#love you stupit

[klvm0nn]

By the way, in my AU Billy has a hooked nose because he broke it twice. The first accident was when he really pissed off his parents, the second one happened when he got in a school fight.

[deklo]

i need to draw but i need to keep booping oh god

[bruhlesbian]

mutual put prester/misty dynamic into my head and now i cant stop thinking about them. obssessed with the idea of prester not being a puritan, but a old fashioned femme who likes to be courted, and is SUPER picky about whoever she decides to entertain. every1 is surprised when her and misty start going public, but prester is morbidly fascinated by her girlflop nature and endeared by her frankness and critical outlook on life. hater nation 5ever rise up.

[thedevilsrain]

lord gloria x major eberbach matching icons for your convenience ✨

[warlordfelwinter]

i like the idea of rain romancing gale bc rain has an 8 intelligence so it's just going to be gale saying weird shit like "a lost soul spelunking through the darkness that is me" and rain's just going to stare at him

[abyssalcunters]

good morning chatters i am awake now. andreana top real?

A sharp knocking at her door shocked Andreana from an unintentional, unsatisfying doze. She bit out a curse as she tried to navigate her way out of bed without scattering gun pieces and half-disassembled Arts capacitors; of fucking course the one time her body would let her take a nap would be when she was finally making fucking progress. 

She grumbled to herself, bitterly, as she tugged on the closest pair of sweatpants she could find, making the executive decision that whoever woke her up could put up with a sports bra before tugging her mask up over her chin and cracking the door open.

“Who is it.”

Shark’s Inquisitor stared back at her through the crack. 

Andreana closed the door.

leave me a lil sm sm on ao3 ;3

Immediately, there was another sharp knocking, muffled Iberian curses almost coaxing a smirk from Andreana before she opened the door again. “What do you want.”

“What do-” Irene’s breath caught, eyes flickering down to Andreana’s bare stomach for a split second (Andreana tried not to feel smug about it. She failed.) “What do I want? Laurentina said you wanted to talk to me!”

Andreana counted to five in her head, letting a long breath out her nose.

“She’s fucking with you. I don’t have anything to say.” She made to close the door again.

Irene, because of fucking course she did, stuck her foot in the door to keep it open. “Well I do. Your attitude pisses me off, and frankly I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve it.”

Andreana shrugged, an affectation of indifference to temper the annoyance bubbling into anger in her chest. “My bad.” 

“Do you mean anything you say?” Irene stepped forward, bracing her shoulder against the door to wedge it a few more centimeters open, “You- you deflect everything, are you even genuine about Laurentina and Skadi?”

Andreana’s patience snapped.

“Here’s something genuine,” she hissed, tentacles tensing and curling behind her, black and white bands undulating, mesmerizing, down their length, “If you don’t get your foot out of my door, I’m going to shatter it.” 

It was with no small satisfaction that Andreana watched Irene’s eyes snap wide, paling ever so slightly.

Irene was unarmed.

Abyssal Hunters are never unarmed.

Irene found her voice again. “Are,” she gritted out, “are you threatening me?”

“Yes,” Andreana said, level tone belied by the fury radiating from her posture, “What are you going to do about it?”

“If I were still an Inquisitor,” Irene stepped closer, voice dripping venom, “would put you in chains.”

Andreana laughed in her face. Then, faster than Irene could twitch her hand to where her rapier usually rested, she had both of Irene’s wrists gripped in one hand, the door slammed shut behind her, and lifted her bodily off her feet.

“No,” she said, voice still undercut by mirth and something deeper, something dangerous, as she crushed Irene back against the wall with enough force that her fist pulverized a millimeter of concrete, jewels of red beading at her knuckles, “you couldn’t.”

Irene held her chin high, defiant even as Andreana leaned closer, her ears reddening even as Andreana’s free arm came up to brace against the wall beside her head. 

“I could rip your throat out without even trying,” Andreana murmured, surprising even herself with her intensity, “and right now, you couldn’t do a single thing to stop me.”

This time, she was sure she didn’t imagine Irene tilting her chin higher, as if to give her access.

“Ha,” Andreana laughed to herself, “Maybe there’s one thing we can understand about each other.” 

