#okay enough doll rambling lol

[softgrungeprophet]

need someone to make a Marvel's SM mod that makes Peter's ass bigger

[pwinkprincess]

hii! i see you’re back! hope everything’s okay 🫶 tumblr has been crazy with the links so i understand the break. i was wondering if you could write pussydrunk choso basically a longer version of your safe word fic except reader enjoys it lol thanksss

“i-i need it, baby. fuck i need to cum in this pussy.” choso’s rambling in your ear as he fucks into you. he has already came inside of you twice, but with choso’s stamina and desperacy you know he could go until he’s practically shooting blanks.

“i know, baby. go ahead, ‘s your pussy.” in response to your words, choso lets out a whine. he lowers his lips to yours, the two of you begin a messy make out session. your tongues slide into each other's mouths while you two whine and moan out.

both your arousal and choso’s cum is flowing out of your pussy like a river. both liquids coming out of you create an obscene squelch every time choso smacks his hips against yours. 

“need you on top of me, please.” he’s pulling out of you and flipping you over before you could even give him a solid response. you let out a drawn out gasp when he rubs the tip of his dick against your clit a few times before completely sliding inside of you. the both of you stare at each other’s faces as you moan to each other.

he grabs you by the neck with two hands, it’s not enough to hurt but just enough to hold you in place while rocks his hips up. you can’t do anything but wrap your hands around his wrists, even though it's truly no use since he keeps his hands firm around you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you repeat as you bounce yourself on your boyfriend’s cock. everything feels so good, your mouth opens in an ‘o’ as the tip of his dick brushes against your walls. 

“‘m so fucking sensitive, not gonna last long.” he warns you. his voice has taken a more whiney tole. his eyes have grown more lidded while his pale skin is flushed red.

he lets go of his embrace around your neck, his clingy hands grab onto your breasts for a few seconds. he grabs and pinches them causing high moans to escape from you. his eyes searches for yours as his hands go lower. one hand rests on your hip while the other goes to your clit. you gasp his name from the added sensation.

“chooo!” you pant his name. your back arches deeper, your breasts are directly in his face now. choso can’t stop himself from wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. his eyes shut as he lightly bites down on it. “cumming一ah!” your orgasm sneaks onto you both. you chant his name like a mantra while your pussy clenches around his dick, making a creamy mess on it.

he let’s go of your nipple, a thin line of spit follows and he breaks it. “shit.” he curses. he swiftly wraps his arms around your mid back, he pushes you against his chest. you’re still a bit woozy and can only lay there as he adjusts you like some sort of doll.

he plants his feet down onto the mattress. a series of moans rip from your mouth as he begins pounding up into you. he’s so fast and rough, all you could do is lay your head on his shoulder and take it.

“mngh!” you struggle to say any words and can only make noises. 

the room fills with his pelvis slapping against your ass. his thrusts are almost punishing, you don’t know if you want to scramble away or feed into it.

“gonna cum.” he whines out. his thrusts quickly become sloppy and uneven as he nears his orgasm. he grows more vocal the closer he gets. “pussy’s so fucking good. fuck, shit, ah!” he rambles as he fills your cunt with his thick cum. you can only hum tiredly at him while he fills you up.

the two of you lay still for a minute or two. choso’s breathing heavy under you, your eyes are sleepily fluttering. as you approach falling asleep, you abruptly awoken by choso giving you a soft thrust.

“one more, baby, please?”

[ma-re-zo]

Alas I am alive

“Love in popculture times” - by me lol, this is that one lietpol drawing I was talking about

Zoom in I swear it's not as crunchy as it looks lmao

Ok so, the main reason this drawing even came to being was only because I was listening to this exact same song on repeat for hours and scrolling through Pinterest until I found a reference I liked and therefore decided that I wanted to draw Tolys and Feliks like this. That’s basically it.

Now you COULD put some symbolism in there that ties back into the lyrics and into the AU itself — that I thought of for like 10 seconds and promptly forgot about. The basic premise is the hetalia characters but in a polish high-school setting bc honestly why not. I like to play with characters like dolls lmao.

But yeah, the first few lines of the song talk about an unhappy breakup, and can you guess what I connected that to??? Why of course — the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and how it later fell apart blah blah blah. Tying that into the drawing itself you could interpret that as Feliks and Tolys being together for a while and then breaking up. Later on I think they are in like a constant situationship-ish situation that neither of them can really fully navigate or grasp because what the fuck is going on being a teen in a shitty high school is hard okay. They’re still friends and close tho, obviously.

Ok that’s enough of my insane rambling bye I’m going to bed

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

He's mine.

Pairing: Toji fushiguro x chubby reader

Warnings: Yandere!reader, Attempted murder, Jealousy, Fluff, Ausgt, Fat shaming, Moody Teen, Reader's a little creep, Toji been knowing this, Yandere-ish stuff, implied sex. This ended up being just a little bit over 1k but I couldn't help but get into it, lol. Just give it a shot. Part 1.

Summary: It's been a few years since you had your happy ending with your beloved darling. Your daughter was now a teen and your husband seemed to be never so popular with the ladies. What was a mother and a wife to do?

In times like this, you couldn't believe how fortunate you are, the man you once saw through a cafe window, the man you stalked from afar and who didn't care about your size or your possessive tendencies was your husband. Smiling you took a bite of the freshly steamed rice, watching fondly as your husband and daughter ate the breakfast you put your heart and soul in. Putting down your bowl of rice, you wiped your hands on the strawberry pink apron Toji had gifted you one anniversary, "So, how is it?" You asked.

"You did good, doll." Toji chuckled, a small smirk on his scarred lip, as you practically beamed and giggled with happiness.

"It's okay." Your daughter, Aiko muttered, pushing around and picking at her breakfast. 'Just okay?' You thought, your lips pulling into a frown, "Is it not good enough? Do you want some pickles? You used to love-" Your ramble was cut short as Aiko slammed her chopsticks on the Kotatsu. "it's fine. Mother." She replied coldly, her grip on her wooden utensils, hardening to the point her hand was shaking. For a moment no one said a word, the sudden tension in the room intensified before you spoke up, "Are you sure?" At your words, Aiko stood up from her seat and looked at her father. "May I be excused?" She asked, and Toji waved his hand.

she stormed to her room, not one glance or word to you.

"Let me go and talk to her," Toji said as you both stood up from the Kotatsu. "Why don't you do the dishes and take your mind off this?" He suggested, his hand lingering on the back of your neck before he headed towards Aiko's room. You watched him turn the corner of the hallway with a heavy heart. You tried to do the dishes, really but the irresistible itch to know what was going on was too much to bear and without much hesitation, you quietly crept to your daughter's bedroom. "Why are you so hard on your mother?" Toji's deep, voice became clearer the closer you got, his back facing the door as you peeked inside the small opening. "Why did you marry a clingy, overbearing freak? Why not someone normal Dad?" Aiko replied snarkily, playing with her raven hair irritably as she sat on her bed.

'Clingy', 'Freak', 'overbearing' 'Normal'

Replayed over and over in your head 'Is that want she thinks of me?' you thought, staring down into the soapy water abyss as the clanging of plates, bowls and utensils dulled in the background of your thoughts. Too into your head to flinch as two muscular arms wrapped around your soft belly and from the defined chest against your back, "You know she didn't mean it." Toji squeezed your middle and hooked his chin on your shoulder, you just hummed, mindlessly rinsing off the dishes and putting them aside. "Sure sounded like it." You finally replied after a few seconds, staring aimlessly at the soapy water to which Toji sighed his hand coming to caress your side.

'If normal is what she wants then normal she'll get'

"You mean it, mom?" Aiko asked in disbelief, putting on her coat. "Of course!" You smiled sweetly, "just go have some fun with your friends." You said, ushering your daughter gently out the front door. "Thank you so much!" She grinned, and hugged you, pushing her face in the croak of your neck, her thin arms squeezing your softer body before taking off down the street where her friends waited for her, laughing as they left. It was the first time since she had turned fifteen had she hugged you willingly

swiftly, you whipped out your smartphone, and checked your tracking app, intensely viewing the red, beeping dot moving across your phone. Taking a breath, your well-concealed anxiety slowly melted away.

You inhale sharply, clutching your shirt tightly in your fist as you turn when unexpectedly, someone familiar snickered, "knew it." Toji smirked bigger, leaning against the wall of the doorway, his arms crossed, even in plain old clothes he was the most sexiest man, he just wore a black sweatshirt with grey pajama pants but the way his hair hung to the side and those verdant irises lit up in clear amusement, causing your heart to flutter in awe and love. "Toji fushiguro." You warned, slightly jutting your hip out with one hand on it yet you couldn't take it seriously and neither could your husband by the smile tugging at the corner of your lip. Toji shook his head teasingly, pushed himself off the wall and strode to you. "That ain't normal, doll." He tsked, his arms entrapping you, pulling you against him, plush breasts and soft stomach met firm chest and hard abs before your lips locked together.

The sound of panting echoed throughout your bedroom, the scent of sex still heavy in the air as you both caught your breath. All these years and you still fucked like there was no tomorrow. "Right, I forgot to tell ya somethin'." Toji spoke up, running his fingers through his wet raven hair, shoving it back before looking at you, "My next hit, a rich prick," he rolled his eyes and continued, "will be at a gala-like thing, and I need ya to come as my date." He said and you grinned, you have never been to one of those! "'m gonna go start a bath." He stretched his muscles, getting out of bed and walked to the bathroom as you watched him wander off, and damn he had a great ass.

