#i think that he looks really cool with a tongue :333

[spaciebabie]

I feel like causing chaos today by asking questions :)

So what do you think the tongue situation on springtrap is like? Most people tend to not give him a tongue but those who do tend to alternate betwixt a human tongue that’s animatronic sized or a long, venom like tongue. But what if he still kept that crusty old body tongue? Would it be extremely gross? Maybe he lost it idk. Which one would you prefer?

im personally a fan of the venom like tongue. i just like him when hes at his most monstrous :3

there is absolutely no way that gross ass human tongue would still be there 😭 its like his dick the soft tissue would be the first thing ta go

i mean either way him with a tongue is absolutely disgusting (which is why i like him with it)

[sweetkpopmusings]

how they feel before they know it's love with seventeen <3

a/n: i'm genuinely obsessed with "i don't understand but i luv u" like i have been listening nonstop since it dropped and i cannot get enough <333 i thought it'd be cute to do a lil post somewhat inspired by the song, so here it is !! i hope you find some comfort in the sweetness of these :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, sentimental and cute vibes only | wc: 2.6k | warnings: none really! | pairing: seventeen x gn!reader | requests: open

seungcheol♡‧₊˚

seungcheol, as a leader, knows how to step back and support his members, even when it comes to holding back what he wants to say to let the others continue the excited conversation. with you, it was an entirely different story. it’s not that he ever spoke over you–he would never dream of such a thing–but he talked with you nonstop. there was an effortless exuberance in your conversations because he knew that you’d always listen to him. anything, truly anything, that popped into seungcheol’s head was something he wanted to share with you. sometimes he worried that he was annoying you with his endless chatter, but speaking his mind to you was instinctive. he wanted to share every one of his thoughts and perspectives with you because he wanted you to have all of him. every word he said to you was filled with a deep desire to share himself with you. the vulnerability that flowed through each conversation with you convinced him that maybe, just maybe, there were some important words he had not said to you yet. 

jeonghan♡‧₊˚

jeonghan’s an extremely caring person. everyone knows that about him, but his thoughtfulness towards you went to a whole different level. he thought of you first for everything. everything. he could be on tour and trying a new drink, and the first thing that would pop into his head is “y/n would love this drink.” he did not care that you were hundreds of miles away from him; at that moment, all he would want to do is send you the drink in his hand, so you could try it and then tell him what you think about it. he never realized thought of you constantly until one of his members–probably joshua–pointed out how he always said your name in conversations or bought two of everything just in case. jeonghan would never intentionally try to bring you up, nor was he aware of how he ended up with duplicates of small items. in truth, your name was always on the tip of his tongue, and you were always on his mind. one day soon, something else would be on the tip of his tongue when he said your name. 

joshua♡‧₊˚

joshua tried to play it cool, but he was fascinated by you as soon as he laid eyes on you. the nuances of how you speak, the gestures you make when you’re telling a story, and the way your favorite songs exposed the most important parts of you–shua was obsessed with memorizing each of these things. when something about you was engraved in his mind, he would show you he knew it by teasing you. his imitations or remarks were always spot on, but they clearly came from a place of fondness and attention. he teased you effortlessly with a soft smile and a sparkle in his eyes, something that made you melt each time. he wasn’t aware of the look on his face or the tone of his voice because the adoration came out so naturally when he was with you. if other people were around when shua poked fun at you, it was completely obvious to them what he was actually saying when he flawlessly imitated your facial expressions while telling a funny story from when you two went to a coffee shop over the weekend. even before either of you could put words to it, you could clearly feel the love behind every teasing jab.

junhui♡‧₊˚

junhui is so very unique, and that shines through in the way he treats you. from the moment he met you, he felt a very intense urge to make you smile. he thought about you constantly, and, one day while shopping around in a random city the day before a show, he found a small figurine that reminded him of you. he was so excited to give it to you that he couldn’t stop smiling every time he looked at it. from that point forward, he collected small trinkets and keepsakes for you, as a way to bring you a little burst of joy, even when he was away. sometimes he bought them, and other times he would just hold onto a sticker from a music shop you went to together, giving it to you when he was proud of you for a specific accomplishment. to junhui, it only made sense to write you a little note with your favorite jokes and hide it in your bag for whenever you had a bad day and needed a pick-me-up. through each thoughtful gift, it became clear that he wanted to give you the world, and junhui most certainly would, one snowglobe and ticket stub at a time. 

soonyoung♡‧₊˚

soonyoung always felt strongly about you, so he never really stopped to put an exact word to it. how he felt about and with you was something special, something only shared between you two. it was just the world you lived in together, and, in his mind, there was no reason to analyze his natural state of existence when it felt as wonderful as life did with you in it. one thing, however, that made his head feel light and his stomach feel frenzied was a new habit he developed after he met you. whenever he said something funny, even the smallest comment that made someone else laugh, he immediately had to tell you. he’d call you, send you a voice message, or rush over to you from across the room, just to tell you the story and repeat his silly little joke. soonyoung, from the first time he ever heard you laugh, knew that he needed to see that smile on your face and hear that sound fall from your lips every chance he got. he wasn’t quite sure what to call that. soon enough though, he’d figure out how to express his deepest feeling for you with words that weren’t tied to a punchline.

wonwoo♡‧₊˚

wonwoo always excelled at observing everyone and everything around him. after he met you, however, most of what he saw, heard, tasted, smelled, and touched made him think of you. everywhere he went, something reminded him of you, and he’d always smile. the shoes a stranger on the subway was wearing could be similar to a pair he saw you in the other week. maybe, in the back of the restaurant he ate at with friends after a long day of work, there was someone who ordered a drink he’d ordered for you a hundred times. no matter where he was, what he was doing, or whom he was with, wonwoo found something in his surroundings that tied him back to you. even when you two were together, you’d catch him smiling in a quiet moment. he’d brush it off, say “it’s nothing; i’m just happy to be here,” but, really, he’d want to say “the sound of the car horn made me think of that movie we watched together a few weeks ago, and every time i think of you i feel so comforted and happy, like nothing could ever go wrong.” he’d stay quiet, pondering what it truly meant to always find you in his surroundings regardless of the distance between you, and he’d squeeze your hand a little tighter as he discovered the answer.

jihoon♡‧₊˚

it was extremely easy for jihoon to find inspiration for his music from you. what he didn’t realize was that you left an indelible mark on his taste in music. whenever you two spent time together, he would give you the aux (literal or proverbial) because he was interested in what music made you happy, sad, want to dance, relax, etc. he listened very intently, and it took almost no time at all for the songs you introduced to him to make their way onto his playlists. more than that, he would frequently hum the melodies of songs you showed him as he walked around his place and cleaned. no one would ever point it out to him because they had no way of knowing that the new songs he obsessed over were all tied to you, but, eventually, jihoon realized that all the songs he associated with you were the only ones he ever had stuck in his head now. memories of you permanently embedded songs into his mind, a playlist only for him to listen to in the quiet moments of life. as he wrote lyrics that expressed this occurrence, he understood that it all came down to the fact he could never, and would never, get you out of his head. 

seokmin♡‧₊˚

seokmin was so fond of you, and he naturally expressed that fondness by giving you at least one thing to smile about each day. it started as a way to break the ice during conversations when you first got to know each other. once you two didn’t need icebreakers, the habit stayed, and seokmin’s habit became one of the strongest aspects of your relationship. seokmin never relied on anything fancy; he would send you a wholesome meme in the morning, so you could start your day smiling, or he would show you a funny video clip when you met up for dinner, starting the night off with a hefty dose of laughter. there was a sparkle in his eye when he laughed with you, one that only showed up when he saw your smile. he would be particularly proud if he made you laugh until tears fell or you smiled so big your cheeks hurt. whenever that happened, he would boast to his members, showing them the picture or video while beaming with excitement as he recounted your reaction. alongside his excitement toward your joy existed the fact that he couldn’t rest easy until he knew you had at least a little bit of serotonin in your day. truthfully, he never felt more at peace than when he was the source of that happiness, and he wanted to feel that for as long as humanly possible. 

mingyu♡‧₊˚

mingyu has a real presence. from his height to his goofy personality, people know when mingyu is around. those charms were how he caught your eye, and he always got an energy boost when you were around. as he grew closer to you, more comfortable, mingyu’s behavior revealed an even sweeter side of him. whenever he spoke with you, his voice was soft and careful, every word meant for you only. his looks always held you gently as he soaked up every word that you shared with him. any times jokes or teasing comments wove their way into your conversations, he laughed hard but quietly, just loud enough for you to hear, even leaning closer to you, enclosing the both of you in the joy of the moment. if you had physical contact with each other, mingyu’s touches were as soft as everything else about him. it was never out of the belief that you were fragile. rather, tenderness radiated from mingyu whenever he felt you near, and it enveloped his entire being when he looked at you. mingyu was always caring, always considerate, but his loved ones often commented that they had never seen him so soft before. mingyu knew, without knowing how to explain it quite yet, that you were the difference.

minghao♡‧₊˚

minghao values peace and quiet. life is chaotic for most people, and this was especially true for someone in his line of work. he tried, as best as he could, to create pockets of calm whenever and wherever he could, through meditation or simply waking up to watch the sunrise by himself. searching for that peace grounded him in his toughest times, and he depended on that calmness to get through it all. as he got to know you, searching for that peace became easier. minghao was calmer, knowing you were there, and he instantly relaxed whenever you were beside him. there was not anything specific that you did; you could just look at him, and his whole body would relax, proving just how stressed he had been mere seconds before he laid eyes on you. to minghao, you were the ultimate source of serenity. he never wanted to lean into clichés, but it was true that, even in a crowded room, he would know you were there by the way his heartbeat relaxed into a natural, happy rhythm. it didn’t take long for minghao to notice that you had this effect on him. it also wouldn’t be long before he admitted this, and something just as meaningful, to you.  

seungkwan♡‧₊˚

everyone knows seungkwan is an entertainer through and through. when you two were introduced to each other, he performed as well as he could to keep you laughing, and, unbeknownst to himself, to impress you. as time passed, however, he realized didn’t have to perform in front of you. he felt comfortable enough to be his most authentic self, and he only ever wanted to be his most authentic self with you. he still loved to do bits around you and be dramatic when the moment called for it, but he wanted to show you other sides of him too. for seungkwan, he felt a connection with and appreciation for you that could only be expressed by him letting his guard down. what mattered more than entertaining you was showing you every part of himself as honestly as humanly possible. showing up exactly how he was whenever he was with you was all he could think of because he always wanted to meet you exactly where you were. it wasn’t long after he realized this that his truest feelings toward you came out. it wasn’t something he thought of before he said it; it was something that slipped out when you asked him, “how was your day?” 

hansol♡‧₊˚

hansol’s mind is expansive. his perspectives reflect his astute introspection and deep compassion, and he would never cease to amaze–or entertain–those around him with the thoughts inside his head. to hansol, however, your mind was the most fascinating. he was deeply curious about the things that made up who you are: your hyperfixations, the dreams you had at night, your favorite snack for each time of day, etc. he was endlessly entranced by everything that colored your life. he wanted nothing more than to color his life with them too. this genuine interest meant that hansol’s eyes were filled with childlike wonder whenever you shared something about yourself with him. he committed every minute detail to memory, and he often retold anecdotes from your life during conversations with his friends. even to them, it was endearing to see his delighted laughter as he recounted stories of small social faux pas in your adolescence that became inside jokes between you two now. it was during one of those conversations, while smiling at the thought of you, that hansol started to uncover what influenced his infatuation with all things you.   

chan♡‧₊˚

chan took to you immediately. your personality charmed him, regardless of how charming you thought yourself to be. he couldn’t get enough of the conversations shared between you two, existential or lighthearted. chan genuinely wanted to talk to you as much as humanly possible–without annoying you or taking you away from the other people you cared about–and that’s why he started calling you whenever he was done with his schedules for the day. it could be the hardest practice of the year, but chan, drenched in sweat and barely able to walk, would light up the second you started to say “hello” on the phone. the sound of your voice literally put a pep in his step. he developed a liking to walking home, just so he had an excuse to talk to you for a long time without any interruptions. neither of you needed convincing, however, because everything flowed so seamlessly between you. chan didn’t know exactly how to tell you this, but, with you, he was eager to say even the simplest things until his voice gave out, just so he could keep on talking to you.

[wonton4rang]

Pleasee do firsts with Leehan <333

HIII <33 OMW!!

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i love u 3000 ¡!

pairing: leehan x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.

summary: short scenarios of firsts with leehan.

note: this is a series, you can see the members that are done here. <3 pd. i didn't check this so if it has any typos, please lmk and i'll correct them asap !!

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first time he realises he's in love; i have two sides for him, i feel like he would either know right away that he likes you, noticing how his heart pounded faster when you were around, how he got nervous each time you looked at him even though he tried to play it cool, how he would look for you in a crowd unconsciously, or he would just don't realise at all, everyone knows he would literally kill for you but he keeps thinking he just really likes you... as a friend. but i think he would realise he's in love w u with something random, like he would give you his gummies or simply ditch an afternoon with his fishtank to be with you. only then opening his eyes wide and covering his mouth with surprise before saying "oh my god, i think i like her" yes, leehan, you like her.

how would he confess; tbh i feel like he wouldn't make a big fuss about it. he would buy you something he knows you like, a chain, a keyring, anything material that can last (not flowers or chocolates) so it can be a token of the confession he made to you, whether you accept his feelings or not. he would call you over to his place or probably to a park or a place where there was just the two of you, he would go straight to the point, smiling with his eyes first before saying a soft "i really like you, can you give me a chance to be your company?" his hands were shaking when he showed you the prettiest keyring you've ever seen and how could you say no? you also liked him very much !! a soft kiss on the cheek sealed the contract.

officially dating w leehan; i feel like it would be the most normal yet abnormal thing ever. like he would be so chill, just cuddling you on the couch while watching something on the tv and then he would suddenly look at you a say "what if we went hiking? i think the weather is nice for it!!" and you would just roll your eyes and laugh a little bit before saying "it's 93F outside, baby, we would roast to death". he would be the type to always have his hands on you, it could be holding your waist, playing with your hair, just resting on your thigh or even around your shoulders or playing with your fingers, but he would always find a way of having physical contact with you. he would rather have food delivered to your place and eat while talking about each other's days instead of cooking because you both were tired.

first kiss; there are so many ways this could happen but being honest...? i feel like he wouldn't directly try to kiss you first because he didn't want to make you feel pressured so he just kept certain distance. the problem was that he got so used to keeping his distance that he didn't notice when you finally were ready, basically ignoring all your tries to initiate the kiss you've been longing for a few days. it gets to a point were he finally notices because you pout after he kissed your cheek and he goes like "what's wrong, y/n? didn't like that one?" and when you nodded with your head to confirm his words, he laughed a bit before giving you a small peck in the lips, that being your first kiss with him since you guys started dating about a month ago. and it didn't end there, because when he saw your cheeks flushed with that pink blush, he couldn't help it but kiss you again, this time properly, taking his time to kiss you goodnight.

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; kisses with leehan were never pecks, it was an actual kiss, lips moving at a pace and sometimes your tongues met too, but that was it, you guys never really made out or touched each other up like animals. well, that until today because when leehan felt your back against his crotch he felt like he was going crazy, you were cuddling together on your bed, ready to sleep, but leehan would start to hold your thighs, pressing on the skin before softly kissing your neck and get close enough to your ear to whisper "i want to kiss you, baby" and tbh you could feel the boner against your body, your pussy clenching when you finally turned to face him and he took you in for the most explicit kiss ever. tongues tangled, saliva being shared and you humping him while he softly grinded against you. after you both got off, Morfeo held you both on his arms until the next day.

first time meeting your family; from what i know about leehan i think he wouldn't be too nervous about it. i feel like he would want to make a good first impression so he would ask you about your parents likings, he would ask you if they liked fishes or gummies, or basically anything he liked so he could bring it up. he would try to help cooking but would end up getting a cooking class by your dad that made them bond more than you would think!! he would be himself all the time, maybe not that loud but definitely not hiding his true self because even if he wanted to, it would be too difficult. i can see him saying "next time i come here will be with our wedding invitation" your parents would just laugh and you would try to pull him away before he finished it off with a "and i plan my next visit to be very soon!!" even though you were ashamed, all you could do was laugh. your parents loved him, in fact, he would go to their place to just chat or have a meal because he loved your dad's cooking skills !!

first time w leehan; the only thing that comes to my mind when i think of this is the word "comfortable". like i feel that everything would be so lovely and warm, his smile making your heart feel soft and your nerves go away, his fingers would lovingly trace your lines, playing with your hair while he kissed you with so much care you actually felt gone for a second. he would prepare you so good, his fingers fucking your wet cunt to make sure you are ready to take his cock before he actually goes in, kissing your pussy and leaving a long lick there before going back to your mouth and place and open kiss there "can i go in?" he would ask and after you said yes he pushed in slowly, going all the way in and the tracing it back. the way he fucked you, so deep and nicely, it felt so personal, so romantic and yet so dirty, the way his hair got messy, his lips looking abused because you bite them so much, the explicit sounds of your wet pussy and his hard dick making you squirm under his touch before you finally came undone, he came too, almost right after you. he would look at you for a few seconds, his dick still deep inside your cunt, he would laugh and kiss your lips, laying besides you before saying "wanna go for a second round?" well damn.

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this is the keyring he would give u :(( you guys have matching ones and carry them everywhere with the little fishes and flowers oh my 😭😭🫶 even the "confession letter" and some butterflies, i need one of those asap.

[cosmal]

hi <333 perhaps a cute scenario where the reader suddenly gets a nose bleed from stress, maybe remus or sirius helps and takes care of the reader (unrequited love, mutual pining ??) i often get nose bleeds

nosebleeds

summary — sirius worries for you when you get a stress nosebleed.

content — sirius black x reader, nosebleeds!, mentions of blood

Most of the time they come on before you can stop them. You’re never the first to notice them when you’re not alone.

You’re too busy talking to Sirius in a quiet corner of Lily’s living room to notice it.

“She owns four of them, Sirius,” you say, halfway through a giggle. It’s nice because you’ve had an awful week and he has this special way of unwinding you. “Four! They’re so cool.”

He’s reaching into his pocket for a cloth and you don’t take notice. Too busy thinking about how your next-door neighbour has four chickens in her backyard. But then he’s raising his hands to your face and you stop gushing.

“Hey, slow down for a sec, sweetheart,” he says softly. He holds the tissue to your nose and he’s got his other hand at the base of your head. You startle, but not like you should because it’s only him.

“Is my nose bleeding?” you ask. He presses firmer and you wrinkle your face up.

“Yeah,” he says softly. Though he looks like he’s about to panic. “Sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” you say honestly. Your voice a little stuffed up where he has the cloth.

“Can you hold it for me?” he asks and lightens the pressure up a bit for you to know you can hold it.

You blink, nodding robotically. Scrambling to relieve him where he’s got his hands. “Sorry,” you say flustered because he’s got his hands all over you and it’s really hard to focus when he’s also looking at you like that.

You replace his with your own and he smiles sympathetically when blood starts to dribble over your lips and down your chin. You start to heat up with embarrassment, holding a second hand under your face to stop it from dripping on your clothes.

“Wait there,” he says quickly, “I’ll go find something. Can you tip your head back?”

“Does that work?”

“I’m not sure. Might save that pretty top, though.”

“Right,” you say breathlessly. He’s unbelievable.

You stand to the side trying to not make a mess when Sirius returns after a moment. He’s got a wet flannel and some more tissues. There’s a plastic water bottle tucked under his arm.

“Give me those,” he says. He’s being completely serious.

“My bloody tissues?” you ask through a laugh. He smiles and motions for you to hand them over. “Sirius you don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, I’ve dealt with worse,” he says kindly.

You know what he’s implying. He looks after Regulus all the time and Remus like he’s family. This is nothing comparable.

You peel the cotton from your face and are happy when you notice it’s almost stopped completely. They never hurt but there’s always a pressure behind your eyes that’s mostly manageable.

“Here,” he says using a hand to hold your face. You startle again though not as bad as before. Sirius is always touching you but never near your face.

He pushes his thumb into your cheek to tilt your head closer to the window. He starts to dab at your lip where blood's been smeared and you try to stay still. You blink quickly because you can’t help it.

“Sirius, I know how to clean myself,” you say kindly and try not to look him in the eye. Where his tongue is peeking out from between his perfect teeth. “I get nosebleeds all the time.”

“I know,” he smiles quickly and turns to look at you. “But I want to.”

Your skin goes numb where he’s got his hands. You’d assume the dizziness was from your tiring week if Sirius didn’t normally have this effect on you.

He finishes up as best as he can manage and hands you the cloth in case you need it. Handing you the bottle afterwards.

“Drink,” he says softly. You know you shouldn’t argue, you’d expect him to pour the water in your mouth himself if you denied him.