She traced a finger up Irene’s throat, thumb pressing just barely over the pulse point at the corner of Irene’s jaw, watching intently as her throat bobbed in a swallow before leaning in to her ear.

“I can smell how turned on you are.”

Irene’s breath hitched. Andreana pressed closer, lips tickling the shell of Irene’s ear.

“You piss me off.” Irene tried to vocalize a protest, quickly stifled by the tight squeeze of Andreana’s hand around her wrists, “But, I’m not a jackass.” Andreana loosened her grip. Slightly. “Do you want this?”

No sooner than Irene managed a choked “yes”, Andreana stepped into her, hand around Irene’s wrists jerking her upwards enough to allow her to brace firm legs around Andreana’s hips, whimpering stifled against Andreana’s palm laid against her throat as deft arms wound up her thighs.

“Are those-” Irene choked out, “are they like more hands? Or-” She gagged on her words, drawn out into a groaning whine as Andreana shoved two fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as Irene ground desperate up against her bare stomach.

“Do you,” Andreana groused, two tentacles scattering buttons as she ripped Irene’s shirt open, “ever shut the fuck up?”

Irene’s only response was a breathy whine, hips and voice pitching up as Andreana wrapped a denticulated tentacle around her breast, edged suckers digging harsh red circles into sensitive skin as her other two arms popped the button on her pants, winding through belt loops, tugging just enough to grant access before twining between Irene’s legs.

“Don’t-'' Irene started, drool dripping between Andreana’s fingers as she tried to talk.

Andreana froze. 

“Don’t touch. My. Uh. Directly?”

Andreana breathed a sigh, relieved, nodding to cover her embarrassment, her hand drifting from Irene’s throat to rest, a comforting (she hoped) presence over the center of her chest. “Yeah. Got it. Should I uh. Do you need a second?”

Irene shook her head frantically, and Andreana took the hint. She wove her arms around, between Irene’s legs, careful, a new mindfulness guiding her actions, before nudging at her entrance. The change in demeanor was instant- Irene’s head dropped, eyes screwed shut, twitching against her stomach and gasping as Andreana worked her open.

She was tight- terribly so, squeezing around Andreana’s arm inside her with every desperate, shuddery buck of her hips against where Andreana’s pinned her back to the wall. She was beautifully responsive, gasps and hitched moans and bitten-off whines with every increasingly rough thrust or curl of Andreana’s arm. Irene was gorgeous in her submission, and it made Andreana want to take everything she could from her, to drain her dry and leave her a husk on the ground.

Andreana, for the first time, wanted her.

And it pissed her off. 

So she pushed deeper, second arm curling flat around the one currently turning Irene to a drooling mess, squeezing undetected into her before Andreana relaxed and allowed it to expand.

Irene wailed as a second arm ballooned within her, tears leaking from the corners of her tightly shut eyes, a stream of scorching pre dripping down and onto Andreana’s stomach as she curled the tips of both her arms against the delicate bulge of Irene’s prostate.

Andreana pushed closer, forcing Irene’s hips higher, almost seating her on her lap, releasing Irene’s wrist to wrap her hand instead firm around her throat. Irene let out a raspy whine against the pressure, head tipping back and thunking carelessly against the wall, melting into Andreana’s touch. 

That just made her want to rip this fragile thing to shreds even more.

Flattening her hand against Irene’s throat, Andreana picked up her pace- arms moving in tandem in savage, sharp thrusts, driving deep into her ruined hole before drawing almost completely out, dragging broken, choked whines with them. Well, that along with the growing puddle dripping from Andreana’s toned stomach.

Irene didn’t last long at her brutal pace, shaking and screaming through her orgasm as Andreana curled her arms in ever slower undulations inside her, easing her down from her high.

A latent sadistic side (or, perhaps, the growing acceptance of the desires that came part and parcel with being a Hunter) of her wanted to not let up, to force her arms through Irene’s fragile body, down her throat, meet in the middle and tear her asunder.

As it was, Andreana settled for dragging a thumb over one of the nastier cuts her sucker left over Irene’s collar, smearing delightful red over her fragile bone.

Irene shivered at the touch, Andreana smirking at the sensitivity before glancing up and dropping her smug look entirely. Irene was quivering, eyes wide and fearful and unseeing, arms limp at her sides. 

