#his inner insecurities but him feeling like they don't matter because 'it could be worse'

[finnbin]

i am fucking sobbing thank you so much yet also what the fuck

Undiagnosed

[hanafubukki]

Persona x Twst AU

or that one time Ell (@memoryoflife) and I accidentally predicted Book 7 chapter 5 Events

Let me start off with some background info on the Persona Series for those who don't know:

The Persona series has a similar premise to Twst. In the sense that a person can be corrupted, but the reasons vary. This corruption eventually takes over them and affects their personality. In the Persona franchise, a team can stop these corrupted individuals by accessing their "mind palace." Think, inner access to their mind/soul.

These palaces tend to be just that, a palace. It will consist of a maze like structure you have to solve to get to the final boss. Along the way, you battle enemies and you get glimpses of the person. The true person, and what eventually led them to become corrupted.

Once you reach the Final Boss, the enemy usually has multiple forms. Not only that, but the entire room reflects this form and can be used against the player.

The characters trying to stop the Final Boss try to reason with them and set them free.

As you can tell, this has similarities to twst. The characters in Twst OB, and majority of the time before they do, you can see them gradually change and become corrupted.

Now you're probably wondering how does this exactly fit into Book 7 Chapter 5?

Well it fits specifically for one character alone: Silver.

Chapter 5 focused majorly on Silver and his character development. As Ell and I talked about this AU, we had unintentionally, predicted some of chapter 5 events. (You can imagine our shock and how this affected our feels even more with the chapter release)

Silver's OB

Silver's OB idea was basically him OB while he's asleep. His dream realm was now a nightmare realm of blot and waste.

He couldn't die nor awaken.

Primarily, the idea was Silver OBing right after Malleus. So they would try to rescue him, all the while juggling with emotions and the aftermath of the previous OB.

As Lilia, Malleus, and Sebek try to rescue Silver; they feel even more guilt the further they go into his palace.

But they make way, because they will rescue Silver, no matter what.

Silver's Palace

For Silver's Palace, we focused on who would be in it and how his past would appear.

One floor would focus on Lilia, and how Lilia leaving him affected him. Another would be Sebek, repeating words about Silver not being good enough and how he has to make up for Lilia and Malleus raising him. Malleus’ floor would focus on Silver's ancestors being the reason why Malleus is alone, his parents dead. All of these inner insecurities Silver faces even without the blot, but now so much worse because of it.

The dream realm isn't a dream realm anymore. What was once a world full of pastel colors is now darkness and full of blot.

Dreams full of colors means happiness, but it's not happy anymore is it? It's just a nightmare, of his own making.

The only colors are those of the three Diasomnia members, desperately trying to save Silver.

There are several ideas for his palace, wether it could be a shapeless void or something with structure.

The shapeless void castle is interesting because of the potential for change in scenery.

The Diasomnia members walking into the Final Boss chamber, and at first they see a forrest, not just any forrest but the one Silver grew up in.

The area constantly flashes to a decaying scenery, a burned and black forrest.

Other scenery includes: the cottage Silver grew up in, the death of meleanor, Lilia leaving, etc.

If we went a more concrete castle, the idea was a amalgamation of various castles: Meleanor's, Diasomnia's, and Princess Leah's.

It would make it hard for the others to travel because the Castle’s maze is always changing.

Funny scenario: The three Diasomnia Members are taking a break (basically the save room in the Persona series). Malleus is restricted and can't op through the castle since he is still recovering from his OB

Lilia - "I didn't know he payed this close attention when I played games!'

Other Two - "Of course he did!"

Silver's Companion/Phantom

Silver's Phantom is a Horse or something similar to represent his emotions.

His phantom is always trailing after them.

It tends to keep to the shadows to 'protect' them.

With a horse phantom, you can hear it trotting in the shadows.

This phantom personifies Silver and all that he is. He will always love his family, so when one of the Diasomnia members were going to get attacked in the palace, the phantom stepped in.

Horses are the trusty stead of a knight after all. The horse can just bite the head off those that try to hurt the Diasomnia trio.

Afterwards, it runs away after the battles. But it is always there, they can see and hear it at the corner of their eyes.

Silver's case would be interesting because we can go a route where his phantom represents him, but unlike other OB phantom, his desires are disconnected from his blot.

In one of the stages of the final battle, Silver's phantom horse would even attack him. Because Silver keeps trying to hurt and drive away his family. Where once the phantom attacked the Diasomnia trio, it now protects them when the boss battle changes.

Silver's family has always been a priority to Silver and his horse reflects that. The horse wouldn't let Silver hurt them even though he's trying to get them to leave him alone. His phantom knows Silver better than he knows himself, because it is him in soul after all. (The horse could be that part of Silver that is left. The part of him that knows this whole situation is wrong. The glimmer of hope he has in himself that is constantly fighting against this blot and for his family).

Silver's Final Form/Boss Fight

There are multiple forms we talked about, all of which are very interesting.

One form included Silver being black and gray, but what shakes the Diasomnia members the most is his eyes. They are colorless and black. These eyes are nothing like what they know, no warmth or the fondness they are always blessed with. His hair looses that sheen. He looks like death.

Another idea we had was a blindfolded Silver, they can't see the eyes they have known for so long. He has been blind this entire time, to the pain that he has caused not only his father, but in extension the pain his family caused Malleus. What was the worth of these eyes? When they are blind? To the pain of others. While he dreamed of a fantasy.

Another darker idea was having Silver with gouged out eyes. His OB/Persona form could have remnants of blood on the floor and on his hands. Implying he had gouged them out himself. It would hurt more wouldn't it? To realize he had eyes before his OB, but after learning the truth about his past, everything Silver thought he knew changed.

And here's a favorite part of mine, a transformation of the boss forms. The possibility of Silver transforming in front of them. They see him change from what they knew to this new form. The horror of seeing him gouge his own eyes out and crying tears of blood,

His costume changes and he becomes that of what he hates. A twisted form of the Knight of Dawn costume because that's an ancestry he can't escape. One that he can't forgive himself for either and one that brings pain to him and others. So, essentially, he goes from this dark and gray form to this twisted form of light as we saw with the Knight of Dawn.

There would be Mini bosses as well, consisting of phantoms of the three that hurt Silver the most. One of them is General Lilia.

And because Silver's world has been recontexualized from knowing the truth, these phantoms spout cruel words that Silver believes is true and what he deserves.

A funny comedic part would be his animal friends being his helpers during the boss battle, but a twisted version of the birds and bears.

Funny instance: Sebek is fighting a bear and the birds are dropping bombs and stat drops. Lilia would mention how this stuff is more fun in games and not in irl and his son really did pay attention during their gaming sessions; only for Sebek and Malleus to shout "Not now!"

Some funny instances include shocking and freezing Lilia. Additionally, Malleus and Sebek would have sleep and confusion casted on them.

Another aspect of the second stage of battle would be how Silver notices how tired his family is. Even in this form, he loves them. "No, I would never hurt my family. This is wrong." Now, every time they get hit so does Silver. The battle changes, they have to be extra careful and dodge attacks now.

Saving Silver

So, how do they save Silver you ask?

The same way he has always saved them, with unconditional love.

Lilia - expressing how much he loves him, the same way Silver has always unconditionally expressed his love. How he knew he would always have someone home to return too.

Malleus - talking and bringing up memories and how he has always loved Silver as the little brother. How Silver brought him freedom from the loneliness of his own castle and a home to him.

Sebek - talks about how Silver always looked after him and never let him down even when they were kids and alone at the island. How Silver is his fellow Knight and no one can have that honor and he can always depend on him.

In the battle, Malleus can take down the giant form behind Silver in his dragon form. Saying how he will save Silver the same way Silver has done for him.

Sebek ends up restraining Silver while he's on his knees as he tries hard to get free, all the while, screaming, wailing that he doesn't deserve love and he needs to repent.

Lilia would walk towards his son. He would kiss him on the forehead and where Silver's eyes used to be, stating he deserves all the love in the world.

This is what breaks him.

He ends up crying, just like he did when he first went to Malleus. He falls into his father's arms as if he was a child again, seeking the warmth he has to offer.

The three diasomnia members can finally, finally return the love they had always received.

The Palace shatters.

And that's the gist of our Persona AU 💕💚, as you can tell, there was some uncanny and surprising parallels with our AU and what happened in canon. 😂💞🌺 But I think that’s what made the chapter so much more impactful. 💞🌻

[hello-nichya-here]

Asking you because you usually have the most accurate takes;

Why did Azula act so calm and even appeared glad after Ursa left, not showing any signs of anxiousness? Why did she smile whe Azulon ordered Ozai to kill Zuko? Did she not fully understand what was going on?

"Why did Azula act so calm and even appeared glad after Ursa left, not showing any signs of anxiousness?"