When Aiko texted you about bringing a friend to dinner, you never would've guessed it would be a boy, who was a bit closer to your little girl thus you still led them to the dinner table, where freshly made, streaming food sat ready to be eaten. As your husband, daughter and her friend converse, you stole glances at him..something felt off about him, his lazed crooked grin, that projected a cocky and ignorant aura.

And the way he looked at Aiko with nothing but lust, not an ounce of fondness. He wasn't worthy to be in your daughter's precious presence, he's the dirty on the boot of her shoes, and an ungrateful, disrespectful fool who didn't deserve to be Aiko's friend. You gripped the knife beside your plate tightly as you stared at him.

"Mom? Hello? " your daughter's voice snapped you from your thoughts. "Oh yes, dear?" You asked sweetly, a smile on your lips as you turned to her while ignoring the look Toji was giving you. "Kaito isn't just my friend..he's my boyfriend." She said shyly with a small smile. Boyfriend? Boyfriend! Rage took over as you heard that word, you couldn't hear the horror-filled scream Aiko let out as you kept across the table, your knife raised in the air but before you could drive the shining blade into Kaito's chest, Toji grabbed your wrist and his body pinned you down as you struggled to get out from under him, "Calm down." Toji whispered in your ear.

"Fucking crazy bitch!" Kaito shouted in fear and stumbling back. Aiko opened her mouth to say something but her 'boyfriend' was already out the door. Aiko turned to you and her (your eye color) eyes were dark and glossy with spiteful, loathing and hateful rage once they landed on you. Her fists balled up, "I hate you! I hate you so much! You ruin my life! Dad shouldn't married such a freak!!" She shrieked, ignoring her father's sound of disapproval as she sent you one more glare before running to her room and slamming the door shut, noises of things being thrown and loud sobbing were all you heard, and tears fell from your eyes.

Toji sighed as he stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, staring at the you-shaped lump under the blanket. It's been a week since Aiko had yelled at you and you had spent most of those days right here. Toji gently scooted you to make room for him, "You know, the gala will be tomorrow and you need to get out." his arm curled around your hips and his head rested on yours, "Come on doll, I want you to be the prettiest girl there don't you?" He questioned, his hand rubbing your stomach. He knew he got you once he saw the small nod when he pulled away to look at you.

Shop your husband was classy and you have never seen such a store in person besides movies and TV shows portrayed. Gorgeous dresses hung on white fancy racks, each dark or light pigment. With the help of toji, you picked a hand of dresses to try on, the first dress you put on was a silk-rusted orange with off-shoulder see-through lace sleeves, you smiled as you gave it one more once over before stepping out of the dressing stall and frowned as you notice a few beautiful women sitting and standing around Toji on the light yellow and white couch. Their clear, sickly sweet voices asked and rambled yet Toji simply paid zero attention to them and smiled as he saw you, leaning forward. One of the women noticed this and followed his gaze to you, scoffing as she saw. "You look gorgeous baby." He grinned, tracing his emerald eyes down your body.

"You got to be joking?" The woman, who first noticed you rolled her faked blue eyes. "she's like so fat and looks like a pig in that dress." A woman with ginger hair, curled her lip as she took you in as the others agreed. You looked down and swallowed a forming lump in your throat, tears blurred your vision as you rushed into the stall. The women's laughter was stopped as they stepped back, and gulped down their fear as Toji turned to them with a cold, murderous look, a dark feeling washed over them and they quick ran off.

"You know that's all shit." He kneeled in front of you after following you into the stall, he looked up at you, trying and failing to get you to look at him as you sat on the built-in bench. "I fuckin' love your body." He licked his lips, you were sexy in the dress, the way it complimented your plump figure, drove him crazy with want. "I love the way ya feel against me. The way you can take me like no other." He purred, getting in between your thighs, you could already feel your cheeks heat up at that sight, "Got the best fuckin' pussy doll." He kissed your neck, his teeth scraping against it, you moaned softly, "Don't want anyone else." He trailed his lips up, planting a few pecks on your cheek and then pulled away to look into your eyes. "Understand?" He asked seriously and hummed satisfied as you nodded.

Your mouth dropped as you took in the sight of the glorious, resemblant castle, nervously you fixed your grown then looped your arm with your husband's and wandered inside. It was recherche, a dome-like shape took the place of a ceiling, painted details, and gold beams lined the ballroom walls. The floor was clear, squeaky-clean, and reflective white tiles, you never felt this poor yet awed in your life.

Straightaway Toji spotted his hit, patting your arm he sent you to get some of the expensive wine while he worked his way to his target. The red wine twinkled in the light, sweeping through the never-growing cracks of the glass, and your eyes darkened as that reacquaintance, rage and possessiveness. Women of all ages flocked to Toji, swooning and giggling like hopeless fools as he just stood there with his hands in his suit pockets, talking to his hit. Even though the fury, you could understand why, he was strikingly handsome in his deep emerald suit and his slick back hair.

Slamming the glasses down on the table, you sauntered to the group of women and took hold of one's arm one who dared to reach out to touch your husband. "Such pretty hands..it would be a shame if they were cut off don't you think?" You smiled creepily at her, playing with her ring finger before she ripped it away with a horrified gasp. The others looked at their friend and your smile and made themselves scarce.

although your little hiccup which Toji was able to play it off seamlessly, the night went exactly to plan. "So fuckin' sexy." Toji groaned against your bruised lips, his free hand groping and kneading your ass. "T-toji." You moaned as he nibbled on your neck "Focus on the road." You whimpered in slight terror as he jerked the car to the far right, barely missing the oncoming car. Once the deed was done, and you had left the crime behind to get discovered, Toji hadn't been able to keep his hands nor lips off you.

You giggled as you stepped through the door of your house, fixing your dishevelled hair and dress, your husband's hands never leaving your body. As you passed your daughter's room, a small sob from within stopped you in your wake. "I got this." You said, not paying attention to the concerned look your husband gave you before walking to your bedroom.

"Aiko." You knocked on the door and waited a few seconds and a tiny weak 'come in' called after. You let out a gasp as you rushed to your beloved daughter where she sat on her bed, crying only louder as you took her in your arms, "what's wrong baby?" you asked softly. "I was a bet mom!" She sobbed, "he dated me to just get ten dollars!" you inhaled sharply at that, calming the flames of anger.

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm so sorry." She let out a stream of apologies, "I'm a terrible daughter." She blubbered, hiding her face in your shoulder. "Do you know why we named you Aiko?" You continued, without letting her Anwar. "Aiko means 'love'. You are the love between me and your father, you were made by that love. No matter what happens I will always love you." You smiled and wiped her tears as she smiled a tiny bit back.

Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all

Taglist; @xxmaddhatter39xx @shrimphutao4ever @pierrotandsam @darkstarlight82 @darkrose0506 @tojishugetiddies @fushiguroshotwife , @blake-has-too-much-energy, @queendessi24, @yune1337

[blixabargelds]

for the wip ask game! star first time please? love your writing!

hiii thank you !! ok so this is a part of ‘superstar’ which is an absolutely huge clegan punk au im writing w my friend (they’re writing john pov i’m writing gale) and when i say huge i mean. we have about 45k of plan alone rn and about 16 actual fics and scenes within fics drafted. it’s huge. it’s my baby it’s taken over my whole life. who knows if we will ever post it kgkjkk but like. i am always accepting any questions on it or will post bits or ramble abt it for hours n days to anyone who will listen it’s so big and so special to me

warning: a very central theme is severe addiction. it gets pretty dark. and then better! but doesn’t hit better for a while lol. it’s written from a place of personal knowledge and is not glamourising addiction (trust me, there’s about 700 disasters in just one arc). this however is the first time gale does heroin and from his pov and uh. it feels famously pretty good at first so. he’s glamourising it for a moment i guess lmfao ~~~~

“Shh,” John soothes. He takes his hand from Gale’s jaw, circling two fingers over the tiny hole he left in the tender crook of Gale’s arm, pressing down just hard enough for him to hiss. It slows his mind a little. His heartbeat calms just a bit. John lifts his arm, brushing his lips to the needle’s mark, speaking softly into Gale’s inner elbow. “You’re okay. Listen. Hear it rush in your ears, doll. That’s heaven calling.”

Gale swallows. He takes a deep breath, and shuts his eyes.

Warmth begins to spread throughout his body; building from his heart outward. He opens his eyes again, looks at John, and suddenly he’s slipping underwater. Something is gradually curling in the base of his spine, making him breathless.

“God,” he whispers.

John grins. “There it is.”

John pulls Gale close and kisses him. Gale opens up wide, letting John slide his tongue into his mouth, and as Gale returns the hot, wet pressure with his own tongue he can feel his limbs growing heavy. He wants to laugh. He moans into John’s mouth. He wants to press further; see what else John can glide into all parts of him. He’s starting to feel dizzy. John pulls back from their kiss and studies his face. He’s smiling. Raw and genuine, like Gale hasn’t seen for weeks.

“Missed you,” Gale says, somewhat nonsensically.

“You’re with me now, baby,” says John. “You made it here to me.”

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of Three]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m in love with a demon. Harley Laroux did not disappoint with this book and I’m so glad there’s two more in this series!

At first Rae bugged the hell out of me because of her stupidity, but then I realized the girl was just trying to survive. As any human would. And at least Leon loved her brattiness. His punishments were… wow.

And the whole Leon giving Rae his metal scene… fucking. swoon!

Dear lord, I loved it.

I loved it all.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* I’m already team demon. I don’t like this pompous Kent guy. Or his children.

* Kent’s son Jeremiah is such a little bitch lol

* What the fuck is waking up that gives a DEMON chills?!

* Oohhhh. Rae found a grimoire of her own 😏

* Who the fuck is this security guard and what just happened..?

