his. When he pulls away, your foreheads press against each other. There’s so many people around, but it feels like it’s just the two of you in the place.

“You have no idea how happy you make me.” Suguru says, and you smile like a fool.

Shoko watches the exchange, holding back tears. But she stands up from her seat and decides to walk away. She knew this would happen. She knew you’d accept his proposal. It was so stupid of her to think otherwise.

Maybe it just stings because she knows she wants that to be the two of you, but it could never be. Because as much as she loves you, you don’t love her back.

But she knew that.

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[f1uckinghell]

Max is cleaning out the house and finds his old school uniform, he puts it on as a bit of joke thinking maybe the alphas would get a kick out of it or something. He totally doesn't expect Charles being all over him, the uniform reminding him of all the firsts of Max's he took 🥵

(old ask, this is not exactly what you wanted but hey) this accidentally became a full oneshot, enjoy!

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Max is cleaning out the attic, and he finds a box of old clothes and takes them down to go through it, half to laugh about them, half for the nostalgia, and also because maybe Riley might like one or two of them.

There is tons of stuff that kind of makes him a little sad when he looks at them. Shirts in drab colors, cheap jeans he never liked wearing, formless sweaters to hide his figure.

„Mama, most of these are so…sad.“ Riley holds up a very ugly grey-striped knit jumper.

„Yeah… I was sad while wearing them.“ Max watches Riley toss it onto the donate-pile.

There is a divide in this box, though, between before and after- before, those are the colorless clothes, the ones that scream depression. After, they get more colorful. There is a t-shirt Charles made for him, it’s tie-dye with „bestie“ written on the chest.

„I like this one,“ Riley smiles, holding it up to his own body. Max was older than him when he wore it, so it still looks too big, but he’ll grow into it.

„What’s this?“ Riley pulls out a piece of fabric, and Max’s heart stops for a second. Riley holds it up, and the ugly, mid-length skirt unfolds „I thought you never wore skirts when you were younger!“

Max shudders at the memory of sitting in a restaurant wearing it, his father talking about him like he’s not there, alphas commenting on his figure and cooking skills like he’s a doll, Daniil sitting there not talking to him.

„I didn’t.“ He grabs it from Riley’s hand and tosses it onto the landfill-pile. Riley follows it with his eyes. „My father made me wear it once.“

He has a policy of not lying to his pups about feelings and his past, and Riley is old enough to understand. Immediately, his eyebrows furrow. „Well, fuck it then.“

It makes Max smile, the swear word included.

„Ohh, look!“ Riley reaches and pulls out something else.

It’s Max’s school uniform, a white button down, a fine wool-knit jumper, the pleated skirt. Riley coos at it. „That’s so vintage, I love it!“

Max snorts. „Vintage?“

It’s the last uniform he had for school, much too big for Riley. A flood of memories overcomes Max as Riley runs his fingers over the pleated skirt. „That must have looked so cute on you.“

„It did,“ Charles says from the doorway. He must have sneaked up on them, distracted as they.

„Maman, look!“ Riley beams, „Did you have one like this too?“

„Yeah, of course.“ Charles saunters over to them, his hand landing warmly on Max’s shoulder. „But I used to roll up the waistband so it looked shorter.“

That makes Riley giggle.

„I didn’t do that,“ Max tells him, „And neither should you.“ Although he knows Riley would never. He reminds Max of himself like that.

„Actually,“ Charles hums, „I think I still have my cheerleader uniform. I think it’s in the depths of my closet somewhere.“ As intentioned, Riley’s eyes light up immediately. „Can I go look for it?“

„Yeah! It should be on a hanger.“

Riley dashes off, leaving the two of them alone. Charles sinks down to the floor next to Max and surprises him with a kiss. Max purrs into it. He knows Charles is up to something, especially when he half-climbs into Max’s lap to straddle him.

„You should put it on,“ he purrs, kissing Max’s neck.

„What?“ It comes out squeakier than expected. When Max realizes Charles is referring to the school uniform, he shakes his head violently. „It won’t fit!“

„It will!“ Charles pulls away, looking at him with a glint in his eyes. „…please?“

„Why?“ Max asks, mildly bewildered by the intensity of this request. Slow heat is rising in the bottom of his stomach as Charles is grinding down on him. He wraps his arms around him and holds on to his thighs, squeezing lightly.

„Because…,“ Charles trails his fingertips up Max’s shoulders, „That’s what you were wearing for most of our first times.“

Max feels himself blush. „Oh!“

„Yeah… I still have very fond memories of fingering you under that skirt,“ Charles purrs with a smirk, his fingertips now running along the neckline of Max’s shirt. „…and of unbuttoning that shirt.“

Max is too stunned to speak, so he just tips his head up in an offer for a kiss. Charles takes the offer. It’s true, there were many, many times when they made out while Max was wearing this outfit. There are lots of memories attached to it; not many of them have to do with actual school.

They make out for a moment, right until there are footsteps on the staircase. Charles lets out a little groan and slowly slides off of Max’s lap, giving him a heated grin. Max also feels slightly out of breath.

Riley barges in, Charles’ old red and white cheerleading uniform in hand. „I found it!“

„Great!“ Charles rises to his feet. „I could try it on, see if it still fits me.“ He gives Max a wink, then tells Riley, „Your papa must have a matching alpha one somewhere.“ He holds the skirt up to his hips, and Max has to look away so he doesn’t blush even harder.

„You could have a Highschool dress-up party!“ Riley suggests innocently.

Charles gives Max a smirk and wiggles his hips, making the pleated skirt swing back and forth. „Yeah, maybe we should.“

[lightwoodbanethings]

Murrayed

AO3

Part two || part three || part four || part five

Oh hey, I wrote something based off of this post I made a while ago!

Keep reading for some Murray and Steddie shenanigans!

Things had calmed down since the final showdown with Vecna, at least calmed down in an ‘upside down’ sense. Hawkins had slowly been stitched back together and the community had rallied together in a way no one had expected, but had been pleasantly surprised by. The actual party was still as chaotic as ever, especially with the Hopper-Byers clan merging together and moving back to Hawkins. But things were normal, or as normal as they could be. 