Because she's Azula. She's trying to be perfect, to always be in control. A princess, and more importantly, a daughter of prince/Fire Lord Ozai doesn't panic over not fully understanding/agreeing with a situation, she does not fall apart and cry like her weak uncle, and she does get upset about a situation that her dad understands, isn't sad about, and clearly furthers his goals.

She doesn't acknowledge those mixed feelings, not even to herself. There's a reason we only see her conflicting emotions, insecurities and sorrow over not feeling loved by her mom YEARS later, when she's either having a breakdown or in a place that "reveals your true self", and even then she's fighting against it, violently lashing out against the image of what's causing her inner conflict, or dismissing it all as a joke to make it seem less important that it truly is. She wants to keep all of her doubts and fears SO hidden than even she forgets they exist.

Ozai is not the only person that Azula loves, but he very much is the center of her world, and nearly everything she does goes through the filter of "Would dad approve of this?"

To make matters worse, the fucker became Fire Lord, and you do NOT question the Fire Lord - just ask Zuko, the guy who still wanted Ozai's affection despite the plan to murder him, the disfigurement, the banishment, and the fact that he believed Ursa had been murdered.

Why did she smile whe Azulon ordered Ozai to kill Zuko? Did she not fully understand what was going on?

She didn't smile when she heard that order - we don't see her reaction to it, because Zuko wasn't in the room anymore at the point and the episode is about what HE remembers.

She smiled when Zuko got scared and ran away as their grandpa was furious, even though the old fucker didn't even know they were there. To me, that's her feeling all proud of herself for not cowering, and mocking her brother in her head for not being as brave as she is.

And let's not forget why Ursa found out about that plan: Azula told Zuko. Sure, she did it in a creepy, mocking tone, but she still warned him. To me, Azula fully believed Azulon DID want Ozai to kill Zuko, but was not sure if Ozai was gonna comply - the man himself DID refer to it, years later when he is VERY furious at Zuko and has already disgured and disowned him, as "My father commanded me to do the unspekable to you, my own son." If OZAI of all people was hesitant, it's not wild to assume Azula felt there was at last a chance he wouldn't do it.

Either way, we know he did eventually decide to do it. And that Azula would one day be fully okay with trying to trick Zuko into coming home just to be locked away forever, throwing him under the bus to save her own skin by claiming he killed the Avatar, and even with shooting lightning at him herself...

...But she also brought him home when she had absolute control of the Dai Li and could have betrayed him, BEFORE she found out Aang was still alive. She still warned him to be careful when visiting Iroh, without any hidden motivation.

So maybe, that night, when she was taunting Zuko, there was a tiny bit of her brain that was praying he wouldn't lower his guard and maybe even save himself if their dad decided to kill him. Again, Azula herself was probably not even aware of it because she was trying to mold her personality after a man that tried to steal his brother's throne as soon as he heard the guy no longer had an heir. Her dad saw family as disposable, so she convinced herself she did too.

[urfavitgurl]

Holi. My sp is a guy from my university and I already knew him a year ago, I thought he was cute but nothing else. I only talked to him once, but for a course question and he was very polite. However, this year from one moment to the next I started to like him and I didn't understand why. He and I, we never spoke again since that one time, we have no friends in common, much less in networks and I know absolutely nothing about him, but his name. * I saw him with a girl, with a physical aspect very different from mine. She was kind of blonde and stuff) Back to the present * however, I started to claim that he is head over heels in love only with me. I didn't believe it at all, but I claimed only when I could and my negative thoughts were a bit stronger. The first week I started to pay more attention to him (before I didn't care what he did) but I was more attentive to him. I just got nervous when I passed him. Then I started to get confused if he was looking at my friend or me, so the doubts stayed in my mind and my friend started talking about him as if she was interested in him too, so I got sad. But I kept affirming, I only crossed paths with him a couple of times and his friends added me to talk but he never spoke to me, and he was on his cell phone, he ignored me. But then I saw him with the most popular girl in college, she is very pretty and obviously I am very insecure because I feel that I don't fit the standard of beauty or that I am not his physical type of him. Even more so when She is like the other girl I saw him with. I felt really bad, both because I saw no movement for me and I didn't understand how if I claimed that he was in love with me, he was with another girl flirting. What's more, he never talked to me or anything and I thought how would it happen. So I gave up and stopped affirming a couple of days ago, I feel really sad and I can't affirm because I'm kind of busy with my exams. But I really like that guy a lot, I feel like I left him in oblivion and I'm losing him, even when I try to affirm that he only has eyes for me. I remember his image with her. And even worse my friend told me that he was looking at her. What should I do? I don't even believe in my affirmations and I don't do them, maybe affirm two minutes a day or so. I want him to come closer to me and start something nice together. But I get depressed. Thank you so much and sorry for so much

hellooo, you don't need to apologize, it's okay to make long texts :)

my english is not so good, i'm using translator, so i hope you can understand ♡

first of all, circumstances don't matter, don't care if he has preferences/standards, you shouldn't feel bad about not fitting into eurocentric beauty standards. i'm sure you're beautiful, you just need to be more confident

once read that Neville once said that it is the states that manifest and that even if the 3d forces you to see the old story, at the end of the day you must return to the state of your new story.

i think that, first of all, you should improve your mindset and assume more self-confidence and self-love. i don't think it's a good idea to be in a relationship being very insecure, so take care of yourself first, take on more self-confidence and a better mindset and you will see that things will improve. 3d just reflects what is in your inner world/4d.

he's not impossible to achieve... it's already worked! nothing and no one can stop you from manifesting, nothing can get in your way. once you change your mindset, 3d changes too.

maybe i couldn't help you, but a good tumblr blog (in english) is theshiftingwitch

[whetstonefires]

thanks! i appreciate the like. reinforcement. 💕

yeah it's like. this is just wank. mostly i ignore the wank. but on this particular post i managed to land on the line between 'angry' and 'indifferent' such that i could produce a fairly reasonable reply, so i engaged.

it's funny tho, i know i didn't make myself understood, because the original op's reply (promptly reblog-locked, cool feature we now have) argues that the fics i'm 'upset' about exist reciprocally, ignoring Tony's rich inner life.

but i'm not upset about tony-centric fic that doesn't care about anyone but tony, i'm saying it's normal for people to prioritize their fave blorbos. tony stark is not being singled out for some kind of oppression here.

he's just...not so special he has to be everyone's blorb. that's the point.

but ofc he does have a fanbase that's inclined toward feeling like he is that special. the rightful main character of the universe. because his movies (and to a slightly lesser extent the team movies) actively make that assertion. and to not be put off the guy after a certain level of this, you have to be able to be comfortable with that approach.

so people who identify as tony stark fans have an outsized tendency to put forth arguments, based in redemptive suffering logic or oppression olympics or whatever, for why he's entitled to be centered in every conversation to which he can be considered relevant, and why people who don't do so are Bad.

real 'buy Twitter to protect Free Speech' energy ngl.

the projection of the 'team cap vs team iron man' obsession onto people who deeply did not care (except they're now increasingly done with tony stark because this keeps happening) is the problem here.

forcing that combative energy into contexts where it does not belong and creating random enemies in order to reinforce one's own righteous martyrdom complex like some kind of evangelical missionary or iron man is shitty energy to bring to a fandom, and makes things worse for everyone.

so yeah, you're right grison, it's about the same level of textual engagement and similar story approach to disability across the MCU. there's a lot you could do and for all i know people are in fact doing with disability as read between the lines of these increasingly shitty schlock films, utilizing multiple character angles.

something to be said, actually, for how Tony's scenario provides an emotional cushion around working with disability issues of 'the worst parts of this can't happen because he has Money and Science' so it's safer to engage with than a realistic story, while Steve's provides an emotional cushion of 'no matter how bad it gets, it's Over, he Got Through It and now the only consequences are emotional.'

different people need different shields.

now, if i was engaging the putative topic of 'choosing one of these guys for this role of fandom's favorite cripple' seriously, like it's an election or something, i could say that i can't relate to Tony Stark as disability rep regardless of how you interpret his condition, because my experience of disability is so tied up in financial insecurity.

poverty and disability are locked in a vicious circle, perpetuating one another.

ofc i don't dispute anyone's right to relate to the fantasy of being able to throw brilliance and wealth and power at Symptoms Disorder and make it almost not matter, or be into the pathos at the edge of that competency, where he can't quite seize control of all reality no matter his will and power. but i don't feel it.

a really good fic about it might be moving, but i wouldn't feel Seen. you know?

and i wouldn't be comfortable being spoken for by someone with such an alien experience of living with diminished capacity, if he were a real person who actually had things to say. i wouldn't expect him to empathize with or even understand my problems. he could speak for himself, but not for me.