* Wait.. Leon is the security guard?! lol. Demon asshole. Okay, it’s fine then.

* “I don’t tell stories for free, doll.” // “Yeah? What’s your price?” // “You, on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.”

* Goddamn. Leon’s bold. I fucking love it 😂

* Aw damn. Leon’s got a hot friend. Another demon? And then Victoria noticed Rae checking out Leon. Not good 😬

* Well hello, Zane. I love you already lmao.

* Oh fuck. That alley scene. Get some, Rae.

* Fuck the Hadleigh’s for wanting Rae dead.

* And he fucking lost the grimoire… Kent fucking lost the book that kept Leon bound to him. Leon’s free!!!

* I have a feeling Everly “donated” the book and that’s how Rae got it when her friend from the library gifted it to her.

* Oh hell. That creepy thing was stalking Rae. And Leon saved her. God, I want a Leon.

* She totally just accidentally summoned a demon 😂 Time to play, Leon.

* “I don’t make idle threats. If you run out of here, then I’m going to hunt you. I’m going to catch you. And when I do- when I do, I’ll make you scream.”

* Well I was gonna stop reading for the night, but Leon just showed his forked tongue. I’m intrigued.

* Aw damn. Of course they’d be cockblocked by an Eld- that creepy as fuck creature that hunts humans.

* Holy shit. The way he ate her out and then fucked her… yeah, she’s totally giving up that soul of hers.

* Aw fuck. Why did Everly steal the grimoire? If she didn’t “donate” it, then how did it end up in the library? And please don’t let her father know she has it.

* Aww. Poor Cheesecake. The Eld snatched the car up and Leon’s totally risking his life for Rae’s cat 😂

* Rae is starting to piss me off. Just listen to the demon!

* Serves you right. You wanna argue, not you gotta squirm through your classes.

* …and now she’s invited him inside to patch up his wounds 😩 Just give him your soul!

* “I was like you once. I think I envy you, to still look at the world with such fascination.” // “You can still. Why not?” // “If you live in the dark long enough, you’ll forget what the light feels like.”

* I knew they were gonna fuck, but goddamn that was… intense lol.

* After everything, this bitch STILL wants to ask the Hadleigh’s for help?! I fucking hope they sacrifice her now. She’s so stupid.

* Now you’re trying to bind him and command him to protect you? Rae, you’re fucking up. I hope Leon makes you pay.

* And punish her he did. Goddamn.

* “I want you. Irrevocably. But I can’t settle for less than all of you. Body and soul, Raelynn. We demons, when we see something we like, we need to possess it. It’s in our nature.”

* Told you, you should have given him your soul. Now he’s gonna leave and the Hadleigh’s are gonna sacrifice your ass.

* Well shit. Everly has the grimoire and has an Archdemon protecting her. This is going to end swell.

* Goddamn. Callum the Archdemon fucked up Leon 😂

* Awww. Everly gave him his sigil back.

* Oh my fucking god. Did you really go to the Hadleigh’s for a party? You’re so goddamn stupid, Rae.

* Of course Jeremiah is gross enough to roofie Rae. I knew this party was just a ploy to get their next sacrifice. Thank god for Zane and “Sam”. And now Leon is here. Yay!

* Fuck. Kent was waiting for them 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Leon pierced her nipples. Why was that so hot 🥵 😂

* Whoa. Kent’s dead? A little anticlimactic, no? But which psycho will have after Rae now? The God has a Kynes, a Hadleigh, and now It just needs a Lawson. Rae is so not in the clear.

* Fucking hate Jeremiah.

* Oh my god 😭 Leon saying goodbye before he takes on the Reaper. I’m not okay. Fuck this.

* Oh my god… no matter that she’s marked for the God, she still carved Leon’s name into her flesh and gave him her soul. HE’S ALIVE!!!

* Omg I’m so happy. They both lived and she gave a big middle finger to that God.

[whumping-valentine]

@augusnippets Day 2: Haircare + Makeup 

Content: Sibling dynamics, extremely dramatic femboy drama prince, well-meaning yet disapproving family, moth racism yes moth racism also a bit of accidental infantalization.

Characters used: Valentina, Giovanni, and Arianna

I talk a lot about Val's sister, Ludovica, in the upcoming story I'll be doing here, but I never really talk about the other two. So let's do something quick with Gio and Ari. Well, mostly Giovanni. Beware, he is the most dramatic character ever. I have a love-hate relationship with him lol

Also if you think the dialogue is weird it's supposed to be like that. The royal heirfi just talk like this. Also I think I should say that these characters are royals as well as lesser gods, and an "heirfix" is a butterfly-like (or moth-like) creature that I came up with. I'll have art of these guys soon so you can see what they look like. There's a crap ton of lore but that's for the actual story to tackle.

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“OH, SWEET SAVIOR OF LIGHT.” Giovanni cursed from his exasperated stress. “This is the worst thing to ever happen! Nothing has ever been or ever will be a travesty such as this!”

Arianna pinched the bridge of her nose, “Gio… it is not that large of a problem.”

Giovanni gasped in horror, “What kind of sister are you?! What am I supposed to do without it?! It is missing! Missing, Arianna! It is missing and I shall never be graced by the beauty of it for the rest of time itself! What is a royal without their crown?! I AM THE GOD OF BEAUTY!! WHAT AM I WITHOUT THE BEAUTY?!”

"Okay..." Arianna questioned how to approach the situation, "I understand that you are the god of beauty, and as such, want to be beautiful. However, it is important to find a balance in life, is it not? As the god of music, I do not cry when one of my instruments gets damaged, nor do I think of myself as lesser if my voice is not up to standard some days."

"You do not understand!"

"I understand perfectly. You see, Giovanni, what you need to do is learn to let go. It is okay to not always be up to what is expected of you, and you most certainly will not be taken any less seriously if anyone sees you without your crown. It is not the lavish gold which sits on our brow that makes us special, it is merely a cosmetic."

"Again, you do not understand! Cosmetics are my entire thing!"

A meek knock came from the door. Their sister, Valentina, entered, “Hey, um, Gio, did you misplace your crown?” She asked, presenting it up to him.

Giovanni squealed in delight, "OH MY SWEET LITTLE SISTER, YOU HAVE SAVED MY LIFE!"

"I- I am older than you..."

Giovanni ignored her, rushing to a vanity mirror to admire his restored reflection, fanning his tears with two of his arms. "Oh, Valentina, what is it that I can do to repay you?"

"Oh, well, I have just found it sitting around. It was not any trouble at all, there is no need to repay the deed."

"Nonsense!" He said, "You have mentioned early this day that you have plans, no? Let me doll you up! Who better than the god of beauty?"

"Oh, no, it is quite alright. Rosa is not one to care much for looks."

"Oh, yes, the moth."

"Yeah, my fiancée?"

“Yes, that. DARLING! Let me help you.” He said moving the subject along, “At least one of my sisters cares enough to help me!”

"Yes, yes, I can see when my advice is not wanted." Arianna said. "Have fun with him, he is your problem now." She said to Valentina, exiting the room while giving her a pat on the head like she was a child.

Valentina let her brother ramble and talk while he did her makeup. It was something he did often for their many family members. He was the organizer, the decorator, and the one with an eye for details. Though that fact is probably due to his incredible eyesight. Every god gets a power, and his was his amazing eye.

"Annnnnnd, done!" He said, and handed Valentina a heart-shaped mirror to see.

"It looks great, Giovanni."

"Of course it does, I am an expert." He said, and directed her to sit elsewhere so he could tackle her hair.

While Giovanni combed through her long hair, she stared down at the red and white checkerboard floors. She fidgeted with the ring on her finger, and kicked her tiny legs. She felt so stuck.

She had known Rosa since they were kids, and now they were engaged, yet she knew not one of her family members approved. Rosa was a moth heirfix, and the only one who had ever lived with the butterflies. Valentina loved her family, but she also loved Rosa. And her mother was the one who invented marriage! They probably think she's some kind of disgrace... and that's not even mentioning how everyone clearly still views her as a kid despite how much they insist otherwise. It isn't her fault she hasn't metamorphosed yet...

She shook the thoughts from her head. After this she will go and see Rosa, and it will all be okay. She smiled as she thought of her, closing her eyes as the brushed breezed through her hair.

Everything will be alright.

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Narrator: Everything was not, in fact, alright.

[obsessivelyloved]

Can I request more from Tord’s play lol? I can’t get enough of it!

Maybe you could do a scene where Edd peeks into his parent’s room and sees Tord his dad, very much not looking like himself anymore and looking eerily similar to the doll, talking to himself. Maybe then Edd realizes what is so wrong with his dad and why his mom is gone…

Edd shivered as he grasped the cold doorknob. It was late, but he faintly heard his dad’s voice through the door. Ever since he lost his doll, he couldn’t sleep. Not because he was scared. No, if anything he should have been able to sleep easier now that he didn’t feel like he was constantly being watched.

He felt too worried about his mom to sleep.

It’s been a week since he last saw her. She hasn’t called. No texts. Her car was still parked in front of the house. Even worse, his dad didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

When Edd was able to finally close his eyes at night, he’d wake in a panic, his stress seeping into his dreams.

After school today, he burst into tears in his dad’s car. Every Friday, his mom would pick him up from school and they’d get pizza and sit at the park. He had stood outside his school’s bus stop, hopeful, only to see his dad’s car.

His dad took him to get pizza and forced him to say which park but it wasn’t the same. Although it wasn’t like his dad to forget which park mom would take him to.

