#not unless it warrants one.

[cozymochi]

Just read up on the asks you've gotten about your Ocs, and know I can't unsee Kalim asking Emilio to use his unique magic to help him find stuff at least once a week.

Can't find his books and Jamil isn't around?

Emilio is though!

Poor student lost their phone and can't find it?

Emilio can!

Did Kalim forget where he put his essay that is half his grade for this semester and is trying not to bother Jamil? Yes.

Emilio, please help me! *puppy dog eyes*

By that point, he should probably start hiding from his dorm leader or charge him every time. Once other students get wind of this, oh boy..... he will definitely need to start charging a fee or just avoid everyone.

(I haven't even begun on the Octo, Trio. Seriously, once Azul knows about his unique magic, he'll write up a contract and try to boost his business and profits)

At least, this is what my brain is thinking, lol! But I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts on this, ( i think this would be a scenario/idea?? 🤷🏽‍♀️))

GOD THAT’S ALL TOO REAL 😭😭 I CANT EVEN COMMENT ITS JUST TOO REAL.

I haven’t gotten into Emilio’s non-NRC life too much, but having someone at Kalim’s status relying on him in any capacity is probably what he wants. That’s an impressive thing to brag about—

FREAKING AZUL 😭 Oh man, It might not seem like much with Emilio using his magic, but if someone like AZUL had it? Now that’s some devious stuff— I mean benevolent stuff where his clients can be more honest with him. …And charge them. Though I can’t imagine what Emilio would want in exchange (Which is something I would love that octo-trio to find out.)

AND I GUESS I’LL BRING IT UP NOW, but his assigned Floyd fish nickname is “Cichlid” cuz he thinks Emilio looks like them.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

I've been replaying Professor Layton and the Curious Village and I had honestly forgotten how fucking funny this game is. None of these villagers are even remotely close to normalcy but Luke and Layton barely comment on it. They get shut off from the outside world and they carry on as if nothing's wrong. They get pursued and almost killed by a Ferris Wheel. Luke has no chill and no mercy and he's here to solve mysteries, not make friends. They don't even get beds in their rooms at the inn. It is hilarious.

[trickstersaint]

hey hi hello! first of all i'd like to say i took your patron saint uquiz and it. Changed my life unironically it's so good. i follow you now because every line in that quiz was a gut punch and i loved it. top tier hurt honestly

my question is this - i am a fanauthor. on the side i also write my own original fiction but i specialize in fanfic. Am I allowed to use your poetry for a reference folder? I wouldn't use your poetry in a fic without explicit permission and without linking back here of course, and I'd never use it for commercial work outside of maybe taking inspiration without copying, but I wanna have a ref folder of Things That Made Me Feel Things about a character. It's not planned to be public as of yet, it's just supposed to be a bunch of screenshots in my drafts, but I'd like to maybe one day make it public once the fic was complete. (I already have your blog linked in my drafts actually, so if it goes public I'm not gonna forget.) I just want to make sure you're comfortable with me using your poetry for fanfic of all things

It's cool if not and have a great day! I still think your poetry is great and evocative and all

hi, anon! you're all good, i prommy. so glad you like the quiz + the poetry, and i would always prefer people come and ask questions if they're uncertain! no trouble at all.

my general stance is that as long as it's clearly credited, i am totally cool with my work being used in personal projects. like you said, i've got a tag for the things that people make! i love to see what people create. if it's for a noncommercial creative project then i would say there's no need to ask beforehand (unless it would make you more comfortable to ask, in which case go ahead and i'll almost certainly say yes <3). my only thing is that if you post it, please tag me in it/send it to me so that i can reblog it here for people to see!

if there are any questions about using my work that anyone has, feel free to ask. i don't think i've got anything particular going on outside of common practice! same way you'd treat, like, a richard siken poem or smth: you wanna credit it so that people can find the source material, and make sure you're not using it for profit unless you have an understanding with that author. i trust you all to be decent about it <3 kiss kiss go out and make your cool little things so that i can be delighted and amazed with them

[hag-lad]

I would cut off my legs and crawl on bloody stumps through a hailstorm if it would bring me closer to The Old Guard sequel.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i feel like a fucking. investigative journalist. im talking to crows and tubblings trying to get all of this shit sorted out in my brain. the gist of it is basically: some things were definitely taken way too far by accident, a shitty immature april fools joke by a teenager left its bubble, said teenager was threatened with doxxing, other tubblings are now being accused of harassment and stalking, more tubblings may be getting doxxed, and i don't know what has happened on the crow side since kami went to sleep so i am a little clueless there rn but the crows appear to be afraid of being stalked and/or harassed as well. this all started because one teenager made an immature and kinda shitty april fools joke by mocking another blog. what the fuck is even happening anymore