“You’re bossy,” you laugh before taking a sip. The cool water soothes your chest where it slowly makes its way down. You close your eyes for a moment.

“I know you’re stressed," Sirius says with the barest hint of a frown. You wish he wouldn't.

"God, am I that harsh?" you ask and can't help the pathetic laugh you give him.

"I know you get nosebleeds when you're stressed, Y/N," he tells you and it honestly surprises you.

You never told him that. "Oh."

You hold the flannel back to your face like you need to, not because you'd rather busy yourself with something else than feel yourself set alight under Sirius's horribly attentive gaze.

Sirius wipes a mark from your cheek that you missed with his thumb and it strikes your skin like a match against its box. "I wish you'd tell me when you're stressed out, sweetheart."

"I'm okay," you sniffle, letting your hand fall to your side. Your limbs feel heavy, your head even worse. You liked it better before your nose had played up and you were talking about chickens.

"You're nose is bleeding."

"I'm okay, really."

"Y/N..."

"Okay," you giggle, "Sorry. Next time I'm stressed I'll...I'll call you." Any excuse, really.

"Good," he says a little too pleased. "Good, because then I'll have an excuse to come see you."

[iheartchv]

Hey I saw your matchup things and they are so cool!! could I please get one!! I'm 4'11 and weigh 110 I'm a lil chubby I love cats and speak 5 languages (German, Japanese, Urdu, Punjabi, Russian) Pakistani, Jap My hair is very poofy and curly !! its not super long it just looks big and its down to my chest I have an attitude but im reserved and quiet most of the time I have big giant thigh head curhsers because of my dad (wham) I'm academically challenged in most subjects, but physics is my pursuit. I'm very good at it and proud My fashion style outside is cute baggy clothing or smth, but if we are in a relationship for long enough and at HOME, its very revealing clothing (smallest shorts ever and a skintightttt t-shirt) I listen to metal, rap, electric

I'm an extremely cuddly lover, but I know how to take things slow if they aren't comfortable with it (projecting) (but im touch starved what the freak)

<333

🤔I'll pair you with...

Keegan P. Russ ☠

I think Keegan would be your match

You two would be different sides of the same coin

More times than not Keegan is quiet

However, if you try to start a conversation first he will talk

And if you keep talking, finding things to talk about, he'll never want to stop

I feel like you two would become best friends

And then one night, you had a dream about him

It was innocent, though

Just hanging out like normal

But in the dream, you two were soooo close

Holding hands

You ignored it until you dreamed of Keegan kissing you

You had developed a crush on him but didn't want to ruin what you both had

Keegan was observant

He noticed how you were acting

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"...nothing"

"You don't need to lie. I know something's bothering you."

"Nothings bothering me, I'm just... thinking"

"About what?"

Should you tell him?

Would you risk telling him how you felt for him?

You thought about the times when you fell asleep beside him watching a movie, how he comforted you with hugs when you've had a bad day

He's been there by your side

He was a good friend, a best friend

And you really wanted to be more than that

You couldn't stop thinking and daydreaming about him

It was driving you crazy

"I... uhm, it's just..."

You was getting tongue twisted

You tried again

"I like you, a lot, Keegan."

You gave a pause

"And I understand if you don't feel the same. I just didn't want to regret not saying anything."

You didn't look at him as you said all of this

After a short moment of silence you looked over to Keegan

A smile formed on his lips

"Took you long enough"

You were confused

"Huh?"

He told you that one of the Ghosts noticed the way you looked at him, blushing whenever he would look your way

"If you waited any longer, I was going to tell you myself"

Needless to say you two are now dating

[kkotda]

J K L AND OR P FOR THE ASK GAME SENDING SEVERAL IN CASE U ALREADY DID ONE

MI AMORE I LOVE YOU (so i'm gonna do both kenma and sylus >:3)

j - jealousy: do they get jealous easily? what do they do when jealous?

the thought of jealous kenma........ is doing things to me............ but he'd be so cool about it. like. something about that guy looking at me rubs him the wrong way so he casually just blocks his view by stepping into his line of sight. isn't very confrontational unless they cross a line and he def doesn't take it out on me either but oh he will make sure it's known that koi is already called for :3

and sylus, oh god sylus, he is so blatant with his jealousy but he also doesn't take it out on me and also makes sure to make it known that i am called for alsdkfasldf. if he notices someone staring at me a little too long he'll just walk up and put his entire body weight on me and i'm like struggling trying to keep the both of us up. or he'll like (biting my fist) wrap an arm around my waist and just make the other person VERY uncomfortable alsdfasldkfajf

oh but when I'M jealous... oh god... i'm glaring daggers but also i know he (both kenma and sylus) won't even give them a chance (kenma literally doesn't give them the time of day and sylus will HUMILIATE them i would almost feel bad alsdkfasdlkfj) but i'm being so fr i would be so childish about it (sticking my tongue out at them IN MY HEAD, etc) i also don't take it out on kenma/sylus and putting them on the defensive but i do think i would be a little bit (just a tad bit) more whine-y and demanding of physical affection aslfkasklfjas (AS EMBARRASSING AS IT IS TO ADMIT SLDKFJSDFLKJF)

k - kissing: what is it like kissing them?

if i think about this for too long i will short-circuit SO UH kissing kenma is very sweet and sensual :3 like apple pie topped with vanilla ice cream :D (did you see what i did there HAHAHHAHAHA <- kenma loves apple pie) and kissing sylus is very heated but also strangely gentle with a sprinkle of desperation :3 OKAY I CANNOT THINK ON THIS ANYMORE SLDFKSDLFJSDF I'M SO SORRY

l - love: when did they realize they were in love?

omg i get to talk about koizume au again :D realistically speaking, i don't think kenma even realizes it until like kuroo or yamamoto says something, maybe by pointing out how often they catch him stealing glimpses of me, or noticing how some other boy has been trying to get my attention (feat. jealous kenma!!!! >:D) and now all of a sudden he's more aware that i'm all he can think about, every waking moment, hours into the night before he ultimately falls asleep. like he genuinely did not notice until one or both of them points it out :,3

syloi au debut i think but i think he's really intrigued by me. and it wasn't anything serious before. but he's been seeing me everywhere, findings bits of me in everything. he finds himself thinking about me more frequently, often sending mephisto (his mechanical crow!!) to check in on me, offering to do more things with me, finding more excuses to be near me, etc etc etc (>////<) in other words, it was a 'well damn' moment for him HHAHAHAHAH

me on the other hand... ooh boy i think i can confidently say koi no yokan, i knew i was going to like them and... yeah. okay not-so-secret, but i first started liking kenma because of his voice, i was sold when i heard it (BRINGING BACK HAIKYUU MOVIE MEMORIES LSDKFSDLFJSDF) and it just snowballed from there. similarly, i saw the trailer posted on l&ds twt and was like yeah. it's him. i want him. (for context: i was very hesitant to choose a fav and i felt very unsure but then i saw sylus and that was the most sure i've ever felt in my entire life asldfkasjdflakjds)

p - phone: how often do they talk to each other on the phone or other means of communication?

clearing throat, ALL THE TIMEEEEEEE!!!! if kenma and i aren't physically together, we're on a discord video call. we text too when calling is too difficult, but discord call with him alwayssss <333 sylus i think is always vigilant for notifications from me, and we text fairly often (i like to send him stickers asldkfasdfj) but he prefers video calls

selfship alphabet ask game!

[icharchivist]

Name!Anon here and no,you did perfectly. I specifically asked because I wanted to hear your thoughts and I'm honoured you gave me a rant in return❤️ I also really loved the original Lucifaces naming post,very enlightening (pun intended) :D It shows how much thought was put into something as simple as their names. Perhaps Belial's name ending in -al as opposed to -el is to symbolize either Lucilius complete disinterest in him or how corrupted his obsession with his creator became? Just a thought

aaah i'm so glad 💕 i got worried for a bit ahah, i can get scattered when it hits just close enough from something i have Many Thoughts about

i'm glad you enjoyed the rambling! :D There's honestlys o much thought put into it it's truly fantastic.

And yeah right??? I did think so too.

Honestly Belial is a name with so many use for the thematic they decided to go through with this character. From Belial and Beelzebub both being character in Paradise Lost by John Milton that are associated with Lucifer's (as in, "Faa" there) rebellion against Heaven, and the meaning of "Belial" being "worthless", it already sets Belial up in this weird light we know him into, both by Faa's side, while considered lesser by his creator, especially compared to the "Luci-of-God" we have next to him.

But indeed, with the spelling that ends up taking a tongue and cheek meaning with Feru's spelling, it therefore sets Belial further apart from his creator. His suffix is still "-aru", so, he keeps the "-ru" mark that all the others have, but the "-a-" instead of "-e-" sound all the other have make it look slightly corrupted. Like, "of god, but a little to the left". And with this spelling the Japanese can get a little supplemental treat of still having Belial aligning with Faa's creation, but somehow still standing out, as if he's not exactly like the rest of them in some way.

and then (ofc as i mentioned in the post) we have the two angels who are the most disconnected from Faa himself, who are allies of Feru first, who are those ending in -on, Metatron and Sandalphon, completely dropping any pretense of belonging to Faa.

So we have the primarches who are all specifically "of God", and here, as Faa is trying to reach Godhood, basically appropriate himself all of them. We have Belial, who's still linked to this pattern, but just changed enough that he looks like an outsider, which fits with the thematic of his name, and the way Faasan has seen him. And Metatron and Sandalphon who are actual outsiders because they're not linked to the plans of Faa (or at least, not anymore) and are therefore their own beings.

I honestly can't tell how far they thought all of it through and how much is a pleasant coincidence, especially when it comes to Belial, but in the end it really fits the thematics so well it's just *chief kiss*

i love the naming convention of the gbf angels it's so cool.

I'm so glad you enjoyed the read at least <333 take care!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

KAIROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I FEEL SOOOOOOOOOOOOO INSANE I FEEL LIKE I’M ABOUT TO EXPLODE I FEEL LIKE WEEPING………………. this fic fully took me out i’m literally bursting at the SEAMS w love for this man I ADORED THIS FIC TO THE MOON AND BACK!!!! and i adore ur sugu so much it makes me look silly…

we’re just gonna get right into it bc i suck at verbalizing my love for fics unless i do it like this PJDKDB this got long !! obv !!! it’s my love letter to u and sugu <333 AND THIS FIC OFC i rlly do mean it when i say this was lifechanging … it’s midnight rn and i’m sleepy but i want u to know i shed real tears over this fic . Actual tears. i sniffled under my blanket when sugu and reader were talking in the bathtub. ur sugu feels so real and human and he’s so lovely WE’LL GET TO THAT SOON THOUGH here’s a drink and a snack for u while u read 🍵🍰 i hope u like matcha !! if not have some coffee ☕️ with honey 🍯 ok atp i think i just like using the food emojis PHDJFJ 😭😭

the first time you kiss suguru’s knuckles, he falters.

WHAT A WAYYYYY TO BEGIN UR FIC immediately i was like ….. yeahhh this is gonna break me. AND THE KNUCKLE KISS THE KNUCKLE KISSSSS KAIRO OUR BRAINS ARE SMOOCHING isn’t it just perfect for sugu … giving or receiving ….. no but knuckle kisses are a favorite of mine they’re just so full of devotion so pure in a way … love how often they appeared in the fic and how soft they make him 🥺🥺

his mesmerizing gaze is directed at you, molten gold eyes inquisitive. irrevocably fond.

MOLTEN GOLD EYESSSS i LOVE the way u describe his eyes throughout this fic kairo…. u really make me imagine them all artsy and golden he’s sooo mesmerizing

your thumb gingerly caresses his ring finger (the one that holds a devout vow of eternal love), your featherlight touch raising wonderful shivers across his body. with the utmost care, you delicately, as if he’s made out of precious china, brush your supple glossed lips against his fingers, relishing in the coolness of his promise ring that encases both his aquamarine birthstone & your own. 

I LOVEEEEE UR DESCRIPTIONS I LOVE UR IMAGERY (<- will be repeating this often i think BUT I MEAN IT OK) and ohhhhh my fucking god kairo….. one thing abt ur sugu is that he is a SAP and that’s canon to me. u Get him. HE’S SUCHHHH A ROMANTIC THE PROMISE RINGS W UR BIRTHSTONES????? ack i’m just . the way every single he does has a thought behind it… a sentiment….. he’s the sweetest ever :(((

suguru’s amber eyes widen significantly, soft black eyelashes fluttering like raven wings against the tan of his cheek that’s blushed with a hue of raspberry red. mouth slightly ajar in surprise, his silver lip ring glints like starlight in the sunset daze of the evening, while his pierced tongue is pressed against his own cheek to stop himself from becoming a bumbling, stuttering mess. 

IMMEDIATELY I HAVE TO MENTION UR DESCRIPTIONS AND IMAGERY AGAIN BC WOWWWWWW kairo i truly do adore ur writing….. it blows my MIND that this is ur first real fic like u are so talented. it makes me sick to my stomach actually. i need to give u the nobel prize in literature these words of praise wont do …. 😞😞😞 AND AHEHWHDHHDHFHDHFHFH THE TONGUE PIERCINGGGGGGGG THE ARI/KAIRO HIVEMIND IS SO REAL i love. ur sugu. not just the mental descriptions but the physical too. like the piercings…. the tattoos…. sigh. he’s so sexy it makes me angry. and the way he gets shyyyy 🥺🥺🥺 he’s a baby . our baby.

if he speaks — he wholeheartedly believes all that’ll tumble out of his lips will be unabashedly fervent divulgances of: “i love you. i love you. i love you.” 

WAHHHHHH HE’S SO SWEETT i love this line sm :((( smth abt it just hits me so hard he rlly is overflowing with love !!!! it just spills out !!!!!

adoration blooms out of his ribcage like a meadow of daffodils, sweetness enveloping around his heart, soft ivory petals and sage green tendrils wrapping themselves delicately over his bones. he reckons that if you couldn’t hear his heartbeat hammering out of his chest before, you definitely can now.

THISSSSS DESCRIPTION KAIRO R U TRYING TO HAVE ME HOSPITALIZED 😭😭😭😭 this is so downright STUNNING i can’t handle it at all…… not even a little bit…… had to take a breather after this literally nothing gets me as weak as flower imagery + ribcage imagery and when they’re COMBINED?? i feel ill. i feel like a sheet of paper abt to be blown away into the sunset.

no but this was genuinely so so pretty kairo i LOVE the way u write (<- will be repeating this a lot but again; only bc it’s true)

unbelievably charmed, he can’t help the giggle that spills its way out through his mouth like honey, a syrupy-sweet sounding little thing. his shaky fingers cover his rosy lips slightly as he laughs bashfully. he’s a bit shy because of it, but you don’t think a sound has ever been so melodious to your ears. you’d get down on one knee to kiss his knuckles reverently as many times as he wants just to hear his laughter over and over and over again.  the way you see it, it’s as if you were put on this earth to devote yourself to him. 

AWWWW DID THAT MAKE U GIGGLE BABYGIRL <33333333333 HE’S SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING CUTE KAIRO I DROPPED DOWN TO MY KNEES?????? HE GIGGLED 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and the way u describe it too…. syrupy-sweet….. rosy lips…… shaky fingers covering them…. this gave me such immense cuteness aggression like i need to pounce on him i need to kiss him silly i need it so bad it aches

AND READER ;;;;; they’re so devoted i love the direction u took with them they rlly do feel like his knight in shining armor…. they’re both so smitten and protective and nurturing and it makes me soo :((( so emotional. i think sugu is the most devoted man alive so to be w someone who returns that treatment!!! …….. they could fix him idc

“well, aren’t you just so sweet.” suguru can’t help the coo that escapes his cherry red lips when you look up at him with your precious doe eyes, “my pretty little baby.”  he softly pinches your cheek, admiring the soft plush. he cradles your cheek with the same hand, & carefully smoothes down your hair that’s been strewn around a bit by the evening wind with the other. suguru pats your head in a nurturing manner in the process, another fond coo escaping him when he sees you preen at the attention he gives you, affectionately watching you revel in the flattering treatment.

part 1 of me genuinely fucking collapsing over this fic while giggling and kicking my feet KAIROOOOOO U CANT DO THIS TO ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 U CANTTTTTTTT I’M SO……… this genuinely made me melt into a puddle MY PRETTY LITTLE BABY… THE HEADPATS….. MY WEAKNESSES i started purring i won’t lie. humans can’t purr but i rlly did. aaaaa and the way reader just melts….. 🥺🥺 they’re the cutest little guy ever and sugu just loves babying them sm… they’re my everything……….

his golden eyes that are now an onyx, dilated with desire, flit to your mouth. his thumb outlines your pretty lips that are begging to be devoured by his own. his right hand moves to cradle the back of your head, tilting your face up so he can comfortably take control. long, slender fingers splay across your hair, bringing you closer to him, slightly tugging the strands to hear and feel you gasp against his mouth. he presses his left hand against the small of your back, coaxing you further into his body, fusing you both together. not wanting to be even a millimeter apart. he just can’t get enough of you. 

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i have no words just know i am on my hands and knees worshipping ur writing + this made me DIZZY like phewwwwww i’m so down bad it’s embarrassing. this is canon to me btw sugu 100% kisses just like this like he’s so intense in a way but also so soft?? def the type to kiss u until ur brain is all fuzzy and he has to cradle u so so softly or else u’ll just crumble into a pile of mush ….

sigh . i Need him 😔😔😔

you zig-zag around the counter, making sure you pick up the purse that suguru got for you on your previous anniversary, an acrylic charm of your favorite anime character clinking against the metal fastenings. (another gift that suguru got you, begrudgingly he might admit, because who the hell is that toji fushiguro guy anyways…) 

SO CUTEEEE i love how this fic is just BRIMMING w gifts!!!! things u get sugu, things he got u, things haibara and nanami got him, things u get satoru .. etc etc etc. there were so many mentions of things being given and it’s just so :((( this fic is just dripping w love and care …. it means sm to meee

ALSOOOOO THE TOJI CHARM PDHKFVFKFJF OH I KNOW HE WAS FUMING …… silly little man getting jealous over a hot anime guy…. reader only has eyes for u dummy !! (idk abt kairo though i think ur gonna have to fight toji for her attention sugu 😔😔😔 …)

“FORGOT SOMETHING, I ALMOST DIED.” you rush back to him, big goofy smile on your face. “baby… you’re heaving.” suguru covers his mouth, trying not to giggle out loud at how out of breath you are just by running a few feet. you’re so fucking cute.

THEIR DYNAMIC IS SOOOOO FUCKING SWEET i firmly sincerely believe that sugu belongs with a silly reader . it just makes sense to me. he’s sooo smitten w them!!! ur his silly little goose !!! <33

he turns to face you, watching how engrossed you are in your phone, tapping away incessantly. wanting your full attention, his fingers grab your chin gently to force you to look him. he jokingly purrs, “if you took me here to kill me, i’ll have you know… sitting on my face would be much easier. much more preferred.” 

my knees buckled THE . the grabbing ur face…. to get ur attention.,,.. CANONNNNNN IT’S SOOOO SUGU I DIED and don’t get me started on the sitting on his face. stupid silly man it wasn’t even his own joke smh ……….. i did melt into a puddle though u wrote him a lil too suave 😵‍💫😵‍💫

you stare at him blankly. “okay, you’ve hung out with me waaaay too much because i literally said that pick-up line to you last week and now you’re blatantly stealing it… like a THIEF. and also? you drove us here. who the hell is gonna drive me back if you’re dead?” his brows furrow and he pouts, annoyed that you didn’t fall into his arms and blush because of his (your) raunchy words. he turns away from you and opens his door to leave, brattily huffing out a, “hmph.” 

AAAAAAAAA THEY REALLY ARE JUST…. i adore their dynamic i doooooo READER IS SO SILLY i love the implication that they were just like . ”if u wanna kill me pls sit on my face king <333” they’re so real actually AND WAHHH SUGU BEING ALL GRUMPY 😭😭 he’s such a brat it’s TRUE and we don’t talk abt it enough….

the cream of his sweater and the contrast of his cascading ink-black hair entrances you, the silver hairpin you got him during a couple’s trip to kyoto in the top of his bun. the dangling deep violet amethyst gem glints in the moonlight, making him look even prettier. he turns his head to the left, from here you can’t see his eyebrow piercing or his lip piercing since they’re both on the right side of his face, but you do see his eyebrow slit — a scar which you’ve softly traced over many times. his side profile allures you effortlessly, the angular bridge of his nose and the soft cupid’s bow of his lip offering up a beautiful contrast that is suguru: graceful yet strong.

needed to mention this i don’t have anything to say except just . how beautiful it is….. how in awe i am of u and ur writing …….. like i can visualize him so clearly and he’s so gorgeous it makes me feel sick it rlly isn’t fair 😞😞😞…. all the piercings…. save me kairo i’m abt to crumble……

he sits up and picks up the tonkatsu sandwich, handing you the bigger half. “but seriously, how’d you find this place?” you take the smaller half from his grasp instead, switching with him. taking a bite, you hum happily. 

