#mochi is a sap

[eldritchmochi]

yesterday was the one year anniversary of Desmond's exorcism (aka the exploratory surgery to remove whatever the fuck mass on my duodenum was, which turned out to be a desmoid tumor half as big as my yaoi palms)

i am not necessarily doing great, but my boyfriend entertained me like all day yesterday with errands and goofy deep dive youtube essays, and today he's playing the new zelda on my tv while discussing the ui issues with my wife

he helped me change my sheets then while i was in the shower, he and my wife made banana bread. before he arrived, my wife did the dry rub on the brisket my boyfriend bought for me to cook us, then helped me get the brisket started

the two of them also made sure i ate real food for lunch (even if we forgot to pay attention to the delivery notifications) and when it was time for my afternoon meds, one went to retrieve my med box while the other got me a drink to take them with

i am not jewish, but my wife is, and rosh shoshana just wrapped up like yesterday? (hence brisket) and it feels rather fitting that a new year has fallen right alongside the first anniversary of The Worst Thing That's Ever Happened To Me ™️, and that, tho this new year has started with me being Fucked Up over said Worst Thing Thats Ever Happened To Me ™️, its also started with people who love me making it a point to Love Me

so, perhaps not a fun few days, but good days nonetheless

[eldritchmochi]

so the kind of relationship that @catgirlhell describes is literally my polycule, despite everyone involved being aspec to at least some extent

i am married to a good friend i met thru fandom 12+ years ago. we have an entirely nonsexual platonic marriage. we got married because we have a lot of the same life goals (house, fostering/adopting kids, etc) and we work really well as living partners, plus theyre in the medical field and i have really complicated health, plus their mom is the sort to badger about marriage and kids, plus i am estranged from my family, and u get a ton of great tax benefits from being married so we were like hell yeah why not

and its GREAT. i have Designated Family in one of my best friends whom i love with my whole heart, they get less pressure from their mom, we both benefit from the legal relationship status... ITS GREAT

and the rest of my polycule is also aspec too; my boyfriend and i do share mutual sexual and romantic interest in each other as incredibly demi folk, and my gf has a partner with a similar dynamic, but despite calling my gf "girlfriend" in casual settings, like my wife, its platonic. my other bean is also a qpp and boy did my heart flutter when they named us that because like, yeah, its a platonic relationship but it is also a statement of wanting to be in each other's lives for the long haul, thru sickness and in health, thru kids and cats and shitty roommates, thru birthday cakes picked to fit everyone's dietary needs, thru adopting rituals to soothe ur loves anxiety. its LOVE, full stop.

i have one "standard" relationship that includes mutual romantic and sexual interest. i have no want to try and chase after more, cos its so incredibly rare for me to experience that kind of attraction, but that doesnt mean the close, important, loving relationships i have with my other partners are lesser because they are platonic, nor does it mean my web of close, important, loving relationships arent a polycule cos im only fucking one of them

n e wai, qprs are valid as hell and more people should marry their best friends for tax benefits, thank u catgirlhell for taking time to research and understand, thats hella cool and you hit a clean bullseye 💜💜

I can’t get over this lmaooo

[teddymochi]

Read if you dare. 

Gosh I love my friends so much.

They’re so nice and sweet to me, even if I’m being overdramatic or being overwhelmed mess.

I can’t help but love them all, they complement me, even if I don’t think I deserve it, they care for me even if we don’t know each other in IRL.

I adore all of them with my entire heart.

I wish I could find the words to express how much I am happy to have them in my life, sometimes I think I come off as overexcited or overzealous.

But they help me know that I’m okay they aren’t mad, and they don’t mind saying it again if I don’t believe it the first time.

I don’t know how I could’ve done this blog thing without them..

I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for me, even if they don’t notice it.

Gosh I want to cry from joy sometimes, I’m glad to have made so many amazing and wonderful moots, I can’t say how many thank yous I have in my heart. 

[akkivee]

I NEED 80 BOXES IMMEDIATELY

[base0h]

a/n - @countingsheepboi had the idea and now I’m gonna do a part two bec these are funny >:)

Warnings ⚠️ - chaotic g/n reader, crack-ish

Opposites attract p2

- he’s never wanted to cry from stress until now

- he could be just talking to one of his siblings for one second, and when he turns around, you’re gone

- you enjoy messing with him by hanging onto his back so he can never find you until he either uses haki or you scare the absolute shit out of him

- will go to brulee for advice

- he’s the only thing keeping you alive, and you’re singlehandedly shortening his lifespan

- “KURI! Look at this cute mushroom! It’s so small-!” You said, poking the spotted little plant

- it was so squishy and adorable that you decided to stick the whole thing in your mouth to see if it tasted good

- tasted like shit mixed with tree sap

- you choked on it lmao 😭

- “Y/n did you swallow it??”

- whats the ginormous mochi man wearing platform boots with spurs gonna do-?! (as you can see I love his boots a lot lmao)

- he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also doesn’t want you to keep choking so he’s trying to pat your back with two of his fingers gently

- it still hurt

- he swore he could’ve fainted at some point from anxiety

- you’ve unfortunately introduced him to panic attacks

- cannot sleep without knowing you’re in bed, ok, not eating poisonous things, and that you’re not hurt

- yes he’s stressed now, but you’re the only thing that makes him happy

- and so fucking stressed at the same time

- joins therapy with smoker

- he’s already stressed, and now he’s more stressed

- requires screaming into a pillow every once in a while to blow off some steam

- will make bepo or shachi or even Penguin watch over you

- almost every time you manage to magically disappear

- “CAPTAIN Y/N’S GONE-!”

- the amount of energy and effort it’s taking him not to scream is amazing

- he needs to get you a rope for you to hold onto like a kindergartner lmao

- before he even gets to say a word about his plan you’re already beating people’s asses with no second thoughts

- a little part of him becomes more depressed every single time you rush on ahead

- spends all his time on these plans 😭

- inside he secretly appreciates it when you bring over a marine that’s been beaten up by you with a smile

- makes him happy :)

- you’re so thoughtful and he loves that 🙃

- he’s clumsy enough already 💀

- he ends up setting you on fire as well sometimes

- nooo but his devilfruit with your abilities is so overpowered 😭

- no sound is made when you literally rush in and beat every single person up inside the room while Corazon throws a grenade inside when you’re done

- y’all have the epic moment of walking away from the explosion

- and then his coat catches on fire

- will be by your side whenever you need

- you’re the one who’s dragging him along by his coat into danger because he can’t run a single minute without falling

- imagine seeing a 9’7 man getting dragged by someone half his size 💀

- doffy will always be confused as to how you two got together

- 10 year old law is even more stressed now

- poor kid is surrounded by clumsy reckless people lol

- Cora is the type of guy who would run into danger without thinking just because you were right next to him :)

- he didn’t know wtf to do when you ate something poisonous

- “Y/N-! OH GOD- UH- CAN YOU THROW UP?! LAW WHAT DO I DO-?!”

- he is freaking out

- started sobbing thinking you were gonna die, “Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-“

- “CORA-SAN Y/N’S FINE SHUT UP!”