Something was wrong with his dad. He “forgot” lots of things, changed his routines, and was just… Different. He didn’t yell at Edd for drawing for a little bit before doing his chores. He didn’t force Edd to eat things he knew he didn’t like. He never threatened to take his things away for being too quiet.

He was too nice. But standing at his parents door, he was too scared to sleep. Maybe since his dad was acting so weird, he wouldn’t get mad at Edd for entering his room after having a nightmare. He seemed to still be wide awake.

Slowly, Edd turned the doorknob. He made no noise as he entered. It wouldn’t do to push his luck, to upset his father.

“I’m going to get rid of you,” his dad hisses, his tone low and mean.

Edd stopped in his tracks. Tears pricked his eyes as he thought, Maybe tonight he will yell at me. His next thought was, Who is dad talking to?

It couldn’t be his mom.

“He’s mine, you rotten worm. He’s mine and I don’t share.”

Slowly, Edd inched forward. Inch by inch he crossed the wooden floor, intent on peeking past the little corner to see his parents bed.

Just a few steps and-

creeeaaak

Edd heard a box slam against the floor. He quickly took a few steps forward to see his dad standing wild eyed in front of his bed.

“Edd!” he exclaimed. An accent followed his words. “It’s past your bedtime, isn’t it?”

Edd could only stare wide eyed back at his father. Or, who he assumed was his dad. His dad’s hair was lighter. His eyes too, almost a gray instead of the brown they normally are. And his face…. He looked eerily similar to his lost doll.

“I had a nightmare,” Edd said in a small voice. He took a step back. “B-but it’s okay, I didn’t come to bother you!”

His dad rushed forward, pulling him into his arms.

“Nonsense, pumpkin. Let’s have some hot chocolate, and you can tell me about it.”

Edd stood stiff as a board, his heart hammering as he listened to his dad ramble. The accent was clearer. His dad didn’t have an accent.

“Where’s mom?”

The arms tightened around him.

“You have me, you don’t need her.”

Edd screamed and shoved the stranger away. This wasn’t his father. This wasn’t his father.

He raced out of the room back to his own. He locked his door, shoved his nightstand on its side to block his door, and hid under his bed.

As the strangers angry shouts and slams against the door, Edd sobbed and wished his mom was safe.

[laceratedlamiaceae]

Okay, I spent a few days offline, touched some grass, talked to people IRL, rewatched Everything Everywhere All At Once and some old Contrapoints videos to get some perspective, and I was able to emotionally distance myself from the show enough to rewatch it. Long rambly thoughts below:

I tried going in with the intention of feeling sympathetic for Ed. Needless to say that didn't happen, but I was able to watch his scenes without literally feeling like I was going to throw up, so that's progress I guess. I understand what they're going for with him, but I'm fundamentally uninterested in stories centering the feelings of abusive men over those of their victims. That was obviously how things were going to go, seeing as he's one of the two main characters, and I should have braced myself more for that going into it, but I didn't and as a result I kind of lost it.

I have some hope that they're not just going to have him be forgiven immediately (or at all, honestly) at the end of the season--that would be fine in another show, but not in this one after the direction they've already taken it--but to be honest I've completely lost all my respect for the writers of this show and the story they're trying to tell. In the abstract sense I can get the appeal of the message that even people at their lowest are capable of healing and are worthy of love and care, but the specifics of how it's being handled in this show don't work for me.

Taking a step back from the fandom has also helped me realize that engaging so much with it wasn't good for me; even with every possible variant of "edward teach" added to my filtered tags, I kept seeing posts sympathizing with him and I just don't want to see that--I think a lot of my over-the-top hatred is just a reaction to seeing so much over-the-top love for him; watching the show with some distance from all of that, I was able to just be vaguely annoyed and disinterested by Ed instead of, again, feeling literally sick (seriously. when I first watched the episodes I actually felt queasy at all the bits trying to cultivate sympathy for him). It was kind of a bummer to add "ofmd" to my filters, and I'm sure I've missed out on some cool posts, but overall it's been really good for me. I'm still going to be posting about Izzy and all the other characters I love, but I'm going to do my best to avoid other people's posts.

I think in general I just need to take a different perspective to this show. Instead of seeing it as a great show that I'm a fan of, even if there are some elements I dislike, I'm going to try looking at it like a set of dolls where I can play with the ones I like (which is most of them) and throw everything I don't like (Ed) in the trash. I'm also going to try not spending like 10 hours a day making gifs and scrolling through tumblr, I feel like that might help lol

[silvermoonshipping-is-love]

So what’s gaming pastas favorite food, aesthetic fashion style be like?

Now before I answer I wanna get a few things clear:

I don't know much about fashion or aesthetics, I will use what I know to explain as well as what I believe fits the most-

I will not do every Gamingpasta, because otherwise I may lose my mind, I'll just use the “Big 8” for now.

I don't want these to overshadow what this blog is for, aka my self-indulgent need to show my creations due to my ships and AUs. But obviously this doesn't mean I dislike answering Gamingpastas related questions or ramble about my made up “lore” or headcanons. Just be aware that this blog is for many things, mainly self-indulgence. It's more I don't want you to get disappointed due to believing this blog is promising smth different.

Okay, enough of that, let's go ahead.

Ben: Honestly, given his years long imprisonment and abuse, the act of someone making food for him, especially sweets or something warm mean more to him than a favorite food in general. Tho if he had to pinpoint, prolly like doughnuts, pudding and chocolate. He also used to be weary of meat dishes when he still lived in the mansion due to EJ and Liu mainly looking after him, even though EJ of course never fed them human meat. His fashion style is honestly whatever he wants to wear, casual, emo, crazy 90s, even crossdressing. In fact he has a whole closet with clothes he wanted to get cause he simply liked them but never wears, he prefers stealing from Silver or alike lol. But if he had a specific style I guess Scene fits him quite well. The mix of punk or emo with many colours like the 90s, just noice.

Silver: I headcanon him to be a pescatarian , aka he doesn't eat meat, but still eats fish. He likes nearly everything that warms one up or is well cooked, as he enjoys cooking himself (Don't ask why I have that hc I just do). A food coming to his mind quickly is muffins or ramen. He also loves hot drinks, like coco, tea or coffee. He prolly prefers baggy, comfortable casual clothing, not really a whole aesthetic, tho I can see him pull of most alternative styles.

Steven: He likes to share, as he's what most would call a bro or buddy type. Some also like calling him the mom friend despite not seeming like it at first. So he is basic and likes pizza, nearly all variants. I guess his style is similar to Silver, though he doesn't mind if the casual clothes aren't as baggy, big, comfortable. He also likes them being a tad more sporty, in order to walk and move around better.

Glitchy: Glitchy is full vegetarian. There isn't really much to add here, he does like curry. Especially those formed to look like Pikachu. His style is pretty similar to Steven, tho he can prolly pull of like academia vibe if he were to feel like it, but prefers more casual or sporty clothing, once again to move around better.

Sonic.Exe: I'll be easy and basic. He likes hot dogs, especially chili dogs and very sporty clothing.

Tails Doll: Doll never bothered much with interests, due to insecurities as he is a doll and was abandoned. But he is often seen drinking like tea and coffee. Perhaps someday he'll allow himself to fully try out life and try things to find a favourite food. As for clothing, I think whatever fits best at the moment, tho he is very interested in steampunk. Lots of gears, perfect for mechanics, suits and like to still look fancy, nice fall colours, it seems made for him.

Dark: Don't tell anyone, but Dark secretly really likes candy, especially the Japanese star candy. He used to often bring it to Ben and would eat some by pretending to only do it, so Ben won't eat all as that's unhealthy for a growing boy. He also likes most meat dishes. Fashion style is definitely goth. Black always, lol. Except for the rainbow friendship bracelets Ben gave him.

Brine: Also pretty basic, he likes meat dishes, mainly steak and very casual clothing. Never really cared to find out his style of choice.

Oof, I hope you're satisfied, anon. Plz let me know via some love ^^

[my-plastic-life]

Happy Turtle Tuesday! And happy 35th anniversary to my favorite super heroes, the Ninja Turtles! Not all super heroes wear capes. :D

I originally thought the cartoon debuted on Dec. 28, but apparently I was mistaken and it actually debuted the week of Dec. 14, 1987. But either way, the animated series based on the 1984 comic is now 35 years old! It debuted the same year I was born, and I watched the series starting in preschool and have been a die-hard fan ever since.

Fun fact: The cartoon was only made because of the action figures. Playmates Toys didn't want to produce the action figures based on the comics unless there was a matching, successful cartoon to go with them. So the series debuted in a five-episode run, was an immediate hit, and the figures were produced.

To commemorate the anniversary of the cartoon, I went all out. :D I love these Neca action figures - you can swap their faces (eyes AND mouths) and hands for a variety of story-telling poses. And, because it's me, I had to have a doll to go with them! I don't have the Neca April, but she's on TV, so she's busy. lol The doll I needed had to be 1/12 scale instead of my usual 1/6 scale due to the size of the turtles. I love Azone dolls, and they make 1/12 scale dolls - including a series with interchangeable faces, just like the turtles! And I found one that closely resembles me, so I jumped on it! And all those dolls also have interchangeable hands. Yes!!! And it’s also perfect that she’s an anime-style doll because there is a lot of Japanese content in TMNT. Ninjitsu originated in Japan, Master Splinter was originally from Japan, and there are several episodes focused on Japanese lore and legends.

Okay, enough rambling. Enjoy the pictures!!! First up is a pizza party!

Mikey is offering some pizza:

Master Splinter has joined in, but he doesn’t like pizza, so there is sushi for him!

“My sons, it’s customary to provide a variety of options for guests. You’ve only offered her pizza.”