like you say, both stories engage with disability as something to be transcended and triumphed over via Science, but on a character level i relate more to steve rogers being told he can have the job he's applying for if he goes through (and survives) this experimental treatment for his Problems and Disorders.

so i think there is sound logic behind the majority of the fandom, apparently, preferring steve rogers as reference point on this subject. evil secret biases against blorbo are not required to explain this preponderance.

but like disability is so varied it's just weird to be picking that as a subject to champion a Single Poster Boy Authority for in the first place. rep is never one-size-fits-all in the first place.

you could make a strong argument Bruce Banner is the 'best' onscreen disability rep in the Avengers--it's a mental health issue turned fantastically physiological and thus kind of dealing in metaphor, but it very much ruined his life in a recognizable way. and he has to cope with it, on an ongoing basis.

but a lotta people do not feel represented by the Hulk lmao. and i'm not going to tell them they should!

if we want to lean on the Peggy Carter show as a source there's that guy Daniel who lost a leg in the war. why doesn't everyone center him in all their MCU disability fic and meta, huh?

it's dumb. it's really dumb.

but the arguments starting from the presumption that people should look to tony stark as the authority on living with a disability, and presuming therefore that since people weren't doing what they should be doing you must discern what was bad and wicked about those people to motivate this wrongness--

that got to me. there's an underlying back-to-front logic of coercion and intolerance-of-nonconformity there. that i never like to see, and obviously it's worse when it's part of Real Actual Politics, but seeing such serious topics leveraged in such a way regarding the Unjust Loss Of Hyper-Specific Popularity Contest By Blorbo was just. a lot.

So I can't reply to @phoenixyfriend having replied to my reblog because either they've blocked me or they don't do DMs with non-mutuals despite suggesting that as a preferable forum for disagreement, but in brief:

My reblog was 'necessary' within the very limited definition of that word that applies to fandom blogging because that post was not a post About Tony Stark. I don't engage with posts About Tony Stark or most characters in general that I disagree with, in general! It's rude and life is too short.

That post, however, was not about Tony. It was a conversation between bloggers asserting an argument for why people who don't agree with your headcanons are morally inferior and have Bad Corrupt Motives.

"What does it say that Steve is, in fandom, often considered a better/more qualified speaker on the topic of chronic illness and disability than Tony" and "these people would rather listen to the white, able-bodied guy than the person actually forced to live with the consequences of life-long disability" and "viewers with that perspective continue to see his disability as a sign that he's still a bad person, because he hasn't 'earned' a cure the way Steve did."

(Which again is wild as a take because Iron Man 3 has tony 'earn' his way out of both physical damage and PTSD through willpower and smartness in the ending montage, because inspiration porn doesn't work if you stay damaged.)

It was a post about the fandom. Accusing other actual human beings of being morally at fault for how they interpreted the marvel cinematic universe.

Not like, an intense horrible attack post as these things go, but it still wasn't about characters. It was about other fans. That is different from talking about characters! Your post was about how it's sus and shameful for people to disagree with you, not about your actual positions and why they're right. Let alone about the character. That doesn't fall under the curtain of 'don't start shit' because shit was already started.

Like I don't have any Avengers fic, haven't been in the fandom for several years, and I was still sitting here scrolling my dash getting these Bad Person Motives assigned to me just for thinking one character was more meaningful disability representation, that I would be interested in hearing from on the subject, than another.

You made inflammatory statements about other actual people in a public forum, where it could be predicted they would see it.

And then flew off the handle when someone went over your post asserting their alternate perspective, carefully avoiding attacking you personally or assigning you evil motives, which would have been incredibly easy except it's a shitty way to interact so no, and speaking only in general terms about things they found personally annoying.

If you can't deal with people reblogging your posts to argue that you're being unfair, then maybe don't post about how other people only disagree with you about your blorbos because you are a better human being than those people. I mean.

[all-tsukishimakei]

omg hi! i saw you're taking requests for our beloved kei 🥺

can i request some hurt/comfort? maybe reader is having a hard time with inner demons? can be about insecurity or feeling like a burden/disappointment. idk i just want to know how kei would help reader out of it :') thank youuuu💞

There it is.

Another morning in which you wake up before your alarm clock, restlessly waiting for sleep to come back, even if that's just ten minutes until it actually rings you back awake.

It sucks. It really does.

You're tired, no matter how much you get to sleep (or not).

You keep turning and tossing around in the big bed you share with your boyfriend, worried that you might wake him up. And it only adds up, to the point that you wonder if the anxiety of being an inconvenience (again) is keeping you up.

And you feel like crying. But it makes no sense.

Can you believe? Feeling so tired, so not-there that even crying seems to have no point to it?

Somedays it gets better. It really does. Sometimes it's easier to get up and do your chores, study, keep up with your work. Sometimes you're strong, but days like today drain everything from you.

Because the day hasn't 'officially' begun, but you're done with it. You know it's gonna be a bad day.

And you don't know for how long.

Once more, you decide you're gonna try to sleep, a last try. So you turn your back to Kei sleeping next to you, so your tossing won't bother him as much.

The only thing you can feel at the moment is frustration, and plenty of repressed emotions that are somehow managing to make their way out in the form of a headache.

You sigh, but it kind of comes out strangled, from trying to keep it quiet.

It sounds like sobbing.

And maybe it was the familiarity of the action, or the warmth in the hand that reached out to your shoulder, but that was enough for you to curl up in a ball and break down.

It was quiet, with you holding your breathing, and shivering. You weren't cold, but you were aware of how cold your skin felt to the touch, because when a pair of strong arms tried to coop you up, you could sense them tense up.

It wasn't long until Kei slowly prompted you to turn around to face him, so he could properly embrace you.

He didn't ask.

Actually, Kei didn't talk, at all.

The sweetness and warmth in his embrace helped you keep your thoughts in place. You were not alone. Kei was right there, with you.

But then, what if he's not anymore.

He knows now.

How miserable you feel at times, how pathetic you look; holding onto him, like you couldn't make it on your own.

Your clouded mind could only process one thought at the time, and you wondered why it always had to pick the worse.

Kei hates when you're clingy.

You know that, but you are not clingy. You try hard not to be.

Could it be possible that he'd leave you because of his one time you're holding onto him?

Perhaps.

So, when you try to pull back, he's a bit surprised. He's been quietly wondering what's wrong, but he knows better than to ask right now, when you could barely talk. Maybe a nightmare? Or... are you feeling sick? Is there something he should do?

This is the first time he's seen you like this, you're almost never vulnerable this way in front of him. You are always smiling, with that annoying smile he loves so much.

After you pulled back, you tried to turn around again, to cover your face, the last bits of dignity that may still lay upon you.

"Did- Did I do something wrong?"

And that you didn't expect, his choked question and retreating hand had you frozen.

"Hey, look at me," his voice was firm this time, "did something happen?" his body was partially hovering over you, not crushing you, but you could feels the warmth of his body. His hand reaching forward to cup your face gently. "Are you sick?"

You could make out the worry in his voice this time, and that help you turn off the increasing worry that your thoughts had set up in your mind.

"I might be," you chuckled dryly, but it came out almost desperate. "I'm sorry, Kei." You started between sobs. "I'm just feeling terrible... I don't feel like... existing? Not today at least."

You couldn't see his eyes widening in the dark, but what you did feel was his arms tightening slightly around you. His head leaning forward, so he could plant a caring kiss at the top of your head.

Soon, he began to draw tiny circles in your bag, you drifting off to sleep.

Today, both of you had college classes, but they were certainly not a priority when you're feeling this bad, so he let you sleep in. Making sure you could rest for what was left of the morning, watching over you.

After a few hours passed by, he got up, carefully, and walked to the kitchen. Kei didn't always cook, but it certainly was a way for him to show you how much he loves you, as he did with many other things.

By now, you knew already how complicated expressing emotions through words was for him, so when you woke up and caught the faint smell of food from the kitchen, you realized that bad days could get better sometimes, specially if you have such a sweet boyfriend as you do. The feeling of numbness creeping up right after you woke up suddenly melted away when you saw Tsukishima, in an apron, standing in front of the oven.

"You cooked us breakfast?" You asked with a soft chuckle.

"I cooked us breakfast"

"It's smells nice, Kei," you approached him slowly, almost as if you had to ask attentively each of your feet to move.

"I know, I'm a great cook..." You wrapped your arms around him. "I know, love. Thank you".

"Are you feeling better?" He looked at you under his arm, almost shyly.

"I am," he could make out the dried tears still staining your face, his face softening for a second. "Good, we didn't skip class for nothing," Kei smirked, pulling a soft laugh from you, who was now burying your face on his chest.

Maybe, you've had to deal with pain and doubt for years in the past, and you felt oh so alone. It's been complicated at times, to the point where you're just exhausted. Definitely, some days are just harder than others. But you're not alone anymore. He's here. With you.