AAAAAA THESE SMALL DETAILS ALWAYS GET ME he offers u the bigger half but u take the smaller one 🥺🥺🥺 i feel like just these two lines depict their dynamic so well. they’re always always looking out for each other :(((

if you’re being honest with yourself, the best thing to experience in your life is getting to see suguru act genuinely excited. his eagerness to discover new things is infectious, and the man before you is the real suguru: dorky, eclectic, passionate. 

AND THIS 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 kairo u understand him….. u Get it…….. i can’t not see him as a huge dork like that’s just what he is. he can act mysterious and suave and cool all he wants but we know the truth!! he’s a lil nerdy dork and it’s the most charming thing abt him <3333 reader’s love for him is also so palpable here …. they love all sides of him so dearly ☹️☹️☹️

“plus, it’s really hot when you’re all stern and tellin’ me off. what’s my incentive to listen to every word you say if i can get you scoldin’ me instead?” you tilt your head against your hand, grin wide, teeth bared. the masochist in you wants him to scold you even further. 

SOOOOOOO FUCKING REAL THEY’RE SO ME i need sugu to scold me i think it would fix me entirely

you shrug. “if you do it like a hot stern professor, then sure.” you both shake on it. he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to stop the smile that threatens to creep up on his face. “ugh. fine. be quiet and come over here.” he picks you up underneath your thighs and puts you in between his legs. your back pressed against his warm, sturdy chest. he kisses you on the head, appreciative of your indulgence of him. 

AGAIN SO REAL SO VERY REAL professor sugu…, the way i love u so……,, AND AAAA PULLING U INTO HIS LAP TO TELL U ABT THE STARS <333 he’s the ideal man genuinely

“you’re the light of my life, you illuminate my life, you’re the sole star and center of my universe, blah blah blah… so i figured… ya know…!” you gesticulate wildly, and in the moonlight suguru can see the slight blush on your cheeks. your eyes looking everywhere else but his own. you’re shy. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEY’RE SHYYYYYY THIS WAS JUST SO SO SWEET…. the gesture is so thoughtful too i don’t blame sugu for going a lil feral tbh

you scratch the back of your head, trying to save face. you quickly backtrack, “i know it’s a bit cheesy and honestly, technically, this was probably a scam, but i figured it was the thought that counts and–”

PHDIFJFJFJJD READER’S DIALOGUE GOT SO MANY GIGGLES OUT OF ME i support their maybe possibly a scam gift giving tendencies <333

suguru’s seductive low-lidded gaze is locked on you, parts of his bangs wisped across his face from the momentum of pouncing on you. he’s breathing heavily, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat hammering against yours, his nipple piercings slightly poking into your chest. a rosy blush spreads itself on his cheeks like a strawberry jam, and you don’t think any view could compare to the one you’re blessed to see now. 

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫K😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 KA 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 KAIR 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 KAIROOOOOO U CAN’T…… JUST CASUALLY MENTION THE NIP PIERCINGS………….,.,,, 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I’M ALREADY ON THE FLOOR PLS LET ME BREATHE FOR A SECOND ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

(also <33 ur descriptions <3333 yeah. need this man on top of me asap preferably suffocating me w his giant tiddies WHO SAID THAT)

pulling away once more, and peering deep into his amber orbs, you think that his eyes carry the most beautiful stars. a milky way of ochre and obsidian. 

ari/kairo hivemind so real i think i have a sugu wip somewhere comparing his eyes to the milky way too….. AAAA IT’S SUCH A LOVELY DESCRIPTION i cried

bright amber eyes which often have a gentle look in them have turned into a dull ochre, obsidian pupils overtaking his irises. they’re still gentle because he’s looking at you… but if you’re being honest with yourself, his eyes remind you a bit of a black hole right now. vacant of light. 

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ this part fucked me uppppppp i can’t lie it hurts so luch to imagine sugu that way but it’s also such a real and important aspect of his character!!! and it shows reader’s devotion so so clearly. they’re there for him no matter what!! and he would do the same for them!!!

and ofc i need to mention ur writing again i just loveeee how u portray his eyes in this and how they can go from gold to gray like it’s so… telling and so pretty and so heartwrenching :(((((

hey king can you do me a favor what’s up buttercup

THE TEXTS W SATORU PSHFODJFJJFID THEY’RE SO REALLLLL personally i think any readers paired w sugu or toru HAVE to be besties w the other one like it just makes sense…. i love the friendship between all three of them in this !!! toru loves both reader and sugu sm and they love him right back <333

(sometimes you think that satoru really was an angel put onto earth.) (but then you think that he was probably cast out of heaven for being a little shit.)

PHDIFJFJHFUF REALLLLLLLL our angel boy <333 infuriating and teasing and oh so sweet <3333

he kisses your temple gently. you plant a soft kiss his against knuckles. you think your eyes deceive you see a semblance of a twinkle in his eyes. “love you baby. i’ll bring you back somethin’.” he rasps out softly. 

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️i sniffled. he’s physically incapable of not being tender when he’s with them…. and the way he makes sure to let them know he loves them even in such a miserable state… the way he’s thinking of them and tending to them hhhhhh i love him sm 💔💔💔

satoru arrives, wearing a crisp white button up and black tinted glasses, his snowy white hair shining like starlight thanks to the sunbeams that hit him. he hugs suguru gently, placing a soft kiss against his temples.

THE KISS TO HIS TEMPLES 💔💔💔💔 stsg my angels on this earth

you get a can of sprite, his preferred soda, out from the fridge and put it on the counter. you decide to place an order for takeout from suguru’s favorite local spot, one that sells cold zaru soba noodles, his favorite food. you place another order at his favorite bakery for matcha crepes, his most loved dessert. the zaru soba will come within an hour and a half, but the dessert will come sooner so you also order a flower delivery too — a cute little surprise which will come within the same amount of time as the crepes. you figure that you’ll also do the same for satoru, a little thank-you present for when he comes back to his own apartment. you order a bouquet of narcissus & holly for him, internally hoping that he likes it. you also order all of his favorite desserts from his favorite bakery! knowing that he will happily fill himself up on raspberry macarons, strawberry cake, vanilla mochi, chocolate donuts, & zunda cream kikufuku to his heart’s desire.

I LOVED THIS SO MUCH reader is so so caring and devoted like they’re just overflowing w affection!!! just like sugu!!!! reading this made me so so happy aaaaa ….., all their favorites!!! :(((( sniffle sniffle they’re the cutest ever …. made me hungry too 💔

in his hand are a bunch of shopping bags from stores that satoru dragged him to — clothes from your favorite stores, accessories & bags that you most wear, shoes that you need, books & knick knacks that you like — all for you. he bought a few for himself of course, but he mainly wanted to spoil you. he can’t help the small smile that creeps up on his face when he thinks about how excited you’ll be to see the gifts he got you.

GOSHHHHH THEY’RE BOTH SO SMITTEN I CAN’T STAND THEM he got a bunch of gifts just for u…. 😔😔😔😔 and he’s so excited to see ur reaction…, just like reader is for him……. their love is so pure

he knows from the bottom of his heart that you’d never judge him or make him feel small for feeling the way he felt, he just feels so bad that he couldn’t even muster up the energy to greet you the way you deserved to be greeted. to kiss you. to hug you. to have a delicious dinner together and snuggle with you. but no. after a long trip you had to come home and be worried for him. have the apartment be in disarray, have to see him be in disarray. fuck, you were worried enough to call up satoru. he swears to himself that he’s gonna make it up to you. he swears that–

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ our caring selfless little guy this made me melt bc he’s just sooooo in love and he feels so guilty and he’s always just wired towards tending to ur every need….. to loving u….. but he deserves that treatment just as much!!! stupid silly sugu!!!!!!!!! >:c

a fresh smell envelopes his sinuses. he swallows the lump in his throat. did you smell the single cigarette he smoked? it seems like you aired out the whole apartment. in front of him is a beautiful sunset that waves at him from outside. a sunray beam kisses his cheeks. suguru blinks and feels something wet trailing down his face… it tastes salty on his lips. but feels so warm and sweet. 

WAHHHHHH ANOTHER BREATHTAKING DESCRIPTION this one made me sosososo soft…… just so vibrant so warm so sweet!!!! i literally saw it unfold in my brain anime style LMAO like the warm lighting!!! the tears!!! i’ve been watching too much haikyuu smh i pictured it just like an emotional hq scene….. just so gorgeous and tender

“for me?” he rasps, a teasing tilt to his voice.  ”always. everything and anything i do will always be for you.” you say it seriously. genuinely. to you, it’s a vow. an oath. 

READER IS SOOOOOOOOOOO DEVOTED IT ACHES this is exactly what sugu deserves!!!! and the vow… the oath….. u alr know how i feel abt those this made me a lil insane

he fears that if he speaks any louder than a whisper, the love that overcomes him will drown his airways. he rasps out a small, “yeah.” always. anything and everything you do will always be right for me. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and this …. the way their thoughts overlap sm……. they will always be so so devoted to each other’s happiness :(((((

from this angle, you can also see your name that he tattooed behind his ear. smiling to yourself, you sit behind him, ready to begin the pamper session. 

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 KAIRO? STOP MENTIONING THESE THINGS IN PASSING DO U WANT ME TO DIE BE HONEST ohhhhhh he WOULD get ur name tattooed wouldnt he….. and i would simply fall to my knees and weep HE IS A SAP AND I LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING

he’d never stop you or scold you however, he thinks it’s hilarious and an endearing trait of yours. when he washes your hair he makes sure to be as soft and careful as possible, almost lulling you to sleep. when you wash his hair however, it’s like you’re turbowashing a pickup truck.

LOVEEEEEE THIS DYNAMIC THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE gentle bf x manhandling gf…….. the only dynamic ever…………

it’s just that his parents were angry that their picture-perfect little boy wanted to spread his wings… see a world that had more to offer than quiet dinner table meals filled with tension and pointed jabs at one another guised as “caring advice.” 

AAAHHHHHH KAIRO WE HAVE SM TO TALK ABT……….. i just feel like our views of sugu overlap so much and it makes me SO so happy !!!! like the whole thing abt his parents …. i think it’s one of the most important and interesting aspects of suguru’s character…. bc we literally don’t know shit abt suguru’s family we just know that he killed them. and i feel like a lot of fan interpretations i’ve seen depict his family as loving and supportive WHICH IS VALID and makes his choice to kill them heartwrenching in a different kind of way but !!! personally i just can’t see it like that.

i think his relation to his family was strained at best and that’s definitely the case for almost every sorcerer born into a non-sorcerer family….. one of my personal hcs when it comes to sugu is that his lying personality formed when he was very young, because of his ability to see curses :(( i can just picture him telling his parents and being terrified only to have them scold him for it…. because who would take that kind of talk seriously? and that reaction resulting in him just kind of… shutting himself off from the the world. not really trusting anyone to understand him.

obv those r just my thoughts on canon sugu but i LOVE the way u depict his family and their dynamic here bc it’s literally exactly how i picture it too!!! not entirely loveless, but strained. suffocating. a cold kind of household where he can’t be himself :(( it just makes sm sense in my head u just described his feelings abt it so so well!!! i did in fact cry LMAO it resonated w me so deeply!!!

then one day, months later, suguru kissed a pretty boy. he can’t quite remember his name anymore, just that his lips were soft and his eyes were kind. suguru’s parents found out. his dad was surprisingly fine with it… he just assumed it was a phase, he went through the same thing as his son did when he was his age. his mother however… she just acted like it never happened the next morning. as if it wasn’t just a part of who he is. 

SUGURUUUUUU MY QUEER ICON <3333333 this is so canon to me but also his dad’s reaction….. 💀💀 my favorite flavor of conservative father is the one who’s so deep in the closet it’s turned into a casket like … ”he went through the same thing when he was his age”……. ohhhh dad i have some news for u……….

and his mother’s reaction …. yeahhh. kairo me and u are holding hands so tight rn. i picture his father as being very cold, very strict, very controlling, while his mother is loving but in a very conditional way. and her reaction here hurts the most because she isn’t lashing out, she’s just . acting like it didn’t even happen !! i feel like those reactions are the most deadly when it comes to queer kids :((

a kiss against his scalp breaks him out of his reverie. right… he was here with you. he doesn’t have to spiral or worry anymore. you’re here. with him.  you’re here, you’re here, you’re here. 

THIS IS THE PART WHERE I CRIEDDDDDD OK IT JUST GOT TO ME i am so weak for ….. found family……….. characters finding a home of their own after growing up in a broken one…..,., sugu finding all the comfort he needs in his beloved angel :(( a person that he chose himself!!! who loves him and makes him feel safe!!!! sighhhh they mean the world to me they do…..

he shudders softly, taking your hand, holding it tight within his grasp. anger laces his next words, “they also said it’s time i get into a ‘real relationship’. whatever the fuck that means.” you giggle. you know that his parents aren’t too fond of you. you’re not exactly of the same… class or status as them. at least that’s what suguru’s mother told him. he huffs out a single dry laugh, “i’m glad you’re giggling about it because i nearly popped a fucking blood vessel screaming into my phone when they said that shit.” “my protector.” you coo to him. a light blush tinges his cheeks. always. 

AAAAAAAA I ADORED THIS PART SO SM IT’S SO FUNNY AND SWEET 😭😭😭😭😭 sugu is just soooooooo angry and protective i love the idea that this particular comment got to him the most bc he can handle abuse towards himself but to his beloved?????? yeahhhhh no . papabear sugu coming out INSTANTLY. and reader just thinks it’s funny ohhhh their dynamic kairo 💔💔💔 my protector…. always………. i collapsed my head hit the concrete etc etc THEY PROTECT EACH OTHER SO EFFORTLESSLY SO FERVENTLY protective sugu just gets me so weak…..

suguru’s heart and sobs only calmed down when he thought of you. his beloved. his angel. his reason to be. he hugged your pillow a bit tighter that night, imagining it was you. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i cried . his reason to be…. ohhhh baby boy angel boy sweet little donut of mine he’s just so so cute. hugging the pillow pretending it was u :(((((( sniffle …

voice a bit shaky, he laughs, “sorry for getting you all wet. i know how much you hate drenched clothes.” “you apologizing for getting me wet? now that’s a first.” you purr playfully, glad to see him in better spirits. a loud laugh bellows out from suguru, deep within his gut. he kisses your lips preciously, and sits back down in the water, urging you to continue. 

THEIR BANTER AND FLIRTING IS SO SILLY AND SWEET AND COMFORTING this scene made me so happy it’s insane……… the loud laugh!!! i bet reader felt soooooo proud <33333 and the wet hug awwwwwww he just needed to hug them so bad 🥺🥺 they’re so cute .

for once in his whole entire life, suguru doesn’t think he can bear to look you in the eye. your adoration is so unbelievably intense, it feels like it’ll burn a hole inside his heart. does he deserve so much goodness in his life? 

THEY’RE THE SAMEEEEEE they’re so devoted it burns a little …. AND YES U DO SILLY LITTLE DUMBASS u deserve all of it and more 😔😔😔😔

he clears his throat. “okay, c’mon. i’m starving. i wanna watch that stupid anime and shit talk that hot guy you like on screen while we snuggle.”  “he’s the best character, suguru!” you huff indignantly. clearly he can’t be talking about thee toji fushiguro???

READER IS THE REALEST AS ALWAYS sugu being jealous of ur favorite fictional character is still so real to me like he’s such a little loser ….. do we think he would put on the compression shirt + sweatpants combo just to get u to drool over him instead of toji yes or yes

he knows you so well, he muses to himself. he knows how your breath hitches after he nuzzles his lips against the curve of your neck, that the skin is sensitive there, but not as sensitive as your right ear. he knows that because of the way your knees buckle as he whispers soft romances to you, intense shivers overtaking your body. he makes sure that his arm is always wrapped tender yet firmly around your waist when that happens, trapping you against his unyielding body. he knows what makes you tick. on the rare occasion that you allow your emotions to overcome you, he knows how to comfort you. he leaves you alone for a few moments so you’re able to gather your thoughts & assess your bearings, and then he invites you into his warm embrace. he lets you lay your head in his lap as he strokes your hair gingerly, easing your soul with both honest and kind words. adorning your face with soft kisses and even softer caresses. a cocoon of protection.

part 182337 of ari completely fucking losing it over this fic giggling and kicking my feet these descriptions absolutely floored me they are SO palpably fond and knowing and gentle n just :(( to be known is to be loved … etc etc……. a cocoon of protection :((((((( papabear sugu. <3

he sighs to himself. he trusts you. he loves you. he knows you’re not doing anything heinous. but… why won’t you tell him what’s bothering you? don’t you trust him to fix whatever is wrong? it eats away at his mind & soul that you think you have to hide whatever it is that’s taking you from him. don’t you know that he’d drop anything for you? that’s what being in love is for, right? 

I LOVEEEEEEE UR SUGU SM I TRULY DO he just wants to fix anything that’s wrong … wants u to depend on him so badly …….. wants to make u happy always always always 💔💔💔 i can imagine him being soooo frustrated when u don’t allow him to help like i think that’s the one thing that he just can’t stand. he needs u to need him :((( needs to soothe u or else he spirals </3

his eyes peer at you from the couch, studying you. he calls out to you softly, “angel. can we talk, please?”   a statement posed as a question. he knows this. you know this. you answer regardless.   “sure.”   you walk towards him, intentionally adding a lackadaisical swagger to your steps. to fool him. you know it won’t, he knows it won’t. but suguru isn’t anything if a man who doesn’t indulge his beloved. he pats the seat next to him on the couch. inviting. as if he’s giving you a choice, even though you know you have none at the moment. “sit next to me, my love.” his smile is taut like a string, amber eyes shut closed so you don’t bear witness to the tears that threaten to spill. 

u alr know how i feel abt this whole entire scene but WOWWWWWW i melted so many times. MY LOVE…………. ohhhhh the sugu 🤝 my love combo truly is lethal. AND ANGELLLLL 💔💔💔 his softness is so vivid here too!!!!

suguru chastises himself, thoroughly. of course you wouldn’t want to speak to someone like him.   always the overthinker. always the nagging negative nancy. always the manic-depressive.  sometimes suguru fears that he acts more like a father to you rather than a boyfriend. that he’s a bit suffocating. too intense. very overbearing.  a warm hand engulfs both of your small, cold ones. he hopes that it comes off as sweet, as caring. because he himself is sweet and caring.   at least he hopes he comes off like that. 

U ALREADY KNOWWWWWW HOW INSANE THIS MADE ME (just apply this comment to every upcoming line from this scene too) HE’S SOOO FATHERCODED SO MOTHERCODED just so nurturing to the point that maybe it’s a lil intense sometimes :((( and wahhhh u depicted his overthinking habits so so well…….. he’s trying so hard to be good for u!!! to be what u need!!!! :< and he’s doing so well but he can’t rlly see it…

“is everything alright, sweetheart?” a soft whisper. he speaks placatingly to you like you’re a newborn fawn and any loud noises or large movements will make you jolt and run away. “i feel like… you’ve been avoiding me recently. and…” he takes a deep breath. “listen, i don’t know if it’s something i did, but you need to tell me, okay? you have to tell me so i can make it better.” he thinks he sounds nurturing. kind. paternal.  he also thinks he sounds so fucking condescending. 

i melted into a wholeee puddle one thing that always gets me weak is when sugu treats his reader like they’re fragile ….. it just gets me so soft AND HE’S SOOOO DEVOTED SO CARING IT MAKES ME WANNA CRY he just wants to make it better!!!! he has to make it better!!!!!!! :(( his overthinking is soooo clear here too….., he knows there’s a fine line between nurturing and condescending and he wants so badly not to cross it :(((( he’s just so naturally paternal like he truly is… motherly men my beloveds <3333 but it hurts to see him be so hard on himself !!

he gulps, swallowing the fireball in his throat. god, he really doesn’t want to be like… him. having a majority of his features is enough, he does not want to inherit that man’s personality. 

SUGU AND HIS DADDY ISSUES MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEEE this feels so canon too….. U AREN’T LIKE HIM AT ALLLL SUGU UR THE SWEETEST GUY IN THE WORLD :((((( sniffle…. he overthinks sm but he really is so wonderful…….

“don’t look at it in front of me! okay, bye!” you quickly sprint into your room, not wanting to be in the room when suguru looks at such a personalized present. blinking, he grabs his reading glasses from the coffee table, and opens the book, flipping through each page carefully. 