Mikey: “I know, it’s awesome!”

Teeny Me: “It’s okay, sensei. I can eat both, or either!”

After the meal, it’s time for some meditation with Master Splinter!

Next up: Ninjitsu lessons!

Going for a ride on the Cheapskate with Mikey:

Why yes, we do have a favorite turtle. And he’s loving the attention!

And there you have it! A huge thank you to Made1979Customs on Etsy for the awesome sewer lair and props! I considered making my own, but I was too lazy lol and I’d been eyeing this diorama for a while and finally decided to take the plunge. It was well worth it! Nothing I made could have compared!

[wollfling]

Some of my bjds are genuinely comforting to have around, and just fill me with so much joy when I see them.. and I noticed while working with mildred these past 2 days that I really feel connection to some of my dolls and not as much with my others.. and since I've been wanting to put the heads I got for mitya/teo on some bodies I've been thinking of selling some doll stuff but I also just can't decide...! Maybe I should just store some heads away and save up. But I tend to "hoard" stuff and I should make some room ;_; hrm.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hi you really don’t have to do this…… anyway I’ve been told I act like near from death note so could you do a mha x child male reader where the reader acts like near from death note like he pulls out toys in the middle of class stacks cups at lunch and is very quiet and stuff oh yeah could you make it class 1-A + Aizawa maybe other teachers in there too sorry if it’s too specific

Ofc! I haven't gotten that far into death note yet so I had to watch a Near compilation on YouTube, so I hope I got a good enough grasp of him in that time lol

Also I'm describing you as antisocial rather than shy, because near didn't strike me as the shy stuttering pushover type, and seemed just withdrawn or disinterested, and I also high-key headcanon izuku may have ADHD. I will not elaborate <3.

Masterlist<3

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

It draws a few sets of eyes every time you pull out a pack of tarot cards or dice to play with in the middle of class, but noone really got distracted as long as you were quiet enough. Though, a few times you've knocked over a power ranger or transformer doll while taking notes and drawn the classes attention.

During break on your second week of school, you find yourself approached by the 'bakusquad'. Kirishima introduces himself politely and mina stares in awe at your tarot collection, but Bakugou looks livid.

He doesn't expect you to meet his glare directly with an unamused stare, and he's a second away from lunging at you and taking it as a challenge before Kaminari and Kirishima simultaneously bonk him in the head.

"Dude you don't even know him, give him a chance!"

You can't stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at the statement, figuring that these two must be the perfect balance for Bakugou's... Overbearing personality.

The next thing that catches your attention is the green haired boy that joins into the conversation, quietly asking you a question with a cute tilt of his head. "Have you maybe got ADHD? I've just seen a few of the signs on you- It's perfectly okay if you do! You won't be looked at differently!"

You already like this one, he's so precious.

Your eyes look straight into his as he studies you, and it's very intriguing to watch the gears turn in his head while he figures you out like some sort of puzzle. You could definitely get along with him. "No, I don't believe so."

He seems a little surprised by your words, but then again, you very well may have ADHD. You were never allowed to get tested for it, because your parents refused. Without a diagnosis, they can pretend there's nothing "wrong" with you.

He studies your eyes, figuring that you may have an irregular sleep schedule from the dark circles under your eyes, and that your eyes seem to be very sensitive to light because of how wide your pupils are. It's almost unnerving, to be honest. Your eyes look almost fully black.

Over the next few days you're scolded a few times by Aizawa Sensei for being too loud when knocking over your dice or your robots, but he never once asked you to put them away. All he asked in return was for you to be a little more active in the lessons.

"You get to keep your toys as long as you answer questions and participate a little more. Does that sound fair?" You nodded, slowly backing away to walk back to your desk and wait for break to finish, but from then on, you start drawing attention to yourself.

At first the attention is unwanted, and as you sit Criss cross applesauce on your chair, playing with your tarot cards, Izuku comes to sit next to you, starting to ramble about a random hero that you don't know anything about. He's very easy to get used to, however, and you quickly become what some would call friends.

Everyone's a little creeped out by your social awkwardness, and the fact that you never seem to talk, until they start to include you more, and you're forced to make new friends.

That doesn't mean you don't have trouble opening up though, and during lunch you sit in silence with your new friends as they chatter and smile at you, stacking cups that Izuku gave you to help you focus on something other than the amount classmates you have crowding you.

It takes a few more months for even Izuku to pry anything even remotely emotional from you, and even then it only shows in the waver of your voice, but he's proud nonetheless.

He would escort you around school because he didn't want you to be alone, and after a while your newfound closeness with Izuku branches out as mina comes to join the two of you.

She gives you an absolutely radiant smile as she grabs your hand, izuku taking hold of your other side for them to both drag you away to some part of the school you're not familiar with. The warmth of their hands in yours leaves you in shock, though, and your mind blanks a little when you feel the greenette squeeze it reassuringly, a tiny, pale blush creeping into your cheeks. This feeling, it was something you wanted to feel every day. It's so warm and comforting.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

For You, I Would Ruin Myself | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! This is a very self-serving fic lol. This is, indeed, something I do! Because of all of the shitty relationships I’ve been in! But of course I don’t have a person to be nice to me about it lol.

Warnings: talk of sex, shitty exes, stressful work environment

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Bucky didn’t like how you slumped against the front door. He didn’t like the vacancy in your eyes or the downtrodden look on your face. “Hey, baby. Long day?” He joined you by the door and welcomed you into his arms. He smoothed a hand through your fallen curls, let his lips rest against your forehead. For nearly two weeks, you’d come home like this. Exhausted. Depleted. Bucky hated it. He hated your boss and your company and all of your clients.

Your head fell into his shoulder, and you nodded against his shirt. It was all you could muster. You just wanted a moment. A moment of calm and quiet and peace. Bucky gave you all the time you needed. He left kisses against your hair and gently slipped your bag from your shoulder. He was always so patient with you, so understanding. 

“I haaate my job,” you groaned. “My department head is a fucking idiot and I swear the manager wants to stick her hand up my ass so she can use me as a puppet”.

Bucky stifled his loud guffaw. Even half-dead, you were still the funniest person he’d ever met. “I’m sorry, sweets. Is there an end in sight to this nightmare or…?”

You lifted your head from his shoulder and groaned again. You seemed groan a lot these days. “Not yet. We’re just supposed to ‘keep on truckin’ until we get word from corporate”.

Bucky frowned, “But you’ve been going in early and coming home late.”

“I know. I’m so tired that I wanna die.”

Dark circles shadowed your under-eyes. Bloody cracks dug into your cuticles. The stress wanted to pick you apart piece by piece until nothing remained. But what bothered you most wasn’t the deadlines or the endless emails. It was your severe lack of time with Bucky.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately, Buck. I feel terrible. I know you’re-”

Bucky brought his hands to your cheeks, silencing you. He felt the weight of your head resting against his palms, like your neck decided to take a long-needed break. “Don’t apologize, doll. I understand, okay? I just don’t like seeing you so exhausted. Seems to me like they’re taking advantage of you.”

You nodded. Unfortunately, your company’s bottom line didn’t look good. And the way they stripped money and resources from every department seemed almost criminal. They’d overwork and underpay every member on staff if it meant happy shareholders. And one of those overworked, underpaid employees was you. “If I can just hang on,” you sighed. “If I can just make it through this rough patch and impress the CFO, they’ll promote me- my project manager is sure of it. Things just suck right now.”

Bucky didn’t like the way they treated you. He didn’t like the long hours or the way they expected you to do the work of two- or three- people for the salary of one. He watched as this job slowly drained the life out of you. Each time you returned home, your light was a bit dimmer. And it took even more effort to help you shine again. 

“But I’m gonna stop complaining now,” you said. A manufactured smile replaced your frown, “Tell me about your day, babe.”

Bucky shrugged. “Nothing exciting to report. Long briefing at the compound this morning. Meeting with Hill. Errands. Some laundry. Read over some intel Fury sent my way.” He dotted a kiss to your nose, “And I want you to complain as much as your little heart desires”.

You shrugged. Surely, Bucky didn’t wanna hear you ramble on about trailing averages. And you weren’t about to bore him with work-talk. “I’m good for now”, you shot him a wink. You decided instead to let your gripes scream inside your head. Bucky had been tortured enough, you wouldn’t bore him with statistical analysis.

“Okay, then how about we order some food and you can change into some comfy clothes? We have a new episode of Temptation Island to watch. Sound good?”

“Sounds great”, you said through a yawn.

“Then let’s pick a restaurant and get you some dinner. What do you wanna eat?”

Bucky watched your switch flip in real time. Your posture changed, your eyes brightened. A devilish grin stretched across your face. “I think you know what I wanna eat…”

Bucky eyed you, “um… pasta and garlic knots from Italiano’s?”

Oh, Bucky. So sweet. So innocent.

“No, babe-”, you sighed. “You.” One finger traced lazily across his bottom lip before trailing down his neck and hooking into the collar of his shirt. 

Bucky shook his head and gave you a chuckle. How you’d gone from downtrodden, overworked employee to sultry seductress baffled him. “Doll, what am I gonna do with you?”

“You could fuck me.” 

Bucky cocked his head to the side, “Am I crazy? Weren’t you just talking about how exhausted you are?”

You shrugged, “I mean, yeah. I’m exhausted, but I also wanna fuck you. Two things can be true at the same time, Barnes.”