Andreana huffed, but in spite of her exasperation she carefully shifted Irene more securely against her, supporting her with one steady hand (aided by a few helpful arms) as she hastily swept a space on her bed clear of parts (wincing as she heard a not insignificant number of them clattering to the floor). 

She set Irene down gently, tugging the thin blanket up over her before settling down at her side, squeezing close to wrap a (human) arm around her trembling shoulders and offer what modicum of comfort and stability she could. 

Once again. Not a jackass.

As seconds stretched into comfortable minutes, Andreana breathed a slight sigh of relief at the stilling of Irene’s body, shallow breaths deepening in time with the gentle rubbing of her hand on Irene’s back as wide eyes fluttered closed, tickling Andreana’s neck. 

Soon enough Andreana found herself fading as well, lulled by both how exhausting this damn girl was to interact with as well as the (she would deny later) soothing weight of Irene’s head on her chest, the sanctuary of her fragile body finding safety in Andreana’s arms. 

Andreana sighed to herself, shuffling so that Irene’s knee, hooked over her thigh, fell in a more comfortable arrangement before allowing her eyes to fall shut as well.

Pain. In the ass. 

…might as well finish my nap though.

[sillyroundkatie]

Artfight 2023 attack #6 for GalahadFortress!

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[meirimerens]

Oyun knower of transgender because he is king of memory and old of man but bad keeper of secrets but good and pure of intentions

Oh this is why I couldn't figure out what you mean 😭😭 babe if you come to my blog with a headcanon I don't ascribe to I'm going to have no idea what the fuck you mean... it's like telling me about Artemy’s ex wife. I adore it for you I do and I love it in general but like. Babe at least mention this is what you mean because otherwise I'm gonna high_cat.jpg!

[arcenergy]

this is zilly he is on hold for adoption by me because hes just a big baby and im obsessed w this fucking cat

[kasugas]

I saw a really cool bird in the wild today and honestly that makes life worth it sometimes.. it was a red capped robin if anyone was wondering

[captainhongjoong]

i would rather fucking die than write anything else ever in my life i want to go back in time and not have this idea. i'm so sick of it going 100% nowhere

[ahogedetective]

"Oh really? I see... yeah, I could see you coming here quite a bit, even if just for the monomono machine. ...And you and your friends trying to break it to get free prizes does not surprise me at all. Also, even if I did, it's not as if you would return your ""hard-earned"" prizes, anyway. I know it's just a capsule machine, but it's probably more fun if you just play it the legitimate way..."

Not that he was actually going to tell on him: he doesn't know if he actually was stealing extra prizes out of the machine that much. Plus, he can't say he exactly cares to help protect anything Monokuma might have made... But as long as he wasn't stealing actual items from the store, he wouldn't be too strict about it.

...Which is why he doesn't need to see his face to know he's got a look of mischief on it, as he'll walk up from behind, firmly grip his shoulder, and mutter into his ear while leaning his head over:

"Don't even think about it. You're going to try stealing something, aren't you."

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kokichi wipes the fake tears from his eyes as the two step through the doorway into the school store.

honestly, kokichi very rarely came to the school store. it wasn't that he never had anything to get (sure, there were dozens of things he could just take if he wanted), it was the fact that he never had to work for anything. just buying things was no fun; maybe he wanted to have a bit of fun and earn something, hm? that was the best part. it might be why he's more often than not seen trying to rig the machines on the rare occasions that he does come here. you know, instead of using them how they're supposed to be used...

but of course, he's not going to say it out loud when shuichi asks him that directly. it draws his attention back into the conversation, where before it had seemed like kokichi was practically ignoring the other the second they stepped in the room. it wasn't that he did it on purpose, he just had a bad habit of spacing out and letting his thoughts wander.

" oh i come here all the time, don't you know? " kokichi snickers in response to the question. " this is like my favourite hangout spot! i drag people in here aaaall the time. it's suuuper fun to push the machines to their breaking point; we get tons of free prizes from it! "

how much of that was really true? he's not going to say...

" but, don't tell anybody about the theft part, " kokichi continues, still giggling away. " i don't wanna have to turn in all my hard-earned prizes when there's still so much i haven't collected yet... "

as he says it, kokichi's eyes are drifting around the room, glinting as light bounces into them from the various machines scattered around. there's a particular sparkle of mischief in them, the kind that makes it obvious he's got half the guts to try stealing something right now... he's awfully bold today, isn't he?