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AAA it was taking a really dark turn, but i tried to stop myself and keep it not as angsty, so im sorry if the flow is a bit broken in this one. Feedback is much appreciated.

Thank you for your request, sweetheart. I'm happy to meet more Tsukki enthusiasts uwu <3

Also, I'm not sure if this is exactly what you asked for 🙈but i hope it works for you ;u; but do feel free to request more scenarios!

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and steve hooked up once and neither of you can forget that night

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ minors dni plz, kinda rough? but of course major fluffy aftercare from soft boi stevie, bit of inexperienced reader and insecure reader

(accidentally written unprotected sex but this is fanfiction lmao plz be safe irl)

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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.

You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.

You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.

You remember that night so vividly.

The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.

You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.

“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.

You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.

“Oh, hey Buck.”

“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”

Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.

“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.

“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.

“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…

“Buck,” you looked at him.

“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.

“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.

His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.

“You coming tonight?” he whispered.

“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.

“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.

“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.

“Probably not,” you answer his question.

“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.

“Steve,” you warned.

“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.

“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.

“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.

“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.

“Please come tonight,” he whispered.

“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled.

“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.

Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.

He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.

Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.

"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.

"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.

"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.

You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.

"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”

"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.

Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.

"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"That guy, that I… you know."

"Fucked?"

"Nat!" you said embarrassed.

"Go on," Wanda encouraged.

"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.

"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

"You're lying," Nat laughed.

"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.

"Guys stop," you whined.

"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.

"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.

"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.

“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.

“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.

“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.

“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.

“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.

“No,” you giggled.

“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.

Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.

You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.

There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.

"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.

"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.

"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.

"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.

"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.

"And yes, I am," she chuckled.

"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.

"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.

"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.

“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.

"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.

"I'm sure," you smiled.

"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.

"You too!"

You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.

You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.

You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.

“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.

“Seriously what are you doing here?”

“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.

“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.

“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.

“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.

“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.

“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.

You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.

“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.

“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.

“What?”

“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.

“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.

“What?”

“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”

“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.

“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”

“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.

“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.

Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.

Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.

He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?

He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.

When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.

You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.

He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.

When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.

“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.

“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.

“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.

“I feel like your just using me or something-”

“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.

“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”

“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.

“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.

You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered.

“Not one bit.”

You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.

With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.

"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.

He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.

"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.

"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.

"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.

"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"

"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."

Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.

Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.

You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.

"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.

He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.

"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.

Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.

Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.

Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.

“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.

His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.

Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.

You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.

He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.

Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.

“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.

“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.

“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.

His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.

“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.

“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.

His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.

Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.

“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.

“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.

“Please!”

“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.

“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.

“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.

Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.

When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.

“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.

“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.

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Eris getting some of Nesta's powers and his importance in the future

Y'all I'm 90% sure some of Nesta's power has been transferred to Eris, at first it occurred to me in a sort of "ha, could be" way but I'm pretty certain, hear me out! Also going to touch on the subject of Nesta not losing her powers completely.

The power in the dagger

Nesta Made the dagger and put some of her own power into it, and then Eris got that dagger as a present by Inner Circle, which wasn't really a necessary scene nor plot point unless you read between the lines.

KINGDOM OF ASH SPOILERS AHEAD!

We have seen the exact same thing in Kingdom Ash, Aelin lost all of her power but an ember, but beforehand put it in her sword Goldryn and whooped Maeve's ass, actually head lol, with it. Having power shoot out of her hands and her sword felt pretty much the same so I'm sure Nesta will be equally powerful in the next book! Not only does she have a bit of her power left, three weapons filled with her power, and the Dread Trove. Nesta is still the most powerful character 😎

If Nesta can put some of her power into a weapon, it doesn't seem like a stretch at all for the power in the weapon to get out and into a person.

Eris only pretended to be influenced by Koschei

This one was kinda obvious to me from the moment I read it, no psychoanalyzing needed.

Nesta and her weapons were said to "probably" grant immunity from Koschei's power because they were both Made, and Eris had the dagger while he when he was captured.

Every person that has been possessed by Koschei has been said to have glassy eyes, EVERYONE except Eris!

Eris's soldiers had glassy eyes.

Bellius had glassy eyes.

Cassian had glassy eyes.

Eris is the only "possessed" person to get "accidentally" caught.

Eri's soldiers said nothing, and it was Briallyn who reveal that Bellius and Cassian were possessed.

Out of Cassian, Bellius, Eris, and his soldiers, Eris is undoubtedly the slickest and most cunning one. Comparison between him and Cassian has been dragged throughout the whole book, while Cassin is the muscle, Eris plays mind games and politics.

ERIS IS THE MASTER AT WORD GAMES! How did Cass and Az realize he was possessed and therefore Koschei being there? THROUGH ERIS USING A WORD GAME he knew only Cass and Az will pick up on.

Are y'all trying to tell me that Eris, who supposedly had immunity from the Koschei's power, didn't show the only sign of being possessed which is glassy eyes, had accidentally said something that will let Cass and Az know he's "possessed"?

Golden flames

The word "flame" has been used in 4 different contexts throughout the book

a) actual fire in the fireplace

b) silver flames in Nesta's eyes

c) flames in Lucien's eyes

d) flames in Eris's eyes

We know that Autumn Court's power is fire, both Lucien and Eris were described to have red flames in their eyes, which is completely expected right?

Eris was said to have flame/red flame multiple times, but I'm only allowed ten pics per post, and obviously not gonna put quotes of Nesta's silver flames cause it's literally the title lol.

Then, when Eris was "possessed" and held a dagger to Cassian's chest, it was said that flame rippled from it, and Cass didn't know if it came from the dagger itself or from Eris.

My guess? Both or combined! When Eris received the dagger, he said that it has flame in it, and Eris is said to have had flames in his eyes previously.

Last but not least, AFTER Eris had been "possessed" and AFTER the dagger was returned to the Night Court, ERIS NOT LONGER HAS RED FLAME IN HIS EYES, BUT GOLD.

This was in the penultimate chapter! Aka the chapter before the last. SJM always takes great care to put something important or foreshadowish at the end of each book. The last chapter was obviously Nessian and Archeron sisters, since it was the Nessian book and the three sisters are all finally happy together (plus announcing the next book as Elain's) but chapter before that... about Eris? Interesting.

There was so much about him there I for a second thought the next book is going to be about him lol. So much to unpack in that chapter:

Eris was tortured by his father for information (which I think is the hint for Eris not being possessed).

Eris still insists there are some things about him and Mor that Mor hasn't told the Inner Circle.

He wants to explain something to Mor.

He obviously just wants to be friends with the Inner Circle (but that's a discussion for another post).

Cassian, who hates Eris with burning passion throughout the whole book, says he thinks Eris is a good guy, but is too much of a coward to act like it.

It was hinted that Beron did much worse things to Eris during his life, "The male had been raised with every luxury and privilege - on paper. But who knew what terrors Beron had inflicted upon him? Cassin knew Beron had murdered Lucien's lover. If the High Lord of Autumn had been willing to do that, what wouldn't he do?" If you ever read any SJM serials you would know that this wasn't put here just because, it's always foreshadowing with her.

"Because it doesn't add up. You know what a monster your father is and want to usurp him; you act against him in the best interests of not only the Autumn Court but all of the faerie lands; you risk your life to ally with us... and yet you left her in the woods." - Cassian. Do you see all the material for the future book?

"Eris crossed his arms, then winced. As if whatever injuries lay beneath his immaculate clothes ached." I THINK THIS IS A DESCRIPTION OF NOT ONLY ERIS'S CURRENT SITUATION, BUT HIS WHOLE LIFE. As Cass said, born in luxury, raised by a monster.

Eris is generally very fucked up? Not only was it in this last chapter, but it was stated multiple times that his upbringing really damaged him. When Cassian was surprised by the fact Beron tortured him, Eris responded with: "Get that pitying look off your face. I know what sort of creature my father is. I don't need your sympathy." That is an extremely fucked up way to respond to being tortured by one's father, and implicates he was subjected to similar misery earlier in his life.

"Nesta could see he didn't believe them - that he was so used to twisted politics and scheming of his court that even when the simple, easy truth was offered, he could not see it." Again, very messed up mindset, which in the author's language means writing material.

The last line said to Eris in the book is: "Eris was still their ally. Was willing to be tortured to keep their secrets. And Cassian didn't need to be a courtier to know his next words would slice deep, but it would be a necessary wound. Perhaps it would be enough to push him in the right direction. "You know, Eris, I think you might be a decent male, deep down, trapped in a horrible situation." He looked over his shoulder to find Eris's gaze blazing again. But only pity stirred in his chest, pity for a male who has been born into riches, but had been destitute in every way that truly mattered. In every way Cassian had been blessed - blessings that were now overflowing. So Cassian said; "I grew up surrounded by monsters. I've spent my existence fighting them. And I see you, Eris. You're not one of them. Not even close. I think you might even be a good male. You're just too much of a coward to act like it." This was said by Cassian, whom Eris insulted every time they interacted, who hurt his sister, who wanted to steal his mate, whom Cassian said he wanted to kill or leave to die on so so many occasions, who made Cassian feel stupid and insecure every chance he had, and yet Cass of all people found it in his big good heart to see the good in Eris and try to push him to be good.

