#putting this in my nest thank you uwu

[miwachan2]

Made fanart for Bee from Vampiric Equinox! :D

AAAAAAA 👀👀👀 you made her so CUTE fsjdhsjdhsodhd ❤️❤️❤️

[kakushino]

Kuri Manju

Tomioka Giyuu x AFAB! Reader

Kuri Manju - a traditional pastry filled with pureed chestnut and white bean, served with a steaming hot cup of green tea (autumn pastry)

The shibari artist that inspired me to write this is Hajime Kinoko (Particularly Red Series: Samsara). Let me also stress this: shibari is for everyone, regardless of gender and body type, as long as you keep it safe, sane and consensual.

Tags: shibari (japanese rope art), BDSM dynamic, light choking, creampie, aftercare

Word count: 3.2k

Masterlist | Part 1

Tagging @crimsonkenjii-writes because this is bonus chapter of the Giyuu smut I promised to tag you in uwu

“Not fair… I was having such a good dream…” he mumbled into the pillow. “...had you in it…” Soft grumbles left the half-sleeping man. His voice was much deeper and raspier than normal and it reverberated through you pleasurably.

“You’re really something else, aren’t you?” you huff.

“Don’ know what you mean.” 

You could only conclude he was still a little drunk, otherwise he wouldn’t be saying that out loud. You frankly found this new side of him adorable. If you weren’t concerned about his liver, you would be getting him drunk more often.

Especially if it gave you a repeat of yesterday’s actions.

Your face flushed at the thought. Bad, bad, bad thought.

“Well, tell me where you hide your spare yukatas and where I can find one of your estate workers because you fell asleep right after and my thighs are sticky. I need a bath,” you said as you crawled out of the futon nude. You were confident he wasn’t looking, what with his hangover.

A mumbled instruction after, you found a generic blue yukata that would do for the moment. Considering your juban was stained with cum, you let it fall to the ground and put on his clothes. 

You left him lying there in search of the much-needed wash.

Sasaki, the kind head worker of the Water estate, helped you bathe and even prepared a breakfast for you while you washed. 

To your surprise, the man of the house was already sitting in the dining room, eating his own breakfast. It wasn’t fair that Giyuu looked much fresher and more awake than you did. Did he also take a bath? That was quick…

“Thanks for the meal,” you whispered as you started to eat.

The atmosphere was oddly comfortable, despite whatever happened last night. You were pretty sure he didn’t remember his last words before he fell asleep.

(He did remember.)

Please… date me…

The request still rang through your mind, like a broken record. Did he mean it? 

“Thank you, Kira.” 

You looked up. An attendant was taking away his empty bowls.

“Oh, and Kira?” Giyuu made eye contact with you. “Please take everyone with you to the market today. We want to enjoy some Kuri Manju with our guest this evening.”

Kuri Manju? It’s not yet autumn proper so why…

The attendant bowed and beelined out of the room. 

Wait, this evening? I’m staying? 

Giyuu led you to his room again. There was a slight difference - on his futon was a nest made of the fluffiest pillows you have ever seen. 

He pushed you down onto the nest, his bottomless eyes staring into your soul. He slowly backed off until he stood next to a sizable chest, opening it and finally breaking eye contact. You let out the breath you were unknowingly holding.

However, what he pulled out made your breath hitch again. 

A bright red rope.

Giyuu placed the carefully tied bundle next to him and reached inside the chest again. He took out another, and another, and another bright red rope.

You could scarcely breathe, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a Nichirin blade.

The chest closed with a loud thud, his stare finding yours again.

“Come here,” said the spider to the fly.

And you crawled to him, entranced by his eyes. The loose yukata he provided you with less than an hour ago shifted with the movement, fabric pulled slightly apart, giving him a tantalizing show of your swaying breasts. He licked his lips.

You sat in front of him, on the edge of what he would do to you.

“Strip.”

Before your mind could process the command, your hands were tugging the obi loose and off. The yukata fell off your shoulders almost immediately, and you were bare to his hungry gaze.

Giyuu finally moved. His hand - so rough in appearance - was gentle around your wrist as he pulled you closer to straddle his lap. You took in his scent and warmth, closing your eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

You exhaled softly. “Yes.”

“If you want to slow down, say sake. If it’s too much and you want to stop, say daikon. Those two words will be your safe words today. Do you understand?” His hot breath caressed your ear as he whispered.

“Yes.” 

One of his hands reached beside him, the other placed on the small of your back, the heat branding into your skin.

“Then tell me what you would use if you wanted to stop?” His lips trailed down from your ear, making feather-light contact with your neck.

“I-I’d say d-daikon,” you stuttered, your brain not being able to focus on anything other than him.

“Good girl.”

The hiss of an unraveling rope sent shivers down your spine. He briefly leaned back to encircle your ribs with the first folded-over rope, securing it on itself at your back. His searing hot hands trailed up your spine as he positioned the binding over your shoulder, going down between your breasts. A knot secured it to the first part of the rope, simple yet intricate, and then the rope went up up up over your other shoulder.

The anticipation was killing you. He was touching you, yet it wasn’t really touching. His hands worshiped you, tying you up in the beautiful red ropes creating patterns only he seemed to know. The artful web dug into your skin, the sensation a wonderful contrast to his gentle caresses. 

At long last, he tied off the first rope, and reached for another.

You keened quietly.

“How are you feeling?” Giyuu whispered, connecting the new rope into the criss-crossed pattern at your spine, and continued to create art upon your skin.

You wiggled in his lap, your damp core brushing against his bulge. “I need more…”

He chuckled right next to your ear. “More ropes? More what, sweetheart?” 

“I need- I need-” You trembled like a newborn fawn, trying to grind on him. He pulled at the ropes, manhandling you off his lap as you whined.

“No. Be good and stay still.”

“Giyuu-” 

Smack.

You reeled back a little but his grip on the knots kept you in place. He’d slapped your thigh, an angry handprint appearing as he soothed it over with his touch.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, kneeling steadily.

Giyuu shuffled behind you with another rope in hand. You didn’t dare turn, your breath growing heavy. 

His hot palms soothed over your shoulders, down your shoulder blades, around your ribs before his fingers started playing with your nipples gently. You sighed in pleasure, but didn’t move a smidge. 

“Good girl,” he praised you quietly.

His hands trailed down to your stomach, then around to the back to fiddle with the restraints again. He brought both your arms behind you, starting to tie your hands.

You couldn’t see what he was doing to you, but his warm caresses and the gentle way he handled you told you he was enjoying himself immensely. 

You shivered.

His warmth stopped moving. “Cold?” His lips brushed over your shoulder lovingly. 

You shivered again. “No…”

A chuckle became your answer before ropes encircled your forearms. He secured them against the knots at your back. You could feel the design there was intricate, you wished you could see it.

His hands trailed up your arms, over your shoulders and to your chest softly, rough palms catching at your nipples, sending a shockwave down your body.

“How are you feeling? Anything too tight?”

"I'm alright. Just- please-" your voice gained a whiny undertone, wanting more, needing more yet the light touch itself was so erotic, so satisfying. The mixture of sensations was dizzying.

His fingers ran feather-light all over your body. “What a sight you are…” His breath ghosted over your neck before he placed a kiss on your shoulder. “So beautiful and so wet…”

His middle finger slid between your pussy lips. You were embarrassingly riled up, your juices started running down your thigh long ago. 