[k0juki]

You and Mafia Max having a night out in the Netherlands.

Mafia!Max Verstappen

Carneval night

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

More Mafia!Max posts here!

A/n: The time-line is before they broke up.

Wc: 624

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You were only a few months in the Netherlands, so Max thought that it would be fun to show you around Amsterdam.

At first you were here just because of your father, but after some time and meeting some new people, including Max, you decided to stay here, with him.

Amsterdam has become more than just a temporary stop—now it's your home, filled with love and adventure. You fell in love with him, and he did the same.

"I heard there's a street festival here." Max suggested and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Live music, delicious food stalls, and carnival games. I thought you would like it."

"That doesn't sound so bad." You teased him, but he can't say he doesn't like it, because he does like it.

As you stroll through the vibrant streets of Amsterdam, the festive atmosphere fills you with excitement. You really liked this place, because it wasn't anything like back home in London.

"Oh, look Max, they have these big stuffed animals here!" You pointed out and made your way to that booth with Max right beside you.

"Who do I have to shoot to get that donkey?" You asked and took that heavy gun. Max and the stall holder laughed. "I mean it."

"Yeah, she's not joking." Max grined and gave warning look to that guy. It was sign that nor Max or you were joking. You really wanted that stupit stuffed animal.

"I'm sure you do young lady, the rules are simple, you have to shoot down the cans. That's all." He explained, as he moved aside, you pointed the gun at cans and shot. Completely missed. It was harder than you expected.

At first, Max was just wheezing, so you didn't mind him much, but after some time... "That was amazing love, you have to teach me." He laughted and clapped his hands.

"Oh, ha ha...I'm just warming up." You adjusted the gun and shot. Missed again.

That couldn't be right, the gun was just too heavy. And what was worse, Max's laugh starts to piss you off. Did he want to die? You were sure he did. You said nothing and just gave him a long side eye. If look could kill, Max would be instantly dead.

"Someone is asking for trouble." You whispered and shot the last shoot. Nothing.

You put the gun down and turned to Max with both hands on your hips. "You wanna try it, Emilian?"

That shut him up, because everyone that was close to Max and you knew that you normally didn't call Max Emilian. More like Max, Maxi or love. You were really pissed off.

But he didn't waste any second and took the gun the moment it was reloaded and perfectly shot three times, all cans fell down.

Max looked at you with a smug face and put down the gun. You just crossed your arms as that stallholder cherished and congratulated Max, he just laughed a little and said, "I will take that donkey."

As Max handed you that stuffed animal, he leaned his head down and kissed your cheek. "For a pretty lady, one big donkey."

You thanked Max and took his hand in yours, everything was forgiven. And then you started dragging him to another interesting place you saw.

But you didn't notice how Max turned back to the stallholder and how they exchanged a long glances of knowing, he knew who Max was, so even if Max didn't shoot right after you, he would give you that stuffed donkey himself.

His life was worth more than some plush.

"What do you say we look for next?" Max asked and put his arm back around you. Even though you were completely clueless, but still happy.

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[lovelywritinglady]

hi can i recwest a uzui x reader where uzui have a argment and gat a divors and yn is pregnet years later when the child and he rillast that it is his child and has a tak whif yn and trase to fics everifing

if you canpleas do thak you and have a grat day

I’d love to!💜

Mistakes

Tengen Uzui x fem!Reader

You and Tengen got into a heated argument after a demon hunt gone wrong. He says some extremely hurtful words. You decide to leave him because you know you don’t deserve that. What you didn’t know was that you were pregnant with his child. Angst, slight fluff, Tengen being a dick, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, and other mature themes.

Your pov

"You nearly got us killed, what are you and idiot?" My husband Tengen yelled at me.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry!" I yelled back

"You cannot afford accidents like this Y/N!" He roared stepping closer to me causing me to flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"Sorry won't even begin to cover the fucking stupitity of your actions! You have no right being a demon slayer with how dumb you are. I can't believe I married someone like you!" he yelled looking me dead in the eye with fury.

"Fuck you!" I snapped as my anger began rising as tears filled my eyes.