And now, his eyes burn with golden flames.

There is so so much to unpack and reveal about Eris's character, and SJM couldn't be more obvious with pointing it out. He is definitely going to play a huge role in the next book(s). With his possible new powers, overthrowing Beron, healing from all the emotional and physical trauma inflicted upon him, revealing a lot of secrets he's been keeping, and finding a way to show his true colors.

Also I think Nesta might be the one to help him with it because she at some point says that she deserves to marry him because "she is just like him", and not only in a way that they both insulted Cassian. They both had/had demanding parents which made them cold and unfeeling, preferring to appear as assholes because they don't want and don't know how to be their true kind selves. I think she would a great friend and the best person to help him deal with everything.

And the way Eris obviously likes her which we've seen when they were dancing. How he saw that she really liked spinning around so he went out of his way to spin her on multiple occasions even though it wasn't in the dance protocol. I'm pretty sure that was his way of getting closer to her because he obviously can't do it with words.

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Request: Hiii!!! Congratulations on 600 🥳🥳🥳. You deserve it all and more bby. I'm so proud of you. I hope that you're staying healthy and hydrated and taking enough breaks.

Ummm one thing I like about myself is that I'm a very open minded person and dont judge. And could I please request Oikawa please?? Thank you so so much, and remember to drink water!!! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 xxx

a/n: oikawa brr

honorable mentions: fluff, mentions of insecurities, royal au, prince Oikawa, fem!princess reader, 1k

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Oikawa feels terrified.

People are dancing, jumping, shouting with glee, everyone at least a bit tipsy, the beer glasses in their hands seem like they never go out.

Each time the dance comes to a jump, the golden fluid in cups jumps with them as well, glinting under the candlelight.

His eyes fall on you, you whose dancing in the middle of the ballroom, laughing with everyone else, dancing carelessly at the day that's supposed to be the happiest of your life.

You seem to be enjoying it, and it only makes Oikawa that more anxious.

He doesn't know you well; you've only met a few times before, each time chaperoned and with masks fit to blue-bloods such as yourselves.

All your meetings consisted of empty words and kind- but fake smiles, chatting mindlessly on what's seen appropriate of a prince and a princess that are soon to wed.

You seem lovely, and Oikawa isn't that much sad he's marrying you- he feels like you can get along well if you get to know each other better. No, Oikawa isn't feeling like this because he's marrying you, but because you're marrying him.

He, the charming prince- smart, funny, and kind, any girl would kill to be in your place, he's aware.

Everyone wants to be with him, get to know and be acknowledged by him- but there is a catch. Whenever someone does manage to get to know him, the magic gets broken, the facade, sparkling fog over the rotten thing he calls his personality comes on the surface of the water, and people leave.

Oikawa went through this one too many times, so he embodied the fake persona he puts on, never letting anyone get close to him enough to see what's underneath.

He knew this day was to come, though. Oikawa knew he was going to marry someone so he could unite his kingdom and theirs, but he always hoped it wouldn't be you.

Not because he didn't like you, though, on the contrary, because he liked you maybe a little more than the other princesses. Oikawa just hoped- he hoped you wouldn't regret marrying him, or even worse, be disappointed with who he really was.

Once again, his eyes spot you in the room, fighting a smile when he finds you looking at him, as well. There's a sheen layer of sweat on your face, making you glow under the candlelight, face bright with a smile, hair messed up with all the dancing and jumping.

His gaze never once leaves you as you find your way to him, breathless as your hand reaches for his.

"You look so grim, my lord." You chuckle, lightly tugging him to dance. "Is there something bothering you?"

You were always so kind, easy to talk to, it made him feel like he could tell you anything, and you would... you would smile in answer. He shakes his head no, letting you pull him towards the inner room.

The air is warmer and heavier, it smells of beer, but looking at your smiling face, it seems none of them matters.

His movements are fit to a prince, dancing fluidly and putting every other to shame. You make a small comment on it, as well, earning a chuckle from the prince. "It would be odd if I didn't know how to dance, though, wouldn't it?"

You nod, but you seem troubled.

"Is there anything you can't do, my lord?" He hears your soft voice as Oikawa twirls you in his arms. Despite his hopes, you catch the small frown his lips press into, brows pulling together, even only a millimeter. "I don't mean disrespect," you quickly retort. "I was just asking so I could get to know you a little better."

When he stays silent, you once again fill the silence with your voice. "I, for example, can't sing."

You snicker as you watch his eyes widen. "You can't?"

"Nope, I promise you, you haven't seen anyone sing worse than me."

"But I've been told you have an angelic voice!" He confronts you, but his shoulders are shaking just a little bit. "Yeah, well-" you smile sheepishly, "I can't."

For whatever reason, this makes Oikawa feel just a bit better. To hear you aren't what the rumors of you show you to be, makes Oikawa feel like maybe, you're a little similar.

"I can't use a bow."

You hear him whisper minutes after your confession, and it takes you by shock. What takes Oikawa by bigger shock is, however, when you start to laugh.

"Is it really that funny?" He scoffs with embarrassment as you're still laughing. You shake your head no, trying to stop your giggles, but it takes you a minute. "It's just- you said it as if it's the worst thing ever!"

"It is a bad thing!" The prince protests, cheeks flushed with either glee or a product of dancing. "I even have a reputation about how good I am with a bow- but I can't hit a standing target if it killed me."

"Well, I can't do a knot."

"I don't like writing."

"Very bad with numbers."

"Afraid of horses."

The confessions slip out of your mouths uncontrollably, each one making both of you break out with laughter until-

"I'm not... very honest." Oikawa mumbles to your ear; he's gotten closer to you these last few dances, you realize, your chests almost pressing together. He holds his breath, afraid of your reaction, his tense shoulders dropping when he feels you chuckle once again. "I see." You murmur. "That's a little relieving to hear if I'm being honest."

"What?"

You shrug. "It's just- you know, my lord, you have quite the reputation." You go on talking when he stands quiet. "You're portrayed as this man, free of taint and capable of anything- and it was worrying me you were that flawless."

"You wouldn't... want me to be?"

You chuckle at his confused stare. "I wouldn't be opposed to it! But it would make me really nervous, as well. I think it's nice to know you're human, too, just as we are. Like marrying a unicorn or something." you joke.

Were you really worried he was flawless? It's so absurd that Oikawa feels he's about to burst out laughing.

"Well, don't you worry, my princess," a soft chuckle emerges from the man. "I have many flaws to show you."

"And I have many myself." You beam at him.

Both of you will discover these flaws and insecurities over time, but you have a life ahead of you to do so.

And despite still holding his former thoughts, Oikawa's heart feels just a little lighter knowing you're here to get to know him with his flaws.

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[attack-on-kiwi]

I wanted to make sure before i asked- soo ^-^

Would you be willing to do the fluff alphabet for Porco? Honestly i don't see many fics of him! Pf course it's entirely up to you! :)

I’m glad I get to pay tribute to him on his birthday(11/11) :)

Porco Galliard:

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Spending time together in general is highly valued by Porco. He doesn’t get too much free time, so any time he’s able to splice maong his family and his s/o is important to him. When they’re together, he wants to make the most of it, but he’s tired from his excursions. This means the two usually get a meal or his s/o accompanies him while he tries to sleep. The feeling of their fingers raking through his short hair has become something of a guilty pleasure for him.

When he’s got the energy, Porco lets them drag him around the marketplace so they can run errands. He enjoys the domesticity of it. If they can enjoy a calm boat ride, he’s going to plan a small picnic for them.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Their loyalty and perseverance is what draws his to them. Porco is in awe of their stubbornness to stay with him, their stubbornness to get their work done, and their stubbornness to believe that there’s more to life than the violence that wrecks the land. The way they find joy in the little things and how they want to share those little loves with him is more entrancing than it should be. 

On a physical standpoint, he thinks their hands are beautiful. It’s cheesy, but the way their fingers are shaped to lock with his in such a perfect way only justifies that they were made for one another. He’s always pressing small kisses to them as he bids them farewell or lulls them to sleep. It’s not uncommon that Porco will mindlessly stroke across their palms just to take in the dips and curves of each line.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Hugs. Porco needs to keep his mouth shut because he knows he’s going to make it worse. He relies on holding his s/o tightly, engulfing them in his arms. No matter their size, they always feel so tiny and fragile in his arms. He’ll kiss the top of their heads and rock them. He doesn’t care how long he needs to stay there--he won’t let go until he’s sure they’ve calmed down. 