Everyone had now been introduced to each other during the months that had followed saving the world and they were like one big, happy and dysfunctional family. Some were closer than others and some formed unexpected friendships. If anyone had told Robin half a year ago she’d consider Miss Nancy ‘the priss’ Wheeler a close friend, she would have laughed in their face. But here the girls were, having sleepovers and talking about unsolved crimes and their love for solving mysteries. Then of course there was Steve and Eddie, The King and The Freak respectively. Dustin had been over the moon about his two favourite older friends bonding, though a little annoyed at times that it meant they had less time for him.

Once the chaos after the ‘almost end of the world’ had settled, Murray had been invited to the Hopper-Byers housewarming BBQ and was very impressed with Hopper and Joyce’s new place. Due to everything that had happened in Hawkins the past few years, housing prices had plummeted and so the merged family had managed to get a really good deal on a beautiful home that had plenty of space for the family and guests. The backyard in particular was stunning, Joyce had planted bright rows of flowers and there was a decently sized pool and lounging area. 

As Murray arrived, almost everyone was already here and Hopper had already got the BBQ going and had made a start on the food. He was wearing a ridiculous apron that read ‘kiss the cook, but don’t touch the buns!’ and looked as though he was showing El how to cook using the grill. Murray couldn’t help but smile at the pair, Hopper seemed to be glowing with pride as El used a spatula to turn over one of the burger patties. 

“‘scuse me”

Murray stepped to the side to let a slightly disheveled Joyce pass, carrying a bowl of salad in her arms whilst grasping some spoons in one of her hands. He watched her place the salad bowl on a nearby table and put the spoons into what he assumed to be various dips. Murray could tell Joyce had been rushing around to set everything up and make it perfect, she didn’t even acknowledge him when she hurried back inside the house, presumably to grab more food. 

Jonathan and Argyle were sitting on the edge of the pool, Jonathan's trousers rolled up and Argyle in a pair of shorts as their feet dangled into the water. Will and Dustin were engaged in conversation whilst a confused looking Steve stood by them, arms folded across his chest and brows furrowed as though he was trying hard to follow the conversation. Max was laid on a sun lounger whilst Lucas sat at the bottom of it with her feet in his lap, resting on his hands that were stretched out behind him. Robin and Nancy were standing near a table of drinks chatting, though Robin mainly seemed to be the one doing the talking. Nancy didn’t seem to mind, smiling and nodding her head as she listened and watched Robin throw her arms around excitedly. Murray almost didn’t spot the youngest of the bunch floating on their back in the pool, Erica. The one who Murray, though he would never admit this to anyone, was low key terrified of but also made him rather proud at the same time. He was sure she was going to end up running the country at some point. 

He couldn’t spot the younger Wheeler sibling anywhere, which quite frankly he preferred. He could see how it was tearing Will up watching his best friend playing boyfriend (albeit it badly) to his sister. 

As Murray made his way over to the table of food, offering Hopper a curt nod on his way, his attention was suddenly brought back to the house as a boisterous figure entered the backyard through the patio doors.

“Don’t worry folks, your jester has arrived!” and with a dramatic bow, Eddie Munson had arrived at the BBQ. 

Even in the middle of the scolding summer, the young man was still wearing his battle vest over his t-shirt (though his t-shirt did at least have short sleeves) and ridiculously tight black jeans.

Murray rolled his eyes and went to put his attention back on the food but as he glanced over he noticed something. Dustin was gesturing and calling for Eddie to come over with a big grin on his face and little Byers was smiling towards him too, but their reactions weren’t what stood out to Murray. Oh no. It was Steve Harrington’s reaction that caught his eye. As the charismatic metal head made his way over, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He had relaxed his arms and let them fall to his sides and had the most genuine smile on his face. Murray recognised the sparkle in his eyes as Eddie ruffled both the younger boys' hair before moving in to hug Steve. The hug lasted on the side of a little bit too long and Steve continued to smile brightly and keep his focus on Eddie as his little proteges brought him into their conversation. 

Murray let out a little sigh and shook his head as he smiled to himself, he reached into the pocket of his shorts and took out a small flask. 

“Here we go again…” he muttered to himself before throwing his head back and taking a big glug from the liquid in the flask. 

[c-cw-f-saeko]

tell me your name (tesso and seonhee headcanons 2/3)

they moved out of the way so i could take a picture of mt. fuji -> loose recreation of this image 

hi !! i thought i’d finish this tesso and seonhee (separate and together) headcanon masterpost. it covers their individual backstory, how they met and how their relationship grew.

btw i made another headcanon masterpost about the liumang here 🤩 it wouldn't be a bad idea to read it before this one !

i warn that this is the ultimate yapping session LOL so it's long and very image heavy OOPS! there are more than 30 images, i wanted to add more but will stop there for now. check the bottom of the post for some straightforward headcanons (and a TLDR).

also, please pretend the entire timeline makes sense.....i won't beat myself over ageless characters not fitting 100% with documented events 😭 (imo seonhee is 34 and tesso is 37 currently) nvm my guess for seonhee but tesso is surely 37

also, the two fics i wrote heavily tie to this (don't mind the last one). i won't say you need to read them to understand, but i recommend reading them (BC I COOKED!) it'll be linked when needed.

- wang tielin

not completely accurate because he shouldn't have his scars but i'm too lazy to re-do the texture from scratch... sorry tielin 💔

birth name is wang tielin

born in japan. lived in the countryside with his uncle for the longest he could remember.

vowed to his childhood friend to live on the straight and narrow no matter what (hahaha)

a promise to keep was to become rich and share with their family when they grow up.

went to school just because, but had no plans nor dreams in particular. never stirred trouble.

was always kinda bland, but made an effort to become and dress "cooler" after coming to kamurocho (look at the fit please 😭 it was definitely a phase). this is part of the stuff tesso left behind (including his real name). would've preferred no one he knows today met him during that time.

zhao tried time and time again to make tesso show him pictures of him when he was younger but tesso claims to have none. zhao even got seonhee on the task and was ready to put down a good chunk of cash to make it happen. unfortunately for him, tesso was a nobody that truly came out of nowhere according to the geomijul (seonhee just lied 🤩 sorry tianyou).