[nethhiri]

Oof chapter 51 was heavy af, but your ability to write gore is concerningly amazing 🤨 you don't have actual experience with torturing people do you? 🤔 Can't wait for 52, super excited, please tell me there will be loads of fluff (I mean after the super not fluffy revenge) I feel like I need some aftercare after that omg 😂

Ummmm no but close….. 😅 Observing at the state medical examiner’s office was eye opening to say the least. And I have quite a bit of autopsy experience. (To be perfectly clear though, I absolutely abhor doing them.)

YES THANK FUCK. I mean it’ll be a tinge angsty bc of the trauma but it will be sweet as well.

[jrueships]

hes so corny im gonna thr*w up

[only-man-in-the-sky]

having beef with someone is fine. cutting them off because of it is fine. but recruiting your mutual friends to pick a side and *also* cut them off is fucking stupid and childish

[idiaa-shroxd]

YOUR WRITING IS SO PRETTY I COULD EAT IT. YOU CHARACTERIZE THE CHARACTERS SO WELL TOO!!!

thank you so much!! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ happy you think my writing is very pretty!! and also makes me happy you think my characterization was correct.

when writing for characters always take a bit of extra time to ensure they sound good? thinking about having an actual conversation with them for a minute and what they’d do! ♧ personally a big fan of viginettes since that reveals a lot of a character more than mainstory.

Σ('◉⌓◉’) mini (huge) rant within the tags of the way of my process to understand a character!!

[televinita]

The blessing/curse of the BiblioCommons library system is that yes, it's fun to be able to keep a record of your checkouts (even if you have to do so manually), but also makes it suuuuuuper easy to see at a glance what's been weeded, and that is never good for my heart.

Because I clearly have too much time on my hands today, as of August 2023, here is the list of what's disappeared from my checkouts of Feb. 2020-March 2022 (when I lost my card/switched to using husband's so I wouldn't have to memorize a new number for Libby, and didn't want to clutter his account with my records) (I do have my own card back now, fyi):

listed in no particular order; year given is the edition's publication year, which is often the same as copyright year but sometimes more recent

Fiction

The Map of Lost Memories - Kim Fay (2012) -- was still on my TBR 👿

The Visitors - Simon Sylvester (2015)

The Swiss Affair - Emylia Hall (2014)

The Dragon Book - various (2009) -- collection of short stories; I'm pissed about this one because it includes a Tamora Pierce story about Daine/Numair/Kitten

YA

The Rules - Nancy Holder & Debbie Viguié (2015)

Bitter End - Jennifer Brown (2011)

Lucky T - Kate Brian (2007) -- tbh it was a miracle that one lasted as long as it did and I know it (never did get around to reading it though)

The Traitor Game - B.R. Collins (2008)

Juvenile Books

The Meaning of Maggie - Megan Jean Sovern (2014)

The Forest Has Eyes - Bev Doolittle (1998) -- dammit, coolest picture book

Letters to Seabiscuit (2003)

Nonfiction

Life at Home in the 21st Century: 32 Families Open Their Doors - Jeanne E. Arnold (2012) -- unsurprising because chunky coffee table book, but man it was cool and fun to look at

Cats in the Belfry - Doreen Tovey (2008)

Roses Round the Door - Doreen Tovey (1982 -- or so the record says but I think it was a bit more recent, maybe also a 2000s edition)

Audiobook on CD

Fish in a Tree - Lynda Mullaly Hunt (2015)

Home in Carolina - Sherryl Woods (2010)

DVD

Childhood's End

TAKEAWAY:

So it's actually not as bad as I thought it might be; this represents only 8% of what I checked out in that time period...but we'll see how it compares the longer I track this stuff.

That said, for all the final-weeds I have managed to get lucky with finding, including some books I really loved, I did not see a single one of these on a sale cart / in a library sale**, which is annoying because there are only a few of these that I wouldn't have snapped up. Book fairies! I can't really complain because you do still tip a lot of treasure into my path, but also, COME ON.