- he’s now crying out of happiness while suffocating law in a hug

- I think he sobbed for a solid hour straight into poor law’s ears

a/n - poor katakuri :’)

[eldritchmochi]

wayward stare out to sea idk if its the autism or if im just a reasonable god damned human but I keep dating gamers despite my most played video game being fucking solitaire

and u kno what date night often ends up being? me as the peanut gallery making dumb jokes as i watch them play vidya games. its gotta be the right kind of video game, i have huge amount of soup for brains so anything particular plot heavy or text based is not enjoyable for me to watch, but like ig its a huge flex to say i enjoy my partners having a hobby different from mine, and i enjoy in the right circumstances participating from the sidelines

because my partners having hobbies is a good thing? i like it? i actively desire that? because wildly i dont want to spend my whole day in their pocket making them cater to my every needs and pay attention to me and me alone cos thats fuckin weird

Maybe stop dating in general if you feel the need to break things your partners enjoy

[gojo-mochi]

Making Snowmen in The Shape of You

SYN: The winter blues been increasing the levels of curses lately and you finally found some time alone to yourself. You decided to take this time to build a funny little snowman totally not in the shape of your crush

CW: A bit of dirty talk at the end, Gojo being Gojo, Mostly Fluff.

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Was supposed to be apart of a bigger series but shush its ok.... My actual Gojo bday fic will be out tomorrow!

You had a free hour away from your students and paperwork. Well, technically, you made a deal with Gojo to shove all your paperwork on him in exchange for some special, limited-edition mochi you managed to snatch on one of your work trips. You were 99% sure that Gojo would still try to pawn off his paperwork to Ichiji or some other poor sap. Curse activity has been through the roof lately due to seasonal depression. You roll your shoulders, trying to loosen some of the tension and stress you've been feeling lately due to the increasing number of missions you've been assigned.

You packed the snow tightly on the miniature snowman you were making as these thoughts crossed your mind. While you were grateful to have a momentary break, you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t miss the company of the boisterous students and a certain white-haired coworker of yours. Blood ran to your face as you thought about Gojo, and you blamed it on the cold weather instead, pushing down any inappropriate thoughts you had. Your hands moved on their own as it finished building the base of the snowman, picking up some of the fallen leaves nearby and placing them sticking up on top.

By the time you were done giving the snowman a hairdo, taking a step back, you realized that it oddly resembled Gojo in some sort of hilarious way. Your hands found their way in your pocket as you were thinking of what to do for its eyes, remembering that on one of your missions you came across a small toy shop. Selling buckets full of marbles that you used to play with as a kid, one of them caught your eye as you were walking by it—a shiny and bright blue. As you picked it up to peer in closer, you were faced with an endless blue ocean. No matter which side you were peering in from, the endless blue in the marble always seemed to shift endlessly. 

A cough pulled you out of your trance. The shopkeeper was eyeing you warily. You coughed and embarrassingly smiled back at them, asking if they had another marble with the same color. They gave you another look, grunted that if they were one, it would be somewhere in the bin, and told you to find it yourself. The click-clacking of marbles running into each other still haunts your dreams even to this day, but you held your head high as you found an exact match to the marble that caught your eye. As your fingers roll the two marbles together in your hands now, you wonder what possessed you to go to such lengths to get these marbles anyway. 

A certain annoying laugh invaded your mind as these thoughts passed. You sigh, bending down to your tiny snowman and poking in eye holes so you could place the marbles in. Backing away a bit to look at your sculpture, The sun shining down made the marble almost seem to glow with an intense blue fire. You squinted your eyes to make sure you were thinking right, laughing a little at how much it resembled Gojo. ‘It only needs that dumb blindfold he always wears now.’, you absentmindedly tug at your black scarf, thinking silently. You pull it off in the next moment, being careful as you wrap it around the snowman’s head.

The marbles were hidden away now, like precious gems. You stood proudly in front of the Gojo snowman, puffing out your chest proudly at the silly resemblance. Taking out your phone, you decided to take pictures of it to send to your students, knowing that some of them would get a kick out of seeing it. Only to get spooked by cold hands suddenly appearing on your neck, you screamed and dropped your phone on the snowy ground. Turning around to find a snowy man with a shit-eating grin on his face, "Scared, ya?” Gojo laughed at the expression on your face, his infinity blocking the snowball you threw at him while bending down to get your phone. Dusting off the snow on your screen, Gojo took this lean over your shoulder, squishing his cheek next to yours and placing a hand delicately on your waist.

His long fingers just barely pressed down on your uniform, like he was afraid that he applied any more pressure that you would break. “Is that supposed to be me?” He points at the mini-Snowgojo with his other hand. You swat at his outstretched hand but made no move to get away from his hold, fighting down the blush that was threatening to come up from being so close to your not-so-crush crush. “Kinda, it definitely doesn’t capture your annoying aura, though.” You murmur, and Gojo faked a dramatic gasp and pretended to faint on you, making you catch him in your arms.

 He didn’t put all of his weight on you, but it was still enough to make you struggle a bit. "Gojo, get off of me!” “I told you to call me Satoruuuuuu.” Gojo pouted and crossed his arms, not making a move to get up. “Fine, Satoruuuuuuu~ Can you please get off of me?” You mimicked his whiny voice, making him pout those pretty lips of his even more, but he did eventually get back off of you. Crouching down to look at this mini-me, “You used your scarf for my blindfold?” He tugged at the makeshift blindfold on the snowman, accidentally pulling it too hard and pulling it loose.

“Whoops.”  

As the scarf fell loose, the marbles also fell off with it. You scrambled to get them before Gojo could, but his reflexes were much quicker than yours. Scooping up the marbles in his hand and bringing one near to his face, he lifted up his blindfold to take a closer look. “You know… These marbles have a very striking similarity to my eyes. Did you miss me so much that you went out of your way to build this?” He clutched at his heart and pretended to wipe away a tear. “If I knew that my absence would affect you like this, I would have taken you on my missions with me!" 

The blush went on full force this time as Gojo continued to tease you, “Satoru, I’m not a special grade like you; I wouldn’t survive if I went on your missions.” Gojo draped an arm around your shoulder, resting his chin on top of your head. “Now, when did I say that you'd be fighting alongside me?” His arm goes down to rest on the small of your back now. “Now, when did I say that I’ve put you on the front lines with me, hmm? You would just be resting back at the hotel, all nice and cozy, waiting for me to come home to you, like the good girl I know you are~."

Gojo whispered the last part directly next to your ear, making you shiver like crazy. “Did you really think I didn’t notice all those looks you would give me all the time? Hmm~? Especially when it was training day, your eyes were glued on me, weren’t they?” He pulls you in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe now. “Naughty girl, you should have been focusing on teaching and not trying to eye-fuck me.” “I-I wasn’t-ah!” You let out a strangled yelp as Gojo bit down on your earlobe gently, but the surprise and the warmth of his tongue were enough to make you start melting even in the winter weather.