-> long before the liumang

he came from some city in the country side where nothing really happens. his aunt and uncle took care of him and sent went to school. he was expected to take on his uncle’s restaurant since he was helping out from time to time and that’s what his uncle wanted anyway. 

how can i put it… as long he found a way to feed himself and have a roof over his head, he didn’t have a goal to attain (like a goal career or whatever). he had no aspirations as in “i guess i’ll live” 😍 

though, he had a close friend called liwei. they spent most of their time at school and outside together doing whatever. unlike tesso, liwei had big dreams of finally making it out go the “boring” countryside and establishing himself in a big city, becoming the wealthiest person of his family to provide for his parents. he had a passion about going to especially kamurocho because it was the complete opposite of their current lives. tesso's response to liwei was mostly -> “i support you!” he kinda admired liwei for having determined ambition. 

-> a bit before the liumang 

though, liwei ended up getting killed because a hit was ordered by a bunch of strangers on seemingly the wrong person. not a lot of clues were left behind, but tesso was adamant about it being a mistake since the two of them always swore on being on the straight and narrow (ironically).

so, tesso decided to leave his hometown in the countryside to find out what happened, who killed liwei and how the mix-up happened in the first place.

it lead him to many big cities (like kamurocho) though he navigated a bit clumsily with his words (talking a bit too carelessly about “i’m looking for such such that killed such and such, not knowing the type of place he was getting into), tesso ends up getting jumped by the local chinese mafia at least twice 😭 the clues he finds leads him into yokohama and bro gets jumped again 😭

all to figure out the true culprit was guys from yokohama's chinatown and going up front to them was the worst idea ever. instead, he joins the liumang (at first for refuge as outsider chinese people were vulnerable to trouble between seiryu/liumang and liumang/chinatown). then, in hopes of giving another meaning to his life and eventually seek justice for liwei’s murder.

-> in the liumang 

won't go too much in detail here, but tesso ends up being recruited personally by zhao as a liumang officer through a fight - given the exploit of him being able to scratch his jacket with his claws (and zhao scratched his face across his nose and cheeks with his sabre 😍)

- sakura, the number one hostess

long ago in kamurocho, seonhee used to be an hostess called sakura. remnants of the jingweon mafia rejected by mainland and local koreans (that later formed the geomijul) survived  the best they could with low-level information dealing. they used cabaret clubs to get info out of the local population. 

moving left and right with her mother, it was lucrative enough for her to be able to fend for the two of them — even if it was temporary, she would be doing it until they’d be able to find some sort of stability. 

eventually, the cabaret club was disbanded due to more prominent gangs taking over kamurocho, basically forcing the geomijul out of the city (to later end up yokohama).

in the move, the geomijul was very unstable; most members falling into despair as they were forced out of of home one more time.

seonhee was one of the few people to step up to rally the remaining people together. if they were wavering in the faith of surviving their predicament, the geomijul wouldn't even survive. she did everything she could to make sure fellow members wouldn't walk astray and find them a new home.

being one of people that proposed lodging the geomijul between the seiryu clan and the liumang and reprise their information dealing activities. it was through her sheer determination and in the success of securing the geomijul in yokohama that seonhee was made leader (despite being that young and a woman) jumping over all the oldheads.

fun fact, after leaving the cabaret club, she vowed to herself to never do that type of work ever again.

- meeting for the first time in kamurocho

bro came dressed like that to the luxury club 😭 first timer spotted!! fresh meat here!!!!!!

one promise he made to himself was to realize one of liwei’s dreams, no matter how futile it was. so, he gathered most of his money and decided to light it up for one night in kamurocho in his honour. he ended up going to the first cabaret club he laid eyes on - the one owned by the geomijul.

given the way he was dressed (lol) and the fact he had never been in the city before, seonhee (the number one hostess at the time) was tasked of  tending his table. she usually handled the most "suspicious" customers. 

that's what she thought at first, but past their initial talk, she really did find out he was just young random dude trying out the cabaret clubs for the first time. 

“is it your first time here?” “yeah, there isn’t stuff like this where i live” and so on. funny enough, he turned the conversation back on her a lot so she could ramble about the city and the type of work she did (life in the countryside is boring and uneventful anyway). it caused her to indirectly talk about the geomijul — tesso couldn’t know, her words still applied to the cabaret club dynamic. “the streets are competitive so we are working hard to stay on top!” and how teamwork was the most important thing at the end of the day, etc.

they had a good time talking and tesso was glad to find out city girls were so friendly. he had the impression that he’d be eaten alive, but he was doing ok so far. 

he touched briefly on the real reason he visited kamurocho (thought to himself it would defeat the purpose to not mention it). though, seonhee was smart to not make him linger on the subject by proposing to toast in his honor. tesso agreed, he was there to celebrate and she had made the right call. 

[sorry for the lack of continuity here but i can't being myself to write more atm. will evetually expand that part into a fic.]

- meeting for the second time in yokohama

tesso was always one of the officers zhao relied on the most. for example, he was leading the men sent by zhao after nanba through the city.

so, after mabuchi's overturned coup-d'etat and seonhee taking over the liumang, zhao named tesso as the most reliable man under him and could definitely provide great support in mending the geomijul and liumang together - zhao assured seonhee she could rely on tesso to bridge the two factions.

seonhee was quick to recognize tesso right away, thinking hard about where she had seen such a familiar face before - and the options were very little. it didn't take long for her to realize that it was the same guy she met at the cabaret club years ago. she thought about playing it cool and pretending they never met before, "he probably forgot anyway" and it's not like she looks exactly the same as she did. but she couldn't really shake off the possibility of him remembering. still, she plays it off in front of zhao

for as long as tesso remembers, the geomijul was a very secretive organization and most liumang didn't even know who the boss was and what they looked like. so he rolled with the assumption of having never met them before. so, of course, when he officially met seonhee for the first time, he didn't recognize her. at least at first 😭

- the underworld post mabuchi

because of fusion of the underworld, there was a lot of re-structuring to (such as combining certain cashflows, identifying businesses to assign new leaders to look after them, etc.) it was challenging especially after mabuchi basically left the liumang in shambles and with a lot of defecting members.