“We aren’t done yet, sweetheart,” Giyuu chided you when you tried to grind on his finger, seeking friction. You keened in desperation.

The finger disappeared. Both of his hands cradled your shoulders and he pulled you backwards gently. Instead of falling into his chest, you were lowered onto the small nest of pillows, which allowed you to lay comfortably, despite the arched position his ropes had you in. 

You finally had a view of Giyuu now. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his gaze intense, tracing the bright red knots and lines. He looked a second away from losing control-

-but instead of finally pouncing on you, he reached for the last rope. 

“Giyuu, if you don’t hurry up-”

“Shhhh, no talking,” he commanded you. You immediately obeyed out of some base instinct you had no control over. “I don’t want to hear any noises from you unless it’s sounds of pleasure, do you understand?”

“Ye-”

Smack.

You shut your mouth. Another red handprint joined the first one on your thigh. He soothed over the stinging spot with his searing hot palm.

“Do you understand, sweetheart?”

You nodded.

“Good girl.”

He leaned over you, one hand folded your leg against your body, the other unraveled the rope, readying it for you. You watched in captivated silence as he wound and unwound and spun the rope around your leg, tying it up in the folded position, binding it to your torso so you cannot move, cannot escape. The bright red made a pretty contrast against your skin, digging and creating ridges into the plush. 

Like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

You whined, drawing his attention to your needy expression.

He stood up, looming over your decorated and immobile body. “I’ve kept you waiting for long enough, haven’t I?” His yukata fell down in one quick tug at his obi. 

You didn’t get a chance to see his cock yesterday but now that you could, you wondered just how he fit that beast inside of you. What’s more - it was pretty, like really pretty to look at. It curved slightly upwards and the tip was flushed and leaking, the precum decorating the head like a crown. Your mouth watered staring at it.

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you saw the small smirk he wore right before his face hardened into an expressionless mask.

Giyuu knelt back down and slotted himself between your legs, one bound up to your torso, one cradling his waist. He leaned over to kiss you tenderly, reverently, his hands cupping your cheeks. As he pulled back, one of his palms soothed over your decorated chest criss-crossed with ropes and knots. Down down down he went until his fingertips delved between your pussy lips again, circling your clit loosely, not giving even remotely enough stimulation to feel good… yet. 

You whined loudly in protest. The arched position you were in didn’t allow you to continue admiring his body, you could only see until his bellybutton.

“Impatient, sweetheart?”

The frustration brought tears to your eyes as you stared at him, pleading without voice.

He brought his fingers to your entrance, inserting two in one go. You couldn’t arch your back more but your lips fell open at the sensation. Finally, finally you were getting something. A slow and teasing pace and then the thumb at your clit-

You moaned quietly, eyes closing. “Please~”

His fingertips found the spot inside you that made you mewl. You wanted to squirm, to fuck yourself back onto his fingers yet you could do nothing but take it, ropes digging into your skin. 

"Please what?" He kept an unrelenting but steady pace. A smirk grew on his handsome face.

You strained against the bindings, trying to get- "More."

Giyuu chuckled and inserted another finger, spreading the three out briefly, stretching you. "Better?"

You whined. "Please… I can take you, please-"

“Greedy girl.”

“I need it, please-pleaseplease-”

“Fine but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He withdrew his fingers. 

The tip slipped between your puffy folds, bumping against your clit making you moan. His hand gripped at the ropes under your breasts for leverage. Finally, he slid his length inside - the glide smooth, helped by the amount of juices you made. “-doing amazing, sweetheart,” he rasped out. “Good girl, take my cock.” And you could do nothing but take it.

You keened at the slight stretch. You were more than ready for him. If your mind wasn’t in the clouds, you would have been smug about it.

The pace he set was agonizingly slow, each inch dragging against your sensitive walls. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Each slow thrust made the squelching of your juices echo in the room.

He leaned down pressing his forehead against your temple, his nose into your cheek, keeping up his torture of your insides. “You’re drenched. I bet people on the street can hear you every time-” he slid in, the lewd wet sound so loud “- I do this. Can you hear yourself, sweetheart?”

Yes, yes you could. But Giyuu had long fucked any semblance of thoughts out of your head. Instead of responding, you nearly wailed when his tip pressed against your cervix harshly.

“I can feel you clenching around me,” he exhaled sharply. You could only whimper.

Each stroke sent your nerves into overdrive, you could feel every fucking inch of him. You couldn't believe you could ever lose your mind on a cock, but he made it happen. Synapses fired off faulty messages, making you tremble and whine and shake under him. Your brain scrambled to comprehend the amount of pleasure he brought you with each roll of his hips. 

You clenched your eyes shut.

"Eyes on me."

His heavy hand circled your neck, long fingers squeezing softly at your pulse point - enough to make you light-headed, not enough to truly choke you. Your gummy walls fluttered around his length.

“You like this? You dirty, dirty girl-” he panted harshly.

You peeked into his eyes with a half-lidded and tear-stained gaze, unable to do more.

Thrust by thrust, he inched you closer to the edge at a crawling pace, so slow and loving yet so intense and dirty. If you hadn't been tied, you still wouldn't have known what to do with yourself. It was as if you were a fleshlight for him, a pretty decorated fleshlight, and you loved it - loved being his cocksleeve.

Each time Giyuu bottomed out, he ground against you a little, pushing against your needy clit and making you moan breathlessly.

“Are you going to come for me? Haah- Show me you’re not as naughty as you seem? Be a good girl?”

His tip never gave you a moment of peace, rubbing all the good spots, smooching your cervix, extracting whine after whine from you, moan after moan, all a symphony of wordless praises to him. You were barely coherent.

His eyes flickered down to where you were connected, his pace never speeding up. The hand clutching at your bindings let go of you and instead, you felt his thumb circle your clit.

You came embarrassingly fast when he did that.

Your toes curled almost painfully when the first wave of pleasure crashed upon you. Your whole body shook, muscles taunt, tears falling down your cheeks and eyes nearly rolling back. "Ghi-yuuuuh~" even your desperate cry was slurred as all your senses became muffled.

His eyes were bright, almost feverish, as he held eye contact. His hips buckled at the sudden tightness of your soppy cunt. “Fuck- yes, yes-”

He pressed as deep inside as he could as he came, the movement pressing into all the right spots and prolonging your orgasm, milking him for all he had. Giyuu groaned at the feeling, breathing heavily.

“Good- hah- good girl… Knew you could do it for me,” he whispered, rolling his hips and stirring up your insides. 

You could not think. You could not speak. Your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath.

“Here, let me get these off of you…” He stayed inside of you as he untied your folded leg first, supporting it so you wouldn’t move too fast and cramp up. Once the ropes were off your leg, he slowly helped straighten it out. His fingers burned against the places where the bindings used to be. Curious, you looked. There were indents from the rope pattern in your flesh, some of them looking a little darker, bruised. His palm soothed over them. “Don’t worry, they won’t hurt soon.”

Giyuu had a slight smile on his face as he slowly pulled out, the lewd mix of both of you spilling out onto the pillows you laid on. He reached down as if to touch you, but stopped, hand clenching into fist, and rolled you over instead so he could reach all the knots tying your arms back.

“You did so well, sweetheart.” There was a slight tug of war behind your back, his movements quick and efficient. Bit by bit, the pressure holding your arms back eased. “Such a good girl for me.” There was a deep ache in your shoulder joints when the final knot came undone and your arms relaxed. “Are you alright?”