BAHAHSHAJ READER IS SO REAL FOR THIS i’m like that too 😭😭😭 AND KAIROOOOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN I JUST CANT CATCH A BREAK IN THIS HOUSE SMH sugu w …. reading glasses ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i genuinely started breathing so heavily he’s so sexy it pains me

photobooth pictures, polaroids, kodak film pictures, movie ticketes from your dates, admission tickets from amusement parks he’s taken you to, and multiple candids of both him and you - many of which he hasn’t seen. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was just the sweetest thing.,. i KNOW it meant sm to sugu too like u just get him kairo….. he’s a sentimentalist!!! he WOULDDD cry i know he would it’s canon …. sugu is a crier to me i think he falters sm when he’s faced with a love that’s so tender and warm :(((

he sniffs loudly and tries to wipe his face the best he can. he tenderly calls out your name, beckoning you over to him, and you get up out of your shared bedroom to pad softly into his open arms. “my love.” he stands up and walks over to you midway. he hugs you so tightly while pressing your head against his beating heart, his arms protectively enveloping you. the space between you two is nonexistent, and suguru surmises that he wouldn’t have it any other way. conveying his thankfulness and love to you, he sweetly says, “my sweet, sweet girl.” a soft kiss pressed against your hair, “my heart beats for you, forever and always.” from anyone else it’d sound cheesy, but from suguru… you know he means it from the depths of his soul. “my little dove.” he coos so fondly, sweet candied sugar dripping from every syllable. he holds your face in his gentle hands, openly divulging his admiration for you, “you’re so precious to me, you know that? i love you. i love you. i love you.” a tender kiss pressed against your soft lips between each proclivity of adoration. 

^ my live reaction KAIROOOOOO I GENUINELY MWLTED i know ive said that like 50 times so far BUT THIS TIME I RLLY RLLY MEAN IT like it was just…… attack after attack…….. hitting every single one of my weak spots…… this scene made me feel so SOFT i thought i was gonna turn into jelly :(( the soft beckoning !!!! the tears and coos and kisses !!! MY LOVE ……. MY SWEET GIRL ???????????? UR SO CRUEEEEELLLLL THAT’S MY GREATEST WEAKNESS MY BREATH HITCHED pls don’t get me started on my little dove….. pls dont ………. the fondness of it all .. i cried i need him so BAD it’s not funny anymore 😞😞😞😞😞

if you asked suguru to describe you in three words, he’d say you were: devoted. loyal. loving.  he has four more of his own on the tip of his tongue that he’ll say to you when he musters up the courage. with a soft kiss upon the ring on your knuckles, and an even softer smile upon his lips, he lovingly breathes out, “私はあなたを永遠に愛します”

AAANNNDDDD THE FINALEEEE WOW WOW WOW I CRIED this was the perfect way to end it….. the devotion and loyalty and love !!!!! KISSING UR RINGGGGGGG i knowwww he wants to marry u so bad it makes him look silly AND THE WORDS :((( i hope google translate didn’t butcher it lmao BUT AAAAAAAAA i’ll love you forever…………… hhhh. just encompasses their love so well :(( it’s just so steadfast and so soft . and the promise of marriage……. sigjhhh they’re just so SMITTEN it makes me so emotional!!!! i rlly do adore their dynamic to the moon and back 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAAAAAA KAIRO THIS WAS JUST SUCH A TREAT……. i rlly hope u can feel alllll the love i have for this fic and u and sugu from these reactions!!!!! so many parts of this made me feel so emotional and it was just written so so well and thoughtfully……. ur characterization and imagery and everything is just so perfect !!!! :(((( this is also one of the tastiest sugu depictions i’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing (<- is still thinking abt the nip piercings PHDKFJFJFJ) u just wrote him in such a lovely way that feels so canon to me!!!!!

hhhhhh i’m just soo in awe of u always ………….. tysm for writing this and blessing sugu nation 🙏🙏 i will be thinking of this fic and ur sugu always and forever ILYYYYYY <333

black is the color of my true love’s hair

♡ your devotion to suguru is second to none - you would do anything for your beloved! bonded by true love, loyalty, & utter admiration, these are a few moments where suguru has been unbelievably thankful for you & smitten by your acts of love & service! (a story from my suguru geto: valentine’s day fic list!)

a/n: belated birthday fic for my beloved husband suguru geto <3 the title of the fic is based on a rendition of the song “black is the colour” by celtic woman! imo it’s the most loving & devotional song i’ve ever heard so i wanted to do a story based on those themes with my favorite black-haired man <3 MY true love <3 p.s. this is my first time ever writing an actual fic & it got a bit long because i got carried away so please bear w me! i hope you enjoy and happy valentine’s day! <3 MWAH!

- f!reader, no curses au, reader is short/blushes/has hair that can be ran through with fingers! slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of depression/anxiety/self-destructive behaviors. but i promise this is a soft, fluffy fic! it’ll make sense when you read it! dividers are from @saradika! w.c: ~ 11.5k

it’s a simple action, really.

you tilt your head slightly to the right and lift your face up to gaze adoringly at him through your lashes, a mirthful twinkle dancing in your eyes. a soft smirk coupled with a light blush adorns your angelic features, a precious look, which suguru has come to be utterly enchanted by due to the loving action that follows immediately after.

you catch him off guard the first time you do it.

the first time you kiss suguru’s knuckles, he falters.

it’s the way that you do it. naturally & effortlessly, as if it’s like second nature, that causes suguru to stop in his tracks and dedicate all of his attention to you.

his mesmerizing gaze is directed at you, molten gold eyes inquisitive. irrevocably fond.

he attentively watches as you softly grab his large warm hand in your small cold one. his hands are slightly rough yet supple due to his religious use of the honey-almond handcream you bought him earlier in the week.

he notices, rather than intertwining your fingers with his own and holding them, you smoothly bring his hand up to your face, wrapping your digits loosely around the perimeter of his long slender fingers.

your thumb gingerly caresses his ring finger (the one that holds a devout vow of eternal love), your featherlight touch raising wonderful shivers across his body. with the utmost care, you delicately, as if he’s made out of precious china, brush your supple glossed lips against his fingers, relishing in the coolness of his promise ring that encases both his aquamarine birthstone & your own.

your low-lidded enamored eyes never leave his affectionately curious ones — both of you preciously holding the other ones gaze. eyes locked in a staring contest of love.

utterly content with his undivided attention, you gently press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

a sign of affection.

an act, a promise, of complete & utter devotion.

his pierced eyebrow raises slightly due to the suaveness of your actions. he tries to gather his bearings, his brain fuzzy with your actions — did you actually just do that?

suguru’s amber eyes widen significantly, soft black eyelashes fluttering like raven wings against the tan of his cheek that’s blushed with a hue of raspberry red. mouth slightly ajar in surprise, his silver lip ring glints like starlight in the sunset daze of the evening, while his pierced tongue is pressed against his own cheek to stop himself from becoming a bumbling, stuttering mess.

if he speaks — he wholeheartedly believes all that’ll tumble out of his lips will be unabashedly fervent divulgances of: “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

adoration blooms out of his ribcage like a meadow of daffodils, sweetness enveloping around his heart, soft ivory petals and sage green tendrils wrapping themselves delicately over his bones. he reckons that if you couldn’t hear his heartbeat hammering out of his chest before, you definitely can now.

it’s almost as if his brain is in clouds of cotton candy, his mind in a sweet haze of shock, love, & affection. he finds himself whispering airily, “why’d you do that?”

tenderly stroking away silky strands of ink-black hair that wisp around his ethereal face, the fond smile you grace him with is saccharine sweet, “i felt like it.”

unbelievably charmed, he can’t help the giggle that spills its way out through his mouth like honey, a syrupy-sweet sounding little thing. his shaky fingers cover his rosy lips slightly as he laughs bashfully. he’s a bit shy because of it, but you don’t think a sound has ever been so melodious to your ears. you’d get down on one knee to kiss his knuckles reverently as many times as he wants just to hear his laughter over and over and over again.

the way you see it, it’s as if you were put on this earth to devote yourself to him.

like a loyal knight kisses the ring on the hand of their king with the utmost veneration, you’d do the same. without question, worshipping the ground whereupon he stands like a faithful follower would do to a cult leader. you figure in all of the other multiverses, you’re ultimately doing the same thing as what you’re doing in this one: loving him — devoutly. earnestly. passionately.

if the look of ardent rapture on your face is anything to go by, suguru might faint with the rush of pure love & endearment that flows like nectar throughout his veins.

he feels his blush bloom over his warm face which rushes towards the tips of his pierced ears, a clear sign of you flustering him.

wanting to gain back some semblance of control of the situation, he puts on a poker face, a gentleness in his eyes & a fondness in his smile still shining through. his black-nail polished thumb grazes your soft wind-chilled cheek. a beacon of warmth. a caress of admiration accompanied with a well-maintained façade of smoothness. a comforting touch for the both of you.

“well, aren’t you just so sweet.” suguru can’t help the coo that escapes his cherry red lips when you look up at him with your precious doe eyes, “my pretty little baby.”

he softly pinches your cheek, admiring the soft plush. he cradles your cheek with the same hand, & carefully smoothes down your hair that’s been strewn around a bit by the evening wind with the other. suguru pats your head in a nurturing manner in the process, another fond coo escaping him when he sees you preen at the attention he gives you, affectionately watching you revel in the flattering treatment.

your eyes widen with joy, always keening with any praise he showers you with. “i’d like to think so! now come on sugu, your pretty little baby has a lil surprise for you!” you playfully wink at him, your smile beaming like sunshine.

your warm eyes map his stunning features reverently, memorizing his elegant visage. drinking in his otherworldly beauty. as if you could never get enough.

while you openly admire him, suguru does the same to you. he doesn’t think that he’s ever been this enamored by a human being before. you’re the center of his universe, and he can’t imagine his life without you. all he can see in this moment is: you. his intense gaze holds yours as he captures both of your cheeks in his warm gentle hands, enveloping himself in your space. the perfume he bought you for your birthday invades his senses, clouding his mind in a welcomed haze.

all he can think of at the moment is: you. you. you.

all he can repeat in his mind is: mine. mine. mine.

his eyes gleam with a newfound sense of desire, wanting to show you exactly what you mean to him. what you do to him.

his golden eyes that are now an onyx, dilated with desire, flit to your mouth. his thumb outlines your pretty lips that are begging to be devoured by his own. his right hand moves to cradle the back of your head, tilting your face up so he can comfortably take control. long, slender fingers splay across your hair, bringing you closer to him, slightly tugging the strands to hear and feel you gasp against his mouth. he presses his left hand against the small of your back, coaxing you further into his body, fusing you both together. not wanting to be even a millimeter apart. he just can’t get enough of you.

it’s like a magnetic gravitational pull when he presses a soft, sensual kiss against your glossy lips. the cold metal ball in his pierced tongue explores the wet cavern of your mouth, and he can’t help but moan softly into you, relishing in your warmth.

he prays to the stars above, hoping that he can convey his sincere love, desire, & admiration for you like this. he breathes life into you and you do the same to him. kissing you with such vigor & passion, he feels like melding your lips & souls together wouldn’t be enough. he burns with a hunger to become one with you. he pleads to the universe that the intensity of his desire and yearning is relayed to you — that you crave it, crave him as much as he craves you.

with the way he’s ravenously kissing you, and how you’re excitedly kissing him back, it seems like you certainly received the message.

suguru thinks it’s a little bit funny, but very much endearing, when you run around the living room like a bumbling fawn.

you zig-zag around the counter, making sure you pick up the purse that suguru got for you on your previous anniversary, an acrylic charm of your favorite anime character clinking against the metal fastenings. (another gift that suguru got you, begrudgingly he might admit, because who the hell is that toji fushiguro guy anyways…)

you double check that all the contents you need are inside: phone, charger, lip gloss, mini perfume, credit cards — AH! you run back to your room like a panther, not wanting to forget the most important thing you need for tonight!

he can’t help himself but laugh at your frazzled antics. “baby, you can calm down! we’re going on a picnic, it’s almost impossible for us to be late!” suguru admires your punctuality, he thinks it’s sweet how you never want to keep him waiting.

“FORGOT SOMETHING, I ALMOST DIED.” you rush back to him, big goofy smile on your face.

“baby… you’re heaving.” suguru covers his mouth, trying not to giggle out loud at how out of breath you are just by running a few feet. you’re so fucking cute.

“damn…” you huff out, hands on your knees, trying to get a deep breath in. “don’t call me out like that.”

he can’t help the laugh that bellows out of him, “sorry angel, now let’s go!” he places his large hands against your back, ushering you out the door quickly, “you still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

walking you towards his black mercedes, he opens the passenger side for you. with both hands on your hips, you remind him that, “it’s a SURPISE!”

after around 45 minutes of both of you jamming out to your playlist in the car, poking his cheek while childishly asking “are we there yet?” just to annoy him for fun, and ultimately being a proper passenger princess who tells him to “just trust me!” when he asks where you two are going, you both arrive to your destination.

and the sight that he sees, enthralls him. he whistles, beguiled by the view. from here, he can see how pretty and bright the stars are, it almost looks like they’re twinkling a “hello!” at the both of you. suguru thinks to himself, a picnic here at night? he’s unbelievably mesmerized at how your brain works sometimes.

he turns to face you, watching how engrossed you are in your phone, tapping away incessantly. wanting your full attention, his fingers grab your chin gently to force you to look him. he jokingly purrs, “if you took me here to kill me, i’ll have you know… sitting on my face would be much easier. much more preferred.”

you raise your eyebrow questioningly.

“because… it’s dark and we’re in random clearing.”

you stare at him blankly. “okay, you’ve hung out with me waaaay too much because i literally said that pick-up line to you last week and now you’re blatantly stealing it… like a THIEF. and also? you drove us here. who the hell is gonna drive me back if you’re dead?”

his brows furrow and he pouts, annoyed that you didn’t fall into his arms and blush because of his (your) raunchy words. he turns away from you and opens his door to leave, brattily huffing out a, “hmph. shut up, dumbass.” with his head held up high in the air, he struts away pompously to the trunk, opening and closing it loudly. a picnic basket with food you both made together in one hand, and a soft quilt of constellations made by haibara & nanami for suguru’s previous birthday in the other.

how fitting.

you loudly snicker to yourself while getting out of the car, amused by your boyfriend’s spoiled antics. while suguru is front of you admiring the view and trying to find a spot to set up, you admire the view in front of you. whistling out a, “damn…” suguru scoffs at your flirty behavior and gives you the finger. you send an air kiss back, and he playfully swats it away.

when he turns away again, you smile to yourself dreamily. taking out your phone, you click a quick candid of him against the night sky, admiring at how he looks like a painting.

the cream of his sweater and the contrast of his cascading ink-black hair entrances you, the silver hairpin you got him during a couple’s trip to kyoto in the top of his bun. the dangling deep violet amethyst gem glints in the moonlight, making him look even prettier. he turns his head to the left, from here you can’t see his eyebrow piercing or his lip piercing since they’re both on the right side of his face, but you do see his eyebrow slit — a scar which you’ve softly traced over many times. his side profile allures you effortlessly, the angular bridge of his nose and the soft cupid’s bow of his lip offering up a beautiful contrast that is suguru: graceful yet strong.

shaking your head slightly, you break out of your trance.

you go back to the task at hand, opening your notes app and ticking off the word at the top of your list.

stargazing. ✔️

you remember suguru mentioned it in passing one day when you were both in the beginning stages of your relationship. it was on his date bucket-list ever since he could remember, and of course you wanted to be the one who would take him!

you guide him over to a little meadow overlooking the city. surrounding you both are beautiful moonflowers, their sweetness enveloping your sinuses. the air is cool and crisp, and in the distance you hear the faint chirps & buzzing of hummingbirds along with the faint caws of ravens. you’re proud of yourself that you were able to find a place this picturesque. (even to this day, you still have an urge to impress suguru in any way that you can.)

both of you sit on the quilt suguru sets down, the homemade cloth providing an extra layer of cushioning that you feel atop the softness of the grass.

you’re upon the hill clearing, close enough to the city that you can comfortably drive back while still seeing a few citylights from where you are, but far away enough that the light pollution wouldn’t interfere with the date you had planned.

“it’s pretty.” suguru glances at the view, praising you while taking out the tonkatsu sandwiches, pasta salad, & chocolate covered strawberries from your picnic wicker-basket. you pick up a bag of chips and start munching on it while he lays down on his back propped up on his elbows, opening up a banana milk to sip on.

“i’m glad you like it,” your words are muffled in between loud crunches and fast chewing, “i was worried we’d be attacked by a mountain lion or a swarm of bees or some shit.” you say honestly.

he blinks. “i wasn’t worried about that. but i am now.” he takes another sip of his banana milk in case it’s his last.

he sits up and picks up the tonkatsu sandwich, handing you the bigger half. “but seriously, how’d you find this place?”

you take the smaller half from his grasp instead, switching with him. taking a bite, you hum happily. suguru is such a good cook. he smiles at you fondly and you answer him, “i was searching up good places to look at the stars. out of all the pictures and reviews, this was the prettiest one.”

you look up at him and swear that you see an actual twinkle in his eyes.

“stargazing?” he pushes his bangs back behind his ear, leaning into your face. loudly repeating, “STARGAZING???” nose pressed against yours, an excitedly manic look in his eyes.

he throws his head back and waves his arms in the air, lamenting, “i should’ve bought a fucking telescope!”

he directs his gaze back towards you, pointing his finger at you accusingly while demanding, “we are coming here again in the future, okay? i’ll bring all of my astronomy gear: a telescope, binoculars, a constellation book, and oooooh! maybe i’ll also bring…” you unintentionally tune him out, looking at him adoringly with stars in your eyes.

this is what you wanted to see.

if you’re being honest with yourself, the best thing to experience in your life is getting to see suguru act genuinely excited. his eagerness to discover new things is infectious, and the man before you is the real suguru: dorky, eclectic, passionate.

the graceful, poised, & elegant man you see when he meets new people and the air of sultriness & suaveness he has when he takes you on fancy dates are utterly enchanting & beguiling, but you think that suguru you see before you now — the excitable nerd, is the most beautiful.

he flicks your forehead, breaking you out of your reverie. “have you been listening to a word i’ve been saying?” he scolds you while pinching your cheek extra hard.

“yeah, you want a telescope so you can look at the stars. also, you look really pretty… the stars ain’t got nothin’ on you.” you rest your chin in your hand, smirking at him, reveling in the blush that paints his cheeks. it was just the cold wind!, he’d tell you later while playfully smacking you upside the head.

you continue, “plus, it’s really hot when you’re all stern and tellin’ me off. what’s my incentive to listen to every word you say if i can get you scoldin’ me instead?” you tilt your head against your hand, grin wide, teeth bared. the masochist in you wants him to scold you even further.

he crosses his arms at you, muscles bulging out of his cream cableknit sweater. your eyes drink up the adonis right in front of you, mentally undressing him. “instead of hitting on me, how about i explain all of the constellations to you in extreme detail?” he purrs to you while biting his lip. he flips his hair over his shoulder, sultrily looking at you. you see right through him of course, knowing that he’s appeasing to your attraction to him just so he can ramble about ursa major, ursa minor, & the big dipper.

frankly. it works.

he holds his hand out to you. a truce.

you shrug. “if you do it like a hot stern professor, then sure.” you both shake on it.

he rolls his eyes playfully, trying to stop the smile that threatens to creep up on his face. “ugh. fine. be quiet and come over here.” he picks you up underneath your thighs and puts you in between his legs. your back pressed against his warm, sturdy chest. he kisses you on the head, appreciative of your indulgence of him.

you giggle cutely and move yourself down, laying your head in his lap while he softly plays with your hair. his lovesick gaze, fond smile, & warm thighs envelope your body, filling your senses with suguru. he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your forehead, an addicting contrast of his cold lip ring & warm soft lips electrifying your skin.

he pops a single chocolate-covered strawberry in your mouth, and you playfully nip his finger. he traces your lips softly and starts playfully lecturing you about the constellations that grace the night sky.

he excitedly points at a cluster of three bright stars, “and that is orion’s belt!”

you point at a bright star in the night sky a few lightyears away from it, grin unbelievably wide.

“i think you might be missing one, babe. and you call yourself the modern-day galileo. heh.” you playfully tease him.

suguru rolls his eyes, “okay first of all, i have never called myself that. second of all — excuse me?” his scoff is slightly haughty, & he can’t help the indignant laugh that escapes out of him. “alright, since you know so much — enlighten me then, what’s that one called?”

“hmm… i believe it’s sugurugeto-020390.”

suguru’s eyes widen ridiculously like flying saucers.

“what?”

you push yourself out of his grasp to pull out a certificate from your purse and hand it to him. you sit next to him cross-legged, gauging his reaction.