[**edit: someone interacted with this post in early 2025 and made me look at it again, so interrupting myself to say that actually, that copy of nonfiction Roses Round the Door DID end up coming home with me in a later library sale. :D and I ended up getting my own copy of The Map of Lost Memories for $3.50 or so on eBay. which i still have not read]

[fideidefenswhore]

they’ve adapted the mea culpa retelling really strangely, textually it was connected to the boleyns and norris (implied, both, but still), and instead they’ve integrated it for the later scenes discussing henry’s dreams of arthur… and given the boleyn execution nightmare to cromwell?

[j00stkl31n]

Seeeee your just too gooddd I wish I knew more people like you baby and I wish there were also more people like you. Your so open minded and just generally so nice it doesn’t feel real you got all good things

You’re gonna make me so cocky stooop X33

I’ve just dealt with too much shit to want to be mean in any capacity ya know?

I’m a very internally angry person at times but I refuse to let my anger out on any person or living thing.

While I wish there were more people like me out there for you I’m glad there’s just me 🤭 makes it more of a fun tease at times lol

But genuinely I really don’t give a shit about what someone’s into (as long as it’s not like genuinely evil shit lmao), what they look like, if you treat me well and enjoy me as a person I’m gonna be like a lost little duck and follow you around so happily 🥰

Like I said I’m a touch and attention starved fucker so I really enjoy talking with y’all and being so open. It’s a really interesting time and I’m loving it! Minus the sadness I dealt with this morning realizing I don’t know anything about any of you 😭 but it’s part of the game lmao

I know at some point one of you has to give in X3 jkjk

Am I Christian? No. Do I still live my life in a way that Jesus would be proud of? Yeah.

Religious trauma baby!

But no seriously the way I was raised was to be as kind as possible without expecting something back. And I really haven’t changed 🤷🏻

If anything all my trauma has just made me more like that. The world has been cruel to me so I’m going to be kind back. There’s no reason to be as angry as the world.

I do hope you find at least someone to befriend that’s like me. Not in a super cocky way but I know I’m nice, and people deserve to be treated nice. You especially 🥰 so I hope even if it’s not me you find someone as kind and understanding 🥰🥰🥰

[marsuni]

ive been having an excellent day, got a very promising interview, saw and had a nice lunch with a friend, got to make a friend on the subway, until I got home, lost my senses (ive been blacking out for no apparent reason, not meds or booze or anything, which I’m not happy about 🥲) and got into it with my mother BUT I actually remember what happened this time so I can talk about it and not rely on witnesses

[northern-passage]

over the last 24 hours Tom Homan has flip-flopped on what exactly is going to happen this upcoming week in the US, but we know he has threatened a “big raid across the country” and Chicago seems to be the first target with leaked plans for tuesday, January 21st, 2025. if you are here and live in a sanctuary city, brace for ICE raids to begin this week. if you're able, you can request or print your own red cards (available in multiple languages) from the Immigrant Legal Resource Center and offer them to people within your community.

if you see ICE, let people know. shout "ICE" and "LA MIGRA." do not open your door for ICE.

You have constitutional rights:

- DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR if an immigration agent is knocking on the door. / NO ABRA LA PUERTA si un agente de inmigración está tocando la puerta. - DO NOT ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS from an immigration agent if they try to talk to you. You have the right to remain silent. / NO CONTESTE NINGUNA PREGUNTA de un agente de inmigración si el trata de hablar con usted. Usted tiene el derecho de mantenerse callado. - DO NOT SIGN ANYTHING without first speaking to a lawyer. You have the right to speak with a lawyer. If you are outside of your home, ask the agent if you are free to leave and if they say yes, leave calmly. / NO FIRME NADA sin antes hablar con un abogado. Usted tiene el derecho de hablar con un abogado. Si usted está afuera de su casa, pregunte al agente si es libre para irse y si dice que sí, váyase con tranquilidad. - GIVE THIS CARD TO THE AGENT. If you are inside of your home, show the card through the window or slide it under the door. / ENTREGUE ESTA TARJETA AL AGENTE. Si usted está dentro de su casa, muestre la tarjeta por la ventana o pásela debajo de la puerta. I do not wish to speak with you, answer your questions, or sign or hand you any documents based on my 5th Amendment rights under the United States Constitution. I do not give you permission to enter my home based on my 4th Amendment rights under the United States Constitution unless you have a warrant to enter, signed by a judge or magistrate with my name on it that you slide under the door. I do not give you permission to search any of my belongings based on my 4th Amendment rights. I choose to exercise my constitutional rights.