tesso helped out sorting out the mess with seonhee personally; it was easier to go through everything with someone that new the ordeal from top to bottom (thanks to zhao). the little time they had was dedicated to fixing the whole organization. at that time, seonhee relegated a lot of leading responsibilities to joongi while tesso did the same with his subordinates.

that's all it was; hours in a corner of the geomijul (usually in the middle of the night) sorting through hundred of files.

at first, it was awkward. tesso had never seen who led the geomijul before and the reality was very far from this expectations. starting at the fact he didn't even thought the geomijul had a woman at its head because of the rumours running the liumang. a detail zhao never bothered bringing up before they met.

zhao's funky and malleable nature was replaced by something more rigid, stern at times but always stood on business. it was different, but tesso went along with it. her style was definitely gonna bring the liumang and geomijul back on its feet.

still, he spoke to her with the same clumsiness as he did with zhao. distant in his words, just like a subordinate should be to its leader. she didn't mind, especially when she did most of the talking anyway.

that's how their routine was at the start: meet, sort documents, leave — there wasn't anything else more to it.

but, something didn't feel quite right.

the more he heard her talk, the more he was sure to have met her before. the words she used, her tone... it felt so familiar. and he had plenty of time to think about it. there was no doubt, she definitely was that girl from the cabaret club...

he kept it to himself and vowed to pretend he's mistaken. the last thing he could do was to bring it up first and be wrong. he would continue to behave the same as he ever did. given their circumstances, he could assume she had left her old life behind as well.

though, irony seeped from his pores, it was stronger than him. the coincidence was a bit humorous; the two of them meeting again with different names and under these unlikely circumstances. he kept his stun under wraps - or at least tried to.

from lingering gazes when she wasn't looking to the way she held herself, tesso recalled the selfless woman he met long ago in kamurocho. despite the heavy facade she always wore, she played it off well, how, in the midst of her words, always passed others before herself.

even with her bolder style, and it's not like she changed much: she was still as beautiful as ever and had that unwavering aura fit of a born leader.

perhaps, he had made his realization too obvious.

ever since zhao presented tesso to seonhee, she knew they had met before. thus, sat quietly with the intent of pretending she was someone else. however, tesso's demeanour changed out of the blue. he seemed a bit more awkward and careful in his words.

though, seonhee resigned on pretending. "tesso? is that how you call yourself these days?" shortly followed with his real name. she asks, chuckling a bit. perhaps, he could've picked something more subtle. he did abandon his birth name for this alias he wasn't really sure whom give it to him. but it doesn't really matter. it just meant was a completely different man now.

it was a bit ironic; they are able to have to shy laugh about it, the ice is starting to melt between them.

- the bridge between the geomijul and yokohama liumang

overall, the union between the geomijul and liumang was welcome by its members. given the situation they both were in - one left without a leader and the other very vulnerable to outside threats. it was worth leaving residual animosity behind and cooperate for the sake of keeping yokohama safe.

so, antagonists to seonhee taking over after zhao were far and between - mainly geomijul oldheads (like seo hancheol 😍 rip bozo) and the few remaining mabuchi enjoyers (like zheng because yes in this timeline bro didn’t get banished out of yokohama).

so, not only did tesso assist seonhee in the merge of the two groups, but he kinda became for the liumang what joongi is for the geomijul: the first commander under the leader and first rep for the liumang. so, in case of trouble or any reference needed from geomijul members, they could ask him if needed. tesso is known to get along with younger folks (canon) so it helps a lot!

overall, the underworld is structured like this:

- factions subordinates (tesso and the geomijul)

yeona calls tesso liumang oppa 😭 she's the one that got tesso to read manga

i feel like yeona would get along well with these two LOL she can get info on joongi from tesso since they work on another level (joongi hides his cringy side from his subordinates). also, she tends to tease seonhee a bit about not being single anymore 😭 in a little sister-big sister type of way. bc like it's not like they ever announced anything, but yeona just picks up on vibes like that 😭 there's banter between seonhee and her, but it's in good faith!! there are so little women in the geomijul, so yeona made sure to stick with

"seonhee unnie, that's your boyfriend isn't it?" she didn't say that, but her eyes kinda did 😭 yeona always knows when something is up about her big sister. this whole exchange happened while tesso was reading his notes LOL 😭

well kinda... because now that seonhee is taken, han-sama (joongi) can stop worrying about seonhee's relationship status.

- advisor to advisor (tesso and joongi)

"Tha- That's not possible! She couldn't have a boyfriend! Some random man from who-knows-where!?" (direct canon quote istg 😭)

"some random man from who-knows-where" that's literally what tesso was to joongi for awhile. 

of course, he knew tesso was one of the closest subordinates of zhao. but he wanted to dig out his history as much as he could before even asking zhao about it. surprise came when he didn’t find much out of the geomijul surveillance system — there was no way to know for sure how nor when he got in the city. however, joongi was adamant about not asking seonhee about it just yet. 

sure, tesso and seonhee never announced they were together (for a very long time). but joongi picked up the smallest changes of seonhee's demeanour and her mannerisms. she tried her best to conceal it, but nothing went past his eye. and it was very clear to him... seonhee was indeed dating that random man.

at first, it was veiled concern but joongi believed seonhee could do better. he thought seonhee could aim for someone more or at least just as good looking than him (im sorry LOL but exhibit A) and someone as refined as her and not so… contradictory in looks and personality (tesso looks rough with a lot of distinctive features but is rather simple). so, first impression wise, it was off to a rocky start. 

despite being the two most important members of the geomijul and liumang, joongi and tesso didn’t really get along. tesso thought joongi was arrogant and preferred dealing with his subordinates instead (like yeona with whom he was able to work well with). 