 He suddenly lets you go and walks back, still holding up the marbles in one hand, taking off his blindfold fully now to take a good look at you and your adorable, flustered expression. You had to suppress a whine at the loss of contact, "Satoru-"

“SATORU GOJO, COME BACK HERE AND FINISH YOUR PAPERWORK!”

“Principal Yaga?!”  

You turned around to see Yaga stomping his way towards you and Gojo, but before you could say another word, Gojo took your hand in his and started running away, laughing maniacally as he did. “Satoru! Let me go! You’re going to get me in trouble with Yaga too!” He pauses for a bit, making you stumble at the sudden stop, only for Gojo to scoop you up in his arms and start running away faster. “Sorry, cutie, I waited too long for you to finally make a move, and I’m not about to let anyone ruin this for me.” He winks down at you. “What do you say we head over to that new cafe and you could stare at me all you want there~?"

[forest-hashira]

oooooo 2 and 4 for the self ship asks!!! i assume it’s stsg lol

hi leigh!!!! lol yes it's stsg (i self ship with gojo on his own too, but the dynamic is way different)

2.) What are your pet names for each other?

me: mostly i just call them "toru" & "sugu", but a close second for both is probably just "baby" (i am not a creative person)

satoru: "sugar" for suguru; "honey," "sweetheart," & "mochi" all on rotation for me

suguru: "angel" for me; "pretty boy" for satoru; "my love" for both of us (or the occasional "dearest heart", if he's tipsy or feeling especially affectionate)

4.) What are your names saved in each other phones?

me: satoru is "baby blue 🩵"; suguru is "knight in shining armor" because of an inside joke

satoru: suguru is "big meanie 😔" (it used to be "daddy 🥵" but suguru made him change it); i'm "sweetcheeks 🥰" but he refuses to tell me if it's because he thinks my round face is adorable or becuase he likes my ass

suguru: satoru is "brat 🩵" (before their tiff over the whole "daddy" thing, it was "pretty baby 🩵"); i'm "darling dearest" because he is a total sap and i adore him for it

send me self ship asks!

[ask-yaiya]

༺Happy Halloween!༻

My bad, uploaded this last minute, didn't wanna miss out, here's some pumpkins made by the Arco Iris bunch! I'll continue editing!

From top left to the very bottom right! Read on below!

Reshii "Would not bring myself to carve into it, it looked way too precious to me!"

Cole "I wanted to do something a bit more like home... I just used clay and bits of coal from my area."

Yaiya "Blud I needed something that totes would stand out, like legit make them look this way, so why not slay it with some paint and glow?"

Aoi "In tradition, instead of pumpkins, we use bamboo held together by sap, we then carve an animal we feel that closely represents us. After the process we carefully pull out a petal and place it on top as our mark."

Lupe "Tried my best not to screw this big guy up, he looked so right, I'd be damned upset if I did end up slicing him apart by accident..."

Marco "As much as it's tempting to make a pumpkin, I went for the much sweeter route! Behold, my Pumpkin Cat Mochi! Will that be here or to go?"

Ros "While everyone made sappy little pumpkin faces, I made this awesome and cool idea! I call it, the Bloody Pumpkin! Hahah!"

Nellie "I like to have things done with fashion and beauty, I prettied up my sweet little thing with jewels and ornaments from my ol' little treasure hoard huhuhu~"

[mamamittens]

My looooooove this is so fun, I am hype. Can I please have my OC x Marco and Ace? oooor if I can just have one boy.. Marco? thank you <3 I hope I filled this out right.. [what I asked for might just suit Marco but if your up for a challange..]

Cream Poprocks Alcohol Mind eraser/motor oil/Jager Bomb/Pink Schnapps[OC is sub]/ Mochi Ice Cream coffee

Man big list -sweating-

I love you <3

Well, I hope you enjoy your date!

Date Night Event!

Warnings: (Background/implied yandere behavior). Car sex, sex as a tool for manipulation, slight voyer/exhibitionism kink, rough sex, dom/sub behavior, degradation (whore and slut used), and spit roast (simultaneous sexual intercourse on both ends).

Word count: 2,468

The atmosphere was cheerful, gaudy Valentine’s day decorations decorating the venue in a somewhat restricted array of white, pink, and red hues. Chocolate candies at every table and an excessive amount of food with food dye in them offered at a buffet table. Ray nibbled on a small sandwich, having removed a heart-and-arrow pick out of it for his own safety. He didn’t strictly… mind the holiday. Free candy is free candy, even if it had cheesy phrases plastered everywhere. At least this free candy didn’t have a one-in-five chance of secretly being a set up for a scare.

Well, unless you were really terrified of commitment.

Ray leaned against the wall, tilting his head to rest against Marco’s arm as he enjoyed a pineapple drink with pink food dye. Ace was prowling the food table as he stacked an increasing amount onto his plate. Ray snorted as Ace snapped his teeth at someone for trying to swipe from his plate. Ray suspected that he was raised by wild animals sometimes and Ace rarely did anything to prove otherwise. What was worse—he was cute enough to get away with being a feral bastard.

Marco and Ray had to act civilized if they wanted to get anything done while Ace ran wild, confident that his cute freckles will get him out of trouble. Truly, the real tragedy of their tri-relationship was that it wasn’t that far off from being the truth.

“At least he’s getting his fill now.” Ray mused, munching on another sandwich slice. Marco snorted, Ray’s lip twitching as he already knew what his partner was going to say.

“So confident this will even make a dent? I don’t know where the fuck he puts it…” Marco complained with a playful glare in Ray’s direction. Seems he was still put out that he lost a bet and had to cover groceries for the rest of the year… fair enough.

“Well, some days all I have is hopes and dreams. Let me believe in a lie for a few hours, alright?” Ray snarked, stealing Marco’s drink for a sip. Marco amicably allowed the theft before giving Ray a soft peck. “Why are we here anyway? I know you’re a sap, but this is a bit much, even for you.”

“Well, I thought the atmosphere would help.” Marco shrugged. Ray paused.

“Help what? Cause as much as I want to believe, we both know Ace will eat his bodyweight in food tonight no matter how tall his plate gets.” Ray eyed Ace as he made his way back to them.

Ace beamed, practically skipping as he effortlessly balanced his food. To Ray’s surprise, he handed a few choice items over without any fuss.

Marco accepted the pineapple jelly with a fond smile as Ray took a cup of chocolate mousse.

“A treat for my future husbands!” Ace crowed proudly. Marco scowled, tsking at Ace.

“I didn’t get to tell him yet.” Ray glanced between the two in confusion.

“Uh… what? Was the food spiked with something, Ace? You’re not normally this bold.” Ray distracted himself from the chastised expression the younger man had. He grimaced and shrugged.

“Sorry. Got too excited.” He excused. Marco sighed, swallowing the pineapple jelly in a single toss of his head. Marco looked down at Ray apologetically.

“There was a business deal with Ace’s bio family. It was sealed with an ‘arranged marriage’. Really, I think Roger just wanted to argue with Pops for a few weeks.” Ray frowned.

“An arranged marriage? In this day and age? With who?! Do we need to sneak you out of the country, baby?” Ray asked in concern. Ace looked pleased as he shook his head.