He’ll try to talk to them about what upset them when he believes they can speak and tries to get to the bottom of the issue. It frustrates him to no end that he can’t do more than he should be able to.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He tries not to picture a future because of his ticking clock, but he can’t help but fantasize about hwat life would be if the two got married. What if they worked together? Or had kids? What if they traveled the world once he was granted permission and everything was safe? Thoughts like these keep Porco from losing his mind during the notably difficult times. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

At first, Porco is rather passive, letting his s/o guide him in how they like to maneuver through a relationship. However, as he gets used to them and their habits, he starts taking initiative and cultivates a dominant streak. He enjoys the looks of surprise his s/o gives him as he starts really asserting himself, which inspires him to take charge more often. 

He does let his s/o take charge if they want to. There's something about being told what to do or how to behave that ignites a mischievous fire in him, and, hey, it makes for some really good entertainment on his part. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Oh, man. Porco is ruthless when he and his s/o fight. He doesn’t hold back and can say some pretty upsetting stuff, and if the situation is dire enough, he will violently jab at their insecurities. It only hits him after, and the regret sits deep in his stomach, making him feel like he’ll throw up. He’s always ready for his s/o to leave him during these fights, and he’ll steel himself. He’s stubborn, and believes he’s in the right, which causes problems in the relationship. 

If he’s in it for the long term, he’s willing to try and be more compassionate, though, it’s a long journey. He doesn’t even care about grudges, honestly, he just wants to be right. Unless his s/o or he have their loyalty questioned, his main priority is winning. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Porco has his qualms with the relationship. One one hand, he’s ecstatic about someone wanting to be with him even though he’s rough around the edges, but on the other hand, he feels selfish for getting into a relationship when he and his s/o are aware of what will happen to a warrior at the end of their ‘term’. He gives his s/o outs and is always shocked at their resilience to his doubts. His s.o promising that they’ll deal with the grief when it comes and that they want to enjoy his love while they can brings him to tears more often than he’d admit (of course, he’s in the privacy of his quarters during these moments). He has no way of expressing how grateful he is in reality, so he uses whatever perks he has to make their life secure and enjoyable, even thinking in the long term about how to get them a home in a safer area or how he can send a portion of the funds that go to his family to his s/o once he’s finished.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Porco is pretty cut and dry. He doesn’t do anything that needs to be kept a secret, and aside from warrior and military information, he’s transparent with his s/o. Now, he won’t go out of his way to share every single thought of his, but if his s/o asks him questions, he’s more than happy to answer. He’s never pondered whether he’s honest to his s/o or not. It comes naturally to him, and he just hopes he’s doing the whole communication thing correctly. Honest as he is, he’s just as blunt. His s/o must be prepared for some harsh truths if they pry.

Porco will ask questions, as well. He does his best to make sure his s/o has nothing heavy on their mind. Sadly, he’s not the best at articulating himself in an emotionally vulnerable situation. He will ask them how they’re doing multiple times a day just to give them the green light that they can share with him if and when they want to.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

The biggest way his s/o changed him is by encouraging him to be free with himself. Porco may seem rather arrogant, and he is, but he is also a stickler for the rules. His s/o reminds him it’s okay to think for himself and to do things just for the hell of it. He won’t always have the answer, and that’s nothing to be scared of. He learns he can share burdens and pain without fear of being ridiculed, and that’s one of the most important lessons his s/o has taught him. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Porco says he’s not the jealous type, but catch him calling out anyone who so much as breathes at a different wavelength around his s/o. He will be quick to act and gets extremely protective, even if his s/o could knock the assailant onto their ass.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Porco’s kisses range from being shy and sweet to desperate and erratic. It all depends on his mood. Usually, he’s composed and likes to give his s/o cheeky kisses that he leans into, holding their entire being against him. He knows this makes them dizzy and loves to take advantage. Other times, he’s on an adrenaline rush and needs to see his s/o as soon as he can. The possibility of losing them or not seeing another day becomes much too apparent after battles, and he wants to ravish his s/o while he can. He does get a little embarrassed by his behavior if they bring it up later.

His first kiss was nothing phenomenal. It was after he asked if they wanted to be his partner, and he just followed the motions, bringing them in for a simple, sweet kiss. His lips are softer than one would expect, so it was all too easy to melt against him in the moment. Even now, it feels surreal. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Porco’s confession is abrupt. He comes home from the battlefield in the evening to find his s/o had left him a letter, telling him they were thinking of him and have been hoping for his safe return. “Safe” he scoffs to himself and folds the letter into the inner pocket of his jacket. Without really understanding why, he finds himself quickly pacing down the streets until he gets to his s/o’s residence. As soon as they’re in front of him, he doesn’t give them a chance to welcome him home as he grabs them by their arms and leaves them dazed with a rough kiss. He’d pull back and sternly glare at them, though, they know he’s not mad--he’s thinking. When he finally says what’s on his mind, they’re all too relieved that it’s a confession and not a signal to end the relationship. He ends up staying the night, and when the realization of what he said dawns on him, he’s going to try sleeping with his back to them. It doesn’t take much for his s/o to coax him to turn around. In fact, all it takes is them echoing the words back to him.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He entertains the idea of bonding with someone for life, but unfortunately, his fate as a titan shifter holds him back from thinking too much on it. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, and much less, get his s/o’s hopes up. In the end, he’s aware he’s going to have to leave his s/o, and being with them at all has already locked in the fact that they’re going to be devastated over what’s to come. Porco doesn’t want to hurt them more than he will.

When Porco thinks about marriage, he thinks about his s/o and him waking up in the early afternoon, chatting over tea, and getting ready for a day of lazing about. He sees his brother, though he shouldn’t, coming over sometimes to tell the two to wake up since all they do is sleep daylight away. He wants two kids running around. Maybe one is shy and the other is outgoing. They’re best friends. He knows his s/o would look sweet with them. He wants to hold all three of them in his solid embrace and whisper ghost stories to them only to get swatted by his s/o for terrorizing the children. If you ever see Porco grinning to himself, he’s probably thinking of that.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Ooh, Porco thinks nicknames are SO stupid, so no he definitely won’t be calling his s/o “Babe”, or “Baby”, or “Lame-ass dork” nope!! And don’t expect him to whisper little sweet nothings at night, calling them “Beloved”, or “Darling” as they fall asleep just so he can experience how the words would sound as they roll of his tongue! Nope! Porco would NEVER!! 

(all of that was a joke, for those of you who have a hard time getting sarcasm over text. He calls them all that :) )

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Actually the cutest. Porco acts all big and unbothered, but seeing his s/o turns him into a puppy. He’ll follow them around as they run errands and ask if they want him to carry their stuff. He always insists on paying--it’s a pride thing for him. Don’t worry too much, with his warrior salary, he’s able to afford your basics. His way of showing love is to help his s/o in any way he can and to build them up. Porco is sensitive with them and tries not to be a huge dick, but that passive-aggressive behavior can rear its ugly head at time. 

One way to tell he’s in love is that he won’t be too pessimistic around his s/o. There’s a glint of hope as he speaks to them, and he’s always got a hint of a joyous smile on his face. It’s hard for him to pretend to be angry around them, so imagine the scene other’s who see him on a daily basis are treated to as they witness Porco displaying human kindness. Unfathomable.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Porco’s the guys that just says, “Man, fuck all of you. I miss my s/o, I’m leaving.” And that’s how most people find out the two are in a relationship. If they’re with people he’s comfortable with, he’ll have an art around their shoulders and pull them closer. Aside from that, public displays are limited. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Porco is so goddamn confrontational and outspoken, which can be bad at times, but honestly, it makes for great entertainment. Seeing him call people out and come up with insults that his s/o would never have thought up in their lifetime is truly one of the most educational experiences they have ever had. Though they do feel bad for Porco’s victims, they find the entire display funny, and when they’re upset they just remember Porco calling someone out. It’s also fun for them to quote these outbursts and watch Porco feign ignorance and hide from them.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He tries, he really does… his execution can be sloppy since he gets excited about the entire thing. His skills are limited as he’s got a barren idea of how to be romantic in the first place. It’s important to him that his s/o doesn’t make too much fun of him as he figures all of this out. It’s easy to fluster him, and any romantic gestures will leave him speechless. He does take his s/o by example and will try to give them gifts every now and then or sneak them off for an early morning or late evening date. Strolls in the marketplace where he indulges the two on ice cream or a particular sweet come and go as they can. Again, he has no baseline for romantic displays, so he’s learning as he goes. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Porco holds his loved ones to high standards. If his s/o has a goal, he’s going to make sure they’re serious about it. He can sometimes get more excited about them reaching any milestones than they are for themselves. He’s their biggest fan, and that comes with the price of tough love. He’s not going to pull strings or coddle them. He truly believes if they want to get something done, they will, and he’ll be there to act as their support whenever they need him. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Yes! He loves trying out new foods and activities! Especially the ones he doesn’t get to have or do very often in Liberio. He’s always looking for something to share with his s/o, and he will drag them into a small adventure at a moment’s notice. 