“don’t mind han-sama. he’ll get over it eventually…” tesso still has no clue what she means by that

the impression of tesso and joongi not getting along wasn't setting a good example for the fellow geomijul and liumang members. while tesso was unsure about the whole thing, joongi struggled moving on for a bit. even seonhee wasn't sure of what was going on between the two.

it took yeona telling on joongi's business back to seonhee for her to set the record straight. no one knows for sure what she has said, but their short discussion was followed by a shy apology from joongi, blaming the geomijul's eternal lack of trust of others for his behaviour and vowed to be as reliable as ever. actually, that was a move from seonhee where she wouldn't let a reason so petty cloud joongi and tesso's relationship further. it was better if tesso didn't know (lol).......

in joongi's opinion, there was too many red flags or dubious points about tesso and couldn’t figure out where nor when they even met (as seonhee never mentioned him before). so, everything came to him as a surprise. 

deep down, the hurt joongi felt was because seonhee didn’t tell him about it first when they shared pretty much everything. he took it as a sign of being unworthy of her trust. understanding it didn’t come from malice, joongi slowly opened up to tesso - it was iffy at first, there was still moments when he was a bit rude despite him. it took time, but joongi trusted seonhee in her decision and agreed that tesso wasn’t so bad after all (“albeit a bit goofy and doesn’t have a presentation as neat as I do”). all that mattered at the end of the day was seonhee’s wellbeing and she seems happy. bro got over himself…

- relationship ladder

(i'm not gonna extend myself too much on this but) the particular thing about them is how the closer they got, the place to work on business changed as well.

this is the fish shop next to eomoni's vow 😭

it started at the corner of the geomijul but surely became eomoni's vow (which is just my first fic LOL) - right at the time when the city was as calm as ever and the liumang and geomijul were combined together. members were more comfortable walking the streets so the need to remain miles of tunnels under the surface wasn't as needed.

still, they usually met in the middle of the night to work on stuff, but just end up eating and drinking the hours away. they got in the habit of playing mahjong against each-other singing karaoke on rare occasion (amongst other things).

next location is qing jin.

omg bro with the three piece suit 😭

it's upgrade from eomoni's vow since the top floor has a dress code 😍 you have to be put together to get in there so dresses and dress shirts are a must.

tesso debated for awhile before inviting her. it was a bit of a bold move, but he knew qing jin would be more of her taste (more spacious, luxurious and an entire different palate) AND it was still very private.

tesso actually picked the artwork (see the tomato picture below) and the room divider is from lin lin

they went a few times, and that was then tesso told seonhee about zhao's apartment complex and eventually advanced the idea to share a spot there. won't go over the details again LOL but you get the idea 🤩

knowing she'd be coming, tesso leaves her sweets 🥹 he's usually more busy on foot (you know assassination quests 🤩), but will drop by before she does if he has other stuff to do for the day.

seonhee definitely spends more time there since she doesn't have to be out carrying missions out on the streets and enjoys the privacy. it's seemingly normal when compared to the gloominess of the geomijul and restaurant row.

- trip to kyoto

this is basically the fic i wrote last year - tesso and seonhee go on a trip to kyoto. (PLEASE READ IT I COOKED!!! 😭) the fic in a nutshell:

i am kidding of course

despite being a higher ranked officer with more responsibilities, he’s always stuck at the “uhhhh taking some time off like that kinda feels unfair” but was bullied convinced by zhao to take some anyway. yokohama had been peaceful for awhile now and his subordinates could run well without him around for a few days.

so take the bullet train to osaka only to come back three days and four nights later. notably, they visit the nonomiya shrine (the shrine of love woooooooohooooo, no it is actually!), tesso dedicates her a poem and they stay in a machiya.

funny enough, i managed to make 3d models pretty close to the original drawings (iykyk) so it's fun!

pretty!!!!!!!!! 😭

- miscellaneous

funny thing they do -> rock paper scissors and they talk to each-other the native tongue of whoever wins for a day. seonhee tends to win often; she's just built like that.

during yua's first year at seiryo, tesso and seonhee attended the parent-student meeting together in place of her uncle (yua's legal guardian at the time). to meet sawa-sensei (yes she lived).

negative trait

tesso : can be too passive | seonhee : lacks humility

positive trait 

tesso: dependable | seonhee: diligent 

strength against the other

tesso: resistant to dominatrix energy | seonhee: resistant to tianyou

their weakness coming from the other

tesso: her cute mannerisms | seonhee: him calling her a specific petname (b......ba......omg i can't [dies of cringe])

serious complaint about the other

tesso: sacrificing health for the sake of fashion | seonhee: sleeps too little

unserious complaint about the other 

tesso: lacks stamina | seonhee: grandpa mannerisms at 37

random quirk

tesso: can fall asleep anywhere | seonhee: rarely laughs from her the pit of her stomach

karaoke? 

seonhee: enjoys anything from koda kumi | tesso: either tone deaf or decent, nobody knows… won’t do anything more than adlibs

hobby they got because of the other

tesso: skincare | seonhee: gardening

seonhee enjoys growing tomatoes, amongst other things. on his part, tesso grows nappa cabbages somewhere on a rooftop in restaurant row (mostly for kimchi ofc).

hobby they don’t share

tesso: shopping | seonhee: running

hobby they tried together for the first time

dancing (thank you yagami)

seonhee is pissed bc yagami made them do something really hard as a tryout. it's not easy, but it's simple at least so they managed!

thing they do when sick

tesso: eats lemons like oranges | seonhee: drinks tea with every single aromatic she can find (ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, peppercorns, etc.)

last thing they fought about

seonhee being frustrated at tesso’s reluctance to take over the liumang, leading her to talk ill of zhao’s ways of leadership. though, seonhee is too proud to apologize first and they didn’t talk to each other for two weeks. even zhao and saeko picked up on the fact they were kinda avoiding each other. 

one thing they struggled with

(especially tesso at the start) treat each-other on equal footing. he was kinda confused at how to behave, whether to be or to not be subservient, like.....

not that it was his second nature, but that's what he used to for the longest time. so, he didn't mind at all.

seonhee was a bit frustrated at the need to spell it out, but it was better that way. at least, everything was clear between them from that point on.

for zhao's costume party [i'll write about this later? maybe?]

(actually seonhee convinced tesso but) they did matching costumes of leon kennedy and ada wong from RE.

TL;DR: i think there are moments when seonhee shares more of herself to someone on equal footing, moments where she's more vulnerable and has room to step away from her idolized self.

i think there are moments when tesso has to put himself first, moments when he must learn to not overextend himself at his own expense.

despite the unlikely circumstances and complicated conditions, i think they would be able to do that together. tesso and seonhee are polar opposites on so many things and i think they can learn a lot from each-other.

i'll make another post with all different outfits they had soon because the volume of models i made 😭

next headcanon post is either going to be ichitesso on dondoko island or yua.....idk yet........

and yes in my book miku was on dondoko island LOL

and before you ask, yes i smoke crack! thank you for coming to my ted talk!