What to do if you are detained - National Immigration Law Center

there's also the ICE Detainer FAQ and the ICE Raids Toolkit from Immigrant Defense Project. and you can also get information on DACA, various resources for preparedness, and flyers at united we dream:

this one is Chicago specific but another organization that is helping people prepare:

[retrosabers]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌.

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: the scent of you is driving logan crazy.

contains: mild 18+ content. MINORS DNI. mentions of masturbation (m&f), a steamy little make out, and implications of future smut

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not me trying to capitalize off the hugh jackman renaissance and revive my dead blog…anyways, this is my first time writing for logan! hope you all enjoy <3

i feel like we don’t talk enough about logan’s enhanced sense of smell.

the man can catch a whiff of someone the second they walk into the room, even the building sometimes if their scent is strong enough. it’s especially heightened when he realizes he’s attracted to you. at first he thought maybe it was because you were always wearing perfume, the aroma lingering around the mansion wherever you traveled. but then it became such an intense, all encompassing sensation that he knew it was something deeper.

his suspicions are confirmed one night as he walks past your room. if the faint whimpers he heard weren't enough confirmation of your activities, then the scent that fills his nostrils seals the deal.

you’re touching yourself. and he can smell your arousal.

it makes something stir in his stomach. the animal-like urges he always tries so hard to keep at bay threaten to make their way to the surface the longer he stands frozen in the hallway. logan attempts to shake the heat that spreads across his skin as he makes his way back to his own room, but it only ends with him cumming hard into his hand an hour later.

the next day, when he catches you on your way out of charles’ office, you offer him the same kind, beaming smile you always did. then that damned smell fills his nostrils again and his fists curl at his sides once you’re out of eyesight.

there’s only one explanation for it.

you’re ovulating.

which means there’s no escaping his desires unless you stay out of reach.

so for his sake and yours, he decides to just avoid you completely until the week is over. he can’t risk caving to those urges and doing something stupid and irrational.

of course you’re completely oblivious to it. you think that he’s just being weird, going through another rut of being a standoffish loner like he was when he first arrived at the mansion. because after about a week, he’s back to being a bit friendlier, to being the logan you had grown to call a close friend.

then the cycle seems to repeat itself and you notice it’s just you he’s avoiding.

you try and wrack your brain to think of anything you could’ve done to warrant this kind of isolation. you hoped if something upset logan he would just talk to you about it instead of playing this childish game of hot and cold.

after a couple months, you decide you’ve had enough.

cornering him was a difficult task. but you were observant enough to know certain parts of his routine, including exactly when he would be lingering in the common areas after all the kids had gone to sleep. after two failed attempts of trying to catch him in the kitchen, you finally managed to find him alone and unsuspecting.

“why have you been avoiding me?” you blurt, wanting to cut right to the chase. you’re expecting him to flinch a little bit, perhaps even be stunned.

but he knew you were coming. logan knew it was only a matter of time before you noticed his schtick.

still, he decides to look for an excuse, any excuse, to cover up the real reason.

“m’not avoiding you” he grumbles halfheartedly around the rim of a beer bottle. taking an extra long swig, he finally turns to look at you; leaning against the doorway with your arms folded and a look akin to annoyance plastered across your pretty face.

you cock your head to the side, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

“a few days ago, i watched you back out of a room the minute you realized i was in it,” you start to list off, counting with your fingers. “last month you avoided the wing where the gym was altogether while i was going through a new training regimen.”

logan winces at the memory. the scent of your pheromones was intoxicating. so much so that he couldn’t step foot anywhere near the gym without feeling like he needed to rub one out.

“and the month before that,” you huff out a sad laugh, voice suddenly soft and quiet. “you didn’t even say goodbye before you went off on that mission with scott and jean.”

guilt overtakes him quickly at the pain in your tone.

you’ve never looked smaller as you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” logan reassures, jumping out of his seat at record speed, though still trying to maintain some distance. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“then what is it? you sigh exasperatedly, desperate to put an end to this nagging feeling that’s been eating away at you. “logan, you know if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

and he wants to. he so badly wants to, maybe even see if you’ll offer to help him out. but you’re you. the sweetest, kindest thing he’s ever known and he’ll be damned if he lets his curse of a mutation ruin whatever relationship the two of you have.

but then you’re inching closer and his skin starts buzzing again. his senses are consumed by you. by the way you look up at him with big, wide eyes, the softness of your skin as you reach to place a comforting hand on his forearm. it's all too much, and he finds himself pulling away from you with a grunt.

it hurts to see him retreat from you so aggressively. his jaw is clenched tight, his fists at his sides even tighter as the veins in his arms bulge bigger than you’ve ever seen before. he looks pained. like he’s fighting something internally.