You’ve never heard such a soft tone of voice from Giyuu as he soothed over what you were nearly sure were bruises on your skin. “M’ shoulders…” you mumbled.

A quiet “Shit.” echoed in the room. “Let me take off the rest and we can address that.” 

You laid there boneless, pliant, like a pillow princess. You huffed in amusement at the thought. A pillow princess in a nest of pillows. But you loved it. You loved how he gently manhandled you, if that was a thing. 

Despite the complexity of the ties and the time it took to put them on you, undoing them went surprisingly quickly. Giyuu discarded all the ropes in a messy pile by the futon, before he left the room nude. 

You kept your arms close to your body, trying to limit the movement in the hurting shoulder joints as you maneuvered yourself to lay on your stomach. You felt too exposed all of a sudden and the loss of Giyuu’s warmth felt devastating. 

The door slid closed. You glanced up tiredly. His dark eyes observed you for a moment before he kneeled at your side, a damp cloth in hand. He didn’t make you move your position but he did spread your legs and cleaned up what leaked out of you. 

The cloth was thrown to the ground with a wet plop and warm arms embraced you, lifting you slightly. A few pillows of the nest, especially the ones stained with cum and sweat, were pushed to the side. 

Only then did he lay down beside you with you in his arms, a blanket thrown over the both of you. You laid your head on his warm chest, closing your eyes. 

“Sleepy?” 

“Mhm.”

“Don’t, yet. How are your shoulders?” Warm hand slid up your spine and rested on one of your shoulders, gently caressing where the joint was with his thumb.

“Still hurtin’.”

Giyuu exhaled slowly. “I apologize. I should have done it differently then.” 

“It was hot though,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest. Your face burned. 

His hands soothed over your back, feeling the imprints of his love. "It was,” there was laughter in his voice. “Did you like it?”

“Mhm.” 

“Then we shall do it again sometime, if you’ll have me.”

So I said the next one will be Obanai... I lied. But the next one of these series WILL be Obanai. I will just add some oneshots in between, mkay?

[zmediaoutlet]

Happy WW, Liz! Thank you for the amazing writing you've given us over the past month! Pertaining to the one you posted today, do you have any ideas/head cannons about how Sam and Dean act when the other is injured after a hunt? Who's more stubborn? Who coddles the other one more? Do they have any running jokes or rituals they stick to when patching themselves up? (other than massages + takeout... maybe I'd join them on a hunt or two if I can wind down with them after, lol)

hello hello, happy wincest wednesday to you and yours! getting to this um a week late, but what is wincest wednesday for if not to be encompassing of all wednesdays ever

and what a cute one, so -- injury headcanons:

When things are Emotionally Fraught they're both pretty stubborn, but Dean is more so. Who cares if he has a beaten up face, he has a beaten up soul and he deserves it or whatever, probably. (cf. 11.03) When things are slightly less emotionally fraught, though, he feels fine with being a big ol' baby about it and going Sammmmmm bring me a beeeeer bc I'm your favorite big brotherrrrr and Sam grinds his teeth and thinks Dean is deeply annoying and then eventually does get him the beer anyway, because Dean's threatening to hop around on one foot and sprain his ankle even worse. So he gives him the beer with mild prejudice, and then Dean grins all big and sparkly-charming and offers to blow him as thanks, and Sam, god help him, does find it cute. Reluctantly.

Dean definitely coddles Sam more (cf. latter s8), but in more of a gruff 'hey idiot, take your meds' kind of way than an uwu my widdle baby brother way. It is always a prime time to tell your brother he looks disgusting with snot caked on his upper lip. And Sam rolls his eyes and refuses to be coddled (again, cf. s8), regardless of said snot. And also probably tries to ignore the sickness entirely while Manfully Dealing, while Dean is rolling his eyes and debating whether to tackle him so he'll take a nap. When actually ill, I feel like Dean is probably in denial for the first day and then fully becomes every stereotype of a whiny baby as long as there's nothing else he's supposed to be doing. Full-on nest-of-blankets-with-trash-TV, soup, croaking pathetically like a baby bird. Sam is still rolling his eyes, lol. He will sometimes sit with Dean and watch Food Network, but if it's nothing life-threatening I think he sets Dean up with tissues and soup and doesn't want to get snot on his shirt. Yuck.

Serious injuries are something else, as we see. You've still gotta make fun of your brother because he's your brother, but in a wincest world beyond what's shown on screen I do like to hc a little more closeness. Still not 'coddling' and not particularly cute, but when Dean's freshly back from the dead for the nth time I can imagine Sam crawling into bed behind him and putting his nose to that soft spot at the top of Dean's spine and listening to Dean breathe, his hand over Dean's heart. And Dean lets him, and makes maybe one comment like you're a freakin' limpet, but he needs the grounding, too. And they probably have a running ritual of clingy sweaty missionary sex. Emotional violin soundtrack optional.

[ladytauria]

<33 📚+🪲

thank you maya!! <3

under a cut bc the first one gets a little nsfw <3

📚 ⇢ what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

second-to-last thing! i shared the last thing here. it is from the same note, tho, which is basically my general plans for the clove, smoke, and honey sequel:

stuff to work in

more lactation kink. more jay drinking from jason, but maybe tim drinking too. could also be fun to have tim making jason wait, even though he's full and achy, until jay can feed

jason (& tim?) still calling jay pup and how it affects him. (i don't necessarily want to bring in mommy/daddy kink; more an emphasis on how it makes him feel cared for. like; i think in this case pup is an analogue to the pet name baby, except perhaps slightly more intimate?)

jay being worried about how tim is treating jason <3 and so they invite him to watch~ this being the catalyst that makes him want tim, maybe? wanting tim to touch him like that?

jay & jason drifting into romantic/physical fairly quickly; tim is perfectly okay with it/gives his blessing.

jason finally getting to put jay in his nest, like he wanted uwu

tim undoing what bruce/zur did, if that hasn't been done already??? (gotta read gotham war & figure out exactly when jay gets yanked)

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

also did this one here! but i'll do it again bc more progress is more progress. rolling a die to pick which doc <3

again more than 50 words but. is that a surprise at this point?

this is from the jaytim student/teacher rp smutfic, which is. finally getting to the smut, 3k—almost 4k—in.

Jason blushes brighter. “I want… Um. Please touch me, sir.”

Mr. Drake’s eyes glimmer with amusement, which does nothing to help the butterflies in Jason’s stomach. He squirms—only to feel the bulge in his slacks, making him squeak a little. “I’ll allow it,” Mr. Drake says, graciously. “But next time, sweetheart, I’d appreciate a little more specificity.” He wraps his fist around Jason’s cock. “There are, after all, so many different ways to touch.”

[ writer truth or dare ]

[whatanoof]

if you’re still accepting prompts: “ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ” with hunter if you write for him? 👀 if not then that’s totally okay, you can ignore or def choose someone else ❤️

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Sergeant Hunter x Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: fluff! a little bit of violence and injury so that's why the rating is the way it is

A/N: heeeheee this made my heart go uwu. i love this idea, dahlia, so much thank you for sending the request in:)

Hyperspace is cold. Cold and empty, but so kriffing beautiful with how the stars streak past the nose of the Havoc Marauder, shining into Hunter’s eyes as he keeps watch. He can hear Wrecker’s snores from the bunk room. Everyone else is asleep, after nearly two cycles of non-stop work and no sleep, he’d ordered everyone to get some shut-eye. No one had complained of the chance to get sleep, but you had made him promise to wake you after a few hours before stumbling to crash into your bunk.