This was just like you. Bucky loved your hunger for him, your needy lust. He found you nearly insatiable twenty four-seven, and loved every moment of it. You always wanted him. Always needed him desperately in bed. Or the shower. Or on the floor when the bedroom was too far away. You’d sent countless nudes that made missions more bearable. And the paragraph long texts in which you described everything you wanted him to do to you always made his cheeks flush. How your sex drive kept up with his was still a mystery. But he wasn’t complaining.

“Okay,” he laughed, “well let’s put food at priority number one, doll” 

“But wouldn’t you rather eat something else, Buck?”

He brought his hands to either side of your face and narrowed his eyes at you, “I just heard your stomach growl. And you just said that you’re so tired you wanna die.” He swept a thumb over your cheek and grew serious. “Let yourself rest tonight, okay? Let’s eat and relax and go to bed early.”

He expected it- but still laughed at your over-dramatic wink. “No, not like that. We’ll go to sleep early. You need it.”

He sent you to the bedroom with strict instructions to put on pajamas, “I mean, actual pajamas!” he called after you. “No lingerie!” Bucky couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth- no lingerie? He’d never imagined saying that to you. But he could keep it in his pants for a night or two if it meant that you got some much needed rest. He kissed you goodbye each morning at five and welcomed you home every night around eight- it was too much. Too much overtime, too many hours spent getting yelled at by your boss. And not nearly enough rest or time for yourself. 

“Alright, does this pass your ‘real pajamas’ test?” You did a quick spin for Bucky, revealing your outfit for the rest of the night: one of his shirts and a pair of cute underwear. “We both know I usually sleep naked soooo I feel like this is more than appropriate for ‘pajamas’.”

Bucky covered his face and granted you a nod. He didn’t want to make you feel weird or possibly spark some sort of self-consciousness in you, but the question gathering at the tip of his tongue had plagued him for months. He’d batted it away time and time again, banishing it to the back of his mind. But it returned, and he wanted an answer.

“Can I ask…” he cleared his throat. “Are you satisfied with- do we have enough sex? Am I giving you what you need?” He cringed. It was so awkward. So clunky. He truly couldn’t believe how clumsy his words were. But it was important.

Alarm shot through you. “Absolutely, Buck,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Our sex life is perfect- you’reperfect.”

You made your way to the couch and leaned against the back. There was something in the look you wore. Embarrassment? Dejection? Bucky wasn’t sure. But he knew it was his fault. And it wasn’t good. Before he could apologize, however, you mumbled something nearly unintelligible.

“I’m doing it again…” you muttered to yourself with a shake of your head. 

Bucky recognized your look: shame.

He didn’t want to ask- rather, he did want to ask. But didn’t know if he should. Something about the way you walked away, the way you mumbled under your breath. It almost seemed like you tried to find privacy without leaving the room. Like leaning against the couch while your shoulders curled in on you somehow protected you. 

“Are you sure? I only ask because you, um, you make a lot of those little jokes and innuendos and I… I wanna make sure you’re not trying to drop me a hint.” Bucky took a cautious step toward you. And then another. Until his feet rested only millimeters from yours. 

You rolled your eyes- but not at him. “I’m fine- sorry, babe. This has nothing to do with you. It’s just…” you sighed. A fire raged beneath your words that burned only you. “It’s this thing I do. This really annoying thing. Well, annoying to me”. You laughed a dark, broken laugh. Something was off.

Bucky decided not to poke or pry. He simply took the spot next to you want waited. If you wanted to elaborate, he’d listen. And if you didn’t, he’d be there just in case. But something sinister floated around in your mind. He could see it rippling. And he wanted to be there for you when it breached the surface.

“All of this sexual humor? All of the nudes I send and my near constant attempts to jump your bones? That’s what you’re referring to, right?” 

He nodded.  

Another eye roll. You couldn’t believe it was happening again. Well, you could believe it- you just wished it wasn’t true. How many times had you been through this? How many years did you work on trying to eliminate your stupid habit? You didn’t care if your therapist called it a “coping mechanism”- it made you cringe, and you hated yourself for doing it.

“It’s a stupid holdover from my ex- well, my most of my exes.”

Bucky wasn’t quite following. He stared at you with an unsure look and about a million questions rattling around in his head. But he didn’t know what to ask first. You were clearly upset, clearly troubled by whatever happened in those past relationships with shitty men who didn’t deserve you. And he didn’t want to upset you further. 

Bucky was in the dark. He saw no issue, had no problem with your suggestive sense of humor. And he didn’t quite understand why you’d be so upset about whatever little habit you carried with you- especially when work was slowly devouring your soul. He saw the evidence of your hellish schedule written all over your face. He saw the way you had to practically drag your body out of bed each morning, the way you pounded coffees and energy drinks just to get through the day. Why was this the moment in which your insecurity caught up with you?

“I’m sorry, doll. I think I’m confused,” he said. “I’m not really sure what’s going on.”

“I’ve never dated anyone who made me feel loved,” you blurted out. “Except for you.”

Bucky still wasn’t sure where this was going, but he knew he hated your exes.

“No one I dated in the past cared for me or prioritized me. None of them ever made me feel secure- I was never quite sure where I stood, you know? Their affections were always so hit or miss. Like, they’d give me a ton of love and attention for a few days, and then spend weeks treating me like I didn’t matter.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say or how to fix whatever damage your past relationships did to you. But he knew you were tired- mentally and physically. And so he did the only thing he could think of- he picked you up and set you down on the cozy couch cushions. He ordered dinner. He got you a tea. And he let you talk.

“I always felt unsure, you know? I didn’t know how any of these guys actually felt about me. Or if they even felt anything for me at all. One guy actually kept me a secret from everyone in his life- he wouldn’t even talk to me in public…”

A concoction of heartbreak and rage flooded Bucky’s consciousness. How could anyone treat you that way?

“Anyway, there was one thing I knew they’d respond positively to- one thing they wouldn’t ignore.” You dropped your gaze down to your mug, too embarrassed to look Bucky in the eye. “When I felt them slipping or noticed their affection for me dwindling, I knew I could use sex to renew their interest in me.” 

The living room sat silent. Bucky stared at you, and you stared at your tea. You watched the tendrils of steam wafting off the surface and into the air as though it were your job. If you didn’t look at Bucky, if you kept your focus elsewhere, maybe he wouldn’t notice your damage. 

Part of you was perfectly fine stopping the story there. It would preserve what little dignity you had left, what fraction of respect Bucky still held for you. But the other part needed you to spill your guts. You were so depleted. So tired of putting on a façade. 

“I mean, the first few boyfriends I had actually admitted to me after we broke up that they only wanted me for sex- that they only got into a relationship with me so they could be the only one fucking me.” Your eyes remained downcast. “I’ve just been with so many people who made me feel like I had to earn their affection. And so, over the years, I just- I don’t know…”

You shared the silence for a moment before Bucky offered his help, “You got used to it?”

You nodded. “I accepted that I’m just a- that they saw me as an object. That my feelings and  needs don’t matter. And I know it’s pathetic that I stayed with any of those guys for longer than five minutes. But I’m so-” Your tear-filled eyes finally met Bucky’s. “I’m so desperate to be loved. Or, I was. And now, I have you. And I know you love me- you show me everyday just how much you care about me. But I’ve never been treated like this before… it’s unfamiliar territory, I guess. All I know is secret parking lot hook-ups and feeling like I have to give someone my body as payment for love.”

Being this vulnerable, this raw and exposed, made your hands shake. Of course, you trusted Bucky with your past and with your heart. But showing him your shame and imperfections made you cringe. You feared you were supplying him with ammo, with reasons to treat you poorly. To leave. 

But he didn’t see you any different- he simply wished he’d found you sooner. Wished he could’ve saved you some heartbreak. He extended a hand and welcomed you into his arms. He held you close. And he listened without judgement. 

“I don’t know how to handle consistent love. And I feel like… I’m afraid the other shoe is gonna drop any minute. Like a switch is gonna flip and you’ll pull away from me without warning. And I’ll have to win you over again.” 

Bucky’s grip around you intensified. As though, if he wrapped his arms around you tight enough, he could transfer his love via osmosis. 

 “So I try to keep your interest with sex,” you said, you’re voice falling. “I try to make you want me.”

“Even when you’re exhausted…”

You nodded.

Knowing that the two of you’d had sex when you weren’t completely and totally into it made him nauseous. He knew what it felt like for others to have control of his body. He knew how uncomfortable and dehumanized it made him feel. And he hated that, more likely than not, you’d felt that way with him. Even if it only happened once, it was too many times.

Bucky’s silence made you nervous. He was probably mad- or hurt- by what you’d said. And you instantly regretted all of it. “Don’t get me wrong- the sex we have is perfect. It’s not like anything I’ve ever had and I pretty much wanna get in your pants the second I see you.” The familiar light returned to your eyes for just a moment, but the glimmer faded just as quickly as it appeared. “But sometimes I find myself forcing my own hand- even when I can barely stay awake- because I still feel like I have to fight for the love of the man I’m with.”

Bucky wanted to kill every man who’d ever hurt you, every man who’d ever made you doubt your value. “I want you, doll. Always. You don’t have to fight for anything with me,” he took the mug from your hands and placed it on the coffee table before turning you around and taking your face in his hands. “And, yeah, the sex is great. But I’m just happy to be near you. To spend time with you. This-” he said, sweeping his thumbs over your cheeks, “this is all I want. To be close to you. To take care of you.”

You let your eyes fall closed for a moment as the words sunk in. You took his hands in yours and grounded yourself in his touch. After all this time, you finally got what you wanted. The reassurance, the validation. And you knew he was telling the truth. But the nagging in your chest forbade you from believing him. You had half a mind to grind your hips against his and attach your lips to his neck. But before you could act on your impulse, Bucky spoke.