“trust me, i wish i could get a better name for it, but it turns out there’s a lot of suguru geto’s in the world.”

pausing for a moment, you want to make sure that your boyfriend knows that he’s the only suguru geto on your mind.

giving him bedroom eyes, you purr, “none like you of course.”

he blinks. “what?”

your face falls comically, and you pout, “that bright star in the sky is yours.” you point at it haphazardly. “you’re the light of my life, you illuminate my life, you’re the sole star and center of my universe, blah blah blah… so i figured… ya know…!” you gesticulate wildly, and in the moonlight suguru can see the slight blush on your cheeks. your eyes looking everywhere else but his own.

you’re shy.

he can feel the sinus pressure building up against his nose and the tears glaze over his eyes.

you scratch the back of your head, trying to save face. you quickly backtrack, “i know it’s a bit cheesy and honestly, technically, this was probably a scam, but i figured it was the thought that counts and–”

“shut up.”

you look up at him in a state of shock, “HAH???”

he grabs your cheeks, his silver rings cool against your face, and smashes his lips against your own, teeth slightly knocking against yours. in his excitement, he pushes you down and straddles you, pinning you down to the grass — his body a comforting weight on top of you. he kisses you breathlessly, moaning loudly in your mouth. you can both taste the fruitiness of the strawberry on each others tongues, your own being pressed softly against his piercing. you pull away softly, needing to take a breath.

and the sight above you is one you don’t think you’ll ever want to forget.

suguru’s seductive low-lidded gaze is locked on you, parts of his bangs wisped across his face from the momentum of pouncing on you. he’s breathing heavily, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat hammering against yours, his nipple piercings slightly poking into your chest. a rosy blush spreads itself on his cheeks like a strawberry jam, and you don’t think any view could compare to the one you’re blessed to see now.

his lips are red and glossy, aching to kiss you again. you nod softly, begging him to continue. he slots his lips back with your own, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue before he bites down sensually, groaning loudly when he hears you whimper. he curls an arm underneath your body while kissing you passionately, bringing you closer to him, enveloping you into his space. all you can think about in this moment is: suguru. suguru. suguru.

pulling away once more, and peering deep into his amber orbs, you think that his eyes carry the most beautiful stars. a milky way of ochre and obsidian.

never casting your fond gaze aside, you intertwine your hand with his, bringing it to your lips, kissing each knuckle fervently.

his alluring gaze follows your devoted actions. butterflies brush their wings together inside his stomach, the flutter erupting throughout his whole entire being. he thinks that in the moonlight, underneath the canopy of stars that…

you are the most brightest.

the most beautiful.

the most meaningful.

“honey! i’m hoooooooome!”

you feel unbelievably ecstatic that you can finally get to see your dear boyfriend after two weeks of being apart!

you already have the whole day planned out, perhaps you two can get takeout from your favorite local restaurant and watch anime together! you giggle happily to yourself while thinking about how you both can snuggle and have a cozy day in.

you take your shoes, coat, & purse off by yourself, wondering if suguru is out. usually by the time you’re at the door, suguru is already there welcoming you back with a massive kiss and a “missed you baby.” softly whispered in your ear, especially if you go on a long trip…

hmm, that’s a bit odd.

now that you’re looking around…

the apartment is in complete disarray.

it looks like a tornado blew through the whole place.

you shuffle in further… and dirty dishes are piled in the sink, overflowing dangerously. suguru’s clothes, random knick knacks, and pillows are strewn about as if he threw them all in a fit of rage. crumbs litter the carpet and you see what looks to be dirt tracks on the floorboards. the laundry is stacked high and the air is stuffy, it seems like no windows were opened in the time that you were away.

worriedly, you run into your shared bedroom.

suguru is there, thank god safe & sound, but what you see breaks your heart.

he’s laid face down, the left side of his cheek smooshed into the pillow, black tear tracks staining the fabric… he must’ve cried on a day when he went out? the bedroom is filled with dirty clothes on the floor, and you’re pained to smell the stench of cigarettes in the air. it’s light… maybe he only smoked one… but the fact that he felt the need to smoke at all, shattered your soul.

especially considering he quit ages ago when he started dating you.

you walk towards him lightly, not wanting to scare him off. his eyes are open and he looks at you… but he’s not really looking at you.

“you alright there, precious?” you softly whisper.

a perfunctory question. you know he’s not. he knows he’s not. but you know he’s in no state to answer any questions that you have.

“mhm.” he hums quietly. lethargic, not even having the willpower to answer with anything but a light rasp.

you brush back his bangs, and he shudders. his hair is greasy, oil-black hair clumping together in some places, matted in others. his lips are slightly chapped, a bit bloodied no doubt from his habit of biting his lip when he’s anxious. his fingernails are no stranger to the same action, stubbed and jagged down to the nailbed, his black nail polish chipped. bright amber eyes which often have a gentle look in them have turned into a dull ochre, obsidian pupils overtaking his irises.

they’re still gentle because he’s looking at you… but if you’re being honest with yourself, his eyes remind you a bit of a black hole right now.

vacant of light.

you press a soft kiss against his forehead and leave the room momentarily, thinking to yourself if anything can be done about this situation.

you decide to shoot satoru a quick text, seeing if he can help you out a bit with what you want to do.

you breathe out a sigh of relief, a small smile gracing your face. you can always count on satoru. the man may be silly and eclectic, but at the core of his being, he’s someone who will always take care of and look out for his friends. he’s the type of person to drop anything to help those that he loves and adores.

(sometimes you think that satoru really was an angel put onto earth.) (but then you think that he was probably cast out of heaven for being a little shit.) (regardless, you still fucking love him for it.)

you walk back into the room, and lay your head against your pillow that is next to suguru’s. (it smells like him… he must’ve hugged it while you were away.)

cradling his cheek, you quietly say, “satoru’s also back from his business trip babe, he’ll be coming in about 10 minutes. how about you get a bit of sunshine with him, hmm?” he blinks slowly, nodding softly.

you hold his hand to help him up out from the bed, but he shoos you away, admonishing you slightly, “i can do it myself.”

you nod and leave him to it, mentally preparing yourself for the behemoth cleaning task ahead when he leaves.

suguru pads slowly into the bathroom and puts his hair up in a high ponytail with a hairtie he stole from you, not wanting to deal with it. he washes his face and gets a wet rag to pat down his body and underarms, not having the energy to shower. putting on a random black sweatshirt, he douses himself in your favorite cologne of his. he puts on your strawberry lip balm while popping a piece of mint gum in his mouth. with a tired sigh, he exits the bathroom, dragging his feet to where you are at the door.

he kisses your temple gently. you plant a soft kiss his against knuckles. you think your eyes deceive you see a semblance of a twinkle in his eyes. “love you baby. i’ll bring you back somethin’.” he rasps out softly.

even in his darkest times, even when his mind is playing tricks on him, he’s still thinking of you. wanting to take care of you. desiring to show his affections towards you in any way that he can.

you simply want to return the favor.

satoru arrives, wearing a crisp white button up and black tinted glasses, his snowy white hair shining like starlight thanks to the sunbeams that hit him. he hugs suguru gently, placing a soft kiss against his temples. suguru, dressed in all black just nods his head lightly at him. he’s not really interested in going out but knows that you two will force him regardless, reminding him that getting sunshine and looking at different scenery is important.

as they get into the car and back out of the driveway, suguru waves lightly at you, eyes tired yet gentle. satoru winks at you, proud & thankful that suguru has someone that cares so deeply for his mental, emotional, and physical wellbeing.

waving them both a goodbye, you go back inside and put on your cleaning playlist, ready to get started.

the first thing you do is open up the blinds and windows, wanting to air out the stuffiness that had built up over the past two weeks. considering the fact that suguru got a tinge paler and his undereyes looked sunken, you don’t think he got even a single beam of sunshine or any semblance of fresh air in the time that you were away.

padding over to the kitchen, you begin by doing the dishes. wearing your matching baby blue dishgloves, you get to work. it seems like suguru got anxious by seeing all the dishes piled up and started using some paper plates, which would explain the overflowing trash as well. the dishes are caked with food, but soften a bit by dousing them in water along with spritzing a powerwash grease-lifting spray. you sigh happily, glad that this will make it easier. after washing, drying, and putting away the dishes, you turn your attention to the kitchen surfaces.

you wipe down the counter and dining table in circular motions with a lemon-verbena spray, disposing of any old particles of food and random dust that lay upon the surfaces. already in your cleaning mode, you start to feel a little bit more energized.

opening up the refrigerator, you see that it’s been practically untouched. unfortunately, you gag when you smell rotting veggies and fruits, promptly rushing to your kitchen cabinet to get your trash bag to toss any old food away. you mentally remind yourself to get groceries in the morning, maybe if suguru is feeling a bit better after today you both can go together!

walking into the living room, you get your cleaning towel to beat the dust out of all the furniture. usually you & suguru both start with the bedrooms, but this time you figure you’d start with the living room as it’s in a bit of a better shape than the bedroom.

after you finish beating the living hell out of your cushions, you get to swiffering, mopping, and vacuuming — humming and singing loudly to suguru’s favorite songs on your shared cleaning playlist.

you go into the bedroom and start by gathering all of the clothes on the floor and the ones in the hamper to put inside the washing machine. you look around and do the same with the bedsheets and pillow cases, rubbing the eyeliner out of suguru’s pillowcase with some makeup remover first.

cleaning out all of the drawers, you make sure to throw away any random trash and only keep what’s necessary. clutter bothers both you and suguru, so you do your best to try and minimize that. you pick up empty bottles off the nightstand and throw them away. at least he drank a bit of water.

turning your attention to your bookcase, you wipe down the multitude of pictures of you & suguru that he put in frames.

there’s a few of both of you smiling after going on cute dates — suguru’s grin unbelievably wide while flipping off the camera and holding you close to his chest as you laugh loudly. there’s ones of you gazing at him adoringly, your love for him seeping out of the picture. there’s others of him looking at you — a soft fondness in his eyes, an even softer smile gracing his lips, his affectionate gaze tuning out anyone and anything else that isn’t you. both framed and pinned to the wall are multiple candids you two took of one another when the other wasn’t looking or paying attention, bursts of love immortalized in random moments of time.

you tell yourself that the sniffle you do is just because of the dust.

clearing your throat slightly, you look around proudly. you’re done!

you spray each room with a cotton spray, inhaling the fresh linen scent happily. you light up a teakwood candle that suguru bought a few weeks ago in the living room and put a sandalwood diffuser in the bathroom, freshening up the place. you take a well-deserved shower, feeling properly clean and accomplished.

by the time you’re done, it’s around 5:30 P.M in the evening and satoru texts you that they’re on their way and will be back home in approximately 30 minutes.

you get a can of sprite, his preferred soda, out from the fridge and put it on the counter. you decide to place an order for takeout from suguru’s favorite local spot, one that sells cold zaru soba noodles, his favorite food. you place another order at his favorite bakery for matcha crepes, his most loved dessert. the zaru soba will come within an hour and a half, but the dessert will come sooner so you also order a flower delivery too — a cute little surprise which will come within the same amount of time as the crepes.

you figure that you’ll also do the same for satoru, a little thank-you present for when he comes back to his own apartment. you order a bouquet of narcissus & holly for him, internally hoping that he likes it. you also order all of his favorite desserts from his favorite bakery! knowing that he will happily fill himself up on raspberry macarons, strawberry cake, vanilla mochi, chocolate donuts, & zunda cream kikufuku to his heart’s desire.

walking back into the bathroom, you get the most important part of your night started.

suguru finds his heart a bit lighter when he comes back to your shared home. he didn’t want to admit it to satoru… but he actually had a fun time eating, shopping, and listening to his hilarious stories about his shitty business trip. he’d be lying though if he said that he wasn’t most excited to see you after a long, eventful day.

in his hand are a bunch of shopping bags from stores that satoru dragged him to — clothes from your favorite stores, accessories & bags that you most wear, shoes that you need, books & knick knacks that you like — all for you. he bought a few for himself of course, but he mainly wanted to spoil you. he can’t help the small smile that creeps up on his face when he thinks about how excited you’ll be to see the gifts he got you.

thinking back on it, the guilt and shame he felt in his heart when you first saw him earlier today ate him up. he didn’t even know why he was feeling the way he was feeling so strongly. it was coincidence that it coincided with your trip, and he made sure that he would sound fun and happy over text as to not worry you. it wasn’t until a few days from when you were actually set to arrive that he didn’t even have the energy to talk or text you.

hell, he didn’t even have the energy to keep the apartment tidy or keep himself in check either. another pang of guilt hits him like a freight truck. he concludes that he’ll give you a spa day so he can clean everything up, not wanting you to worry about the mess he made.

he knows from the bottom of his heart that you’d never judge him or make him feel small for feeling the way he felt, he just feels so bad that he couldn’t even muster up the energy to greet you the way you deserved to be greeted. to kiss you. to hug you. to have a delicious dinner together and snuggle with you.

but no. after a long trip you had to come home and be worried for him. have the apartment be in disarray, have to see him be in disarray. fuck, you were worried enough to call up satoru.

he swears to himself that he’s gonna make it up to you. he swears that–

oh?

what?

suguru’s eyes widen, hands weakly dropping his shopping bags on the floor.

the entire apartment, top to bottom, is spotless.

dishes done and put away. dining table clean. living room tidy. is that… a bouquet of daffodils, his birth flower, on the counter? he also sees the bag from his favorite bakery right next to it too…

he walks around, astonished, at how you’ve made the apartment look brand new.

he reaches the bedroom and sees that the bed is made. his clothes have been clean, dried, and put up in hangers inside his closet. the nightstand, dresser, and bookcase all spotless and wiped free of dust.

a fresh smell envelopes his sinuses. he swallows the lump in his throat. did you smell the single cigarette he smoked? it seems like you aired out the whole apartment. in front of him is a beautiful sunset that waves at him from outside. a sunray beam kisses his cheeks. suguru blinks and feels something wet trailing down his face… it tastes salty on his lips. but feels so warm and sweet.

“suguru?” your angelic voice calls to him.

he turns around and sees you. fresh and clean, a beacon of warmth and illumination. a light blush dusting your cheeks no doubt from all of the hard work you’ve done.

“i ran you a bath. you up for it?” you tilt your head cutely at him, a silent plea in your eyes for him to agree.

feeling like his voice will betray him if he speaks, he nods softly. grabbing his hand, you take him to your shared bathroom, also totally spotless. your hands are soft and small in his, warm for once, because of you taking a hot shower and checking the temperature of the water for suguru’s bath. a sandalwood scent envelopes his nose, no doubt from the diffuser you put inside. he sees the romantic candles and rose petals around the bathtub and he can’t help the smile that overtakes his face.

“for me?” he rasps, a teasing tilt to his voice.

“always. everything and anything i do will always be for you.” you say it seriously. genuinely.

to you, it’s a vow. an oath.

his eyes widen slightly, but he closes them momentarily, not wanting any more tears to spill. he crinkles his eyes and smiles at you softly.

“you joining me?” he undresses, taking off his sweatshirt and t-shirt. showcasing his tan skin, toned abs, & muscles. his nipple piercings & belly button piercing are on full display and he giggles lightly as you ogle at his body, watching your eyes trace his numerous tattoos & piercings, absolutely mesmerized.

“maybe next time,” you smirk, a playful twinkle in your eyes. “figured i could do a little pamper session, is that alright with you?” you ask him caringly, wanting to make sure that he’s comfortable with it first & foremost.

he fears that if he speaks any louder than a whisper, the love that overcomes him will drown his airways. he rasps out a small, “yeah.”

always. anything and everything you do will always be right for me.

he gets into the bath and you try to not let your eyes trail down, instead focusing your gaze on his dragon tattoo that encompasses his entire back along with the mythological japanese creatures that trail up his arms and ribcage like tapestry. you see one of your favorites, a black and white beta fish upon his ribs, submerged underneath the water he’s in.

from this angle, you can also see your name that he tattooed behind his ear. smiling to yourself, you sit behind him, ready to begin the pamper session.

his sloshes the rose petals around with his fingers. the water is warm, is his first thought. i wish you were in here with me, is his second.

your fingers stroke his hair softly, lulling him into a false sense of security, and then you get to work, vigorously rubbing in his lavender shampoo. he can’t help the laugh that escapes him. for some reason anytime you two would take baths or take showers together, you would always wash his scalp aggressively. “this is how i wash my hair sugu! what’s a little run through gonna do? we gotta keep clean!” did clean mean damn near ripping out his hair follicles? possibly.

he’d never stop you or scold you however, he thinks it’s hilarious and an endearing trait of yours. when he washes your hair he makes sure to be as soft and careful as possible, almost lulling you to sleep. when you wash his hair however, it’s like you’re turbowashing a pickup truck. he figures this time he’ll give you a pass (he always does) considering that he doesn’t think he’s washed his hair in around a week and a half.

“gonna rinse now, okay?” he hums quietly, closing his eyes.

this almost feels like a purification process to him.

you lather shampoo in his hair once again wanting to do a double cleanse, this time a bit more softly. you massage his scalp, and he tips his head back. you start from the crown of his head, working in circular motions, using your fingertips. then you go to the roots of his hair, pressing and lathering, pressing and lathering, pressing and lathering.

you push his head forward slightly so you can clean the back of his head too, massaging the pressure points in his scalp. you were always a good masseuse, therefore a deep sigh escapes him, tension leaving his body by the second. (this might be the first time in two weeks where he’s been able to breathe comfortably.) you run your fingers throughout the clean strands of his hair, humming a little tune to yourself.

“they called me.” your hands still for second, but resume back to carefully twisting the water out his silky black hair. you stay quiet, knowing that when suguru speaks he prefers to get it all out there first.

“must’ve been like, what, two days after you left?” a humorless laugh escapes him. “they always know when to fuck up my mood. i swear.”

he sighs tiredly. “they went on a whole spiel about how i need to come back home and find a ‘real job’ as a hotshot lawyer or some fancy businessman, as if i don’t run my own tattoo parlor. as if i’m not also a real fucking businessman. like, do they think i don’t make any money? that i can’t comfortably take care of us both?” he rolls his eyes, getting annoyed again just thinking about how long the same repeated conversation had gone on.

suguru’s family is relatively well-off. he’s genuinely thankful that both him & satoru never had to worry about how to put food on the table or be worried about not being able to spoil the people that they loved.

it’s just that his parents were angry that their picture-perfect little boy wanted to spread his wings… see a world that had more to offer than quiet dinner table meals filled with tension and pointed jabs at one another guised as “caring advice.”

their image of suguru started to get distorted when he first showed up on their doorstep with his gauges. an act of rebellion. he could’ve worn small simple diamond studs but he wanted to make an impression: i’m my own person. even as a 13 year old boy, i can make this decision on my own. he remembers the way his father said he looked foolish. how his mother held her hand over her heart, in shock that her little baby boy had tainted himself in such a manner. what would others say?

suguru remembers looking in the mirror after the whole fiasco & thinking: god… they’d say i look so fucking cool.

then it started with sneaking out to go on late night drives with satoru, shoko, nanami, & haibara. they’d jam out to random songs on the radio, get slurpees & snacks, and sit in satoru’s car just talking about life and their future for hours. suguru still remembers the way his bangs wisped across his face, the crisp night air purifying his soul, the stars in the sky illuminating the landscape. the world seemed bigger those days and the gang were enjoying their teenage years. enjoying their youth.

he remembers coming home, his father waiting for him on the couch, pointing to the seat next to him, forcing suguru to sit down. his father’s arms crossed, black turtleneck making his muscles bulge slightly out of his sweater, his specs on the bridge of his nose making him look so serious. suguru found it easy to make eye contact with everyone in the world, but with his father he couldn’t help but look away sometimes… so he redirected his gaze to the tiny delicate beauty mark near his fathers right eye. a small little thing that made his father look a bit more… prettier. nicer. less daunting.

“where were you?” the timbre of his father’s voice rattled his bones. he muttered those three words quietly, but it still shattered suguru’s eardrums regardless.

“out. with my friends.”

he scoffs. “some friends they are.” a deep resounding ring of utter disappointment comes from his father’s words.

suguru sneers at the man, pissed that he would even think to disrespect suguru’s choice of friends like that. “yeah, they’re the best.” not an ounce of sarcasm lacing his words. his own mood dampened, nevertheless.

he recalls stomping all the way upstairs and slamming the door with all his might. sitting on his bed and resting his head against the window pane, eyes looking up at the same stars he saw when hanging out with his friends.

the stars seemed so far away from suguru’s room.

the world looked so big. suguru felt so small.

then one day, months later, suguru kissed a pretty boy. he can’t quite remember his name anymore, just that his lips were soft and his eyes were kind. suguru’s parents found out. his dad was surprisingly fine with it… he just assumed it was a phase, he went through the same thing as his son did when he was his age. his mother however… she just acted like it never happened the next morning. as if it wasn’t just a part of who he is.

his parents thought he was rebelling for the sake of rebellion. in actuality, it was suguru’s true self coming out. he was just getting more comfortable in his own skin. he was tired of being the picture perfect beauty who always was demanded of being polite, poised, & graceful. it was always too easy for him to put on a fake smile and manipulate others into doing what he wanted for the sake of his family’s reputation, it’s what he was taught. being at that house, it felt like he was kept on a tight leash, restricted from living his life. he felt caged like a bird…

but he just wanted to be free.

all he wanted was to just truly be himself in this world.

a kiss against his scalp breaks him out of his reverie.

right… he was here with you. he doesn’t have to spiral or worry anymore. you’re here. with him.

you’re here, you’re here, you’re here.

he shudders softly, taking your hand, holding it tight within his grasp. anger laces his next words, “they also said it’s time i get into a ‘real relationship’. whatever the fuck that means.”

you giggle. you know that his parents aren’t too fond of you. you’re not exactly of the same… class or status as them. at least that’s what suguru’s mother told him.

he huffs out a single dry laugh, “i’m glad you’re giggling about it because i nearly popped a fucking blood vessel screaming into my phone when they said that shit.”