You. He curses himself as his thoughts stray back to you. It seems that these days, he can’t walk two feet without getting his thoughts stuck in the same path that inevitably leads back to you.

The newly assigned medic of the infamous Clone Force 99, with the stars in your eyes and a rod of steel in your spine. You’d needed that stiff neck to force the Bad Batch to take rest and medicine. But you’d seemed soft when you were first assigned to the team. You were kind, caring in a way that the boys never saw on the front lines. But the Maker forbid anyone mistake you for soft.

Hunter had made that mistake. He’d refused your medical advice over a few broken fingers. Trivial really, so small that Hunter had stubbornly resisted any treatment, insisting that he didn’t need bacta or splints. Then he’d found himself twitching on the ground because you stuck him with a hypo and sedated him. And then you set his fingers without pain meds. It hurt. Like a bitch.

And then he’d fallen for you hard. To be fair, he’d been trying to get a couple of his brothers to back off, because putting a medic like you in the midst of hardened shoulders sparks feelings. He’s convinced that Crosshair fell in love with you the moment you’d gotten Hunter to back down with the hypo and finger splints. But Hunter was convinced that he was the one that you would love back. Right?

Hunter couldn’t tell you how he fell in love with you, but he could tell you the exact moment when he realized it. It was right after you had gotten back with the boys from a mission, a bad one at that. He’d been watching you for some time by then, not in a creepy way of course, he’d never try to be creepy with you, he knows that he’s intense, but he always tries to be respectful of your very human and logical boundaries and-- he’s rambling.

---

It had been a hard mission, with more than one close call. None of them were in good moods, not even Hunter. But the day gets fractionally better when he trudges up the ramp of Marauder and sees you.

They had radioed ahead and briefed you on the injuries. Tech has a minor concussion, and Hunter has a few shallow cuts on his arms from a mishap with metal machinery. Crosshair’s arm is in a makeshift splint after he’d landed on it wrong following a destroyed sniper’s nest. Wrecker for once, came through with no major physical injuries other than a few bruises.

“Hey!” Your normal smile is in place, lighting up the grim mood.

The Batch mutters various return greetings, and you instantly narrow in on Crosshair, yanking him(gently) over to your bench to examine his arm.

Hunter watches you prod and poke at Cross, “How did you land on it?” He demonstrates wordlessly and you nod, “And roughly how high did you fall from?”

“Was just a rockslide. Ten meters, maybe less and it wasn’t a freefall.”

“No such thing as just a rockslide,” You wink with a small grin, before giving a diagnostic. “Nothing more than a wrist sprain. Bacta will numb it in a few, should be healed by tomorrow night.” You spray the bacta onto his skin, then wrap it firmly. You fix him with a stern gaze, “Don’t use it.”

Cross raises his good arm in a jaunty two fingered salute, “Yes ma’am.”

Hunter smiles internally. There are exactly two people that Crosshair will listen to aboard the Havoc Marauder and Hunter is the other one.

Tech finishes his pre-flight check and lifts off, the gentle rumble of the ship vibrating through the air and underlies your soothing voice as you make sure Wrecker is okay before moving onto Tech. It feels like safety. It feels like home.

It feels peaceful for about three minutes.

“Leave me alone, Wrecker.” Crosshair’s tense voice breaks the moment, and everyone turns to watch Crosshair shove his larger brother. “Don’t you have something else to do?”

“But Crosshair--” there’s a distinct whine to Wrecker’s voice as he pokes Crosshair’s shoulder. “--at least let me see your wrist. Does it hurt bad?” He moves to grab the cast, and Hunter sees you step towards the two even as he knows that his isn’t going to end well.

Crosshair’s good fist slams across Wrecker’s face, knocking him back a couple of steps. There’s a period of complete shock where everyone aboard the ship freezes. Wrecker’s shakes off the blow, and stands there for a couple of seconds, breathing heavily and staring at Crosshair. Then he moves, frighteningly fast for a man of his size.

He lowers his shoulder and blasts Crosshair backwards into the wall. The sniper’s back slams into the metal with a loud clang, and he stumbles, stunned by the proportionally massive blow. Wrecker walks forward, but then you’re standing in between the two, arms outstretched.

Hunter is on his feet before he realizes, ready to get you out of there. But you glare at him for a fraction of a second before turning back to face Wrecker, extended arm keeping Crosshair from moving. Don’t intervene. I can handle this.

Somehow Hunter believes you, even though your hands are more suited to administering shots than punching. You don’t even utter a word. You stare down the two most terrifying clones in the Batch, maybe even in the whole GAR.

“Back off, Wrecker.” Your voice is quiet but firm, leaving no room for argument. The clone in question stares down at you, then shifts his gaze to Crosshair, who has a snarky grin plastered across his face.

“Cross. Get that look off of your face.” The sharpshooter double takes. You hadn’t even looked at him. But he obeys, looking down and rubbing his chest where Wrecker’s shoulder had caught him.

Stars, Hunter loves you. He blinks. Where did that thought come from? But it’s still one of the truest thoughts he’s ever had.

When he returns his attention to the scene, Wrecker is walking towards the bunkroom, and Crosshair is sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall. You’re checking out his wrist again, much less gently.

“You’re fine, Cross. Stay off of it.” Then you’re walking towards him and leaning down to check out his arms. “Where did you get these from, Hunter?”

“Machinery. Caught me on the way out.”

“Rusty?”

“No.”

“Good.” You place bacta patches over the shallow grazes and turn to go.

He catches your arm before you leave, and you turn back to look at him. He works his jaw a little before deciding on a simple gratitude. “Thank you.”

You both know that he’s not only referring to bacta patches. You smile a little. “It was nothing.” You both know that it wasn’t.

---

His caf is cold. He can’t stand cold caf. The cup goes in the tiny sink and the caf machine needs a new batch. He starts the process, to make more, shuffling his feet to try and warm ice-cold toes. He watches the liquid drip into the pot. Steam floats in the air and fills his nostrils. Exhaustion weighs heavy on his senses, dulling the passage of time. Maybe it’s the sheer strength of the smell that catches his full focus and makes him deaf to your approach.

“Hey.” Your hand appears on his shoulder, and he jumps. Embarrassingly violently, nearly dropping the caf pot in the process.

He swallows, blinking rapidly and turns to face you. “Hey.”

You gesture at the pot still in his hand, “Can I get some?”

“Yeah.” He pours a mug, barely noticing how his hands are shaking until yours wrap around his and steadies the ceramic. “Sorry.”

“For not waking me?” You smile as you sip your drink. “You’re lucky I set an alarm. I can take the next watch, go get some rest.”

He wants to. Maker, he wants to crawl into his bunk and just sleep for hours. But you look so sweet, eyes silently asking him to rest and sweater pulled so tightly around your body. And the words slip out, the words that he had been turning around in his sleep-deprived mind for the past few hours of watch, ever since he had been left alone with nothing more than a cold cup of caf, hyperspace, and his own soft heart.

“I love you. You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” He can feel his face warming as he confesses and the feeling in his stomach of wanting to shrink in on himself as you look at him with that medic’s gaze. It’s a trademark of yours, intense and piercing, one that reveals all secrets and reads every inner motivation. He rushes to explain, “I don’t expect you to do anything. You don’t have to love me back just because I’m telling you this. You’re free to love whoever you want. But I’m just--” He clears his throat. “I wanted you to know.”