In an intimate sense, he’s apprehensive to try out something new, especially if it involves potentially hurting his s/o, so it’s up to his s/o to bring up anything they want to try. Most times, he’s receptive and willing to do something at least once. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

At first, it’s hard for Porco to get to know his s.o. It’s likely they’re his first partner, and it’s not like intimate relationships have a guidebook. He’s never sure what he wants to ask his s/o and sometimes his words get jumbled and come out much more rude than he anticipated. As he gets used to the motions of a relationship, he encourages them to talk to him. He wants to be a safe space for them, and it always makes his heart full when his s/o confides to him during vulnerable times. He knows most things about them, from their childhood to their favorite type of officials to make fun of. 

Porco tries- he really does- but empathy doesn’t come easy to him. He’s stuck in his ways and that makes it difficult to see a situation from another’s point of view. He tries his best not to get snippy at his s/o, but there are times where he can’t help but lash out because he thinks their problem can’t really be THAT bad, can it? (He does have a slight guilty conscious when it comes to his s/o, though, so he will feel like shit and try to figure out how to approach them without setting off a beast, lol).

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Porco’s relationship means more than his life to him. Sure, he’s got his mission as a warrior, but he justifies fighting hard as a way to protect his loved ones and eradicate the world of devils who want to see his people burn. He takes his relationship seriously, especially since he IS a warrior, and he’s on a clock. To be his s/o means he’s acknowledged he has strong feelings and that he’s willing to at least have some hope in a better world by risking his s/o’s happiness. He knows they’ll be hurt when he’s gone, so it really takes a lot for him to get with his s/o. This means that the two work hard for one another, and Porco won’t be spitting bull shit at them. He doesn’t have many things that mean much to him, so it’s natural for his s/o to rank pretty high in his priorities.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Porco! Cannot! Take! Compliments! 

His face will be blank for a few seconds and once he realizes what his s/o said, he’ll start heating up as he denies their claims. It’s a sure fire way of getting him to sputter off excuses and tell his s/o to stop messing with him. He presses his knuckles to his cheeks, hoping that his hands are cold enough to soothe the fluster in his face. It’s one of the cutest ways to see him, and he’ll be a little grumpy for the rest of the day. Grumpy Porco means Pouty Porco, so his s/o is going to have fun teasing him about it.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Porco takes every opportunity he can to hold his s/o. It’s an unspoken taboo to display too much affection in public where he’s from, so in the beginning, he was shy. His s/o made his heart beat too fast and his hands would get clammy, so he tried to keep his distance. With some encouragement, Porco learned he rather enjoys being cuddled. Yes, he loves to be held and it’s comforting. Relaxing in their embrace helps him sort out his thoughts and calm down from a day of deliberating over whatever the next move against Paradis is.

As he gets used to affection, Porco is number one in constricting his s/o by the waist or laying on top of them so that they have a few more minutes of private time before they’re separated for the day. He enjoys these little wrestling matches with them more than his s/o will never know. 

He absolutely loves kisses. His favorite is to receive a smooch on the tip of his nose. He lashes out and tells them to stop treating him like a child, but he’s going to be thinking about it all day, so please, keep on keeping on. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Ooh, this man is irritable beyond comprehension. Any little mishappening will set him off. Those close to him (namely, the other warriors, since he’s not exactly close to him) have adapted to this shift of his and have taken a liking to teasing him. He tries to keep to himself, but he can’t control that hot head of his which gets him into even hotter water at times if the wrong person is caught in his onslaught.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Porco’s headstrong and sure of himself in every way. His loyalty knows no bounds, so being sure that his s/o is an important figure in his life means that he’s willing to risk his life for them if need be. He’s limited to the hold of his duty as a warrior, but make no mistake-- he is going to come up with a way to get around policies to ensure his s/o is safe. He takes risks when it comes to his s/o, because he’s desperately protective of one of the few goods things he has going on in his life. 

[primergon]

I'm not sure if you're still doing these and it's fine if you don't since you have your own life and can be busy but if it's alright, may I request a tfp match up?

I'm 5'3, asexual and chubby and go by she/her.

I'm calm and withdrawn at first, I'm usually very silent when I'm surrounded by people I am not comfortable with. I have suspicions that my selective mutism that I had when I was younger may still be around because there are some situations that require to speak, I get uncomfortable and find it hard to say anything. I don't know, it's just a thought, not sure if I still kind of have it. I just kinda hate being forced to talk when I don't want to. I don't go out much, I prefer indoors, I only go out if I have to.

But yeah, when I'm surrounded by people I'm comfortable with, I'm more talkative and more expressive of my emotions. I don't have many friends in real life but I do have a few online ones.

I usually prefer texting than verbally talking to be honest. Its just easier for me to express. Not like I could physically see my two best friends since I had to move last year but luckily we have discord 💀🤚 otherwise my dumbass can't even go out to try and make friends nor even want to.

I like games, though, I'm also a procrastinator and a lazy person. I tend to procrastinate on my school work and other things like watching a certain anime, tv show, movie and even with playing games. I have a game block 😔👊.

I don't know, but I can be insecure about myself but I try to be positive about some qualities I have. Anyone could compliment me, I mean, there's nothing to compliment anyways, I would just say that they blind or something or wrong. I get insecure when I show people my music taste only because they just seem uninterested when I play it 😔👊. My friends reckon I'm smart but I just don't apply myself to my assignments... Idk, I believe I'm just stupid. Somehow, I don't get stressed out easily, even when a due date is coming up and I haven't done much in my assignment. But that probably depends on the subject and how important it is for it to be done, otherwise I will start getting a little stressed. I don't believe that my problems should matter ever, because I've had a good childhood, a loving family, though occasionally, I have some problems with my dad otherwise we're usually fine. I mean, my friends and many other people have it worse than me so that's why I don't think my problems are relevant.

I can get childish and get distracted easily. Like, I could be doing an assignment or homework and after 30 seconds, I'm on my phone or doing something else 💀. Sometimes, I need things dumbed down for me because I'm just like, "what??"

I love comedy and laughing, it's just fun. I like memes and sending cursed memes to my friends or anyone else that happens to be on the same server I am. To be honest, I'm active 24/7 on discord and mostly active on one server because I socially suck to talk on any other. I'm not a fan of horror because obviously it's scary yet I like watching people play horror games 🤔.

I'm not a fan of physical affection, but it depends on who the person is and how comfortable I get with them like my family for example. My love language would be quality time I think but only a bit of physical affection if I'm comfortable enough ig 😕.

I've never been in a relationship before because I fear cheating, arguments, having a significant other bored of me and all the other problems. And because I'm not that interest in romance that much at the moment in my life

In regards to people having problems in their life and they vent to me, I find it hard to comfort them. I try to do my best but I suck at it. I usually don't know what to say and I wish I knew. It's not that I don't care, I do, I'm just more of a listener than a talker but I try to find some words to say in attempt to help. It's a little easier for me to comfort someone online than in person, I'd probably be silent.

I'm good at keeping secrets, I would take them to the grave, though sometimes I can forget depending on the secret. I can be a forgetful person, not only with some secrets but other stuff I'm suppose to remember 😭.

I love music, I can't tell what genre I like, I like many songs. I'm also an animal lover and currently doing animal studies, which mostly revolves around dogs at the moment but I'm looking forward for the cat part, I love cats, I have two of them.

I'm sorry for all this information, now that I look at it, that's alot. I'm sorry 😭🤚

A/N : Hi Anon! Thanks for sending this ask, I hope you're doing well (｡𓎆 𓎺 𓎆) Don't worry about the long descriptions, I don't mind! I think I'll pair you up with tfp Smokescreen !

TFP SMOKESCREEN

01 | Smokescreen has a way of making you feel at home. In the beginning, you were reluctant to open up, yet once you've gotten to know the playful mech, you find it easy to talk to Smokescreen. You enjoy listening to him ramble on and on and on and find no trouble comforting him when he needs to hear it. In return, Smokescreen is more than happy to speak on your behalf whenever you don't feel like talking. He may be enthusiastic by nature but he isn't pushy. He never forces you to do something you're not okay with and makes you feel safe. This is why eventually you opened up to him and both of you became fast friends.

02 | Texting with Smokescreen is never boring. He's always ready with a handful of reaction pictures and a dozen of emojis when chatting with you. The young mech is naturally expressive and curious, which is why he's always up to date with the latest memes and trends. ( The way Smokescreen text may frustrate Ultra Magnus at times but it never fails to make you laugh.)