“my protector.” you coo to him.

a light blush tinges his cheeks. always.

he presses a kiss against your palm. “i think it just made me… spiral a bit, y’know? reminded me of when i was kid and they made every little decision for me. i mean i’m a fucking adult now — i can decide what i do, who i wanna be, and who i want to be with.”

so when he got that phone-call from them on that day he was supposed to go to some rock concert… he did the one thing he promised himself he’d never do again. he lit a cigarette, and cried his eyes out into his pillow.

while sobbing, he remembered when he was in his early twenties and he’d sleep around with anyone and everyone, smoke blunts & cigarettes, go bar-hopping… do everything the picture-perfect pretty boy would never be allowed to do under his parents roof. his family just made him so miserable that he would do anything to not think of them.

he heard your voice in his head, reminding him, that instead of continuing on that self-destructive streak, he got his shit together. art & drawing was always his safe haven, so he found himself an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor, getting a job as a piercer and ultimately working his way up to being a tattooist. he owns his own place now — all his hard work & effort paid off.

his mind travels back to you. his true love.

ever since the moment he met you, he was mesmerized by your beauty, your personality, and your loving words & actions.

suguru’s heart and sobs only calmed down when he thought of you. his beloved. his angel. his reason to be. he hugged your pillow a bit tighter that night, imagining it was you.

“i’m proud of you, you know.” you say it so genuinely that it tugs on his heartstrings, making his heart skip a beat.

“you’ve been through a lot of shit with your parents, but at the end of the day, you chose to follow what your heart desired — not whatever they wanted. you’re successful in what you do and you made the right decision. it doesn’t matter what the hell they say, because they don’t know the effort and time it took you to get where you are.” you say it so passionately, that suguru believes every word that comes out of your mouth. his heart racing, thankful that somebody fucking understands him.

“you’re kind. you’re caring. you’re so unbelievably loving. you’re always looking out for others and helping anyone that needs it… you’re a good fucking person, suguru. i hope you know that and realize that. it doesn’t matter what anyone else says, you are good. what you do is good. who you are is good. it’s an honor to be able to love you and be with you. i hope you know that.”

for the first time in a while, suguru turns around and really looks at you. the way you bare your soul to him so effortlessly, the way you smile so sweetly at him, the way you make him feel like he’s your one true love.

“i’m so thankful for you. i love you… and i want to be with you, too. always.” his voice breaks a little, overcome with emotion.

suguru hugs you tightly, neither of you caring about the wetness on your clothes. suguru puts his entire spectrum of feelings towards you into the hug — an apology, a thank you, and a proclamation of love.

voice a bit shaky, he laughs, “sorry for getting you all wet. i know how much you hate drenched clothes.”

“you apologizing for getting me wet? now that’s a first.” you purr playfully, glad to see him in better spirits.

a loud laugh bellows out from suguru, deep within his gut. he kisses your lips preciously, and sits back down in the water, urging you to continue.

the mood now is far lighter. the air thick with a sweet steam.

you rinse his hair and gently put his lavender conditioner through his hair. massaging it in, running your fingers through his silky smooth strands. you put his hair up in a clip for a few minutes to let the product soak in. he washes it out himself while you start the shower, making sure you put in his favorite honey-almond bodywash. he gives you a silly yet oddly sultry show when he lathers himself and he promptly comes out, steaming and refreshed. you help him do his skincare routine, softly rubbing each and every product into his skin. he towels off and sits down, hairbrush in his hand, looking at you.

“here, let’s do this first.” you blow dry his hair, taking your time and allowing suguru to lull his head back onto your front, the soft black tresses of your beloved’s hair feeling much more revitalized in your fingers. you then brush his hair, gently, carefully. the entire time, you notice that suguru’s eyes are closed and he’s smiling to himself. you kiss him on the top of his head, and he turns to kiss you back. eyes closed, his lips puckered…

but just then, the doorbell rings.

“OOH! perfect timing!” you scurry off. you leave a pouting suguru who huffs out a little “hmph.” annoyed that whoever was at the door took a very well-deserved kiss away from him.

he patters softly to the kitchen where you’re setting out cold zaru soba noodles for him along with a can of sprite and matcha crepes. all of his favorites.

you hold a bouquet of flowers. daffodils.

“for you.” you curtsy, a mirthful twinkle in your eyes. he graciously accepts them from you, a shy smile and light flush across his cheeks.

“thank you.”

kissing his knuckles you whisper, “anything for you.”

for once in his whole entire life, suguru doesn’t think he can bear to look you in the eye. your adoration is so unbelievably intense, it feels like it’ll burn a hole inside his heart. does he deserve so much goodness in his life?

“you deserve more than what i can give you. i’ll spend my whole life making sure you realize that, suguru.” you say to him honestly. “if you’ll allow me of course.”

he kisses you on the lips softly, hoping that you can feel how thankful and lucky he is that he has you. “likewise.”

he clears his throat. “okay, c’mon. i’m starving. i wanna watch that stupid anime and shit talk that hot guy you like on screen while we snuggle.”

“he’s the best character, suguru!” you huff indignantly. clearly he can’t be talking about thee toji fushiguro???

“babe. he SUCKS.”

he knows you so well, he muses to himself.

he knows how your breath hitches after he nuzzles his lips against the curve of your neck, that the skin is sensitive there, but not as sensitive as your right ear. he knows that because of the way your knees buckle as he whispers soft romances to you, intense shivers overtaking your body. he makes sure that his arm is always wrapped tender yet firmly around your waist when that happens, trapping you against his unyielding body.

he knows what makes you tick. on the rare occasion that you allow your emotions to overcome you, he knows how to comfort you. he leaves you alone for a few moments so you’re able to gather your thoughts & assess your bearings, and then he invites you into his warm embrace. he lets you lay your head in his lap as he strokes your hair gingerly, easing your soul with both honest and kind words. adorning your face with soft kisses and even softer caresses. a cocoon of protection.

it seems like these days, however, he hasn’t had a proper grasp on you. you can’t hide a single thing from him, he knows that you would never willingly do so either.

it’s not like you want to anyways — not that you intend to, at least.

but it’s an aching feeling in his chest, nonetheless.

earlier in the week, you’d softly shut your bedroom door whenever you saw him, pretending as if you couldn’t see each other… as if he wasn’t there. it’s moments where he found you haphazardly digging for shit in your drawers, tucking whatever it was into your pockets and padding away softly to your room. you’d stay in there for hours, only coming out when he knocked on your door to tell you dinner was ready. he heard lots of rustling and you pretended as if you were just chilling in there, as if nothing was going on. sometimes when he knocked on your door to see what you were up to, all he heard back was an “i’m busy, baby! i’ll be out soon!” then it became even more odd, you’d quickly shut off your phone whenever he came into the room and would plaster a bright smile at him as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

he sighs to himself. he trusts you. he loves you. he knows you’re not doing anything heinous.

but… why won’t you tell him what’s bothering you? don’t you trust him to fix whatever is wrong? it eats away at his mind & soul that you think you have to hide whatever it is that’s taking you from him. don’t you know that he’d drop anything for you? that’s what being in love is for, right?

his eyes peer at you from the couch, studying you. he calls out to you softly, “angel. can we talk, please?”

a statement posed as a question. he knows this. you know this. you answer regardless.

“sure.”

you walk towards him, intentionally adding a lackadaisical swagger to your steps. to fool him. you know it won’t, he knows it won’t. but suguru isn’t anything if a man who doesn’t indulge his beloved.

he pats the seat next to him on the couch. inviting. as if he’s giving you a choice, even though you know you have none at the moment. “sit next to me, my love.” his smile is taut like a string, amber eyes shut closed so you don’t bear witness to the tears that threaten to spill.

he knows you’re hiding something.

he doesn’t like not being in the know.

is it something he did?

is it something you did but are too afraid to tell him?

since when were you afraid of him?

were you always–?

in the few seconds it takes you to sit down, a myriad of questions race through suguru’s head, creating a spiral of untamable negative thoughts. you would talk to him if something was wrong, right? you both have a healthy communication and always talk things over with each other… so what’s different now? do you not trust him?

suguru chastises himself, thoroughly.

of course you wouldn’t want to speak to someone like him.

always the overthinker. always the nagging negative nancy. always the manic-depressive.

sometimes suguru fears that he acts more like a father to you rather than a boyfriend.

that he’s a bit suffocating. too intense. very overbearing.

a warm hand engulfs both of your small, cold ones. he hopes that it comes off as sweet, as caring. because he himself is sweet and caring.

at least he hopes he comes off like that.

“is everything alright, sweetheart?” a soft whisper. he speaks placatingly to you like you’re a newborn fawn and any loud noises or large movements will make you jolt and run away. “i feel like… you’ve been avoiding me recently. and…” he takes a deep breath. “listen, i don’t know if it’s something i did, but you need to tell me, okay? you have to tell me so i can make it better.”

he thinks he sounds nurturing. kind. paternal.

he also thinks he sounds so fucking condescending.

he closes his eyes and a picture of a man darts across his eyelids like an overdeveloped photo.

strict, heavy-handed, cutthroat.

paternal and protective to a fault. a man who was always “right” even when he was wrong.

an “apathetic” man who bore a child who thought too much – felt too much.

a flash of a sophisticatedly handsome man with obsidian shoulder length hair, serious low-lidded eyes, and a firm closed mouth sears itself across suguru’s brain like a charred photograph.

he flings away the afterimage as quickly as it came. pretending as if he never even thought of it.

he gulps, swallowing the fireball in his throat. god, he really doesn’t want to be like… him. having a majority of his features is enough, he does not want to inherit that man’s personality.

suguru absentmindedly rubs the slit in his eyebrow, his grip unintentionally tightening on your hands. he releases moments after, not wanting to cause you any pain.

“everything is fine with me sugu, i promise you.” you reassure him. “it wasn’t my intention to avoid you or make you feel like you did anything wrong… i am so sorry if it came off like that.” you answer him honestly. your head is tilted to the side like a little puppy, brows furrowed, upset that you made him feel like you were trying to get away from him.

“no, no no no no no, baby it’s not your fault.” he quickly grabs your cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. he brings you against his chest, hugging you tightly. “don’t apologize honey, i’m sorry… i just got into my head a bit.” he quickly placates you and kisses the top of your head. you shouldn’t be the one to suffer because he started to anxiously overthink and spiral.

he looks at the time on his watch. it’s a few minutes past midnight. you both should go to sleep… maybe you can talk it over in bed or in the morning with clear heads.

you exhale softly, shaking your head faintly. you press a delicate kiss against the corner of his lips. telling him, “give me a sec.”, you walk over and into your room.

he nods and watches you saunter away, putting his head into his hands. god… him and his big mouth… he sighs, anxiety crawling up his throat once more. he really didn’t want to upset you or anything, he angrily tells himself to apologize to you when you get back.

hearing you shuffle closer to him, he lifts his head.

in your hands is a… huge book?

“i wanted to give you this tomorrow… well technically today, but i guess it doesn’t really matter.”

he tilts his head, confused. you present him with the thing you’ve been working so hard on.

you smile at him so softly, he thinks that his heart is about to burst. “happy birthday, suguru.”

birthday…? oh god, it is his birthday.

he gently takes the present from you… it’s a scrapbook.

“don’t look at it in front of me! okay, bye!” you quickly sprint into your room, not wanting to be in the room when suguru looks at such a personalized present.

blinking, he grabs his reading glasses from the coffee table, and opens the book, flipping through each page carefully.

photobooth pictures, polaroids, kodak film pictures, movie ticketes from your dates, admission tickets from amusement parks he’s taken you to, and multiple candids of both him and you - many of which he hasn’t seen.

one of them looks awfully familiar… did you take this the day you took him stargazing in the meadow? his fingers brush against his trembling lips, trying to stop himself from sobbing.

is this what you were doing?

he feels so stupid.

but god… does he feel so fucking loved.

you’ve immortalized every single moment of your relationship with him. nothing being too small for you to be excited about, carefully keeping everything.

he sees the little pressed flower of a daffodil enclosed in wax paper on one of the pages, probably from the first time you gave him a bouquet. the first time anyone has presented him with flowers without wanting anything in return. when asked about the occasion, you simply shrugged and said “just felt like it” & then quickly kissed his knuckles, zooming out of his apartment to run errands. he remembers how bashful he felt. how thankful he was. how loved that experience made him feel.

he moves his glasses upwards, wiping the tears across his lashline and the ones that stream down his face. he clears his throat slightly, and continues flipping the pages. you’ve drawn little doodles (things that he’s already planning to get tattooed on him simply because they came from you) and you’ve written beautiful, personal messages. encapsulating your adoration for suguru in the margins — genuine words filled with your love, devotion, and admiration for him.

he sniffs loudly and tries to wipe his face the best he can. he tenderly calls out your name, beckoning you over to him, and you get up out of your shared bedroom to pad softly into his open arms.

“my love.” he stands up and walks over to you midway. he hugs you so tightly while pressing your head against his beating heart, his arms protectively enveloping you. the space between you two is nonexistent, and suguru surmises that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

conveying his thankfulness and love to you, he sweetly says, “my sweet, sweet girl.” a soft kiss pressed against your hair, “my heart beats for you, forever and always.” from anyone else it’d sound cheesy, but from suguru… you know he means it from the depths of his soul.

“my little dove.” he coos so fondly, sweet candied sugar dripping from every syllable. he holds your face in his gentle hands, openly divulging his admiration for you, “you’re so precious to me, you know that? i love you. i love you. i love you.” a tender kiss pressed against your soft lips between each proclivity of adoration.

you smile graciously, thankful and relieved that he adores your present and that he especially adores you. you knew out of any of your presents that you were going to give him today, that this would be the most meaningful. suguru has always been the ultimate sentimentalist, and you wanted him to know that you care for him so deeply. that you love him. adore him. that your heart beats only for him. pushing back a black tendril of your true love’s hair behind his ear, you kiss him gently. both of your lips fitting together perfectly — like a lock & key.

you bring his knuckles upon your lips, preciously kissing his promise ring, ensuring to him that your love and devotion runs deep, deeper than anything in this world.

“i love you too. happy birthday, my love.” his hands are so gentle. his face is so sweet. suguru… your one true love.

if you asked suguru to describe you in three words, he’d say you were: devoted. loyal. loving.

he has four more of his own on the tip of his tongue that he’ll say to you when he musters up the courage.

with a soft kiss upon the ring on your knuckles, and an even softer smile upon his lips, he lovingly breathes out, “私はあなたを永遠に愛します”

[psychedelic-ink]

HELLO here for the drabble weekend if its not too late! hehe what about steven grant with fluffy 'oh no they're so cool how am i ever gonna initiate a conversation' troupe?? but the the reader's like sup and stevens soul just leaves the body 😭😭

HI LOVE!! this was so much fun to write <333 bless him i love his awkward soul

walking on sunshine.

pairing: steven grant x gn!reader

word count: 600

warnings: none!

☕️ drabble weekend (closed) ☕️

Steven nervously stared at you from the top of his glasses. He was labeling the new products, or what he liked to call them junk, and was bored out of his wits. It was a tedious job and strained his eyes, which was the reason he was wearing his thick framed glasses. But his tedious day was quickly being proved not to be tedious anymore as you walked in through the glass doors. You had caught his glance, nodding as a small smile formed against your lips– Steven almost had a heart attack at that very moment. 

Today wasn’t the first time Steven noticed you, you were one of the museum’s finest researchers and you’ve worked on the field in the past as well. He admired you, wanted to talk to you but he was too nervous. Shaking his head, Steven quickly shifted his glance back to his so-called “work”. Oh, how he wished to engage in conversation with you but it just wasn’t in the cards for guys like him. At least that was what he thought. In the end, despite hunger for knowledge, he was merely a gift shop employee. A sigh left his cracked lips, he licked them and reached out to his cup of tea– 

“Hi,” 

Steven’s heart leaped out of his chest, hands trembling so much that the boiling beverage spilled to his hand, making him jump away and drop the cuppa entirely. The sound of glass shattering echoed in the room, his heart was thudding loudly in his chest as he tried, very hard if he might add, not to freak out. 

“Oh my god, are you alright!? I’m so sorry for startling you,” 

“No no, that’s quite alright,” Steven looked up, holding his burnt hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. “Did…did you need something?” 

“I just wanted to say hi,” you replied, face riddled with guilt. “Did you burn yourself? Let me see, gosh I’m so sorry,” 

Steven was set on not showing how bad it actually hurt, but as you locked his eyes with his…he just didn’t have it in him to say no. Pushing his bottom lip out, he extended his hand, almost flinching away when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing against the burnt area. A hiss left his lips. Heart hammering painfully in Steven’s chest, he felt gross, hands clammy while he watched you observing the top of his hand. You clicked your tongue and looked back at him. 

“We should apply something cold, there’s ice in the fridge yeah? Let’s go–” 

“I-I don’t want to trouble you,” Steven stammered. “I can go by myself but thank you for offering to help,” 

“Nonsense,” you waved your hand, dismissing his offer. “This is my fault anyway, I should’ve made a bit more noise before saying anything,” 

Steven chuckled at that, following her to the kitchen. 

“Not much you can do about that, love. The floors are quite noise proof,” 

“Unless you’re wearing heels,” you snorted. “But I’m too clumsy to wear them,” 

“Well, that just can’t be true now can it?” Steven’s heart fluttered when you gazed at him. “I can’t imagine you being clumsy,” 

“Well you better believe it,” you nervously scratched the back of your head, which Steven found endearing. “I guess there’s a silver lining to everything, I’ll get to know you better while I’m putting ice on your hand,” 

Steven’s mouth felt drier than an overcooked fish. 

“You…You want to know more about me?” 

“Yeah…I thought that was obvious? Why do you think I came to say hi,” 

“I–I don’t know,” Steven quickly cleared his throat. “I wanted to know more about you too. So win win I guess?” 

“Exactly,” you chuckled.  “This is a win-win scenario. Though I am still really sorry about your hand,” 

“How about you make it up to me with coffee?” 

A smile graced your lips meanwhile Steven was shocked at his own boldness. 

“I would really like that, Steven.” 

[tojisun]

Imma leave some fluffy/funny hcs bc y’all are too angsty lol.

Megumi being big brother figure to gojo and y/n’s kids is 1000/10. Especially if the kid (who’s probably 3-5 years old??) looks up to Megumi as the cool big bro with stars in their eyes. And they start to copy Gumi’s mannerisms—for example, calling their father a “gangly albino idiot”.

Gojo’s jaw drops in shock the first time this happens as Getou starts shaking in laughter (he came over to hang, in this AU he never went evil kthnxbye). And I also imagine that after a short adjustment period megumi visited y/n sometimes (this was discussed among all the adults and everyone agreed to it, and y/n did really miss Megumi). Megumi has a soft spot for y/n’s kid as well, and even summons his dogs for them even though he NEVER does this for anyone ever. And whenever Megumi has to go and calls back the dogs the kid cries (“bye doggy! Bye bye goomi big bwo!”) so Megumi gifts the kid a pair of stuffed dogs, one black and one white, for them :3

HASDHASH THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! we needed a wholesome/fluffly hwb au <333

cw: i think i butchered the jjk universe/laws so do forgive me, ocs / wc: 1.5k

i hope you’ll like this!!!

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megumi is ten when gojo satoru entered his life. he knew of satoru already, especially after being invited to your wedding with him, but he didn’t expect satoru to come to him.

toji rioted when he found out that satoru offered to be his mentor, claiming that there would be a better candidate, but he’s literally the gojo satoru. who else would be a better candidate than him?

it took him weeks of persuasion before toji finally agreed, and it was only because megumi’s mother began asking what satoru is supposed to be even teaching megumi.

“um,” megumi said over dinner when she asked, “violin?”

she gasped, nodding appreciatively and spooning more beans onto toji’s plate. toji scrunched his nose before hiding his disgust when she looked at him and smiled. she offered megumi more beans too, but megumi shook his head. 

“i think it’s wonderful that gumi wants to learn playing the violin, don’t you think so, dear?”

toji grumbled, nodding his head anyways before turning to shoot a pointed look at megumi’s way. megumi pokes his tongue out at him in retaliation.