With a crisp turn that Tarkin himself would be proud of, he turns and begins to walk away. He can’t help but feel a slight sense of deja vu. He’d been here before, in this position, even if the energy of the moment wasn’t exactly the same. He’d been here the first time he questioned your expertise, when the next sensation through his body was a needle piercing into his body and the numbness of sedation and the pain of you setting his damn broken fingers.

“Hunter!” He turns and faces you again. You’re still standing there, “You love me?”

He doesn’t want to say it again, doesn’t want to have to confess again and feel the same gut wrenching vulnerability. All he can manage is a terse nod. If you reject him, he’s in the perfect position to just walk away.

Then you smile. And you walk towards him. And you press a soft kiss to his lips, while he stands there like a di’kut with a hanging jaw and pounding heart.

“Good. I love you too.”

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[girlgrouptrash101]

Lisa (Blackpink) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “HEADCANON’s are my thing. Can I request Lisa as your girlfriend, please?”

A/N: lovesick girls SOTY,,, that’s all i have to say

- C

Get ready to be treated like royalty,, miss manoban won’t settle for anything less when it comes to her baby

Lisa is always romantic, whether its taking you our for a candle-lit, romantic dinner or just staying at home and slow dancing around the living room together

Your guys’ apartment would be the perfect blend of both your tastes, with a gorgeous, retro, red jukebox in the living room that you and Lisa play music from whenever you’re at home

You have a big photograph wall in your room of all the memories you’ve had together,, with most of the pictures being taken by your very own personal photographer Lisa hehe

her camera goes everywhere with her, and she has millions of photos of you that you’ve never even seen, as Lisa loves to keep them to herself so she can look through them when she’s away and misses you

the rest of the pinks are basically your best friends, and they basically knew you before they even met you, thanks to Lisa’s constant gushing over how amazing you are and how lucky she is to be with you :’]

you’re always invited to their shows and concerts,,, and the absolute joy you get seeing all Lisa’s fans scream for her knowing she all yours at the end of the day simply cannot be put into words

on long days before comebacks, you often find yourself heading to Blackpink’s practice room with snacks in hand, reminding the girls to stop overworking themselves and put their health first!

Lisa always teaches you her new dances, even if you have two left feet lol

she loves watching you learn, and after a few months she’s really helped you improve - even if most of you lessons end up to you and her dancing to crazy frog around the practice room like maniacs

the most fun dates!! Like one time you and Lisa went to every single ice cream parlour in your city and reviewed each one to find out which one had the best ice cream around

like YES you were both stuffed and couldn’t touch ice cream for about a month after because you hadn’t recovered... but it was still worth it

the two of you also love to pack a picnic and a blanket, taking a drive out to the big fields in the country side

there’s nothing else around you for miles, just you, Lisa and the sound of birds as they fly by and nest in trees, the two of you just enjoying the blissful break from city life

Plus you get to make daisy chains and talk about the most random things as you lounge on the blanket you packed, completely at ease with life and with one another

you love talking to Lisa so much; your conversation can honestly range from questioning the creation of humanity to talking about your favourite flavour of ice cream (mint choco team rise up)

she always does that little thing with her thumb when she holds your hand, rubbing her thumb ever so softly across the back of your hand and it makes your heart go dsfjksskl

gives the BESTEST hugs ever omg

her head rests on top of yours as she loops her arms around her waist and yours drape around her shoulders, your head against her chest or on her shoulder as she holds you tight against her

also gives A+ cuddles too, she’s like your own personal teddy bear that you can just never pull away from,,, she’s too warm and soft,, you always end up spending hours in her arms whenever you can

INTENSE JUST DANCE BATTLES IN THE LIVING ROOM

rumour has it you almost broke your knees trying to beat Lisa at the rasputin dance - spoiler alert, she still won like she always does jndsfdklds

shopping dates!! which are actually really fun,, Lisa always picks out something for the both of you that’s absolutely ABSURD, and when you go and try it on the two of you end up cracking up with laughter

don’t tell anyone but half the time when Lisa buys clothes for herself she goes for things that you would like in hopes that you borrow them off her... because YOU... in HER CLOTHES... she might just cry uwu

dating Lisa and accidentally becoming a parent to all FOUR of her cats.. good luck i guess xoxo

she loves taking you to Thailand to meet her family, and bringing you to all her favourite spots as a child, wanting to make new memories there with you by her side

she’s also one to show up on your doorstep with two plane tickets and a suitcase packed for you - she doesn’t even tell you where you’re going, but she always has a plan and brings you on the most memorable and life changing trips around the world

she just wants to make so many memories with you and switch things up when you least expect; Lisa loves to keep you on your toes

plus,,,, more memories = more stories to tell your kids when you get to that milestone in the future

which Lisa definitely sees happening, she’s never, ever leaving you behind, it would be a crime to lose a love as strong as yours.

NSFW From Here:

kind of a service top tbh,,, like this girl just wants her baby to be feeling good and satisfied

will have her way with you any time any place though,, like she always catches you so off guard - you could be just cooking dinner and then all of a sudden she’s crept up behind you and her hand is down your pants

“and I’ll do it again” - Lisa after eating you out on the kitchen counter top x

It drives her fucking insane when you moan out her name, and it only spurs her on to fuck you harder and faster, listening to each heavenly scream spill from your lips

less into sending you nudes and more into sending you steamy choreographies that she’d been practicing just for you

Lisa feels the best when she’s dancing, and she knows just how worked up you get when you watch her dancing to something sexy, so she never hesitates to invite you to the practice room when she knows she’s going to be putting on a show

which usually ends up with you against the practice room mirror, begging for Lisa to go harder and harder - probably scaring away everyone else in the YG building </3

definitely has a rainbow coloured strap on because gay rights 

tbh you couldn’t care less what colour it is - you don’t even know anything except Lisa’s name when she’s using it, each thrust driving you closer and closer to that glorious edge

Lisa absolutely LOVES when you take care of her too, especially after a long day of schedules when she just gets to come home and ride your face until she crashes from tiredness

her favourite thing in the world is getting eaten out, her long legs wrapping around your head to keep her close to her core while her head is thrown back in pleasure

i could definitely see her being into wax play too, mainly because she think its so gorgeous,, the hot wax melting onto your skin and creating a beautiful picture on her favourite canvas

Lisa in thigh high boots......... and deep red lingerie........... thinking so many thoughts

absolutely LOVES receiving/sending nudes, and she saves every single one in a locked folder for her to look back on when she’s busy on tour and missing your touch 

and don’t be surprised if you get a facetime call in the middle of the night, filled with Lisa’s whines and moans as she touches herself over the phone, driving you crazy knowing you can’t be there to please her the way she so clearly desires

[husbandograveyard]

I thought my mind is angst free but le nope, here I am. Hazel, my precious ray of sunshine, may I ask for some angst torture with Sanji and Zoro (not poly, lmao) and fem s/o who hid severe medical condition from them. One day it suddenly gets much worse and Chopper is not available; boys can't do nothing much than watching her fading away in their arms and begging her to not go where they can't follow (ah yes, lotr reference). But happy ending plz, if possible T^T Thank you UwU

Some Angst for Bas! :Hellmo: I tried not to angst it up too much, and they ended up about double as long as I intended. I hope you like them and thank you for your insane patience! Sending you love! 