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I’m about to ramble why I think Rei works better as a Bottom than Kazuki is. They might as well switch, but this post might not be going deeper on that. As well as to clarify this is from a shipper pov.

Many people dislike Bottom Rei just because He has a cold attitude and resemblances the stereotypical father figure. But also because they want to break the well-known: “shorter and slimmer grumpy guy” over-used BL troupe. I do understand that. However, at doing that, many other fall in the cliché of placing Kazuki as the bottom just because he enjoys doing activities stereotypically associated with women, such as cooking, cleaning or being fond of children. Which is, I think, a very sexist argument and I’m glad the writers are doing a great not, amazing job with this character. He is very comfortable with his colorful yet masculine style, which doesn’t only display on his outfits but also in his furniture choices (because yeah, at this point it’s canon he made almost all the decoration in Rei’s flat). But at the same time, has a feminine spot, because he literally choose almost all of Miri outfits and wow, they are very cute and stylish.

I don’t care if they themselves call him “The mom”, because is more like a joke about this specific topic, more like: “let’s make a male character that can break gender rolls without making him act or look girly, but adding many troupes that people will laugh about because they remind them a mother figure and many situations they themselves have gone through. Let’s just show the world that men doesn’t have to be pleased with helping the minimum in the house or when taking care of the children, where both parent should be doing equally.” Coming back to Rei, in my opinion him being the bottom might even deep the plot concerning his OFF and ON modes and all about the Suwa family legacy: His OFF mode represents everything his father despites and works as a antonym of the “ very masculine and elegant cold-blooded hitman”. Where being placed in a submissive position is just unacceptable for the image of Superiority and dominance a future Boss must display. I will always see the Father-son conversation in chapter 8 as subtext of a homophobic Father and his gay son. (Or at least that’s what you can see on media). All about continuing the legacy is literally Shigeki telling Rei to have blood-related children of his own with of course a high class girl that might as well be involved in their world and share their vision, like the daughter of an associated gang. Just for this old piece of sht to discover that his own blood might actually prefer other men company. Which is also implied in the scene when he talks sht about Kazuki. Just for it to be even more suspicious when Rei immediately defended him with such emotion in his voice. (he even refers Kazuki by his name). Miserably destroying his façade about hadn’t made any personal attachments. At that point it was clear to me his father didn’t bite a bit of what Rei had said.

I also hold the headcanon that Rei took after his mother, and my as well be a reason for his father being so cruel to him, especially when he was younger and the resemblance was stronger. Plus adding the fact that, even though he see many of Kazuki’s plans as dumb or stupid, he goes along with them, even when it’s obvious he could reduced him at any moment, he lets Kazuki handle him around and invade his personal space. This guy is touch-starved and enjoys being taken care of and seem pretty comfortable having someone else taking the lead, although he might first die before admitting it.

Just to finish this mess, apart from the mother – malewife jokes, there is nothing that can convince me of Kazuki being the bottom. Yeah, these are anime clichés, but even between all the broken ones, I feel the staff did saved the physixal ones (height difference, body shape), plus the fact that Kazuki is the only one to be shown interested in being in relationships where he tops (obviously with women). Or when his relationship with Rei and Miri is compared as his with Yuzuko and the unborn baby. Of course Rei was also compared with his mentor, where Kazuki might as well resembled his wife. But chapter 7 did went deeper with the comparisons.

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Mineko Old Art Dump, Cont.

Part 2 of 2 :

Now, time for info!

So, for starters: her name. As mentioned multiple times by now, her name is Asano Mineko, as in 峯子. Whereas Karma gets his kanji from their mother (my OC Kuniko) and Gakushuu gets his partially from their father, Mineko gets the remaining two from both. I was trying to see if there was a similar “updated” thing with Gakuhou’s second kanji (like how 学 is derived from 學), but that doesn’t seem to be the case from what I could find. So even though I don’t need to explain why they did that for Gakushuu and Mineko, I came up with one anyway: it’s a trade-off. Gakushuu keeps the reading over the exact kanji, and Mineko keeps the exact kanji over the reading (Mineko was always the plan, though; not fond of “Houko”, especially for her).

I also mentioned this before, but since I’m dumping quite a bit of info about her here, I’ll mention it once more: Mineko’s the middle child, with her birthday being January 1st, just like her younger brother. In these AUs, Karma could be born on the same day, or he could still be born on Christmas—both ways are possible, though I have a slighter preference for the former for some reason.

Before I get into her personality a little, lemme explain some of the drawings. Only some things. The rest will definitely be mentioned in a character sheet—or before: if I happen to draw it again before it gets done, I’ll probably talk about it at least a bit. Let’s go in order now, shall we?

So, um, height? Mineko’s tall, but idk, I feel like I made her too tall in that Until Dawn AU sketch (she’s not in the AU officially, but I do think about her in it from time to time. And jeez, I need to post about that AU some more…). Either that, or I made Rio too short. Like, idk, year 3 Mineko is 5’6” (167 cm), and she’ll be 5’8” (172 cm) at her tallest.

Second: er, you know that sketch that looks like she’s holding a large ice cream cone in a weird way? Uh, yeah, that’s supposed to be a telescope ^^;;; I just never got around to adding the tripod… or, like, referencing an actual telescope instead of from memory, oops. I might actually turn that into a proper post, but no plans as of the moment. But yeah, anyway: Mineko loves astronomy, and one of her favorite hobbies is star-gazing.

Another one of her favorites that I feel like mentioning now, too, is she loves listening to and composing music—mainly instrumentals/orchestral music. She’s the kinda girl you’d invite to an opera, haha (though, not romantically; she’s aroace. The main reason why this is is because I did not want to end up making an OC to pair with her (this has happened multiple times before with others, so this is a way of me putting my foot down with her, haha). That, and it kinda references the fact that at some point in time I headcanoned Karma and Gakushuu as aroace. Though, I still do personally see them being somewhere on the spectrum. But yeah, she aroace).