"Real mature Y/N, get the hell out of my house until you can learn some respect and basic combat moves." he said as he began walking away as I began to sob.

"Where the hell am I going to stay! Tengen, I'm your wife!' I cried walking towards him.

"Hell if I care, just get your things and don't come back until you aren't so incopitent." he snapped walking away into another room.

I stood there unable to think, feel, or understand the situation. My body moved on its own and next thing I knew I was out of mt home with a bag packed walking only god knows where. It was getting dark, but I didn't care all I knew is that I was no longer wanted, needed, or loved by the man that swore he would protect me and love me no matter what. So much for promises. I kept walking until the sun began to rise, my thoughts much clearer now and my tears no longer flowing down my face. I decided to go live with my older sister, Misa, who lives on the other side of the country. Her and I have always been close, and I just hoped I would never see that asshole again.

One Month Later

I feel unbelievebly sick, as every morning and evening I spill my guts out. I have an uncontroable hunger and yet anytime I try to eat something I feel once again that I want to throw up. I feel miserable not just physically, but mentally too. Despite his words, I still love my husband. He use to be my everything, but I suppose I was never his. He claimed that he couldn't believe that he married me and just thinking about those poisonus words make my body ache once more. Tears I try not to spill came fourth with so much eagerness that I had no time to stop them. I hated myself for crying over him, but I suppose I was really crying for the man he use to be. I knew in my heart that I would always love him, but now I can never be with someone who so easily made me feel like my very existence meant nothing. I heard a faint knocking that pulled me out of my thoughts as the sweet voice of my sister filled the room.

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/N?" Misa asked as she sat next to me putting her hand on my forhead.

"Not great." I sighed smiling at her wiping away my tears.

"Y/N, I really think we should get you a doctor. This has been going on too long." She suggested taking her hand off my head.

"I think your right Misa." I sighed

"I didn't want to say anything to you, but I really think you're pregnant." she said in a whisper

"What!" I whisper yelled

"You're showing signs and don't worry if you are. I will always take care of you." Misa reassured

"Lets hope I'm not then." I said nervously.

Two days later the doctor came, she was a sweet older lady that had a warm smile and a small figure. She came into my room and inspected me in all they ways she could. My nerves at this point were all consuming as I really did not want to be pregnant, especially since I knew who the father was.

"My dear you have no fever and no true illness. What you are expierencing, is early signs of pregnancy." she said with a smile

"I see, I guess my sister was right then." I stated sadly

"Are you not happy, I'm sure your husband will be." she stated with a concerned look on her face.

"My husband no longer wants me." I answered doing my best not to cry once more.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dear." She said grabbing my hand.

"Thank you, I just have no idea what to do now." I said honestly

"That's just something you're going to have to figure out for yourself. At the end of the day you need to do what's best for your child." She spoke seriously

"Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed

"Of course I'm right dear, I am a doctor." she joked

"Hey, is everything alright in here?" my sister asked as she knocked on the door.

"It will be." I whispered touching my belly.

Three Years And Six Months Later

My son, Kei, is now nearly three years old. He's a rowdy child that seems to always be obsessed with what is going on outside. Whether is rainy, snowy, or sunny, he's always begging to go outside. I can't complain though as I love nature and seeing his little cheeks puffed up when he askes is always so cute. Kei looks a little bit like his father as he got most of his features from me. His eyes are the same color as my ex husband and his personality matches. His hair is a lighter shade of h/c, which gave me relief. I still haven't told Tengen about our son, nor do I want to. Part of me feels selfish, but part of me doesn't want to subject him to a man like Tengen. Although, when they do meet, I hope he is kind to his son. Kei is too sweet and kind to have to be around a father that verbally abuses him. I just couldn't live with myself if I let my baby be hurt by him.

In these three years, I haven't had a full time job. Mostly they have been part time jobs and my sister has been providing for me and my son. She claimes that since she doesn't have a family that this is no trouble, but Kei is old enough where I can start working full time. It took a long time to find job, but one day my sister came into the house screaming that she found a job that was perfect for me.

"Y/N, this is a landscaping job." she nearly yelled in my ear

"Huh, that's a little different than the jobs that I'm looking for, but hey if they are hiring then I'll take it." I said confifently

"Mama what's going on?" Kei asked as he walked into the room with a sleepy expression.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up." I cooed opening my arms for my son. He then picked up the pace and ran into my arms crushing me with all of his nearly three year old strength.