Having an S/O who hides a severe medical condition HC - Sanji, Zoro 

2nd person. Female reader. tw: illness, mentions of illness, light angst 

Sanji 

Sanji is quite observant. He keeps an eye on his lover, and he knows you better than you sometimes know yourself. So he definitely knows something is up: the visits to chopper, the sudden breaks you need to take in the middle of chores and training. But you never talk about it and he respects your privacy. 

No matter how much he wants to help you, no matter how much he really wishes you would open up to him about whatever is going on, he knows that you want to tackle this by yourself. 

That does not mean he lets you do everything by yourself all the time. He finds many ways to help you around, disguising it under his gentleman attitude. 

He cooks you special dishes that are filled to the brim with all kinds of vitamins and other nutritional elements that will help you keep healthy and strong, even though he has absolutely no idea what part of your health is the one that is stopping you. 

He carries everything that might be too heavy for you, not wanting to over stress you. Even if you’re plenty strong, he will just say that it’s a men’s duty to carry his lady’s stuff. 

Even when you're training, he will bring refreshments, make sure you take plenty of breaks, draw you a nice bath after and massage any aching muscles if you will allow him. 

Sanji is near you when you have the worst episode of your illness you’ve ever had. You feel weak, everything hurting, and you just collapse in the middle of the deck. Sanji would catch you right before you fall, worriedly asking you what you need, but he realizes you’re already unconscious and cannot reply. 

Chopper is out with some other crewmates to get supplies, so Sanji is immediately panicking, torn in between leaving you on the ship to go get Chopper as fast as possible and staying with you in hopes the others will return soon. He eventually settles for the first, deciding that your chances are best when Chopper is involved. 

He picks you up and carries you to your bed so at least you’re in a comfortable spot, but when he turns to leave, there’s a soft tug at his sleeve and he can hear you very faintly whispering to stay. Your eyes are barely open and you’re wincing with every little sound and movement around you. He kneels down next to the bed, tears now falling freely as he begs you to stay with him and not to give up. Chopper will be there soon. 

You have fallen unconscious again when Chopper returns. Sanji races outside the moment he hears them arrive and drags Chopper over to the room, explaining as quickly as he can. He insists on staying with you as Chopper looks after you. 

Luckily, Chopper is already aware of your situation, and he’s able to help you swiftly. 

You wake up not that much later, still in loads of pain, Sanji holding your hand as tight as he can without adding to the pain.

“Please y/n…. let me help next time”

Zoro

Zoro notices something is off rather fast… but much like Sanji, he is not one to pry. You tell him you’re fine, he will believe you.. up until a certain point that is. 

For the most time, you can just dismiss him by telling him there is nothing seriously wrong, trying not to worry him, and assure him that you can handle it. After all, Zoro won’t needlessly hurt your pride by being overbearing or smothering you when it’s unnecessary. 

He’s still picking up on some cues. Just because Zoro is pretty routine-oriënted, he will notice it when things are out of place or not going like they should. On days where he notices you’re struggling, he will pull you with him for an extra nap, bother Sanji for some extra healthy food… the small things that let you know that he cares, he just doesn’t want you to be bothered or feel bad that he’s helping.

He’s training when he hears a loud crash, and even though it’s not that rare for things to fall and break on the ship, he has to do a double take, seeing as the only ones on the ship are you, Usopp and him. The latter usually just spends time tinkering away, and wasn’t supposed to emerge from his room until an emergency happened or the others returned. Weights are swiftly dropped as he shouts down from the crow’s nest. 

“Y/n? Everything all right there?” 

When there is no response, he rushes to where you are supposed to be. He knows you’re not one to joke, especially since you very well know how overbearing he can get when there’s serious danger involved. 

He finds you on the floor, a little scrape bleeding from the fall, but otherwise you seem unharmed. 

He almost lets out a sigh in relief when he notices tears silently streaming over your face. Your expression is contorted, laced with pain and he feels his heart sink all the way into his shoes when he rushes over, easily picking you up and cradling you, his actions a little more rough than intended, only because he just wants to make sure you’re helped as soon as possible. 

You let out a yelp as he picks you up. It’s loud, but not as intense as he’s used to from you. You’re visibly weak and he curses himself mentally for not saying anything earlier today or staying with you when he noticed today was another one of your ‘off days’. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong? What can I do?” 

You open your mouth a couple of times, but find that even talking has become hard, if not excruciating, and you can barely choke out “Chopper”. 

Zoro holds you as close as he can without crushing you or causing you any more pain, and yells out to Usopp to hold the fort. He needs to get you to the doctor, ASAP.

His sense of direction is not really helping, but fortunately, the rest of the crew doesn’t take too long to hear of a ‘green haired man frantically looking for his crew while practically running in circles’. 

The rest of the crew finds you guys relatively fast, but by then you’re slipping in and out of consciousness. Zoro had been cursing about them getting away, and simultaneously kept talking to you, panic apparent in his voice as your answers are incoherent or altogether absent. 

Chopper, as the only one aware of you condition, manages to help you faster than any other doctor would be able to, but you’re going to need some extra medicine and rest for letting it come this far. 

Once he gets the ok, Zoro carries you back to the ship, ignoring all your protests. He will see it as his personal responsibility to make sure you rest and get your meds in time. 

He kisses your forehead as he puts you down on your bed to rest once you’re back at the ship.

“Sorry y/n, some burdens cannot be carried alone. I will help, even if you don’t want me to.”

[bbyheedeungie]

Valentine Study Date | Student!Heeseung AU

Pairings: Heeseung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Heeseung's valentine date with you doesn't go as he planned. But of course, he's not gonna let anything spoil his first valentine's day with you. No, not on his watch.

Author's note: a bit late for the occasion but I hope y'all enjoy this uwu

You really messed up. You messed up real bad. You failed your test in biology and you were scheduled for a retake on Monday. You really need to focus on studying, but you had a part time job every Saturday and Valentine's day was coming up on Sunday.

Ah, Valentine's day. The day that you and your boyfriend Heeseung had been looking forward to since it was going to be your first Valentine's together. He promised you a super cheesy romantic date that you were never ever going to forget. Being Heeseung's first girlfriend ever, he was really set on spoiling you and setting very high standards that no other guy can ever surpass anymore.

You knew how important that day is gonna be for Heeseung and how much effort he's putting into your date. That is why guilt is eating you up as you walk up to him as he was putting his books into his locker. You don't think you can bear to see his disappointed face.

"Heeseungie," You aporoached him. He stopped to look at you, his face immediately lighting up.

"Oh, Y/N! How was your day?" He asks as the corner of his lips move upwards to reveal his adorable smile that makes you want to squish his cheeks all the time. But today, you were too nervous to do so.

"It was fine," You say, staring at your shoes.

"Um hey, about sunday." You started. Heeseung just looked at you, anticipating what you had to say.

"IhaveatestonmondayandIhavetogoandstudyonsunday." You said quickly, just letting it all out. Heeseung blinked for a few times, trying to catch up on what you had just said.

"Ohh." He said simply. His reaction was unreadable, like he was thinking about something.

"Heeseung— baby, I'm so sorry. I know how much you were looking forward to Valentine's." You apologized, feeling so ashamed of yourself. He shooked his head, reaching his hand out to mess up your hair as he smiles at you warmly.

"Don't be sorry, silly. I know how important it is to pass that test. I will be cheering you on, okay?" He said, gesturing 'fighting!' with his fist.