“No, Ray. It’s with us. Since Roger kept arguing about Ace keeping his family name, Pops decided to force the issue. Now, we’ll all have the same last name.” Marco said, quite pleased with himself. Ray wrinkled his nose in displeasure.

“Why is our relationship being used as a bartering tool?” Ray sneered. He wasn’t against marriage, particularly to Ace or Marco, but being told he had to… irked him. Ace grimaced again mid-bite.

“It’s not! This is just for convenience! Uhm! Legal convenience!” Ace stammered, quickly correcting himself as Marco gave him a look. “Ah… I hope you’re not mad at us. I… I thought it was a nice idea.” Ace sighed, nibbling at a chocolate bar. He looked like a sad puppy being left at a kennel.

Ray scowled anyway, though his heart twisted uncomfortably as Ace visibly shrunk into himself. Marco, usually the more mature and laid back on between them, also seemed to be folding in on himself. Seemingly upset to have put Ray in this awkward position.

Really, it was more about the principal of the matter. If he was going to get married to anyone, he wanted to be involved from the start! Not told that it was practically a done deal! Who the hell wants that? Frustrated at being surprised like this and guilty that his partners were upset, Ray sighed.

“I’m not mad… I just… need to go for a walk.” Ray hissed, certain that the fresh air would soothe his nerves so he could properly address this new issue.

“Ah! Ray! Wait!”

“Don’t… let him walk. We’ll catch up in a minute.” Marco soothed Ace as Ray exited the venue. He was glad they didn’t make a reservation at a restaurant or something. It would be harder to casually shoot the breeze outside if he had to worry about finding his seat again later.

The chilly late-winter air settled heavy in Ray’s lungs as he paced. Muttering angrily to himself. Rapidly flipping through his many issues with the situation.

First off, he wanted to know where Roger and Pops got off deciding their sons’ relationships like that! All of them were too old to be corralled into ‘proper’ relationships. Though at the very least they had enough sense to not break them apart.

He also wanted to know why he was the last one to know. Ace seemed fine with it—likely a combination of legally getting to change his name and not seeing the issue with it. But Marco and himself were independent adults and have been for years. How was he just finding out about this? And not even from them.

A massive part of his life just… just… written off as a trade deal?! What the fuck?!

Marco and himself had never really needed to fancy papers to determine their relationship. Adding Ace into that, while quite an eventful time, didn’t take away the legitimacy of their bond either. So to imply that they needed it after all these years was insulting. And weird. Why now? What changed?

Roger and Pops had been arguing about Ace for years now… seems odd that it was suddenly resolved and Ray didn’t hear about it until now. And with such a weird solution too…

“Babe, get in. You’ll catch a cold out here.” Ray jerked, looking towards the street next to him where Marco was pulled up beside him in a bright blue bug. Ace looked at him from the window with a despondent expression.

He only realized then that his nose was frozen. Tips of his fingers numb with he venue quite a ways behind him.

Huffing, Ray clambered into the backseat. The front occupied with boxed up leftovers that Ace was sure to clear out by the end of the day.

Ace leaned against the door, giving Ray space as he kept his chin tucked into his clavicle.

“I’m not mad at you guys.” Ray sighed, rubbing his cold nose. “Just frustrated with the surprise.” Ace looked at him with hopeful eyes as Marco smiled.

“Yeah. We could have broken the news better. I’m sorry, yoi.” Marco apologized as he started driving. Ace reached over slowly and pulled Ray into a blissfully warm embrace.

“I’m sorry you have to get married because of me.” Ace whispered into his chest. Ray felt his heart break a little at that.

“What? No, baby that’s not what I’m upset about!” Ray wrapped his arms around Ace’s back, rubbing up and down his spine as Ace squeezed him tightly. “This is just something I would have preferred to be included in deciding! Just between the three of us.” Ray clarified softly.

Ace pressed his lips against Ray’s throat.

“You promise?” Ace sighed, sucking a harsh mark on his skin. Ray shuddered, squirming in the seat while Marco kept his eyes on the road, smirking.

“C-Course I do! S-Sssshit Ace, easy~!” Ray whined, feeling his lover’s teeth sink in deeper. His seat belt clicked open audibly as Ace pulled his hips closer. “M-Marco has to pay attention to the ro—ahn~!” Ray squeezed his eyes shut as Ace slipped his hand under Ray’s pants. Curling his fingers over his clit and teasing him.

“Oh, I’m perfectly capable of driving like this, babe. Ace? Keep your clothes on. We can punish him for hurting your feelings at the house.” Marco said dryly as Ace sank another finger into Ray’s cunt. “Try not to make a mess back there. I know it’s hard for you sometimes being soaked for us.”

Ace grinned down at him hungrily as Ray steadily sank into the seat. Sliding beneath Ace as Marco kept driving.

“What? Can’t drive straight if I fuck him in the backseat?” Ace asked with a sly glance. Ray could barely see Marco, his upper body now flat as his legs twisted with mounting pleasure. Ace shoved up his shirt, peppering bite marks around his binder. “He does get wet awful fast for a slut, I’ll give you that. I like that about him though.”

“We’re on the highway, Ace. I can’t exactly pull over to join you two.” Marco reminded him as Ray gasped, his binder unclipped and allowing Ace to continue his assault on his bare breasts. Ace’s hand still toying with his cunt as he did so.

“All that fuss about getting married. Tsk. Bet if we were on the backroads Marco could pull over for a spit roast. You’d like that, right? Can’t complain with your mouth full.” Ace snarked against Ray’s bruised tit. “He’s so wet, Marco. I think he really likes getting toyed with in the backseat.”

“…”

“A-Ace! Oh fuck hnn~!” Ray threw his head back, nails digging into the arm rest above him as Ace bit the other side of his neck, thumb heavy on his clit. He shuddered, gasping and trembling as he came.

“What pretty sounds you make, Ray.” Marco mused, turning the car somewhere. “Is it really any wonder we want to make you ours forever? Bet he’s making a mess back there, isn’t he Ace?”

Ace chuckled against Ray’s throat.

“Course he is. You know how much of a slut he is.” Ace agreed, much to Ray’s dizzy surprise.

“You’re right… we’re off the highway now. You have fifteen minutes before I join you two. Better make it count, babe.” Marco warned lowly. “And if you get seen you have to wear a cock ring for a month.”

Ace’s head shot up before ducking down below the window line as he cursed. Yanking a blanket over them both as he pulled down Ray’s pants.

“Fine. You won’t be a fucking tease for me, right Ray? Going to make you scream like a whore.” Ace laid down over Ray, knocking the air from his lungs as he thrust in balls deep. Ray couldn’t help but gasp in shock as Ace held him down into the seat as he set to beating Marco’s time limit. “Let’s make Marco jealous he has to drive. C’mon. Say his name for me.” Ace panted, fucking Ray into the seat with considerable force.

Ray’s every breath being jackhammered out of him as Ace pulled his hair, forcing him to expose his neck for more hickeys and bites. His cunt burning from the fast pace. In spite of this—or maybe because of it—Ray could feel himself begin to tremble. Gasping and moaning as asked while Ace kept mocking him for it.