"Its okay." he sighed playing with his fingers with a small tired pout

"Your mama just found a job, Kei." my sister said with a smile at her nephew

"Okay." he said disinterested. I smiled at this, he's so small and perfect and despite the fact that my pregnancy was not the easiest, it was worth it.

Two weeks later I found myself walking towards my new job. It was a sunny day and part of myself wished Kei was here to enjoy it with me. I can almost hear his voice calling my name begging me to play with him. I was lucky to have been blessed with him. My thoughts of my perfect child came to a halt as the gates of the house I would be working at came into view. Taking a deep breath I began walking to what I thought was the front door. This property was absolutely beautiful. Everything seemed like it was perfect, not even a pebble out of place. It was a calming place that seemed to inspire peace. For some reason this place looked oddly familiar and it only now hit me that this was the place where the master lived. Tengen had taken me here years ago when he became hashira while I was just starting to become a demon slayer. Before I left, I was one rank away from being hashira. I thought about training again, but now that I have my son I felt it was irresponsible. Plus I could never leave him.

"You must be Y/N." The master suddenly said and it made me wonder how long he was there for.

"Yes sir, its very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me." I said bowing to show respect to him.

"Of course. I am aware of your situation and am happy to give you work here." He said with a smile." Come with me and I'll show you the grounds.

Two weeks later

Working at this mansion feels peaceful and the work is harder than I expected, but the pay is well worth it. Today I raked, cut grass, and tended to the luscious gardens. The sun beamed down on me giving me a slight headache. Thankfully the day was almost over for me so that I could go home to my son and my sister. Kei has been begging me to take him here ever since my sister told him that the hashira train here. I have been reluctant of it since seeing Tengen might be a possiblilty and seeing a child in my arms was a conversation that I simply did not want to have yet, even though I knew one day it would happen. I heard light footsteps approach me. turning my head I saw one of the other workers and smiled at him. He was a kind man that was around my age and he and I had talked a few times.

"Hey there, how's the work today?" He questioned with a sweet smile.

"Same as always although its a little hotter than usual." I responded

"Yeah, but I like it when its hot because I know that cooler weather is around the corner." he said with a content smile

"That would be nice." I chuckled

"Oh, you should know that the hashira will be here tomorrow." he said seriously

"Well, I'll make sure to make myself scarce." I said trying to mask my nervousness.

"Don't, all you need to do is smile and show them respect." He smiled

"Will do." I laughed standing up.

"Well I will see you tomorrow and tell your son I said hi." he smirked

"I'll make sure to tell him, see you tomorrow." I bowed

I watched him leave with a fake smile on my face. As soon as he was out of sight I sighed as my stomach throbbed with uncomfortable uneasiness as I began waking to the shed to put my tools away with my head hung low. I was no where okay with the fact that Tengen was going to be here tomorrow. I thought that maybe I should call in sick, but no one would believe that. Even if they did, I’d feel too guilty about it. The best thing to do was to avoid seeing him and focus on my work. If I keep my head down and not do any quick movements, then he won’t see me, hopefully. My thoughts were completely consumed with my nerves that I didn’t even register that I had bumped into someone until I heard someone speaking.

“Hey watch where you walk, alright.” The voice snapped

“Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” I said frantically bowing as to show respect and forgiveness.

“Y/N?” The voice questioned lowing its tone. I then stood up and as my eyes met with the stranger I immediately tended up. My breath hitched and my stomach dropped into the ground. The one and one Tengen Uzui stood before me in all of his flashy glory.

“Uhh, you gonna say anything?” He joked as his eyes raked over my body.

“Um hi.” I stuttered slightly unsure of what the hell to even do. And I tended even more so when his body came crashing into mine in a bone crushing hug. I could feel his urgency and I almost allowed myself to met into his arms. But I couldn’t because I knew it wasn’t right.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into my hair. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that.” He cried.

“I know.” I said monotone still unsure what to do. Do I tell him about our son or do I keep my mouth shut and pretend like any of this is okay?

“Where have you been?” He questioned breaking the hug but still standing close. I looked up at him and sighed.