"B-but our date—"

"Hey, we still have next year. And next next year, and many more years to come. So don't worry about it anymore." he reassured, and you feel like you want to cry and hug him for being so understanding.

"I love you so much! I'll make it up to you, I swear." You promise him. Heeseung simply chuckles, his bright smile appearing once again.

"I love you too, Y/N. So, shall I walk you home?"

Heeseung's gotta admit, he was sad that he wouldn't be able to take you out for the perfect date on Valentine's day. But then again, he immediately realized that the perfect date doesn't have to be fancy or outdoors. That is why as he cancelled the reservations he made for this fancy restaurant and refunding the movie tickets he got, he concocted a new plan.

———

Sunday night, it was 6pm and you were seated in front of your desk, taking down notes and highlighting your textbook when you got a text from Heeseung.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" the text read.

Heeseung often scolded you when you didn't eat at the right time, whining about how you weren't taking care of yourself enough. But you couldn't lie to him though, and so you texted him back.

"No, not yet ㅋㅋ😅"

A few seconds passed and you immediately received another message from him. You can already imagine the displeased look on Heeseung's face, shaking his head and ready to scold you. That is why you were completely taken aback by his reply.

"Good. I'll be right over in 10 minutes."

You quickly stood up, tripping over your own feet on the process of rushing to your bathroom to freshen yourself up before your boyfriend arrives. You change into nicer clothes and remove your hair from it's messy bun, attempting to fix it into something that's not a bird's nest. You didn't even get a chance to apply a bit of makeup when your mom calls you from downstairs.

"Y/N! Come down here, Heeseung is here for you." She shouts. And so you jog down the stairs to greet him, a grin instantly etching onto his face as he sees you. Your heart flutters as you see the picnic basket he was holding, together with a box of chocolate truffles and a bouquet of flowers in his arm.

"Heeseungie, what is all this?" You ask in shock.

"Uhh, dinner?" He said, still smiling. He walks closer to you, offering the flowers and chocolate to you.

"Happy Valentine's day, Y/N." He says.

And so, the two of you went upstairs to your room, where he set up a romantic dinner date beside your bed, covering your bedroom rug with a picnic blanket. He even went as far as bringing led lights to scatter around the area to set the mood.

"You are so extra." You said as you hug him from behind, kneeling as he was sitting down and bringing out the food from the basket.

"Which is exactly what you deserve." He says as he removes your arms around him reluctantly and ushers you to sit with him.

"One plate of extra love and effort for you miss?" He said formally like a waiter, making you giggle.

"Did you cook those?" You asked, pertaining to all the dishes he brought. Heeseung scratches the back of his neck shyly.

"Well, I kinda asked Jay to help me." He says, making you raise your eyebrows.

"And by 'help' you mean..?" You trail off. He sighs in defeat, raising his arms in the air.

"Okay fine, he cooked and I tasted if it was alright." He admitted, making you burst into laughter.

"My compliments to the chef, then."

As you ate, you suddenly remembered about your Valentine gift to Heeseung. You've had it since last week.

"Heeseungie, I almost forgot to give you my present. Wait here." You say, rushing to your closet. His eyes simply follow you, his cheeks full of food inside.

You come back with a red box in your hands, placing it in front of Heeseung.

"Happy Valentine's day, Heeseung."

"And I thought I was good at surprises, you sneaky little girl. Thank you for this." He says as he unwrapped the ribbon and removed the top lid, revealing random stuff that you knew he likes. Ramen, lots of snacks and beverages, chocolates.

After dinner, the two of you lied down on your bed with your stomachs too full for you to even sit up straight. But Heeseung managed to roll over and stand up anyway. From the picnic basket, he pulls out his biology textbook and his notebook.

"Okay missy, time to get serious." He says, slapping your knee playfully, making you groan.

"Noooo." You whined.

"Let's just cuddle and watch movieeees." You say, making a puppy dog face at him that gets him everytime. But he shook his head, avoiding your pleading eyes because it's his greatest weakness.

"Sorry, no can do. This is part of our date, I'm tutoring you."

"It is?" you say, striggling to sit up. He helps you to do so, laughing lightly at how adorable you were.

"Yep. Now, shall we start our Valentine study date?"

[amindofstone]

Match up No.12

Anon said:

(Somehow this turned out to be longer than expected omg I'm sorry(｡ŏ﹏ŏ) ) Hi! How's your day? This is my first time sending literally anything on this app and I'm really nervous haha👉👈could I request a mash-up? I'm a female, INTJ, Leo, I’m 1.61 tall , I have shoulder length black curly hair and hazel eyes. I'm really introverted and I rarely speak but when I get comfortable I like to talk and joke a lot! (1/2)

I like to think that I'm confident tho deep down I'm insecure about a lot of things lmao. I speak three languages (English, Italian and Arabic) I like to draw, I listen to music most of the time and I'm good at cooking tho I don't do it that often. That's all thank you (；^ω^）(2/2)

a/n:

Hey there! How are you doing? I am so sorry for making you wait for so long. But here I am hopefully giving you want you wanted. And there is absolutely no need to be nervous dear. You´re doing just fine. And I´m glad to know about more trilingual people in here. English, Italian and Arabic. What a beautiful but also interesting combination. Anyways I hope you will like with what I came up with. If there is anything you don´t like make sure to tell me. I will work on it and do it better. Other than that happy reading my dear anon!

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Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

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- Well, well my dear anon. I decided to pair you up with Vinsmoke Sanji because I think that you need lots of love and appreciation. And I think that he is someone who can give you all of that and even more.

- You were walking around the deck of the Sunny. Thinking about everything but also nothing at the same time. One minute you were thinking about your friend who send you a letter just yesterday and minutes later you would be walking around with a empty head. For a person that barely talked or spoke up about anything your mind was always somehow occupied with something.

- Two months. Since two months you were sailing with the strawhats who recruited you to join the crew of the future pirate king.

- You liked all of the crew members. But out of all of them you liked Robin and Zoro the most since they were pretty chill and calm people. They were quite and didn´t talk much. You could be sitting next to them without having to hold conversations. You could be sitting next to each other without a glimpse of awkwardness.

- Every member of the strawhat crew knew that you weren´t the most talkative person and accepted you the way you were. But still they somehow always tried to get you to talk. And one of them tried that the most. That person was none other than the ships cook, Sanji.

- You were aimlessly walking around the ship with eyes fixed on the ground when you felt your legs getting tired. You were close to the tree with the swing so you took the opportunity to take a seat on the swing and slowly sway yourself back and forth. You were once again lost in your thoughts when you felt a blanket being placed over your shoulder. The sudden contact made you flinch slightly and look up only to find the first mate standing in front of you. “Oi are you okay? I went to train in the crow’s nest around 6 pm when I saw you walk around on your own.”, with a visibly confused and a tilted head you were looking the green haired man in the eyes. “And?”, you wondered. Zoro raised a brow. “Y/N. It´s half past nine now. Didn´t you realize how dark it got? You´re pretty weird but that’s fine since none of us are normal. Not even Nami who´s not a devil fruit user.”, the words of the swordsman made you laugh. “Thank you for the blanket but I am not weird. I am just not really talkative like some of ya´ll. ”, you said while cuddling into the blanket. “I am fine with that. In fact that makes me like you the most since you´re pretty chill. Anyways I gotta go and shower. It´s your turn with the night watch I suppose. Good luck with that stupid cook. Night.”, without waiting for a reply he left you alone.