“You’ve been dealing with this for a long time. I don’t expect you to just stop out of nowhere. It’s a coping mechanism- a way of protecting yourself.”

It’s like he read your mind.

“But I want you to put yourself first, doll. Okay? When you’re tired, when you have a headache, when you don’t feel like having sex- for whatever reason- it’s okay. It’s more than okay. I don’t ever want you doing something you don’t want to do. You have me, okay? I’m yours.” 

You shook your head- sure, that was easy for him to say now. “But you’re used to us having a lot of sex. You’re used to me being ready and willing twenty four-seven. What if you-”

“Baby… hey,” he once again cupped your face. It stopped your spiral, your anxious ramblings. Wild ‘what ifs’ invaded your brain and trampled everything Bucky said, every assurance he gave. But he was determined to make you understand. “My feelings for you are never going to dwindle or falter. Ever. I swear on my life that I’ll always want you. I’ll love you until I die- and even after that. We didn’t meet and immediately jump into bed together. We spent months just enjoying each other’s company. And even then, when I wasn’t even sure if anything was gonna happen between us, I just wanted to spend time with you.”

He sensed uncertainty in your eyes, “doll, if we never had sex again, I’d still be here. I’d still want you.”

Finally, after a night of doom and gloom, he got you to laugh. 

“Yeah, sure, Buck-”

“I’m serious!” he said, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. “Obviously, I don’t think either one of us wants to forego sex completely…”

You gave him a vehement shake of your head. He laughed at your dramatics.

“But if, for whatever reason, we put a full embargo on sex- I’d still be here. I promise. Because I love you, and all that matters to me is your happiness. Okay?”

A knock at the door startled both of you. It pulled you out of the world of past-trauma and heartbreak and threw you into the present. Shit- you were hungry. Starving. And your head pounded from exhaustion and dehydration. 

“That’s the food!” Bucky lifted you from his lap before replacing you on the couch and running for the door. He paid the delivery driver and returned to you with a bag so full you feared the bottom might split. “I got everything: the pasta and garlic bread you like, a chicken parmesan, a lasagna, and two slices of their dark chocolate cake.”

You stared at him with wide eyes and a growling stomach. “We feeding an army?”

“Well, no. But I know you probably haven’t eaten since breakfast…”

You nodded, and Bucky threw his head back with a groan. “Doll! You promised me you’d make sure to break during the day for lunch, and- you know, that’s a conversation for another time. Let’s get you fed and into bed. Okay?”

You watched Bucky unpack the food and spread the dishes out across the coffee table. He got plates, silverware, and drinks before putting on your favorite episode of New Girl. He took care of you. He was the person your family always promised you’d find. The person your friends told you to wait for. The person you swore didn’t exist. But he was real, and he was yours. And he loved you more than you ever thought possible.

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The BNHA boys x reader with an anxiety disorder part 2

Since the first part did so well I figured I’d continue it! If anyone wants a part 3 with more characters, make sure to tell me. No nsfw, reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: mentions of self harm, arson, and murder.

Content: cuddles and kisses and cute BNHA boys :)))

Denki Kaminari

I don’t see him as the type to have anxiety, so he probably wouldn’t understand what you’re so worked up about or why at first

You’d have to explain it to him, but then he’ll be super understanding and sweet and gentle

He’ll try his hardest to remember your triggers, but he can’t make any promises. Short circuiting messes him uppppp

He’ll always check in on you to see how you’re doing throughout the day if he knows it’s been a rough patch lately. If you need to head back to the dorms or need some quiet, he’ll talk to Aizawa

If you’re having a panic attack he’ll hold you and let you cry into him or listen to you ramble. He definitely won’t know what to do though or the first thing on how to actually help you

He’ll have to google it or have you speak to a therapist about it for actual help instead

Hanta Sero

I feel like he doesn’t have anxiety, but he’s around enough people who do so he’ll know how to help you

If you’re having a panic attack he’ll try and get you to focus on your breathing or try and ground yourself back to reality

If you have a habit of self harm (intentionally or intentionally) during your panic attacks, he’d probably use his tape to restrain you so you can’t hurt yourself

He’d 100% try and make a soft, quiet environment for you and when you’re worked up he’ll gently caress your face to try and give yourself something new to focus on or just a not-negative feeling

You’d probably have in depth hour long discussions about mental health and coping mechanisms and other things related to anxiety. He really knows his stuff, for some reason.

If you tend to have awful anxiety at night, he’ll sneak to your dorm room and cuddle you so he can make sure you’re okay

Fumikage Tokoyami

Dark shadow would definitely cry with you and give you a big hug to calm you down

He definitely has anxiety. You cannot convince me he doesn’t

Turns out, he has absolutely no coping skills whatsoever and has horrible anxiety, so you will both have to help each other

You’ll both go into heavy detail about your mental health issues and try and give each other ways to cope with it or ways to work it out. He’d definitely talk about it poetically though, so you’d have a hard time deciphering what it means lol

If ur panicking, he’d 100% stroke ur face and hold you while you hold dark shadow to ur chest and he’d just let you ramble to him

And if you need to cry, he’ll hold you and let you cry into him. No shame here, he’ll never judge you for something he knows you can’t control.

Fatgum

You cANNOT tell me this man wouldn’t wrap you in his gigantic hoodie and hold you close to his chest and gently rock you back and forth. YOU CANT

“Everythin’s gonna be okay, doll. Just listen to my voice, ‘kay?”

He’d definitely try to get your mind off it most times, but if it’s serious and actually needs working out he’ll 100% be a good listener and offer help and advice. That’s what heroes are for, right?

Because he’s a hero and he has to work all the time, he’d get you a good therapist you can talk to whenever he’s at work. But he’d still like to know about any and all panic attacks when he gets home though

He’d definitely sit you on his lap and rub your back if you just needed to cry. And the entire time he’d be whispering to you that you’re okay and that you’re safe with him, and that you’re anxiety is nothing more than just thoughts.

He’d 1000% remember your triggers and try his best to keep you away from situations/people/etc. that will trigger you

Dabi

Oh this poor man has so much anxiety it’s fucking unreal

He 100% gets what you’re going through and offers the best help he can, but we ALL know this man has terrible coping mechanisms. Unless you wanna be given advice to go burn down a local gas station and kill 13 people when you’re nervous, you’ll have to get a therapist.

He’d stay up with you on bad nights and talk it out with you. He’d probably make fire and let you stare at it if it’ll get your mind off it. Or he’ll turn himself into a heating pad and hold you to try and calm you down

I’m sorry but this man whispering to you and telling you it’s going to be okay and reassuring you would be so calming, have you heard his voice???? Instant relaxation.

If you’re in battle with villains and you have a panic attack, he’d probably try and get you out of there ASAP. If he can’t, he’ll constantly be checking on you

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t be the best option to talk to about your worries or fears. He has a LOT of unresolved shit he needs to work through first. Therapy will be ur best friend

Tomura Shigaraki

Doesn’t know what anxiety is at first until you explain it to him, then he’s like “…oh yeah, I have that.”

He’d try his best to get you into therapy or get you medicine, and if he can’t he’ll constantly be checking on you and talking things out with you

He’d google how to help you or the best ways to calm someone down from a panic attack LMFAO.

He’d try and distract you by getting you to play video games with him. If that doesn’t work, he’ll hold you and probably play calming music. If you need silence, he’ll tell the rest of the league to shut the fuck up and to leave you two alone

He has a hard time completely understanding it, so he might be a bit rude or blunt at times. Once you explain how he was rude he’ll apologize, and he never does it again.

He’d let you play with his hair and braid it and do whatever you want to it really if you’re one of the people who likes to fidget with something when you’re anxious.

[ny-nymeria]

Realize

Rikugan: A Gojo xfem!reader story.

synopsis: Gojo turns to his old ways to reprieve the way he feels about you. Plot twist: it doesn't work. LOL

[Previous Chapter: Too Close]

Satoru Gojo was on a date.

And yet he couldn’t remember the name of the woman sitting across from him. She was dolled up from head-to-toe to near perfection, lovely sounding words coming out of her red lipstick colored lips blended in with the background noise of the busy cafe they sat in. He spread himself out loosely on the chair across from her, blue eyes wandering to the empty space to the right side of her shoulder.

He just needed a distraction, he told himself, something to keep his thoughts at bay. And yet each time he looked at her he found himself staring off, thinking of with one thing on his mind that he was trying to avoid.

You.

The tall blond beauty was nothing more than someone he had encountered on the street on the way back from a confectionary store. She had slipped him her number and with the sway of her hips, he complied. He’d been on countless dates before that usually ended in meaningless hookups. Similarly to all those other times he knew where this would lead to. It should've been easy for him.

But this time nothing sparked his interest.

Was he okay… down there?

When was his last date again?

Actually, Gojo realized: no one sparked his interest for quite some time and he could’ve figure out why. He was trying to figure it out, retracing his steps to ground zero of when this all started.

His eyes ran through scenario after scenario in a handful of milliseconds until they bursted through images of you that he had immortalized in memory. His mind painted portraits of your smile: the subtle dimples in your cheeks and the creases under your eyelids, all the imperfections he found so perfect it was almost agonizing.

If God existed and made this cruel world, God most certainly cursed Satoru Gojo with you.

He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed loudly; enough for the woman across from him to notice and grow annoyed.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes yes—Sorry doll,” he offered a charismatic smile which easily made the woman forget his distraction, “Go on.”

She reached for his hand across the table and continued to talk as he tried to focus on whatever she was rambling on about, his mind played tricks on him. Her hand fit almost perfectly in his; looking so dainty and smooth against his large palm, and yet it felt so uncomfortable to him. He fidgeted under her touch.