“Here and there, but mostly I’ve been living with my sister.” I said honestly. I really couldn’t lie to this man he’s really good at sporting liars. As much as I hated him, I really didn’t feel like lying to him.

“Ahh so that’s where you’ve been. I though your sister moved away from here.” He said curiously.

“She was going to, but she decided to stay.” I responded trying not to show too much emotion.

“Guess I should’ve looked there.” He joked

“You looked for me?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I did you’re my wife and I love you.” He scoffed as though he was offended.

“I just thought you wouldn’t care.” I mumbled

“Of course I care.” Tengen sighed

“Well you sure as hell didn’t act like it then.” I snapped

“You’re right, I didn’t I was too hard on you. You made a simple mistake. Hell I’ve made mistakes too. Making mistakes in this line of work is never good, but no one died. I should’ve been easier on you and I’m sorry.” He spoke. His eyes were pleading with mine saying silent apologies.

“Thank you for apologizing, but I can’t forgive you right now. You make me feel like I was nothing and I’m not just going to forgive that easily. I know one day I will, but I just can’t now.” I whispered as tears threatened my eyes.

“That’s understandable, I just hope one day that we can be together again. I miss you and honestly you’re the best aspect of life.” He said with a longing gaze.

“I’m not sure about that. That might take a long time. I don’t exactly trust you.” I spoke honestly.

“Fair enough.” He sighed. I reluctantly decided that I should just rip the bandaid off. Kei was his son and as much as I hated to admit it, Tengen was honest about his apologies. That man doesn’t half ass anything. So I thought this might be the time.

“Look Tengen I-“Just as I was about to tell him the screeching voice of my child filled my ears and I knew I was fucked.

“Mama!” Kei screeched as he ran straight towards me crushing me into a hug. He nuzzled his head into my thigh and despite how nervous I was I smiled at how cute my baby was.

“We have a child.” I finished with an awkward smile. Tengen stood there stiff and unmoving which was strange for him. I had never seen him tense up like this ever and I began to regret not going home sooner.

“Mama who’s this and why is he so tall.” Kei questioned waking up to Tengen. “Hey, you okay?” He said as he poked Tengens hand.

“Ummm.” Tengen said still shocked at the fact that Kei, his son, was standing right there. Matching pink eyes and all.

“Ummm?” Kei questioned craning his head to the side. “That’s a weird name.” Kei said in disgust.

“Baby this is Tengen Uzui and he’s a hashira. And he’s also your father.” I said trying to stay as calm and collected as possible.

“You’re my dad.?” Kei asked Tengen with cute excited smile on his cubby face.

“Yeah, I guess I am kid.” Tengen whispered crouching down and pulling Kei towards him in a loving him. “I’m your dad.” Tengen cried.

I began to shed a few tears at how cute this meeting was. I felt slightly bad that I didn’t tell Tengen about our son, but I had good reasons not to. I’m just so glad that he seems to be a better and nicer man. My thoughts then came to a haunt as I noticed my sister wasn’t here nor was was neighbor that Kei likes to hang out with. Meaning he came here alone.

“Kei honey, did you walk here alone.” I questioned with my hands on my hips.

“Umm no.” He quickly said.

“Kei answer your mother honestly.” Tengen said sternly but not too much as to scare the child.

“Yeah okay I came here by myself. But I really missed you!” Kei cried quickly to defend himself

“I missed you too, but you need to wait until I get home.” I sighed looking at how adorable my son looked with a pout.

“Okay.” He said reluctantly. Smiling at my son hugging his father brought peace to me. And I then decided to do something that would bring us all together.

“Tengen, would you like to join us for dinner?” I questioned still looking at the cute scene before me.

“Absolutely I would!” He exclaimed standing up and picking up our son, swinging him in the air.

“Yay!” Kei screeched

Making eye contact with Tengen I have him a small smile. His eyes looked relaxed and happy and I’m glad that he found out about or son. He then came up to me smiling as well.

“Y/N thank you for allowing me to be with him. I will do by best to be the father he deserves and hopefully one day the man you deserve if that’s what you’d like.” He spoke

“Thank you, I’m sure you will. And for that second bit only time can tell.” I joked

“Sounds good to me. Alright shall we go?” Tengen suggested

“Yeah, I wanna show you my room!” Kei said

“I bet it’s the flashiest room ever.” Tengen said matching Kei’s energy.