“Marc—oh~! Ah! M-Ma—ah—co~!” Ace laughed, forcing his thighs to spread out on the backseat. Ray wasn’t sure if it was the rapidly approaching climax or if he could feel Marco speeding up.

“Just like that! What a slut! Begging for someone else while I make you scream. Is this not good enough for you?” Ace smirked. The wet sound of him driving Ray mad audible over the dull hum of the engine.

“Yes! Y-Yes! A-Aceee~!” Ray cried out, shuddering as he clamped down on Ace so hard his cunt ached. Ray distantly heard Marco clear his throat but if anything, the sound motivated Ace to start moving faster.

The car door was yanked from Ray’s grip, dull garage lights visible suddenly as a blurry figure leaned over him. Hands held his head back as Marco leaned in close enough to accommodate Ray’s lack of vision. His glasses nowhere to be seen.

“You worried us, you know.” Marco said softly into Ray’s ear over the sound of wet sex and Ray’s own pitiful moans. “Running out into the cold like that, yoi. But you’ll make it up to us, won’t you slut?”

Ray whined as his thighs began to ache but Marco kept staring down at him with a dark smile. He kissed Ray once, a lingering soft kiss against Ace’s harsh thrusts.

There was the sound of a zipper as he stood up again. Ray squeezed his eyes shut as Marco’s hard cock pressed against his lips. Dazed and rapidly becoming overstimulated, Ray allowed Marco access. Ace’s hand pressed firmly over his throat as Marco slid inside. He struggled to breathe past the thick obstruction but managed. Barely.

“Fuck that’s hot. Think you can still say his name? You’re such a talented whore, I’m pretty sure you can. Go on. Show us.” Ace gripped Ray’s hips, tilting them up to reach deeper as he licked along Ray’s throat. Biting firmly for a long moment, forcing Ray to moan hard on Marco’s cock. “Our slut.” Ace sneered.

Ray moaned around Marco’s cock as hands gently cradled his face, holding him in place. Balls coming to rest firmly against his nose as he pressed in deep. Marco groaned and chuckled.

“Yeah, babe. Show us what our little slut can do, yoi.”

Ray barely had the presence of mind to cry out at this point. Sore and bruised, he took everything they gave him. Even though his thighs trembled and cunt ached from Ace’s abuse. And his throat burned around Marco’s relentless cock.

Because regardless of the future, he was theirs.

“Our slut.”

[rogue-durin-16]

MATCHUP FOR

@missy-mochi

Flaws: I'm really shy, nervous (I think i am hypersensible), naive and apologize too much. Sexuality: not sure myself. I'm 22. Defining traits: kind, gentle, supportive and goofy when i'm with my family and close friends, and I can't stop making gifts for them. It is very rare to see me sad or angry, especially angry. My family can't stop calling me "angel" because of my personality! Hobbies: I really like cooking, drawing, writing while listening music! (metal and celtic are my favorites!) Appearance: I'm 5'0 (or 1m53), a bit chubby. I am a chubby hobbit lol. I have short dark chocolate hair, with tiny silver strands due to my eternal stress. I have hazel eyes, freckles on the nose and I love wearing gothic/witchy outfits. MBTI: INFJ. Love language: I really love gifts, words affirmation and touch. Zodiac sign: aquarius. Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff. Insecurities: I am pretty insecure about myself in general, I am really scared to hurt people, to make mistakes all the time, and a bit about my body sometimes. I am just scared to be not good enough.

From Stranger Things I Ship You With:

Robin Buckley

Dynamic

Angel x Enchanted™

Quote

«Say my name, Sun shines through the rain. A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain.»

Okay I literally didn't make the rules with this one.

I pulled out my compatibility charts and saw that not only ENTP was the ideal matchup for INFJ, but also Aquarius and Sagittarius's chemistry is off the charts.

I can confirm both by personal experience too

Robin calling you angel (which she does very often mind you) will make you weak on the knees. Like, I'm just gonna beg you real quick to imagine Maya Hawke's voice saying 'angel'.

I'm 100% sure Robin Buckley suspected you were a witch for a good couple of months due to your looks.

She investigated it. I'm not kidding.

This leads to an ongoing joke between the two of you in the future. She says you put a spell on her.

Listen. Listen to me. She's currently restrained by society so she can't fully be herself but she has a corruption kink. No one fight me on this one, I know what I'm talking about.

Which means that you being the loveliest, most naive person in the entire world is for sure up her alley.

Robin can't cook for shit so you're a life saver for her. She is IN LOVE with your cookies.

This tall, lanky lesbian lives in a constant slouched state to mildly adapt to your height (which is impossible but the girl tries).

Definitely tilts your chin up when you're about to kiss.

You two can laugh until you're out of breath, but just when you're alone.

Steve is reticent at first. He fully believes you're a witch so Robin's "she put a spell on me" joke is not funny to him.

He also thinks you're too good to be true but Robin is completely smitten, so you best believe he'll be supportive.

I am a Robin Can't Draw truther, so she'd be in awe of your drawings and lose her mind if you ever sketch her.

This is the second Robin x artsy!reader matchup I write, I think she has a type.

Will make fun of you listening to metal but fall in love with Celtic music (same).

So random but she associates Eternal Flame by The Bangles with you and Steve will never lose an opportunity to call her a fucking sap for that.

You leave her breathless everytime she sees you. Genuinely doesn't understand what you got to be insecure about.

Will scold you for saying sorry too much but I feel like she can be a bit like that too around the people she crushes on anxious queen.

She understands your hypersensitivity on a spiritual level, so you best believe she'd be careful not to overwhelm you.

Not as much as she's in love with you duhhh.

[crushng-a]

The Roller is alive. Upstairs, there are couples of all kinds making the most of a a day out before whatever else couples do on Valentine's. Two for the price of one would be an ideal chance that Gin would be a fool to miss out on. But they ARE a guest in the Roller. Besides... they're busy.

Namely, they are lounging on a couch with Wilford in the basement bowling alley. It wasn't due to open for a while yet, so the pair could sit and enjoy milkshakes while being forgotten about the world. Eventually Wilford propped his feet up other table and turned his head to Gin.

"Yer a good kid, an' I'm proud of ya - glittery black-hole-ness an' all. There is a happy endin' out there somewhere fer ya. But until then, I wanna remind ya that here can be where it is fer now. Oh, that reminds me." Rolling to put his weight on his right hip, Wilford began rummaging the back pockets of his trousers until he pulled out a small box. Inside was a silver necklace with a small model of a pair of roller skates dangling off them. It was hard to tell what colour they were, as the hue shifted depending on how the light bounced off them, but the white star mark held firm. "No matter what timeline yer in, no matter where ya end up goin', y'll always have this little bubble ta come back to." (rosetintedgunman)

IT’S LOVE DAY!

the best day of the year! best holiday of all time and space, with the most important annual traditions! (candy & sex! — duh.) oh, and kisses. and teddy bears! and making ridiculous scenes in upscale italian restaurants!

also, candy. so much candy. sweets and sours and sugars and caramels and cakes and cookies! mochis and gummies and boobies and chocolates and taffies and toffees and ice creams! and milkshakes. that’s an important one, because the best milkshakes in all the multiverse come from one of gin’s favorite stops.