Then that one sketch where the art style’s very different from the rest—I’m actually not too fond of it anymore, especially the face, but I thought to include because I like the rest of the sketch and especially because—you know that art style I dub my doodle style? The one where the nose connects to the upper lip, and if the mouth’s open, I add a bottom lip? The one I introduced Mineko in? Yeah, fun fact: this sketch was the start of that art style. It’s changed a lot since, but perhaps I wouldn’t have drawn in it were it not for Mineko, haha.

Last thing before I get to her personality and stuff: I’ll mention something about the traditional sketches. Idk if you can tell, but Mineko is a huge junk-foodie—a sucker for fast food. She still keeps track of healthy food, for the most part—but yeah, she’d never turn down fast food, haha. Also, regarding the water: she’s more likely to casually see food in a “romantic light” than she ever is people, haha.

Speaking of, I headcanon both Karma and Gakushuu as good cooks—they can whip up something decent, at least, haha. Mineko on the other hand has no such interest. She’s got her brothers, after all. She doesn’t see a reason to… until she grows up, and her brothers are living their lives, and she realizes she’s got no one to cook for her anymore… Welp, fast food and restaurants have never left her down before, haha.

Ok, now I’ll finally discuss her personality a bit… well, traits? I wanna talk about her intelligence first. She’s a very smart girl, being in 3-A, but she’s not as smart as her brothers and has to try harder to somewhat be on the same level grade-wise—definitely not touching the virtuosos, but 3-A all the same. She also participates in extracurriculars but not nearly as many as Gakushuu—she can only handle so much.

But while she knows she may not have as high an IQ as her brothers, she very much believes she has a higher EQ than them. And to her credit, she does, but probably not by nearly as much as she thinks. See, she’s emotionally repressed, too—don’t let that smile fool you, haha.

For one, she doesn’t like conflict and does her best to smooth things over when/if she can, play the middle man (she likes to think of herself as a bridge, connecting two conflicting sides (especially her brothers; she also likes to say that’s the reason why she’s shorter than them, as (certain types of) bridges tend to dip below the two points they’re connecting, haha. Just a silly thought she likes to muse)). She likes fixing conflicts but would never intentionally start any. Cautious of stepping on toes.

That’s always why she tries her best to plaster on a smile regardless of how she feels—everything’s fine, don’t you know? She’s completely happy with her circumstances; don’t ever worry otherwise! She should be more worried about you than you about her! But yeah, she’ll either only let it slip should a situation get too stressful that she can’t keep it up or if she believes she’s all by herself. All that said, she’s usually fine. Usually. It’s just… when she isn’t…

Also, this girlie’s got major trust issues and is a misanthrope (Gakuhou’s her dad; enough said). She does believe that, of course, not all of humanity is bad. It’s just… she doesn’t trust individuals, especially the more friendly seeming ones. She’s been raised in a family of masks, adorning one herself, so she has no clue whether someone is being genuinely kind or not. It’s just easier for her not to trust them rather than be let down. Everyone’s got hidden agendas, it seems.

And while she’s friendly and polite to everyone regardless of her suspicions—even when there’s blatant evidence she’s right. Because she wants to be kind and helpful regardless. And again, she kinda believes most are like that anyway. Proof is just more of a confirmation of something she believes already—and while most would find her company agreeable, she currently doesn’t have any friends outside her brothers. And nor does she care to. She doesn’t see what she’s missing. Why would you hang out with someone who’s potentially fake? While helpful, she tries to make herself scarce whenever she can.

But yeah, the only way she’ll ever make friends is through a whole lot of interaction; she needs to be able to build up that trust and feel safe. Being close to her brothers is a good start, but she’ll still be wary for a good while. Not something easy, essentially, and could take years. Hence, no friends as of the moment.

Er, yeah, I guess that’ll be all I’ll share for the moment. Ended up being a lot longer than I thought, but I don’t feel like cutting anything either. So yeah; here is she! I adore her, so I hope you like her, too, or find her interesting at least ^^

I feel like you know about her more than the other OCs I’ve already revealed when they’ve been out for a couple years now. Oops ^^;;

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

holiday insanity asks (now I've got Virtual Insanity stuck in my head :'D )

what are your thoughts on chess? are you any good?

what about american football - does it tickle your fancy?

when brushing your teeth, do you start with the top row or the bottom row?

carrots: are there any meals they elevate for you, or do they just fill out the roster?

have you ever hugged someone and wanted to never let go?

thoughts on paper? (be it paper-so-thick-it's-almost-card, glossy paper, old-book-paper, freshly-opened-ream-of-printer-paper, tissue paper, fancy-notebook-paper). Have you ever used special paper as part of a specialist role like idk what paper architects use to draw out building diagrams on but I feel like that stuff's gotta be pretty fancy

do you especially like candles?

are there any interactions with birds you especially appreciate, either recently or when you were younger?

any resolutions for 2024?

have you noticed how the clouds at night seem to be lighter than the sky on one side, and darker than the sky on the other side? like a criss-crossing of two gradients.

secret handshakes - are they all their cracked up to be?

when was the last time you smelt the smell of lavender?

do you have a cooking oil of choice?

[ID:

Jonathan Frakes on the set of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, looking into the camera inquisitively, while sat at a table full of household objects. The dark and vaguely gothic set behind him is washed out by bright floor lights pointing up at the camera.

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started typing a buncha questions & then it started to feel like Jonathan Frakes Asks You Things so I reformatted some of the early questions :D feel free to ignore as many as you like - including all of them if you feel so inclined - hope you have a restful next few days <3

i can always count on you to send asks lol <3

thoughts on chess? hey it's fun, it's a cool game, but holy shit there are some overly competitive people out there. i love creative chess set designs tho.

american football? let me be clear: i grew up in the american south - american football was all anyone talked about. do i understand any of it? no. do i enjoy it? also no. will i take any opportunity to get free food? yes, and so i ended up going to a lot of superbowl parties. i don't like the sport however.

brushing teeth? i actually got up and went to brush my teeth so i could answer this question. turns out i start on the bottom left.