“It sure is!” I exclaimed content about the situation that I was in. But I wondered something.

“Hey why are you here early?” I asked Tengen

“The master told me to come early.” He spoke

“Why?” I asked

“No idea, but something tells me this was the reason.” He spoke softly

“Maybe.” I responded shaking my head at the thought that the master was trying to play match maker again.

We walked to the house as Kei held Tengens hand as well as he could. While the adults caught up on the years and for the first time in a long time I felt happy to be near Tengen.

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Hi bestie, popping in to say I love your writing and TGoD and if you're ever in the mood for an excuse to infodump about it and your language hcs I'm listening intently (no pressure tho ly bye)

bands! im feral about your artwork. /points imperiously draw more horny stuff!

pleas im beggign yuo

ok screaming crying frowing up listen i'll yammer about tgod all day because it means im not trying to write it what who said that

some fun facts about tgod:

it was like the second fic idea i ever came up with! i actually thought of it even before fight club but fight club started flowing first so i shelved it, and i'm glad i did because i feel like my fight scenes are so much better now. it was just too intimidating of an idea for me at first since back in 2022 i hadn't really written much fanfic ever

something i'm trying to do with both gaalees in characterisation with this fic is make them both sooooo gd awkward. like true cringefail at all hours. lets be so real do we all really think a former beast vessel turned president and a dude in a spandex suit and legwarmers are anything but so weird?

in particular i really REALLY wanted there to be two things: 1) the dichotomy of violent/inexplicably suave/hron hron baguette drunk lee versus nervous/awkward/insecure sober lee, and 2) sabaku no bloody social skills gaara. i hope that's coming across ok!

ok the language headcanons! i fully and unapologetically plagiarised all my headcanons from luna_lee on ao3 [@sagemoderocklee] who has so many incredible fics jfc but to expound on tgod specific ones

nishitsuchigo as a name breaks down into nishi 西 which according to google means west, tsuchi 土 which means soil, and suffix -go which i yoinked again from luna_lee lol

i originally designed this to be 6 chapters and thought it would be 60k? but my life is a joke and i'll probably crack 80k because i have to make an entire chapter of sexfucking and then an epilogue for Resolution sparkle sparkle

totally unrelated: the next chapter is porn god fucking Bless

don't expect it soon though i have no free time until like december

as a thank you for this question, behold! some fuckign stupit and some foreshadowing to gaara's next social blunder

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"Yeah....! And it's very nice to meet you, too." His smile warms at the nickname given to him. For a boy as shy as him, he normally was very awkward with people he just met, but something about Amai's bubbly and friendly nature made him feel relaxed around them, already. He liked it...

"Sweet Dream Confections... got it. Yes, I'll keep a close look out for it." The moment he can when Amai is there, Shuichi will definitely visit their shop. He can see himself becoming a regular, already, if all their sweets are as good as this, which he's positive they are!

"Mmhm!! I love it! And thank you so much! I'll be looking forward getting more of it, and your other selections!" When Amai says they have to go, Shuichi gives a nod in understanding.

"Ah, okay: see you later, Amai-kun, may the delivery go well! Yes, I'm sure we will...! A-Ah, pl..please, you're too kind...h-hehe..." He bashfully rubs the back of his head with a blush, before his smile brightens once more. "It was very nice meeting and talking to you, too. Thank you very much again for the tiramisu! I'll be excited to meet with you again...!"

"Of course, of course! Amai is looking forward to it!" They're practically beaming when they hear their name from him. "Yeah, yeah! Shuichi Saihara.... hm.... ah, Shu-chan! It's super super good to meet you! Amai is Amai Sato, aaaand the shop is Sweet Dream Confections. It's a little small, but it's pretty easy to spot."

There was always something satisfying about seeing someone enjoy something they made, and it being someone who was being so nice to them only made it better. "Yay! Amai is so glad that you like it! Amai will make sure there's some for you when you visit the shop!" With how many different sweets they sold and kept stocked, it wouldn't be an issue.

"Ah, Amai should probably get the delivery done for now, buuut Amai hopes we can meet again soon! Talking with someone as charming as you is always a treat." They say with a wink.