AND THE ROLLER IS ALIVE!

(eye candy! eye candy everywhere!) that’s not the point. unfortunately. the point is to see wilford.

wilford the warfstache, who might well be a cupid himself, between the pink hair, the bear hugs, and the penchant for bringing the sweetness out of anyone. or maybe he’s the easter bunny. all those pastels. eh. jury’s out! it’s two timeless time-travelers reveling in time apart, together! and there’s few who gin would rather do it with than wilford. few he respects enough to even consider it. not just anyone has this much power and this much class!

and it’s love day! so he has a bright pink milkshake and as many candy hearts as the bartender could cram on top. he’s been making a game of seeing how many he can stick to his tongue at once, LOL and TXT ME and BABY and I♥️U, before they start falling off or he has to wet his palate.

sometimes wilford’s a sap. happy endings are still endings, after all, and gin’s not nearly done with writing his story! but aside from a disapproving sucking noise on his mouthful of chalky candy, he stays quiet. there’s a gift involved.

cool metal pools in gin’s palm, charm first, followed by a thin chain. the charm, a pair of skates, s h i m m e r s as he turns it back and forth. it’s like an opal, all multicolored and flashing fire. it’s hard to tell what it might be made of. rose gold? that’d be seasonal! or sterling silver, perhaps? (no, sterling’s the chain, not the ball!) (it’s not a ball, it’s a charm! doofus.) (heh. balls.)

gin smiles brightly. “i never doubted it.” he fastens the clasp in the back with a couple of tries, narrowly keeping his milkshake glass tucked between his thighs without incident. the skates rest at the base of his turtleneck, on perfect display between the flaps of his khaki lapels. he toys at the necklace with a finger, staring down at it as its many hues cast rainbows on the seat below.

“it’s, um. it’s funny, you know? everyone else … isn’t always there. they’re all temporary.” it’s more than just mortality that plagues him. the very fabric of existence warps and tears. people change. disappear. get misplaced. he’s too early, there’s no one to miss. or i’m too late. too late. too late. sometimes it’s as if you never existed at all.

(can you see me here, ? or am i out of your reach?)

gin shakes his head — shakes away the dread. “i’m just glad the roller’s easy to find, that’s all.” i’m glad to have you, wilford. i don’t know where i’d be without you.

i hope the necklace stays a while. i like it a lot.

[tirjasdyn]

It's a rainy Friday here and mochi was shivering since she had to get a hair cut after rolling in tree sap. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl-E4UCr38F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[memurfevur-archive]

"ϟ And a hazard,ϟ" Kera pointed out. "ϟ You're always getting it stuck in things. One of these days it might cost you on the battlefield.ϟ"

Kera reached out and sapped the static from Mochi's hair so that it could lie flat easier. Electricity cackled in her hand at first for only a moment, then she closed her fist.

"ϟ But then again, if it's gone I'll miss helping you braid it too, so... pros and cons I guess. ϟ"

"Hey! It's not my fault everything has it in for my hair.₊˚.༄ Literally, everything.₊˚.༄"

"ϟ No kidding,ϟ" Kera smirks and reaches out to tug at Mochi's hair. The contact releases a small electrical current, puffing up and frizzing strands of its hair and making it stand up. "ϟ Even I'm not immune. ϟ"

[amjustagirl]

chapter 13: home and hearth

chapters: 13 / 15

pairing: miya osamu x f! reader

genre: romance / angst / fluff

word count: 2.5k

summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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“I guess I don’t actually have to kick you out of the farm”, Ichika remarks when you and Osamu return back to the guest house, the status of your newfound relationship clear from your joined hands. He rolls his eyes, ready to snipe back with a snarky remark about how he’s not as dumb as his brother, throwing ‘Tsumu to the wolves when Kita pipes up. 

“We should have food to celebrate”, he says, ever the peace-maker. “I’m sure I have some mochi that obaa-chan made this morning, we could even break out the sake -” 

“Thanks Capt’n, but I’m full”, Osamu replies flatly. 

Everyone blinks at him. But before anyone can vocalise their utter shock, judging from their flabbergasted expressions - because he’s Miya Osamu, a bottomless pit and he never turns down food, he grabs your arm and hightails it to your room. 

“What’s the rush?”, you ask him, confused. It wouldn’t hurt to sit about and chat with Shinsuke and Ichika for a bit, especially when you’re living under their roof. 

“I’ve waited a whole year to talk to you, so I’m gonna treasure every minute I have here. And don’t worry about ‘Chika and Shinsuke. They’re romantic saps deep inside, so they understand.” 

“Still, ‘Samu that’s so rude.” 

“I missed you”, he declares, unrepentant. “Plus didn’t you hear ‘Chika promising to kick me out of the farm if I don’t make you happy -” 

“With you, I’m always happy -” 

“Keep sayin’ things like that and I’m never leavin’ your side, sweetheart. Now c’mon - let’s plan our first date. I’m thinkin’ of heading back to my hometown so we can try more ice cream flavours.”

“Cos it’s life changing from what I hear”, you tease, and he can’t help but kiss you again. 

You do go on that first date, and a few more after until he has to return back to Osaka, but once Kita’s guests check out (you realise they’re Suna Rintarou’s parents who seem absolutely loaded - no wonder he’s so obnoxious), you get on the first train back to Osaka, flying off the train right into Osamu’s waiting arms.. You slip right back into the rhythm of being in Osaka, renting a tiny apartment though you really don’t need it since you and Kombu-chan spend most of your time at Osamu’s apartment, helping out at his restaurants as a means of spending more time with him whenever you’re free, in between breaks of running your own business, which is booming. Osamu boasts about it to all his customers and it strengthens your resolve knowing he’s your biggest supporter, that he couldn’t be prouder of you. 

He broaches setting up a night where you take over the restaurant as a visiting chef-in-residence, and you gladly take him up on his offer, curating menus that blend your family’s traditional techniques with the flavours and ingredients you’ve discovered. These biweekly affairs draw almost a cult following of sorts purely through word of mouth. The primitive reservation link he uses on the Onigiri Miya website crashes as people keep flooding it, desperate to score a seat, and right now there isn’t a seat to be had for two months at least. 

He’s brimming with pride that he gets to serve as your sous chef and tells you so, but there’s a weighted pause before you smile and nod, and he’s sharp enough to ask you what’s wrong.  

“If I stopped cooking one day because I decided I hate it, would you still love me?” 

“I guess it’d be fine”, he teases. “Since we won’t go hungry ‘cos I can cook for us both.” 

“‘Samu!” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead in apology. “I don’t love you for your cooking, let’s just be clear about that.” 

“Then why do you love me?”   

He must take a beat too long in hesitation because you mutter a soft “nevermind”, rolling on your back to stare at the cracks in the ceiling. 