“just be mindful of y/n and her baby, okay? don’t be too loud and don’t bicker too much with gojo-kun. gumi, you understand?”

megumi nodded, sincere with his answer. “yes, i understand.”

she pinched his cheeks, smiling, before offering more beans to toji. megumi stiffled a laugh when toji pretended to be full by faking a burp.

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any thoughts about learning cursed techniques flew from his head when he met little nen who turned his big eyes at him, mid-cry, before breaking out into a big smile.

“he-o!” nen greets, waddling towards him. he has straight white hair like satoru’s, bangs pinned to the sides with strawberry-designed clips. he has a dusting of freckles at the bridge of his nose and on his round cheeks that look like mochis themselves. he has snot running down his nose and tears clinging onto his white lashes, and yet he is the most adorable baby that megumi has ever seen.

“hi,” he says, stopping himself from squealing before crouching down to accept nen’s embrace.

he turns to you, silently fawning when nen fisted at megumi’s index finger. you smile at his apparent joy, hiding a fond laugh on your palms as megumi turns back to nen and listened to nen’s babblings.

you snap many pictures to send to megumi’s mom.

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megumi’s schedule with the gojos goes like this:

in the morning, he is trained by satoru. when he asked him if you really think that satoru was teaching him violin outside, satoru told him, in a round-about-way, that you were aware of curses and cursed techniques. megumi asked if you had to be told about curses because something happened with nen, but satoru held his tongue and megumi learned not to ask anything about nen’s abilities anymore.

he and satoru return to your house at ten in the morning where nen glues himself beside megumi for breakfast. satoru whines (playfully, megumi hopes) about nen favouring megumi over him, but nen ignores him all the time.

satoru does teach him violin, only because megumi’s mother began asking him to play for her. surprisingly, satoru is a great teacher. toji sulks when megumi tells him this.

in the afternoon, they go back out again for training. these sessions are far more intense than the morning ones because satoru no longer guides him, choosing to spar with him.

during his free time, megumi is around nen. nen loves him so and he blushes every time you comment how cute they are together.

you do not tell him that you’ve missed him, but megumi knows all the same. at first, it was so awkward being left alone with you, especially when it’s satoru’s turn to coax nen to nap, but the awkwardness fades and he is left feeling so welcomed and loved.

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megumi grumbles when he ends up on his back again, his divine dogs submerging back into the shadows.

“that was better than yesterday, megumi-chan!” satoru praises, coming to stand over him, his broad figure creating a shadow over megumi. he smiles when megumi shoots him a glare.

“it’s not enough,” megumi mutters, sitting up and ruffling at his hair. 

“why of course it isn’t!” satoru says, tutting at megumi’s growl. “but you’re only ten.”

“you were stronger than this when you were ten!”

satoru laughs. “of course i was! but i’m gojo satoru and you’re fushiguro megumi,” satoru explains as though that makes all the difference. and megumi swallows his angry retort because it does.

they go back into the house, satoru dramatically collapsing beside you and plopping his head on your lap. megumi sits beside geto suguru, a constant in the gojo household, who is helping nen colour at his book.

nen sees him and abandons suguru instantly, not once turning to look back at his uncle when suguru gasps as dramatically as satoru. those two really are one of the same. ugh.

nen clambers in front of megumi, dragging his colouring book and coloured pencils. “megu-nii here!” he says, offering megumi both items. megumi takes them from his tiny hands as nen settles beside him.

“neeen!” satoru whines from beside you, “who do you like better? daddy or megu-nii?”

megumi casts a quick glance at him before whispering to nen. “tell your daddy that you like me better than his gangly albino butt.” 

nen giggles at megumi’s words before turning to face the adults and repeats what his megu-nii told him to say. “nen likes megu-nii better than daddy’s gan-ly alb’no butt!”

megumi laughs, crumpling on the floor at the sounds of satoru’s horrified screeching, suguru’s booming laughter, and your hushed “baby, my god, don’t say that!”

amidst the chaos, nen giggles along.

when satoru deposits megumi at toji’s car, unimpressed eyes turning to both dad and son, megumi just thinks, “worth it.”

it was a silent drive home until, “so what’d ya do to make gojo look like that?”

megumi shakes in laughter in between his retelling.

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you are at work, with satoru and megumi entrusted to look after nen, when satoru is called for a mission. 

“it’s an emergency mission. shoko’s on her way to watch over you two, but for now i need you to protect yourself and nen, okay?”

megumi nods, fearful, and watches as satoru blips away.

nen’s still napping in his room and megumi summons his divine dogs to watch over him. megumi stays in the living room, heart pounding as he waits for shoko. just five minutes in, he hears nen screaming from his room followed by his divine dogs barking.

megumi’s heart drops and he races to nen’s room only to find nen playing with his dogs– wait.

nen can see his divine dogs.

“oh shit.”

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“hey,” you greet, entering the kitchen, “do you know why nen’s asking if megumi can bring his dogs again?”

“uh,” is all satoru could tell you.

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“doggies!” nen cheers, laughing when both shiro and kuro nuzzle at him. megumi’s divine dogs are towering over nen and yet the boy is laughing away at the sight of them, anyways.

satoru’s beside megumi, watching as his shikigami dogs nose at nen. satoru had given him hell when he found out that nen was asking about megumi’s dogs, telling him that he wanted to learn about nen’s ability to see curses in a different and in a more sentimental way.

“brat,” satoru whispers to him when nen screams, “thank you megu-nii!” after literally being tackled by the divine dogs.

“old man,” megumi retorts.

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nen cries hard when megumi told him that he has to leave with the divine dogs.

“megu-nii!” he wails, grabby hands turned to megumi as he squirms in satoru’s arms. megumi’s divine dogs are standing on either side of satoru, as restless as nen. 

megumi expects satoru to say something cheeky; something like “you don’t need megu-nii, baby, daddy’s here,” but satoru is silent, hand rubbing at nen’s back in comfort.

megumi blinks, wondering if this is truly a serious moment and that he isn’t just downplaying nen’s sadness. he turns to you, astonished, but you just send a small smile at him. “he’s just really sleepy now,” you say, “and satoru told him yesterday that you won’t be visiting as much anymore because of school and he’s been very sad about that.”

“oh,” megumi utters, turning back to satoru and nen, watching him smother a yawn with his tiny fist. satoru begins bouncing nen in his arms, whispering something to him that only nen could hear.

nen misses him. nen misses him. megumi tries to stifle the bubbling joy.

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the next time he visits, he summons his divine dogs instantly. the three of them greet nen who turned at them with starry eyes.

and when megumi presented nen plush toys that are the exact replica of his divine dogs, he was prepared for nen’s excited shrilling.

“megu-nii is the best!”

no one entertains satoru’s dramatic gasp.

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[how we break masterlist]

[haruchyio]

omg I just read your hc of langa reader and I also wanted to request one like that lmao .Can I request an hc with a reader like Izumi miyamura, who at school is very quiet and dressed in a more formal way, but outside she dresses very pretty and cool and has piercings / tattoos and that is more intimidating than it seems, maybe he also gets into fights or something? you can obviously ignore this request! I would like it to be with mikey, chifuyu and baji, thank you <333

izumi miyamura ! s/o hcs

— characters. sano manjiro, matsuno chifuyu, keisuke baji x reader (separate)

— themes. fluff

# sano manjiro.

prim and proper, quiet because nobody really talks to you aside from academics related stuff. when mikey first met you, he actually thought you were just another boring student. so at school, he never really went out of his eay to talk to you because you didn't catch his attention

however, that soon changed when he saw you fighting a gang by yourself, in an empty street. at first, he didn't really recognize you to be the quiet classmate he awlays ignored. afterall, no prim and proper student like you would wear piercings and have tattoos decorating their arms, right?

he was impressed when you managed to beat down all the men on your own without breaking a sweat, and he had the greatest idea to recruit you because you were a good fighter and thought you'd be a great asset to toman

he was caught off guard when you introduced yourself though. like ???? wht the fuck do you mean you're that timid (l/n) (y/n) from his class ?????

he really love your piercings btw and would ask about it everytime he gets the chance. did it hurt? do you think it'll look good on me if i get a matcjing one? where else do you have piercings on? where did you get it?

still in complete shock when he enters his classroom and you're back to your quiet persona, pierxings nd tattoos hidden behind your hair and sleeves

100% will follow you around school and pester you to tell him all about yourself

everyone is so confused as to why the manjiro sano is so invested in learning more about the shy kid in their class, they might even gossip around as to what your relationship with him is.

mikey will physically drag you to meet his friends and basically force you to join toman because he wants to "hangout" with you

he will !!! get matching piercings with you !!!! just you wait and see !!!!

# matsuno chifuyu.

chifuyu never expected himself to fall for you. let alone be friends!! he always sees you in class but never made na attempt to talk to you because he doesn't see a point in having a meaningless conversation with you.

you were his english partner for a project, and as you spent the rest of the week working with him, he got to know you little by little. you became good friends with him and overtime, he starts to develop this little crush towards you

in order to finally finish the project, you insisted that you both could do it on your house during the weekend and he agreed.

though he's... in shock? no, that's not the word. he's baffled.

imagine his mouth hanging wide open when you opened the door to reveal a different version of you. wearing a sleevless top that displayed the artistic inks that decorated your arms up to your neck, and the many piercings on your ears—who even were you?

he honestly thought you were a sister. that or he got the wrong address.

but here he was, sitting at the edge of your bed with you beside him, awkwardness creeping unto his skin.

"candy?" he asks when you handed him a bag of sweets.

"my mom won them all but they're all weird flavors..."

chifuyu rummaged through the bag and took out a clay flavored one, and placed the bag down on the floor.

"what flavor is that?"

chifuyu unwrapped the candy and ploped it in his mouth, swirling it against his tongue to get a good taste of the odd candy.

"clay."

"what does it taste like?"

"bitter—"

chuu

kissy kissing

chifuyu had to take a moment to process that your lips were on top of his, and he suddenly couldn't breathe like @-#/)(#-£

it was just a quick smooch though so you pulled away just as soon as your lips met, a thoughtful look on your face as you licked your lips

"it does taste bitter, huh. weird."

chifuyu will blush so hard. where did his shy crush go? where did your sudden boldness came from????

not that he's compaining though because he got a free kiss. will definetly ask you for another to act cool so you wont know thst you flustered him

# baji keisuke.

you reminded baji of himself. how he leads a double life when in school, and how different he is when he's not.

he met you coincidentally when he's on his way to their toman meeting and you startled him when you jumped over the fence at the back of the school in a hurry.

he thought you were really cool because your movement looked so natural, like climbing up a fence was something you do in a daily. "discount eggs! gotta go!"

you hastily announced to no one in particular but he knew you saw him, so he assumed that the announcement was for him. discount eggs? the fuck is that?

but when his mother caleld him to go get groceries, he realized what you menat by discount eggs. in the center of the grocery store was a huge crowd of people, holding their money up high, surrounding a poor staff as they try to accommodate the people begging for their discounted eggs.

"hey! i got here first, old hag!"

baji turned to look at the source of the voice, a laughter bubbling at his throat at the insult, only to stop when he saw you.

you looked so different even when you were still in your uniform.

no, it was different. you had your white uniform unbuttoned to reveal the black shirt you had underneath, he could barely see a black ink peaking out the nape of your neck.

baji whistled to himself

was that really you???? the shy classmate that sits at the very back of the classroom??? fighting an old woman for eggs?????

just wow.

baji will approach you with this smug smirk, placing a hand on your shoulders while proudly exclaiming "we're best friends now, got it?"

"huh?"

"here, i got too many eggs. take this as a symbol of our blooming friendship."

you're equally as shocked as he was when you found out he was involved in a gang. he even pestered you in joining toman and enter his division so he'll have a reason to hang around you.

in his logic, if you're like him, then you must be really good at fighting just like he is underneath your shy and timid persona in school. he believes that with his whole heart

he genuinely enjoys your company though, in and out of school. he sticks by your side when he gets the chance, even if its to do groceries.

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[bluexiao]

idk if reqs are open but.. can u do xiao / scaramouche / kazuha or any other genshin men as where the reader ignores them as a prank </333

When you Ignore them as a prank

Character/s: albedo, kazuha, scaramouche, venti, xiao; reader

Theme/s: fLUFF. kind of suggestive on scara’s:)

Note/s: what do you guys think about the incoming patch 1.6? I’m so excited to get kazuha and those primos aaaa! also, thanks so much for the 200 followers i’m honestly surprised at the amount of support i’m getting haha. i’ll be doing an event soon probably? maybe a matchup? so do look forward for that! also my upcoming immortal!reader series masterlist will be posted tomorrow! thanks so much also for this request pls enjoy reading~ can you tell i did my best bois again

ALBEDO is the one who often ignores you right? So when you do prank him by ignoring him, there are two outcomes. Either he will notice it in an instant or he doesn’t notice it and will only do it when someone mentions about you. He is often busy thus the latter is more possible; and it would probably be Klee who would come up to him and ask him why she hasn’t seen you next to him like you usually are. Now that will get him to stop working and really notice that you haven’t been with him for at least a day or is it two? Did something happen? Of course he would be curious as to why it’s like that and maybe decide to take a break from his experiment.

When he finally see you, he’d try to initiate a conversation and if you ignore him, that’s when he’ll straight up ask; “Is something the matter? Are you ignoring me?” If you still don’t answer him, he’d probably think you are pranking him but it’s only one of his options in several reasons why you’re acting this way. He will not push on further but he will maybe try an experiment on you, maybe do something really cool in front of you and if you don’t ignore it this time, he’ll continue to try to impress you until you forget your prank. He would ask you if you were pranking him afterwards and he wouldn’t even be annoyed if you answer yes. Although, you won’t be able to successfully pull off a good prank to him afterwards.

KAZUHA, out of the five, is the only one who has the most normal response. He’d notice it of course, but he’d surely have a feeling that it may just be a prank, however he’d give you a benefit of a doubt, kind of like Albedo in that part. “Dove, are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?” he’s kind of tactical. He’ll sweeten his words and try to get you to look him at his eyes by placing himself in front of you or at your sight. He’ll know if it’s a prank or not if you don’t meet him in the eye and if he finds out, he’ll smile and lift your chin with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. You two would probably end up laughing at the end and ugh this is so soft pls

SCARAMOUCHE will be annoyed bruh. Why are you ignoring him? Him, a Fatui Harbinger, being ignored by his own significant other. Pray that you’re not doing it in front of others or if you are he’ll straight up ignore you for a full day. If you did not, good choice, and he’ll walk or step in front of you; arms crossed, brows raised. “Didn’t you hear me? I asked why are you ignoring me this time, Y/n.” He’d tap his foot to the ground impatiently and click his tongue after a few seconds, hoping it would stop you from ignoring him. Jokes on him though, you wouldn’t. If you still continue your prank, he’ll most likely figure it out and you’ll know it when he sighs loudly, then smirk while saying, “You’re pranking me again, aren’t you? Good for you, I don’t have time for this today. Looks like I’ll have to let this one slide. Repeat this again and I’ll have to punish you.”

VENTI will know it, he will just know it. It might be his intuition or he just knows who you are so much to even attempt to prank him. That’s why don’t be surprised if he throws himself at you through wrapping his arms tightly at your waist, no matter if he’s behind you, in front of you, your sides, or even if you’re lying or sitting down. Whatever you’re doing, wherever you are, he’ll follow you while tugged by your waist that you might have to drag him along with you if you still manage to keep up the act. He might even call you sweet and cringey nicknames that I couldn’t even list down until you give in—you always give in to him it’s annoying sometimes:)

XIAO is confused. Insert confused pikachu face. He’s probably the hardest to prank because you’re gonna have to give in by your own. Poor boy wouldn’t even think you’re pranking him if and only if you don’t do it often and you are good at acting. If that’s the case, then he’s surely confused af. He wouldn’t push you though, he might not even try to talk to you unlike the others. Let’s say you two were supposed to chill by the balcony of Wangshu Inn since you often do that at a specific time. When he gets there and doesn’t hear your usual greeting to him he will instantly sense something is wrong. He’ll try to get your attention by looking at you and if you still ignore him, he’ll be even more alert. “What’s wrong with you?” if he decides to ask you, his voice is laced with worry, concern and maybe even irritation, just a little bit though. He’s more concerned that he did something wrong and he’s annoyed that he can’t figure out why you seem to be ignoring him. If you continue to ignore him, he’ll inquire one last time, “Do you want me to leave?” with a dejected tone. Like I said, it’s hard to resist him pls your heartstrings will tug at you not to break this adeptus’ heart so don’t ok?

[chironshorseass]

i like looking at you !!!!

i’m trying so hard to come back to my prompts. u know the drill!! sending syd a kiss bc she sent this first and also sending one to lizzie @jockpercabeth bc of her beautiful scrunchy fic <333 mwah.

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superfruit.

sometimes the new york city summer heat sneaks up to you. annabeth can almost compare it to sitting by a pool side and realizing that sweat has clung to your skin, even if fresh, cool water is right there. and the sky in the upper east side is right there, a beautiful swimming-pool blue, and she just wants to dive in it—because her neck is already sticky and warm. 

“just five minutes outside and i am already swea-ting,” she tells percy, who’s carrying a bag full of groceries that he’d insisted on carrying because, i'm a gentleman, annabeth, that’s what we do.

right now he only grunts. “believe me, i know.”

she does know. the white shirt he has on is plastered across his chest and shoulders, and although in any other circumstance she would appreciate the view all she feels now is pity. percy’s face contorts into a grimace as he brushes away the dark hair sticking to his forehead. 

“maybe we should get ice cream?” she suggests.

“babe, the ice cream shop is two blocks farther than the apartment. but...maybe after, i guess?”

“i just...i need something refreshing, please, or else i'm gonna die and it’s gonna be your fault.”

“there’s a fridge back home,” he says, grinning at her expression.

“a fridge, he says. that only has, like, orange juice.”

“yeah, ‘cause you ate all the ice cream.”

she shoves him. “excuse me, that was you—”

“but you gave me the idea of eating it, so.”

“you’re literally so immature,” she says, and he laughs as she continues with, “fine, if you want it that way. orange juice it is.”

fine, she thinks. if the summer heat sneaks up to me, i’ll just do what’s necessary. so she pulls her braids into a ponytail using her favorite blue scrunchie and immediately feels so much better. she glances over her shoulder at her favorite person.

“race you?”

she’s already running when percy calls at her that, “hey, it’s not fair!” and chases after her anyway.

;

percy’s apartment is blissfully cool. home. he takes out the orange juice as he promised. she grabs some pop rocks from the grocery bag. and there’s something about it—something she’s too afraid to name.

domesticity, perhaps? 

sally’s away at a writing seminar, and it’s just them and the air conditioning and a glass cup that feels deliciously cool against her palm and his hiphop playlist blaring from his phone. it’s been a year, almost. a year after his sixteenth birthday. it suddenly hits her that he’s here, lending his home to her. after a year, almost. she’s still sixteen, maybe, but she’s come far from that girl scared out of her mind for her best friend, only a summer ago.

“cheers,” he says. her glass of orange juice clinks with his own; half his lips quirk up.

“cheers,” she replies.

but all annabeth wants is to kiss him, she realizes. instead she takes a sip of juice and shoves some pop rocks into her mouth after. the burst of sweetness is glorious against her tongue, though not as glorious as watching him. 

thirsty much? she wants to tease, but is too enraptured. 

he drinks and drinks, draining away the orange juice, gasping every once in a while as his adam’s apple bobs along. when he’s done, he grins at her.

“you’re staring.”

she shrugs. almost a year. it really doesn’t feel all that long, it really doesn’t embarrass her anymore. he’s her best friend. her favorite person. and it shouldn’t be surprising she’s fallen—hard—for that eagerness in him that he shows just now, as he chugs down the cold drink. she’s fallen for his smiles, the little crow’s feet that form after. the hair that curls behind his ears and the way he’s taller than her and, yeah, okay, he’s just very pleasing to look at. sue her. but she’s also fallen for his small mannerisms—the sound he makes after understanding a math problem. those arms that pull her in when she’s too far away. it shouldn’t be surprising, but it is. like new york city heat that sneaks up to you.

“earth to annabeth?” he waves a hand across her face.

immediately she catches his hand in hers, nose wrinkling. “why’d you have to do that?”

“do what?” his eyes sparkle as his smile widens. their fingers intertwine, and a familiar warmth flares in her tummy.

“that. distract me. can’t you just let me be? i was admiring you.”

“admiring me, huh?”

he tugs her closer. she rolls her eyes. “yes, admiring you, dummy. for your information, i like looking at you.”

“really?”

“mm-hmm.”

whoever doesn’t like looking at percy jackson is a liar fair and square, and that’s the truth. their eyes meet; she curls her arms around his neck, not even complaining that he’s still sweaty. she’s sweaty too, after all. there’s a song that’s playing from his phone, but she’s too caught up to identify which one exactly. 

percy cups her cheek, breathes into her ear, “well, i like looking at you.”