carrots? okay i gotta be honest i have a hard time getting behind the texture of carrots. i think it's because of that thing where a the force to bite through a carrot is similar to how much you need to bite through a finger? anyway the only thing i can really eat them in is something where they match the shape of the food around them (like long strips of them in soba noodles or shavings of them in rice are two things i can get behind)

have you ever hugged someone and never wanted to let go? literally any time anyone genuinely hugs me. (not those silly family greeting hugs - i hate those). but like if someone gives me a hug goodbye, or just out of affection, i physically have to be removed from the hug because i wont let go on my own. (im so goddamn touch starved but we're not gonna talk about it)

paper? christ dude i fucking cherish paper. it's such a mentally ill english major thing to say, but i love the texture of rough paper. i've never used special paper for anything (aside from maybe fancy paper in art class) but i absolutely love homemade paper. it's got such Texture and it's so nice to smell and touch and write in. any paper that isn't perfectly smooth, or has texture is so so good imo

candles? i love candles!! fire is so rad, and i love to use smells as a sensory transition from one project/task to the next. candles, diffusers, gum, and cooking are some of my personal favourite ways to do that.

birds? one of my only memories from when i was younger was talking to a bird outside my window. i just imitated it and it would respond, and this happened all the time. i love birds (as long as they aren't big. fuck that one bird in particular at the zoo) also i fucking love crows.

2024 resolutions? i want to find people to care for. (heads up: deep personal shit) i'm finally in a position socially where im able to be authentic and caring with myself, and now i can turn that care outwards. i've spent the last ~4 years extremely closed off, and im around new people now and want to change that. i don't know if this goal will manifest in a romantic relationship or just deep friendships, but i want to take care of people and make them feel loved in a way i never had.

clouds? YES. dont even get me started on clouds, i love them so much and i find this fascinating.

secret handshakes? i feel like a major part of the handshake is that you show it off to other people, and therefore it's not really secret. i've had my fair share though, so i can't hate on them too much.

last time you smelled lavender? literally right now. like i said, very smell-sensory-oriented, and i have a candle burning right now that has lavender in it.

do you have a cooking oil of choice? i don't use a lot of things that require oil as a major ingredient specifically, so if i just need to have something in the pan i'll actually try to use butter if the food is okay with that. otherwise, i'll kind of just use whatever i have.

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CONGRATS JI ON 700 FOLLOWERS WOOHOO!1!!11! this calls for a huge celebration. 💯 i read the rules for your match-up event, and i'm warning you in advance. this is my first time participating in an event, so please dm me if i messed up. (　-̥̥̥◞ω◟-̥̥̥ )

name is phia. i like playing the piano, catching up with old friends, cute & pastel things, etc. my personality type is enfj1w9 (we also dm from time to time, so i think you have an idea of how i can be off of tumblr 💯). i'm female. straight. ^^

my love language is gift-giving. i like making gifts for my friends, buying my younger cousins toys with any money i have on me, and i pour my heart out in writing my loved ones' letters. i prefer cheek kisses over any other kind of kisses. i like pda. i can be a bit of a crybaby and sometimes impatient (bottom line is: i'm sensitive 😞).

also, i'd like the match-up to be someone from hq. ^^

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE, JI. ;D

I MATCH YOU UP WITH...

SUGAWARA KOSHI! "crap... i might just cry."

(pls that quote is so irrelevant but i thought of it bc u said u can be a bit of a crybaby)

moving on

UGS WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE WHOLESOME COUPLE

hes a very comforting (mommy) guy, and when you start crying, he knows just what to say and do to make you feel better! soothing words, a hand up and down your back, says and does just the right things to make wtv ur crying abt seem like the most important thing in the world

"you are so important to me, and (insert wtv u were crying abt here) is just as important. you are not a burden. (some comforting words specific to the scenario here) i love you so much, okay? please, come to me with your problems. i promise ill welcome them with open arms." or smth like that

additionally, as much as we love rintaro or tsukki and simp over them and write fics abt them they are NASTY BITCHES. its all in good fun when you write abt it, but smth like that irl might make me u cry LMFAOO. (we're the same person in that sense, phia.) he always makes sure that you're comfortable and feel safe!

hes also super dorky and playful, and has absolutely no problems with pda!

you're just casually taking a stroll, and suddenly you feel someone grab your hand, and when you go to look to see who it is, you get a peck to the cheek!

LOVES YOUR CHEEKS. loves pinching them. loves poking them. especially loves kissing them!

ur cooking smth? he comes up with a backhug and a kiss to the cheek! ur on ur phone? ahhh u look so cute! kiss to the cheek! doing literally anything anywhere? kiss to the cheek!

also love loves holding your hand. everywhere. anywhere.

going shopping? his left hand is in yours, his right holding your bags. sees you walking the halls at school? jogs to catch up with you and grabs your hand. just chilling at home on the sofa watching a movie? he's gripping your hand during all the scary parts.

(OK IM SORRY FOR ADDING THIS IN IN THE MIDDLE BUT DO U SEE WHERE I STARTED TALKING ABT HIS LOVE FOR YOUR CHEEKS?? I HAD NO IDEA THAT YOU WROTE SMTH ABT THAT. I WAS GOING BACK UP AT WHAT U WROTE AND SUDDENLY SAW THE CHEEK KISSES PART I HAD NO IDEA BUT ITS JUST SO HIM SO I WROTE IT OMG UGS R A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN AHHHH) sorry.

he likes teasing u. just a little! he just thinks that you're so cute and pretty and he gets all teasey and flirty sometimes!

one time he saw u in a cosplay and his jaw DROPPED and he started immediately complimenting u and showering u in love and kisses!

hes a very sentimental guy and cherishs everything you give him. he refuses letting u buy things (that wouldnt be very gentlemanly of me, he says) but cries over the love letters you write. has them pinned up on a board and whenever he feels sad, he goes over and looks at them to brighten him up.

ok so idk if you've seen that thing on yt where sugas va is a rly good singer, BUT HE IS. AND YOURE A GOOD SINGER. AND YOU PLAY THE PIANO.

do u see what im getting at here?

DUETS!!

you'd play the piano and add harmony and sing and he would sing his heart out and it would just be so fun

after spending a bit of time talking w u on dms, i can safely say that you're the sweetest person in the entire world. honda tohru reincarnated, essentially.

he finds that SO ENDEARING. just being with you makes his heart full and words aren't enough to express the crazy kind of love he feels for you.

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