“Hey”, he rolls towards you, resting his chin on the top of your belly where you’re the most ticklish, chuckling when you swat at him. “You gotta give a guy time to think of a reply, ‘specially when I’m not good with words.”  

You crack a smile when he boops your nose with his. “You know I’m gonna love you whether or not you’re a chef right? It’s not like I love you ‘cos of that. If that’s what I was lookin’ for then I might as well date Suzuki-san, though gross - that’d be like datin’ a grumpy auntie of mine, no can do.” 

“I’m gonna tell her you called her grumpy -”

He chokes as if he’s downed a can of kerosene. “You won’t do that.” 

“Try me”, you say, a cheeky grin stretching across your face. 

He forgets to give you his answer when the night devolves into a pillow fight which ends only after he traps you in a bear hug and you distract him with heated kisses and - well his crew teases him when he turns up to work late after oversleeping because he doesn’t have the heart to leave the bed when you and Kombu-chan are snuggled against his back, and you groan when the alarm rings, blearily pleading just for ten more minutes. That quickly turns into an hour, and he scrambles into the restaurant with tufts of hair sticking up on all sides as if he’s stuck his finger into a power socket. 

“Ah, young love”, Morita and Ishida chorus, never missing an opportunity to clown on their boss. 

He wouldn’t consider himself over the hill yet, but he’s hardly a fresh faced teenager with his first girlfriend, floating on the high of infatuation like he’s just inhaled bubbles of champagne. 

With you, it’s easy, uncomplicated.He likes that you understand his worries, the pressure he faces because you’ve been through it all before. There are always bills to pay, vendors and suppliers to manage, cranky customers who leave unjustified online reviews, snobby food reviewers he has to convince that onigiris are indeed an art form in and of itself. 

“Bad day?” you ask, when he returns home, a storm cloud of gloom trailing behind him. 

Your things have moved themselves into his apartment, your father’s knife carefully sheathed in the kitchen, your clothes shoved into his closet. You’re lounging on the sofa, watching some show about street food in Asia - Singapore this time, some chicken rice hawker who gets a michelin star. Kombu-chan glares at him for daring to interrupt its nap, as if he were an interloper in his own apartment. 

He shrugs, sprawling onto your lap, nuzzling close in a wordless plea for comfort. . 

“Kombu-chan, give ‘Samu a kiss!” you’d say brightly, lifting the cat to his cheek. 

He wrinkles his nose when Kombu-chan begrudgingly gives him a lick with a sandpaper rough tongue. “Why don’t you give me a kiss instead”, he bargains, and when you do, somehow you manage to brighten his bad days with the sweetness of your affection, the sunshine of your smile. 

Why does he love you? 

Because you’re you. You’re the best thing to happen to him. 

Everyone in his life seems to agree. 

The crew loves you. Suzuki-san already took you under her wing when you first started helping out at the restaurant. Miyamura-kun looks up to you. Ishida and Morita tease you for being the boss’s girl until he quells them with a stern look. Murata just nods and says “good job” to him, which he takes as the ultimate stamp of approval. 

Atsumu, of course, approves, even if he’s obnoxious about expressing it, hollering and taking a photo of you to send to the Inarizaki group chat with a thumbs up “mission accomplished” - as if he had any part to play in this entire escapade, which Suna points out wryly .The middle blocker texts him privately later a cryptic message to tell you that you were right (about what, he doesn’t explain even when probed) and to not let a good thing go (well, the less said about Suna’s own marriage, the better). Aran and Gintama send warm congratulations and ask to meet you when the next Inarizaki gathering rolls around, and he can just feel Kita radiating paternal pride all the way in Hyogo. 

Kaiyo actually gets a little misty-eyed when he shyly holds your hand in front of her and Atsumu for the first time. While she doesn’t actually say much to him, she shoots him a look that says plain as day it’s about time, which, to be absolutely honest, he kinda agrees with. 

“I think I finally understand why you took ‘Tsumu back”, he murmurs as you bustle around the kitchen, having commandeered it for yourself so you can utilise the entire Miya clan as your test subjects for the concoctions you’re cooking up.

Kaiyo uses his shoulder as a headrest. “Why’s that?” 

“Cos love makes everyone a little bit crazy.” 

She laughs brightly. “I’m definitely the craziest woman alive then.” 

Atsumu perks up like a puppy. Yeesh. “Awww, baby -” 

He’s gonna lose his appetite. “Stop slobberin’, it’s fuckin’ embarrassing”, he tells his brother, who responds with a kick to his shin. 

Shoma chimes in just before Osamu tries to grab Atsumu in a headlock. “Auntie ‘Chika says since you’re crazy about auntie, you should get married soon, Uncle ‘Samu.”

Osamu glowers. “Auntie ‘Chika should also learn to mind her own damn business -”

“Language”, Kaiyo chimes in with an annoyingly smug grin, gleeful that her friend’s gotten her son to do her dirty work. 

An evil idea strikes Osamu. “Shoma, why don’t you apply Auntie ‘Chika’s advice by asking your Uncle Kita if you can marry Asami-chan. Let’s see what he says.” 

A beat before both Kaiyo and Atsumu goggle at him. 

“Kita’s gonna murder you, you better avoid Hyogo for the next decade -” 

“I guess we may as well plan the wedding -” 

Shoma just blinks at the idiot adults in his life, unperturbed. “Okay”, he says serenely. 

Thankfully, Kaiyo doesn’t push the matter when you’re around because he’s terrified she might scare you away. You’re already so obliging when she adds you into the Miya clan family group chat, instructing the kids to address you as auntie right away. He worries that the speed at which they’re moving frighten you, but you take it in stride. Of course, it helps that the kids know you well (Shoma still remembers your cooking lessons, holding a knife just as you taught him too), and you were always fast friends with Kaiyo (not a great thing in his book, when she insists on dragging you out for girl nights when he really just wants to stay home and cuddle you and Kombu-chan).

“She said she’s always wanted sisters”, you giggle when you come back after one of such get-togethers at Kaiyo’s favourite izakaya, unsurprisingly a little sloshed considering Ichika’s also visiting from Hyogo. 

“Mmhm”, he helps you unzip your dress as you hold your hair up, swaying. “And did you ever wish for sisters for yourself?” 

“I wanted - well, it doesn’t matter what I wanted then, when I have it now. Kinda. Somewhat.” you stab your toothbrush into your nostril and wince, and he decides to take over toothbrushing duties for the night. “I gotsch a fwamily - mmphhh - with you and Kai and ‘Tsum and the kiddos and it’s sho niceeeee  - ”

“A family, huh?” he remarks, tucking you into bed as you nod off to sleep. 

Speaking of family - his mother is over the moon when he brings you to meet her in Hyogo. You’re apprehensive, almost stiff when you bow to her, back almost parallel to the ground. The scars that are etched themselves to bone linger in your mind far more than those on your skin, but your shoulders lower from their place around your ears when his mother asks if you’re hungry, and without waiting for a reply, whips out enough mochi and dango to feed an army along with a thick photo album. 