“logan,” you approach him cautiously, unsure of what exactly to do. “what’s going on?”

his eyes squeeze shut at the sound of your voice. “just, please go back to your room.”

“i’m not leaving you like this.”

“m’not asking you,” he grits out, almost like a growl. “i’m telling you. go back to your room.”

now he was starting to piss you off. you narrow your eyes, leaning your hip against the counter.

“or what?”

suddenly he’s crowding your space, chest heaving up and down as he stares at you with pupils so wide his eyes are nearly black. logan’s voice is scarily level when he utters his final warning.

“or i’m gonna do something i regret.”

when you shift closer to him, his nose twitches with a sniff. the raise of your brow doesn’t go unnoticed, and he knows that you’re not leaving this room until you get to the bottom of what he’s been hiding.

that’s when something inside logan decides to throw caution to the wind, just for a minute.

“i can smell you.”

curiosity morphs into confusion at his admission. you shake your head.

“i don’t understand.”

then, the man’s gaze travels to the waistband of your pajama pants, the tension in his jaw growing more taught by the second. his hands flex at his sides, trying to keep him grounded and calm as he finally admits what’s been driving him mad.

“i can smell you.”

the emphasis on the last word takes a minute to register. logan watches as the gears turn behind your eyes, catches the exact moment of realization as your gaze softens and your lips part.

oh.

oh.

slowly things start to piece together. how logan’s behavior seemed to fall around the same time these past couple months. a few weeks before your cycle.

he wasn’t avoiding you because he was angry, or upset. he was avoiding you because you were fucking ovulating.

logan expects you to flee, to be completely weirded out and steer clear of him for the foreseeable future. what he’s not expecting, is the words that come out of your mouth.

“i can help you with that if you want.”

you say it with such nonchalance, such casualness that he wonders if you’re even really grasping what you’ve said.

the wolverine shakes his head. “trust me, you don’t want this.”

he doesn’t quite believe his own words as he watches you close the distance between your bodies. something you’ve been desperate to do for as long as you can remember.

the thin fabric of his tank top and the soft cotton of your t-shirt is the only thing standing between you both. your chests are mere centimeters from touching and logan can feel the heat radiating from your bodies as his confession hangs heavy in the air. then that fucking smell comes back tenfold and he groans.

“you don’t get to make that choice for me,” your voice is sickly sweet, dripping with desire as your fingers ghost over the waistband of his jeans. he feels like a horny teenager as he preens at the barely there contact.

logan breathes your name, a last stitch effort to get you to run, though he knows it’s futile. if there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s that you're stubborn. unmoving in your ways.

and that when you want something, you don’t stop until you get it.

your hand comes up to cradle the side of his face, a rather gentle touch he wasn’t anticipating. his eyes flutter shut as you swipe your thumb over the expanse of his cheekbone.

your words are barely above a whisper. “i trust you, logan. completely.”

that’s all he needs to hear before he throws any sense of self control out the window.

he surges forward and captures your lips in what is possibly the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced. you nearly stumble over at the sheer force of it. logan’s large hands fly to your waist, yours to the back of his neck as his tongue prods for entrance into your mouth. it’s messy, almost primal as you let him ravish you like he’s been thinking about for weeks.

you moan and he swallows the sound greedily, desperate to hear it again, and again, and again. when his lips move to press against the column of your throat, you know this is going to escalate into exactly what you hoped it would.

“logan,” you breathe out as he focuses on your pulse point, his hands wandering further south to knead at the globes of your ass. “not here.”

“why not?” he mutters, all smirky and smug as he continues to press wet hot kisses against your neck.

“because i would prefer if you didn’t fuck me where our friends eat.”

he laughs, a deep vibration felt against your chest as you absentmindedly grind your core against his. it makes him bring his mouth back up to yours, stealing one final kiss before he pulls away.

looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. and by god you might just let him.

pressing a playful smack against your backside, he gently nudges you in the direction of the corridor.

“lead the way sugar.”

thanks for reading! <3

[ode2rin]

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.