“Do you want to finish this somewhere else?”

The upturned tone in her voice matched with her hand lowering to touch his thigh underneath the table. Gojo knew all too well where this was headed and he had half a thought to let it continue.

He needed a distraction, he repeated. She clutched at his bulge and gave him a seductive wink.

He cursed his eyes for dredging up images of you again, how sharp they were at deducing the reason for the state he was in. Gojo started to panic, tapping his foot underneath his chair and was a second from warping away. Just before she leaned in for a kiss and a whispered request to take things somewhere more private, his phone rang.

“Hello-um… Satoru?”

His heart immediately fluttered. Turning his back toward the woman and leaned into the call and said your sweet name into the phone.

“What’s up?”

“Sorry for calling out of the blue…”

Gojo sat up in his seat and teared the woman’s hands off of him, neglecting to hear her gasp in shock from rejection. Hearing your voice through the phone was like music to him; a song he wanted to sing only for himself. The last few days of silence was maddening and he even resorted to listening to old voice messages you had left on his phone.

Though it seemed to falter a little he could hear your soft voice pause before reluctantly continuing,

“Are you doing anything tonight? It's okay if you are... I just-you know... I feel bad about how we left things off,”

You’re the one that felt sorry? Gojo couldn’t wrap his head around why you were the apologetic one. He was the cowardly one. After all, he was the one that left you feeling alone for your own.

“… Anyways I ordered some pizza and a new episode of that corny show we like to watch is out, I was wondering if you wanted to come ove-”

“I’ll be right there.” He answered even before you could finish your sentence. His chest felt light, eyelashes fluttered with excitement as he caught himself realizing in that moment,

Damn.

He didn't just like you…

Satoru Gojo was in love with you.

The woman once again called for him but it was too late; Gojo's heart was his compass. He reach for his wallet out of his pocket, placing down a wad of large bills down on the table before walking away.

“Sorry but I have to go,” he replied swiftly. “This should take care of the bill.”

Satoru Gojo left not knowing that this would be the last time he would be on a date with another woman again.

You paced in the living room of your apartment after ending that phone call with Gojo. The way he was so quick to answer your offer caught you off guard; the sure sound of his voice made your heart flutter in a hundred different ways. Instead of biting your nails you opted for pacing, wondering what the two of you would even talk about when he'd arrive at your home.

Gojo ruffled his hair out of his face and tugged at the hem of his jacket before knocking on your door, he was sure he looked good— as always— but this newfound jitteriness was foreign to him and it seeped doubt. His heart started to flutter when he heard soft footsteps reach the other side after making three quick knocks on your door.

“Satoru… why are you dressed so nicely?”

You opened the door to see him dressed somewhat nicely; a tailored bomber jacket and denim jeans. In comparison you were in house clothes, basic comfy sweats. You felt nervous and didn't understand why, he’s seen you in house clothes countless times. You tugged are the hem of your shorts and Gojo noticed, curling his lips into a playful smirk.

“This is a date, right?”

“Date!?”

He laughed at your response, noticing the faint blush of pink bloom on your cheeks. Gojo placed both hands on your shoulders giving them a squeeze.

“I’m kidding! Relax… I’m just here for the pizza.”

As he entered the apartment and sauntered passed you could smell his subtly sweet, masculine cologne of vanilla and lavender. He took off his bomber jacket and glasses, tossing them onto your kitchen counter before running his hands through his hair before sitting down in the spot on the couch he normally sits.

He patted the sides of the cushion and sighed in content. This was his spot. He knew that this is where he wanted to be.

You raised an eyebrow while watching him rub the armrest of the couch so affectionately.

“Are you... Okay?”

He stopped and smiled. “Yup! So pizza?”

You rolled your eyes at him while bringing the box over from the kitchen and plopping down next to him, arms grazing each other giving you goosebumps. You opened the box and pulled a cheesy slice to place on a plate and give the eager sorcerer, turning on the tv and onto the streaming service that had the show on.

When you turned you noticed him staring at you somehow deep in thought while he munched on a slice of pizza.

You raised an eyebrow again. “Satoru, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re staring…” you mumbled, looking away from his gaze. Your eyes travel to the corner of his mouth and notice a smudge of pizza sauce under the corner and curve of his bottom lip.

You smile and without a thought, leaned over to swipe it with your finger.

“You’re such a messy eater 'toru,” licking off the cheese on the tip of your thumb Gojo froze under your touch. How badly he wanted to reach over to make you his. He watched you turn your attention back to make a comment about how silly the show that he was paying no attention to was.

'Keep it together, Gojo...'

The sorcerer fell silent and felt slightly silly from feeling jealous of the pizza that got to touch your lips. He watched you go back to watching the show, so nonchalantly and unaware of the spell you had the him under.

By the time the show ended there was an awkward amount of silence; the couch squeaked between the two of you shuffling and sighing before you mustered up the courage to turn to him.

“So…” you began before noticing Gojo never left his gaze on you; his head rest in the palm of his hand while his elbow propped on the armrest. You gulped.

“Um, h-here!” you reached into your pocket and handed him his blindfold, “Thanks for letting me borrow this.”

Gojo smiled and took it taking it back and into his pocket. “Don’t sweat it.”

Sitting on the couch with Gojo made you feel some type of way. It felt uncertain; the heightened feeling of his every sound and touch somehow made Gojo feel dangerous. And to many, Gojo was- he was the deadliest sorcerer on the planet. But that fact never made you feel unsafe; it was always the opposite. Now something different had it's pull on you.

The two of you avoided the feeling by avoiding each other and it drove either of you mad. You needed to be strong by being vulnerable for Gojo, something you knew he had immense difficulty doing.

“So…” your voice began to trail off before falling silent again. You look at your hands in your lap, twiddling your fingers and feeling his unwavering focus on you.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I’m not used to being cared for and I realized that’s what you've been doing,” you looked up briefly to catch his eye, noticing his lips starting to curl into a smirk. You gripped the edge of your shirt again, “I wanted to say you were right about things, and thank you for looking out for me.”

Anticipating a “I told you so,” you were pleasantly surprised at his reaction. Gojo paused, letting out an audible exhale before saying your name so sweetly.

“You deserve being cared for.”

You felt the heat in your cheeks but tried to shrug it off, “I don't know-I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

Instead of answering with words he responded by threading his fingers into your hair, his palm gently sloping down to soft skin of your cheek before tracing the outline of your jaw, thumb just below your pink lips. Instead of retracting away you sat there in silence, letting the same dangerous feeling pull you into his half lidded gaze. You felt your heart flutter from his attention, taking a sharp breath in.

‘How could I forget you?’ The look in his eyes posed this question to you. You found yourself pressing your cheek into the palm of his hand.

“I’ve never forgotten about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat from his reply as you smiled against his touch, choosing to crawl over as he ushered you into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. Something that was once so innocent and comforting before felt fiery; you close your eyes and feel his arms wrapping behind your back, locking you into an embrace when you crawled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips drew themselves close to your ear.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kid.”

As powerful as he was Gojo couldn’t read minds. Though he had little doubt there was something going on between the two of you he was completely in the dark as to how you really felt. Clearly, you two were close friends but the amount of tension in the room was surmounting; the looks, touches, and tones in voices could be cut through with a knife. The two of you stuck in a dance that left him feeling dizzy and desperately wanted to know if you felt it too.

He asked himself if he could even cross that line with you: step over the threshold of friendship to something more consuming, a tidal wave of uncertainty that could sweep the both of you away and out to sea. He’d much rather kill a curse because he was certain he could. Could he guarantee you a safe future that always seemed so fragile from unpredictability?

Gojo started to feel you shift and pull away while he was still wishing to keep you in his arms for longer. He watched you collect plates and the empty pizza box from the table and left for the kitchen and sighed, dropping his head back into the couch cushion. Bunching up his shirt as he clutched at his heart, he had made up his mind to set his plan in motion.

“You’ll be my date this Friday, yeah?”

You stopped in your tracks almost dropping the pizza box on the floor before turning to him, watching Gojo leaned back into the couch, taking out his phone to scroll casually through messages.

“Excuse me?”

You had been so busy with paperwork that you'd forgotten about the Sister Exchange Event party Gojo was a part of. Thinking it was mostly for the students you didn't think you'd be in attendance to this school's function.

“You’ll be my date for the exchange event dinner.” His tone was less of a question and more of a statement of fact. Gojo’s placed his phone back into his pocket and looked at you.

“You’re being serious?”

Gojo’s lips curled mischievously. “Yup. consider it like a party after the exchange event. I need to take someone and you'll go with me.“

“I love how you’re so confident I’ll say yes…”

“C’mon. Don’t make this hard woman."

You rolled your shoulders back in a laugh before plopped yourself back down on the couch next to him. “I don't even have a dress to wear-“

“I’ll take care of it,” Gojo stands up, smiling while continuing to swipe on his phone to look up something.

You stared at him as he leans himself against your kitchen counter calmly. He appears so confident to you but you could tell he was different. Hope and longing swirled in those deep irises, the color of anticipating so mesmerizing that you could get lost in them for hours. They spoke a million words and left you lost in translation.

Had he always looked at you this way?

You inhaled sharply.

“Sure, but Sato-“

Feeling instantly weightless you found yourself being lifted and twirled by him, his quick reflexes whisking you away before setting you back down onto the couch.

“Great! Pick you up at 7?”

You stumbled back onto your feet. He had already started to walk out your door.

“Just don’t pick out something too flashy…”

“No promises!”

It would be in your best interest to expect the biggest surprises from this mischievous man.

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