“Ka-san”, he whines, petulance thickening his accent. “Yer ‘barrassin’ me.”

“You and ‘Tsumu were such cute babies”, his mother replies mistily, ignoring his complaints. But when you gush over those damned photos, he sits back and munches on dango quietly, objecting only when his mother whips out a whole set of photos of him and ‘Tsumu stark naked, paddling through mud like piglets. 

“It’s not my fault the two of you were allergic to clothes as children”, his mother laughs.

He swallows his retort when you flip over yet another photo, one where Tsumu and him clutch their first volleyball trophy, gap toothed and sweaty, exclaiming how cute the both of you were - which fine, he supposes he was a cute kid. Which then makes him wonder if your kids would be cute - they should be, given your genes and his, though if they inherit ‘Tsumu’s personality, that’d be a huge pain in the ass - wait a minute - 

His mother somehow reads his mind, pulling him aside when they’re about to take their leave. 

“You’d make beautiful babies together”, she whispers to him. 

He splutters. “‘Ka-san, you can’t say things like that.”

“Like what?” you ask, his mother’s impertinent statement out of your earshot, thankfully. 

“Nothin’” he says gruffly, ushering you out of his childhood home, ignoring his mother’s entreaties to come visit again soon (he will, but he’s gotta find a way to burn that accursed photo album first). But his mother’s words linger in his mind, a niggling thought that he can’t quite dismiss, perhaps because he does actually like the thought of a kid with your temperament and soft heart.  

But it’s far too early for him to be broaching this topic with you. 

You and he are still figuring out your footing in this journey of life. The industry you both work in is tough - rude customers, dishonest suppliers, rising food prices. Sometimes when you least expect it, the anxiety inherited from your parents boils over. He hates to see you struggle. He doesn’t dare add to it. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asks when he finds you curled up on the couch, Kombu-chan purring on your lap. 

You shake your head. Still, he doesn’t let your stubbornness steal you away from him. 

So he puts on your favourite music, makes you a cup of tea. “C’mon”, he pleads, refusing to take no for an answer until you take his hand, allowing him to twirl you all around the living room, breaking out into the silliest of dance moves until you’ve laughed your worries away. 

“The neighbours are going to think we’re crazy”, you giggle. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am definitely crazy, so they’d be right.” 

“You’re not crazy!”

“Sure I am”, he smirks. “Crazy in love with you.”

You hide your smile, shyly pressing your cold lips to his cheek, but there’s no hiding your heart is no longer frozen because he can hear it flutter against his skin, a bird finally set free. 

Slowly, surely. One step at a time. Forge a way forward, away from fire and ice.

a/n: where nothing much happens, but hope you guys like the fluff :)

[tounacasserole]

random & kind of stupid half asleep, half assed appreciation post cause i wanna spread the love and for some reason sad thoughts in my head but let's ignore that (ft. my sleep deprivation sap, mutuals, ppl iloook up to, shitty puns and wordplay)

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@moonxma ur the moon :o you give me like calm and peaceful moon vibes like a blue moon!! ty for being one of the first who kind of kickstarted my whole commitment to being here and writing content :D

@raysano ray? more like ray of sunshine shdhefj bad pun but i love indirectly interacting with you through games and hope we get to know each other and interact more mwah /p

@appreciatingtokrev appreciatingtokrev? appreciating YOU you beautiful human being :)) i like seeing your little thoughts and whatnot around your blog bc i find them interesting to me in a good way

@mochi-coffee absolute sweetheart ∑(ﾟДﾟ) sweeter than ice cream mochi need i say more? no but seeing you wherever makes my day better for some reason because you give that positive n uplifting vibe. me 🤝 you waka skmps

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@simpywhore seeing your incorrect quotes make me snort in laughter a lot whenever i see them >:D we haven't interacted but i'm sure you're simp(l)y sweet ksjjfkfkskf

@offtaskotaku go follow them rn this is a threat /hj seriously so so underrated pls check out their work and send them requests i'm sure they work hard and they're bery nice :) great sense of humour 2 i like seeing u on my dash. makes me go off task for a bit to scroll through your blog and reread your hcs!!

@kakuchew also a contributor to my waka brainrot jshffkf your headcanons about the black dragons boys are so awesome and i love their shenanigans which makes it easier to envision them in my head!! less chewing on my thoughts and more space to appreciate them and you too :3

@sukunasbabymama your blog title is kk's safeplace and it sure as hell lives up to the name!! i get a homely vibe from you n i like seeing you pop up on my dash :D like my mama's homemade food! you've made me appreciate kakucho and mucho with your contrnt :))

@wwintersun holy crap i look up to you a whole ton!! your works are simply put masterpieces. when i read them it makes me feel fuzzy and warm it's like when the sun melts the winter away ;D i have a lot of your stuff saved in my drafts to reread on a bad day

@bajipaws your tokrev x male reader stuff has at least pawmped 5 more years into my lifespan (i'll take my leVe now). ur doing king shit and i can't wait to see more stuff from you!!!

@kageyahoe your latest work with baji made me Feel all the emotions /pos :] in fact all of your works do and made me love baji even more than i did before >:O i don't have a bad pun for you but honestly considering my punmanship you're lucky jdkfjskf

@shinscig i've interacted with you a grand total of one (1) time but you're so sweet :( i think your chifuyu drabble of painting flowers was one of the first fics i read here which: OOMPF /pos. that's it i can't describe it anymore better than that cause it's almost 3am. your braid train fic with mizo mid is also a big favourite :)! underrated they are

@softbajis You Have Made Me Feel Things but i swear most of it's good and soft besides the angst because it hurts so good hakfjwjfj i like seeing your little blurbs pop up from time to time!!

@tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang I LOVE SEEING YOUR POSTS ABOUT THE MANGA THAT ARE ESPECIALLY SO FUNNY??? they're always a riot and the absolute best. i snorted so hard reading your recent one of the wake me up scene SHEIWKJFWKFJDJ

@koffeekoko your angst. hurts so good. mr sunshine, flowers, and you hurts the best. i am writhing on the floor as i type this (/notsrs) idk if this is weird but seeing your tag "jel loves you!" makes me smile internally :)) your works about insecurities they love also make me really really happy :']

@n0vad your headcanons are so comforting to read,,, they also inspired me to post some of my own too in a similar format (hope you don't mind sjfhe)! i also love that you post for more characters that don't have a ton of content!!

@sunhee-sun your writing is like warm sun after cold rain (i'm a great poet) it's inviting and a guilty pleasure to reread all of your tokrev stuff. bows down to you.

@kakubun my main source of love for bonten. helping hands is one of my favourites and inspired me to make a character based off of that :D your headcanons are also so funny to read and have become a great source of inspo!!

@xuxitheii another whose tokrev x male reader has fed more life into me (°▽°)b i've probably went through your blog at least thrice now reading your works especially since you're one of the first i followed! good shjt right there... your confessing to mitsuya one is my fabourite

thats all i can roll out i think because i dint want to flood everyone's inboxes since your mutuals are doing this too skfjekfjjs ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ happy new year from this touma fish! 🐟 passes out