03 | Two of you share a lot of common interests which is why you get along so well. Ever since Jack taught him how to play video games, he's been asking you to indulge him. Smokescreen can also sometimes feel worn out and choose to watch movies with you indoors instead, following the plot of your favorite anime and always quoting them on the battlefield. He's not picky and is almost up for anything as long as you get to spend some quality time.

04 | With his positive, upbeat attitude, Smokescreen rarely seems upset or dissatisfied on the outside. But his inner idealism can leave the mech with a nagging feeling that some major areas of their life just aren’t good enough – which would sometimes make him feel insecure. The two of you seem to understand and relate to each other's experiences, making you comfort buddies that lift each other's spirits whenever you both feel down. He reminds you constantly that your problems matter and he's more than happy to listen to you vent, while you assure him that he is good enough because he's trying his best.

05 | He knows you're afraid of starting a relationship, and while he can be a bit impatient and bold, Smokescreen is more than happy to take it slow with you. While he himself is disorganized, Smokescreen tries his best to remind you to catch up on schoolwork. ( Smokescreen tells himself he's turning into Ultra Magnus whenever he finds himself nagging you.) He doesn't take it against you when you don't get what others are saying and is more than willing to rephrase it for better understanding.

06 | Smokescreen thinks you're special. He loves how you're so good with animals and how you seem to have all the right songs to show him. Smokescreen can watch you play with your cats for hours and has a copy of your playlist for him to listen to whenever he feels down. He finds it adorable how you can be forgetful at times and admires how loyal you are in keeping secrets. ( Like that one time you covered for him and saved him from being yelled at by Ratchet.) He doesn't see any flaw in you and even if he does, he accepts that as a part of you : his favorite human.

I hope you enjoy this Anon ! xx

[belit0]

1500k Commission [Uchiha Obito / Coffy Fem Reader] @obitobrigade

Cause I rarely see this anywhere... How about Kakashi admitting to Obito he's kinda jealous that Obito got with Coffy/reader instead of him. And Obito enjoying that fact while he cuddles on the couch with Coffy(she wearing obito shirt of course) fluffy and NSFW. *same girl from my first commission*

[Writer: My imagination flew with this scenario, I hope you like it, it's not exactly the same but it meets all the requirements !]

"I think you're exaggerating a little..."

The grey-haired man said casually. He had come to Obito's house only a short while ago and they had been talking for a moment. Or rather...

"But I am not. Watch your mouth, idiot."

"All I said was that your girlfriend is indeed beautiful... what's the matter with declaring truths out loud?"

Kakashi's intentions were not as expected, and his mere presence there was for an entirely different reason. After trying to find you at home and failing, he figured it would be best to try his luck at your partner's, even if it meant crossing paths to the one who got the woman he wanted so badly.

"I swear on my life, Kakashi, if you don't shut up right now, I'm gonna..."

"Ma, ma, Obito. How grumpy you've been lately... I wonder what she saw in you such as to stay here..."

"Are you fucking with me? Do you really want us to beat each other to death in the middle of my house?”

The patience of the Uchiha was getting closer and closer to its respective limit. He was aware of the situation, you had let him know to avoid him feeling insecure, and you had asked him not to confront his friend. Sensing a deep betrayal, Obito felt his family's genes flourish when Kakashi showed up at his door, looking for you, and decided to try to torture him to get the bitter drink out of his mouth.

"Why would that happen? We're just having a conversation. Like friends do. I'd like to talk to [Y/N], is she-"

"Too bad for you, she's mine and she’s not here."

"Since when is she a thing? You bought her and didn't tell me? What did she possibly perceive about you..."

"I treat her best, you stupid bastard, and she loves me as much as I love her."

"I don't think you love her as much as I do.”

That ended his patience. It was one thing to covet his girl, which he could not tolerate, but which he could not do anything about. You are beautiful, a woman with no equal, it is obvious that looks and desire are attracted to you. But something totally different is to come and claim love, even worse, to love you more than Obito, an impossible task.

"What did you say?"

"Uh? What?"

"Repeat it if you've got the balls."

"What? That I don't think you're worthy of her? That I don't think you can handle her? That I think it must be torture for such a woman to wake up next to... you."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you were my fucking friend."

"I thought so too until you decided to steal [Y/N] from me and play dirty. You have no shame."

"I believed it was me who treated her like a thing. Listen to you, you fucker. She decided. And she chose me. Deal with it yourself."

"She was fucking mine."

"She's fucking mine."

Both men faced each other, dangerously close and holding on to their clothes, threatening themselves with body and words.

Yes, perhaps at first your attention had been on the grey-haired one, but by now you were sure it was because you did not know Obito at that moment.

Once he appeared in your life, it was impossible to look at anyone else, things happened on their own and everything went as it should. Not being in any commitment with Kakashi, you put him in the back of your mind, enjoying the wonderful man you now had by your side.

More violent words continued to fill the room when everything suddenly fell silent before the noise of the main door. There, entering as if nothing had happened, with your bag and your phone in hand, looking at the screen and distractedly singing one of your favorite songs, was you.

Both of them let go of each other in front of you, wanting to pretend everything was fine and nothing was going on. Obito had promised to keep things calm and let you deal with the problem, and he really wanted to meet your expectations.

Dropping onto the couch with a murderous expression towards the other man present, he looked ahead and completely ignored the situation.

Kakashi, on the other hand, smiled seductively, quickly approaching to greet you.

"I tried to find you at your place earlier because I wanted to talk to you about..."

With just a glance at your man, you understood that he was making his best effort not to beat the other one up just then. No doubt was the right one. Determined, and with a politically correct grin, you knew what you had to do.

"There's nothing to talk about, Kakashi. I thought I had made it clear multiple times at this point.”

Faced with your statement, the Uchiha looked at you pouting. It seemed that he could start crying at any second. His insecurities were something that you worked together daily, and he had made enormous progress, but he still had a few problems.

"I insist that-"

"And I insist that you must leave, now. My boyfriend and I have things to do. May I show you the way out?"

The grey-haired man didn't need to hear anything else, and left the house with a loud slamming door, while you left your things in the entrance and sat next to your man on the sofa.

As soon as you touched the cushions, he hugged you, putting his head in your lap and his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry... I know what you said but I kept going crazy trying to do nothing... I thought I could help..."

"Love, love... it's okay... it was unfair from me to demand you not to act, it must have been difficult"

You caressed his hair, while he hid his face in your body to cover his regret. Your fingers ran over his scalp, while your nails scratched and sent warm sensations to his whole form. In your grip and drift, he was completely happy.

"Do you feel a little better now? More relaxed?

"As long as you give me your affection, I'll be fine."

"Actually, let me show you how devoted I am to you."

Rising and running his head carefully, kneeling in front of him, you looked at his sad little face, and decided to make him feel better with his preferred activity.

You stretched out to kiss him, joining the lips of both of you in a slow and compassionate smooch, caressing his cheeks and taking your time to savor him in your mouth. The Uchiha leaned back on the sofa, letting his arms fall to the side of his body, too depressed to even try and reciprocate.

Dealing with his inner doubts was always difficult for him, and when it came to you, they were even more intense. To be enough, to be at your level, to give you everything you deserve. He wanted to fulfill every one of those things. When he failed, he felt completely useless, wanting to hide in bed and not go out for days. But you had discovered the best way to work on his self-esteem was to let him know how utterly perfect he was.

You dragged your hands across the extension of his neck, across his chest, and onto his waist. There, you unbuttoned his trousers, still keeping his lips on yours at a slow pace, revealing a flabby limb.

Breaking the kiss, you knelt again and took his cock in your hands. Bending your head over his lap, you inserted it into your mouth, gradually for him to feel every wet corner of your cavity. Your tongue traveled and wrapped around his length, while you started with up and down movements.

His face contorted at your action, and a soft moan was born from within. The moment was not tinted with passion or hunger, as usual, rather it was an intimate, sweet situation, where love for each other became the professed act of the body and not words.

Hands caressing your hair, while your eyes were fixed on his worked figure, increasingly warming to your supplies.

His erection hardened to the maximum quickly, while your mouth continued to work on him. Grasping his waist, you ran over the head of his limb before sliding your tongue down, finding his sack and sucking.

"I... love you... too... much... I'm sorry...."

Releasing your cavity, you occupied one of your hands along his shaft as you stretched towards his neck, sitting on him but not imposing any weight on his limb. The fact that you were both fully clothed added a special bonus to the occasion, and by kissing his skin, you spoke.

"There is nothing to apologize for... let it go... feel me on you and remember that I am yours..."

It didn't take much more work for his seed to explode, staining both your garments while his body relaxed under you.

"I would really be lost without you."

"But that's what I'm here for."