“i think i like looking at you more.”

“oh, so it’s a competition now?”

there it is. the warmth in her tummy. this much smiling must be unhealthy. it must, because it hurts too much.

“shut up,” she says, and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him. he tastes like orange juice, obviously— all sweet and tangy. it must be some kind of super fruit, this need for having him, here. this feeling that makes her gasp into his mouth and fill her heart up, up until it nearly spills. she can’t get enough of. she can’t. home. she sighs and drags him even closer because he’s home and he’s a super fruit and that’s all she needs. 

[touchmycoat]

Perspective Flip for TLJ pov from when sxy left him and lqg to do the titty fuck while she went out to cause trouble!!!!!!!! >:DDDDDDD or anything with tianliu that happened offscreen!! <333

WC: 1.9k

"Where's she going?"

"To do things."

"What things?"

"Oh you know." Tianlang-jun's eyebrows waggled as his lips pursed into a serious frown. "Human things after sex. Human woman things neither of us would know very much about I imagine."

With his hands still tied, Liu Qingge began to push himself upwards, eyes bleary but a bit weary as well turned to the door.

"I'm going to go wash—"

Tianlang-jun stuck out both his pointer fingers and jabbed them forward, pressing Liu Qingge's nipples like secret switches. And much like an artisanal trick jewelry chest with built-in secret switches, Liu Qingge collapsed back open, revealing all the snug and private little drawers hidden inside that you just wanted to slip a pretty jewel or candy into.

"Hey!"

Su Xiyan had really outdone herself, to have worn out the Bai Zhan War God so. A dull red flush had taken up real estate all along Liu Qingge's neck and chest and on his face was an overstimulated grimace. Mildly sympathetic to the feeling, Tianlang-jun pressed his palms to the meat of Liu Qingge's pectorals instead, idly massaging from the outside in.

"Do you really want to know what she's doing?"

Before taking her leave, Su Xiyan had plucked Tianlang-jun's spent dick off her crotch and wiped it clean with a silk handkerchief. She'd also left Liu Qingge's abdomen coated in her own cum, now cool and drying. Tianlang-jun bent down now to drag his tongue, hot and lingering, over the musk and salt of his wife's arousal. He licked and licked until he could taste Liu Qingge's skin, tacky only with his spit, underneath.

Liu Qingge had completely stopped breathing, whatever answer he could have given to Tianlang-jun's question completely bitten off and forgotten. Peering up, Tianlang-jun found Liu Qingge's knuckles white with his own grip strength and his face half-buried in his own bicep. When Liu Qingge spotted Tianlang-jun looking, he scowled.

"Untie me."

"Don't be unfair, Immortal Liu, I haven't gotten my turn yet!"

"You don't get a turn!"

"Immortal Liu would be so heartless? The moment he fancies a new woman he forsakes me?"

"That's not—"

"So Immortal Liu does still love me."

With a swooning sigh, Tianlang-jun sprawled his way zealously over Liu Qingge's entire twitching body. His own limbs were still violently abuzz with the peculiar feeling of unsatisfied-satisfaction that only came with letting someone else (a.k.a. Su Xiyan—there had never been anybody else) use his cock. He'd felt the full-body relaxation of release once tonight already, but part of him remained unconvinced and eager—hungry, even—to do his own fucking.

Breathing in Liu Qingge's scent and irritation, Tianlang-jun sighed again, this time smaller and more genuine.

"Would you truly like to rest?"

All the aggravated squirming stopped and Liu Qingge's eyes narrowed. Tianlang-jun offered up a vulnerable grin.

"I should confess my body still hasn't recovered to completion. Rest would be good, I think."

"Untie me," Liu Qingge growled. "Now."

Tianlang-jun did, and instead of launching himself out of bed after Su Xiyan immediately, Liu Qingge grabbed Tianlang-jun with a fist. "Indelicate" would be an understatement; where a proper healer would rest two fingers lightly along pulse point and meridian, Liu Qingge wrapped his entire palm around Tianlang-jun's wrist. Pale spiritual energy washed over his knuckles and the more he sensed, the deeper his frown grew.

"Where's all your yang—"

Blinking once, Liu Qingge's head whipped around. Then all Tianlang-jun could feel was the sudden pressure of a grip and warm, dry sword callouses wrapped around his most sensitive bodily organ as Liu Qingge thrusted his own cock out at him.

"Put this back on."

Tianlang-jun stared at him in growing delight. It seemed to finally hit Liu Qingge then, what he'd done. His mouth fell open but no words came out, and his pupils shook as they simply refused to look down at the flesh in his slowly tightening grip—

"Oh, ow," Tianlang-jun hissed, doubling over with his hands over his crotch. "Please, Immortal Liu. Be gentle."

"You—!"

Liu Qingge chucked the detached cock at Tianlang-jun hard like a projectile weapon, so thanks to the resultant impact against his own hand, Tianlang-jun's cock was more than half-hard again by the time it made it back to its owner. Tianlang-jun spread his legs and started humming a little fanfare as he began putting it back, stopping only when Liu QIngge wrapped the cord of immortal-binding rope around his throat.

"Mercy, haha—" Tianlang-jun hacked. "I mean it. I was recently dying if Immortal Liu will kindly recall."

"You're fine," Liu Qingge bit out. "Just put your—!"

"I can't!" was Tianlang-jun's frank response. The garrotting was not helping his erection go down at all and he wanted to see Liu Qingge's face when that realization settled in. "I'm trying, but it's not working."

"Stop lying to me—"

Tianlang-jun coughed, and a splatter of blood hit his robes. Liu Qingge stopped throttling him at once and instead fisted the front of his robes.

"You," Liu Qingge started and stopped, searching Tianlang-jun's face. But who was Tianlang-jun if not Su Xiyan's most ardent student? His face was pallid and his breath shallow, demonic qi fluctuating all over the place with a distinct absence of yang energy. Even his knees bent over the side of the bed and mostly uninvolved were shaky.

A fissure of genuine concern appeared between Liu Qingge's brows and Tianlang-jun had to fight really, really hard to keep the smitten grin down. Honestly, this boy.

"How did you..." came the halting question. Tianlang-jun shrugged.

"Xiyan always used to put it back on for me."

Cock proffered. Cock rejected with a violent twitch of nose and teeth.

"That's bullshit."

"I vow on the life of myself and my beloved wife," Tianlang-jun said, tone solemn as a funeral all while he pressed his cock to his crotch and plucked it back up, pressed and plucked it back up, again and again to demonstrate the lack of adhesion. "I am not lying."

In his imagination Su Xiyan was giving him a proud pat on the back, because whether or not Liu Qingge believed him was not the point—the point was that given Liu Qingge's storm-ahead-regardless personality, there was really only one thing left to do.

And with a curse, Liu Qingge grabbed Tianlang-jun's cock and squashed it personally into the space between Tianlang-jun's legs. As quick as his legendary sword, Liu Qingge's hand flew away, and both of them looked down as Tianlang-jun slowly moved his thighs apart.

It stayed for a moment. But after that moment, the cock peeled unceremoniously away and plopped down onto the bedding below, rolling back and forth like a dropped chopstick.

"It didn't stick!"

"Maybe you have to lick it? Hahaha make it sticky, you know—watch it! Immortal Liu!" Cradling his penis to his chest, Tianlang-jun stared woundedly at Liu Qingge, whose murderous glare had commanded Cheng Luan to bury itself deep into bed between Tianlang-jun's legs in the very spot Tianlang-jun's cock had lain. "Please refrain from damaging the most powerful magical artifact known to the multiple realms!"

"If you don't want it back, I'll just destroy it," Liu Qingge uttered in a tone so deep and dangerous that the cock in Tianlang-jun's palms gave a twitch.

When Cheng Luan flew into the air again, sharp end seeking out its target, Tianlang-jun threw himself forward into a roll across the bed, presenting his cock right before Liu Qingge's face.

"Fine, don't lick it—spit on it for me then."

Liu Qingge was a man of self-possession and self-confidence, and conveniently, sometimes that self-confidence played a part in his belief that whatever was being asked of him couldn't possibly induce sexual gratification in anybody, and so there couldn't be an ulterior motive of sex at play.

"You want me to spit on you," Liu Qingge deadpanned, "so you can stick yourself back on."

He didn't even say it in disgust, was the thing, just security in his belief that this suggestion had nothing to do with how precum was beading at the tip of Tianlang-jun's dick. Tianlang-jun could planted a kiss on his beautifully naive cheek.

"Yes please. Just right here."

And he didn't even gesture at the head.

Like a highly trained imperial assassin blowing a poisoned dart, Liu Qingge spat, quick and hard. Hot saliva hit the base of Tianlang-jun's cock and Tianlang-jun's hands were instinctively at work, pleasuring himself and rubbing it along his balls and shaft. Before Liu Qingge's face could go green with outrage at being tricked (again), however, Tianlang-jun stuck his cock back on his crotch.

"Oh! I think it's working!"

When Tianlang-jun pulled his hand away, they were both treated to the slightly unnerving sight of only half of Tianlang-jun's cock peeling off his body at the base as if a door broken on a hinge. Tianlang-jun tried to push it back a couple of times to no avail.

"Hm, I think Immortal Liu might need to—"

His words caught in his throat when he looked up to find Liu Qingge already flat on his stomach, gathering the long locks of his hair over one shoulder in order to lean in, brow pinched in irate concentration, over Tianlang-jun's cock. He was licking and moving his tongue around inside his mouth ostensibly to gather up spit, and the moment he pursed his lips, taking aim, Tianlang-jun felt an unexpectedly strong tug inside his stomach and balls and—

"—Immortal Liu you should—"

Tianlang-jun grabbed a fistful of dark hair and yanked Liu Qingge upward just in time for his cum to shoot up and all over Liu Qingge's chest. The sensation of orgasm with his cock attached and cock detached were completely different, so Tianlang-jun was instantly milking this one for all it was worth—which was, of course, more than a generous lot. He was a pureblood Heavenly Demon after all, painting his seed clean up Liu Qingge's throat and even chin, marking up where Su Xiyan had already marked.

It felt good, and hot, and warm to think of he and Su Xiyan enveloping Liu Qingge jointly in layers of themselves. It felt like conquest and homemaking both at once.

In the aftermath of Tianlang-jun's crested pleasure, a single beat of silence fell. This beat was loaded with all the ominous portent of thunderclouds and vultures before a gruesome death; Tianlang-jun could practically hear Liu Qingge's bones rattling as he rumbled in outrage like a volcano about to burst.

So before Liu Qingge could eviscerate the demon whose life he'd saved a mere handful of hours ago, Tianlang-jun tugged him all the way up and punched his own fists into the bedding to the sides of his knees.

"The immense regret," he spoke, tone so grave that Liu Qingge's intent to kill instantly gave way to alarm, "and self-contempt I feel. Worthless apologies cannot mean anything in face of it."

"You—what the hell are you talking about?"

"What would you have of me in atonement? Shear every limb and patch of skin off at your pleasure."

"...Hasn't this pretty much happened already?! And Su Xiyan also—lift your damn head up!"

"I deserve nothing but censure, but is Immortal Liu truly so resplendent in his mercy that he'd offer me forgiveness?" Liu Qingge's fists were stiff at his sides, clearly twitching with the urge to pitch Tianlang-jun across the continent. But something held him back—concern, it would seem, for the apparently true mortification Tianlang-jun was pronouncing for accidentally coming on his chest without permission.

Almost imperceptibly, Liu Qingge nodded (it looked more like a spasm, really). Tianlang-jun cupped tender palms over his face like he was holding a fragile and precious drop of dew.

"Immortal Liu's grace shall never be forgotten. And in return, this humble one promises—" The thing was, Tianlang-jun really wasn't lying about the immensity of his regret. Every single ounce of chest-pounding, earth-beating feeling was real. "—to come on your face next time, for sure."

Liu Qingge's expression froze.

"I mean what a shame, am I right, I don't know what I was thinking—"

Tianlang-jun went flying across the room with his head ringing from the resulting headbutt, laughing all the while even as a vase and a clothing chest were crushed to smithereens beneath him.

[outismm]

I saw your reblog, please talk about Huck before you explode I'm worried about you /lh

ANON YOU BROUGHT WHATS COMING UPON YOURSELF-

When I tell you this is gonna be an essay this is gonna be a THESIS. I would defend this man in a court of my peers. I have been thinking so hard about this little man for the past few months this is gonna be SO LONG SMDNSMD

OH ALSO. tumblr likes to fuck with formatting so. some of the images might be out of wack. mwa that's all

Okay this is gonna be split,, btwn Gay Thoughts and pointing out Character Design Choices/Scene Details/Cool Shit bc. That is the joy of media :)

AAA <333 GOD I COULD TALK FOR AGES ABOUT HOW GOOD OF A CHOICE IT WAS TO. HAVE BOTH VANDER AND HUCK INTRODUCED TOGETHER.

Vander is humungalogongus, Huck is Tiny, putting them together just emphasizes both of those qualities in such a delightful way aaa <33

GOD AND THE MUG. THE MUG WAS SUCH A SMALL GOOD CHOICE.

Vanders hand wraps around that tankard like it owe's him money smmnmdsnd whereas Huck would probably need to use two hands to do the same.

I just. It's such a great use of contrasting character designs!!

AND THE TWO SITTING TOGETHER !!! LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST!!!

Like sure Vander is big, but next to Huck,, he is BIG big. Absolute giant, I love how it helps boost those Protective Vibes he's meant to have!!! <333

AND THE SAME THING WORKS PRESTO-REVERSO FOR HUCK. He looks so insanely small compared to him, and joint with how he curls into himself, all of it just makes him look so. fragile.

It's such a fantastic way of getting across the Vibes of the characters in a nonverbal way. giving the animators my bank info as we speak.

there. is no analysis here this image. this shot is just so funny MNSDMSNDS

He is Experiencing so intensely. Help Him.

Um. Well. See.

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No comment your honor.

NO BUT,,,, he shivers here!! It's such a small detail it's basically impossible to actually see unless you slow down the footage!!

they didn't need to make him. Literally Shudder In Fear but they DID and I LOVE them for that. It's not even smth most ppl are gonna see, it's like 3 frames at most, but they DID.

AGAIN, SMOOCHING ALL THE ANIMATORS WITH TONGUE.

OH AND HIS EYES!!

I brought this up somewhere else but. Big Eyes + Small Pupils That Can't Sit Still adds so much more,, stress and tension to everything he does. I'm sorry the design details have me by the throat what can I say.

THEY GIVE HIM SO MANY. BEHAVIORS. The drumming of his fingers is my favorite - it pops up three times that I've noticed.

The bar, before Vander hands him his drink.

The table, when he's getting upset about the deal going south.

The counter of the Apothecary's dispensary in ep.6

ITS SUCH. A MINUTE DETAIL BUT IT ADDS SO MUCH PERSONALITY.

Like even outside of his tinger-tapping - the way his eyes can't sit still, his very jittery uneven movements, his eyebrows are almost always Bunched Up in that worried expression, that nervous laugh like UGHHHH <333

ITS THE LITTLE THINGS YKNOW? <333

His lanky frame and frantic gestures have entranced me

There's so many good details post-timeskip I gotta talk about MSNDSM

I. GRMGKRKGR. The way they re-introduce Huck makes my brain start bounding off my skull

First he's fully covered by the cloak, he looks relatively normal

then he falls backwards, revealing that he's completely emaciated, far past his previous thinness.

THEN we get the close-up shot to show the tumor, giving us a glimpse into just how damaging shimmer has been on his body - his hood even falls off to give us a full look.

I JUST. GOD. The escalation. Those small moments of Tension-Release are scattered all throughout Arcane and they all give me such massive brainworms.

LIKE EVEN FOR PPL WHO MIGHT NOT REMEMBER HIM,, ITS JUST SUCH A GOOD WAY OF REVEALING THOSE DETAILS.

and for the people who DO remember him it adds that little layer of,,,, Youch

AND THAT ANGLE. GOD. It really feels like we're looking down at him from the barrel of Cait's gun. The cinematography in this show is always so pretty.

(this is also the moment where we can see the escalation of his habits!!)

His eyes are more jumpy, his hands are more expressive, that nervous laugh he has is escalated to the point that it. sounding like he's gonna burst into tears. ('I- I owed her old man my life. Probably more.. than that - I guess' ..... Bill Lobley did such an amazing job w/ his voice aaa)

My absolute favorite detail they added was post-timeskip Huck's,, self-soothing behaviors?

He holds his own hand, he leans against his arm - at one point he tries to rub his forehead before flinching back, forgetting his tumor is there AAAA </33333

It's so clear he isn't accustomed to contact, which makes Cait's hug feel so much more cathartic </3

HE JUST <33333. They really emphasize how vulnerable he is. His constant fear and his desperation to not be afraid is such a key part of his character.

Like he says himself that one of the main reasons he turned to shimmer was to finally, finally make other people the ones who are afraid I JUST. AAA. I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY YALL IDK WHAT TO SAY.

SIGH,,,,, TUMBLR'S IMAGE LIMIT IS BULLYING ME SO. one last little detail before I wrap up.

HE SMILES WHEN THE APOTHECARY SLAMS DOWN THE VIAL

HE. SMILES WHEN. THE APOTHECARY. AAAA <3333

ROSES HEARTS SPARKLES WHOEVER THOUGHT OF THAT IS GETTING PUT IN MY WILL

He's!! genuinely happy that Vi is gonna get help!! It's so clear that the choice he made to turn in Vi wasn't one he made easily.

If there's any last thing to say it's just. The crew did such a good job adding all that depth. Huck gets 5 mins total on-screen and they still took the time to flesh him out.

TLDR. Mwa I need season 2 stat

SHUFFLES FEET... ANON TYSM THIS WAS SO FUN. Anybody who made it this far and read through everything,, I'm making us friendship bracelets and cookies ilysm.

[aangelinakii]

can u pls write louis x reader comfort hcs of how he shows affection <333

LOUIS HEADCANONS

how he shows you ( his s / o ) affection !!!!! <3

season : four

character : louis

song : upper side dreamin' , enhypen

date : 21st october 2021

note : soso sorry this took longer than expected but i hope you like it !! <3 and i love this idea i migjt do it with the others !!

louis, at first glance , is a super upbeat person

and he totally still is in a relationship, don't get me wrong

but i can imagine that when it's just him and his s / o alone, he's kind of vulnerable ? but definitely absolutely v v soft <3

louis's main way of showing affection is probs a huge combination of all the love languages ,, he's a very affectionate and loving person ( if you let louis get his tongue cut out i'll find you )

words of affirmation : mans is CONSTANTLY telling you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, how good you look all the time but especially rn . will probably tell you in the worst of times too, like you're running away from a bunch of walkers and he's like " i never knew how good you looked running " or something along those lines , and every compliment he gives you is meant to sound sweet but can always be confused with something very much 18+ which isn't his fault he just doesn't think about his words before he says them

acts of service : will do anything for you. i'm ngl, he'd probably cut out his own tongue if you asked him to ( ofc you wouldn't right ???? i'm trying to catch you out ) . he's always accompanying you on your duties or sometimes doing your duties for you in case he feels like you're being overworked ????? bc he just loves you sm

giving gifts : i know it's meant to be receiving but yeah ,,, louis is the best as giving gifts. he knows just what to give you to make your day, even if it's the dumbest present possible , just bc louis gave it to you it's the best. he always finds cute or cool trinkets that belonged to people from before the apocalypse and gives them to you,, your dorm could literally be a museum by now. he's given you necklaces, cool ( or bland ) stones, bones and animal skulls, drawings, items of clothing plants , the list could go on. and each time, he says the samz thing: " i saw rhis and thought of you " , but each time it relates to a different memory you share <3

quality time : will never pass up the opportunity to be by your side !! and i mean it !! he loves to help you w your duties, but mostly loves being by your side in one of your beds. you don't have to be doing anything, you don't even have to be in each other's arms , as long as you're together he's happy <3 usually when you're in bed, he'll make sure he has his hand on you somewhere and does the cute thumb stroke thingy, and it makes you fall asleep and then he falls asleep and it's just really sweet <333

physical touch : when you're not cuddling up in bed, he probably has an arm around you , maybe over your shoulders or perched around your waist. regardless, he feels safe and stable when he's touching you bc he knows you're there, you're real, neither of you are getting away. finds new places to hold you from each day,, one day he's linking your fingers and dragging you around, the next day he'd found your coat pocket and is dragging you around from there

each evening louis plays you a new song, and he often works on ones written by him for you and it's really sweet when he goes to actually play them for you. his way of showing you he loves you is opening you up into his world of creation and showing you the things he's come up with ( such as songs or drawings ). he loves sitting shoulder to shoulder with you at the piano, knowing you're right there with him singing along