- When you thought you were alone footsteps could be heard behind you. You took a look at your left just to find Sanji walking down the stairs in black pants and a white shirt. Rolled up sleeves showing that he left the kitchen minutes ago and a new cigar between his lips he walked down the stairs with one hand in his pocket. No matter how he put a step he always looked elegant and gracious. “It kinda makes me sad to see that you talk and even laugh with that marimo but not me. Did I do something wrong my dear?”

- Out of all the people on the ship you never thought of hearing such a question come from the gentlest and loving person. You never thought that he would ever ask such a question because you always thought he could and would understand you without having to speak about it. “You seem to not like me much. Are you?”, he said with a beautiful smile upon his lips.

- “It´s not like that. It´s just that he never makes me talk. He listens when I do but other than that he never tries to make me speak because he understands that I don´t like to talk much. And when I do out of nervousness he makes me stop and takes over. He might not look like it but he truly is a understanding man. And so is Robin.”, “And I am not?”, you shook your head and smiled back at the cook. “You´re different. You are my comfort and save place.”

- The words that left your lips made Sanji widen his eyes out of shook. For a second his mind went blank but quickly was able to pull himself back together. He lit up the cigar between his lips and put both of his hands in his pocket.

- Sanji always tried his best to get you to talk and look people in the eyes when you did but he never forced you into anything. He always tried his best to make you speak out your thoughts and opinion on everything as gentle as possible. He was always caring towards you and always kept an eye on you. He understands you better than you do. He can read through your facet that was supposed to show a brave and strong you. A woman that was not shy. A extroverted, active woman. He was able to look into your soul and give you whatever your heart desired. No matter if it was food, clothes, books or simply the comfort of a silent room.

- “I really appreciate your words. In fact I am honored to have you see me worthy enough to be beside and with you. Although I wish for it to be more than that.”, out of habit you tiled your head slightly to the side that showed your confusion. You were about to ask what he meant but got cut off when he pulled you back up on your feet. “Let´s go and have a little snack.”

- With no other words leaving you, you let him lead you to the kitchen not knowing that your little head tilt made his heart melt and his soul to bust the biggest uwu.

[suzuki-violin-school]

Dating Class 1-A HCs

Dating class 1-A headcanons !

Content: SFW, fluff, nicknames, date ideas, denki saying a bad word, canon midoriya

Denki Kaminari

calls you little mama

babbles incoherently about how much he loves you when he short circuits

not good at verbally expressing himself but shows his affection through gestures and touch

i.e. trying to say “you’re radiant and beautiful” but accidentally saying “butt good”

followed by “...wait, fuck”

Eijiro Kirishima

very spontaneous and spur of the moment doesn’t know what a schedule is apparently

will text you at 5:54 and ask you on a date for 6:00

calls you sunshine but if he’s in trouble he’ll call you apple of my eye

“Oh, hey Kiri!” “Why hello, apple of my eye!” “...What did you do this time?” “It wasn’t me, it was Bakugo!” “That’s even worse!”

loves it when you sit on his lap, won’t let you get up basically ever

only the manliest men can land a partner as splendid as you

you help him dye his hair when his roots start showing

because one time he did it himself and ended up with pink stains just about everywhere

Fumikage Tokoyami

buys jewelry because crow brain says shiny but he gives it all to you because he doesn’t want to give in to the bird instincts

still though, he LOVES when you wear it because seeing you enjoy his gifts is so heartwarming also because he needs the shiny, therefore he needs you

you tease him about being a bird but cuddling up together in his nest bed is c o m f y

he has a bunch of tiny trinkets under his pillow though (he hates to admit that he gives in to the crow instincts)

calls you “my feather” of “my finest little trinket” uwu

you wanted to buy him a light to help control dark shadow since his room is practically pitch black but you wanted it to match his aesthetic = purple lava lamp

“crows mate for life, you know.” “okay, and?” “just thought i’d share.” “i wasn’t planning on getting rid of you in the first place.” “...thank you.”

lots of very goth/emo style dates

Hanta Sero

you spend a lot of time playing around with his tape

your favorite thing you’ve done with it is make a hammock that you two napped in together

there is nothing, nothing, you love more in this world than his stupid dorky smile

you stare at him a lot and he teases you about it every time he catches you

you spend a lot of time with kaminari when sero’s not around and you both like to gossip about him

sometimes you call him office depot

Izuku Midoriya

he is constantly as red as a strawberry no exceptions

doesn’t understand why you’re with him but ok

v clumsy and nervous more than usual

i.e. *busy looking at you while walking, trips over nothing, suddenly forgets how to speak when someone asks if he’s okay*

you both have a thing for softly kissing each other’s scars

he says “uwu” and “owo” out loud and you want to cry every time he does

Katsuki Bakugo

once he’s holding you he basically never lets go of you ever

i.e. holding your waist when you’re cooking and resting his head on your shoulders will even follow you around like that if you’re walking even though it looks ridiculous

sends mineta to recovery girl every five minutes but only because “you’re mine and i don’t think you fully understand what goes on in a guy’s mind when he looks at you”

some people say tsundere, i say the exact opposite

screams about you and your relationship 

if you put dye on his hands, he can make colored fireworks in his palms !!

Mashirao Ojiro

hear me out: tail cuddles

good god he never stops worrying about you

if you’re even three minutes late to something it’s all “what if they’ve been kidnapped by villains? What if they were killed?”

he’s SO soft though

he goes all out when it comes to taking you out

one of the best date schedules: restaurant (he makes sure you get your desert and refuses to let you pay for ANYTHING), a long walk afterwards to enjoy the outdoors and get fresh air, gives you a small gift, occasionally stops by a café for a quick pastry before going home

aizawa either hasn’t figured it out yet or just doesn’t say anything about you two spending the night in each other’s dorm rooms he knows but he thinks you’re a cute couple and lets it happen 

Mezo Shoji

you’re a big ol mess around him before you actually start dating

scratch that, you’re still a mess

“are you okay?” “yes! i’m fine!” “are you sure?” “...no.” “what’s the matter?” “um... i can’t figure out which of your hands i’m supposed to hold.”

he instantly falls apart when you say that

you’re still a shy little puddle around him so you’re a little hesitant and nervous about everything and don’t always say what you’re feeling outright

but he knows that and can read you like a book so he will stop what he’s doing the moment he notices you’re uncomfortable with something

def calls you princess

kisses through the mask uwu

Shoto Todoroki

calls you angel but only in private

doesn’t always understand social cues so you end up in awkward situations sometimes

he’s either very blunt or completely closed off when it comes to expressing feelings

warm massages

he will aggressively insist that you wear his clothes

likes giving you flowers but never a full bouquet because he thinks that’s overkill

Shouta Aizawa

oh sweet jesus this man is a whole meal

you look after his class every now and then when he needs a break which is always if we’re being honest

in that respect, you also have adopted all twenty of his students

you two were already basically married, now you’re also basically parents

will trap you in the scarf and drag you towards him to hold you when he’s had a bad day

he falls asleep at a desk, on a couch, at the dinner table a lot so you have a special blanket to drape over him when he doesn’t make it to the bed

his worst nightmare is someone taking his phone and seeing all the pictures of you he’s saved because they’re not pure

Tenya Iida

“are you giving her a piggy back ride?” “no it’s training” *runs away at top speed*

bakadere bakadere bakadere bakadere b

absolutely clueless when it comes to relationships

tries to study dating

ends up doing a lot of things that are really out of character for him because he read it on a forum or in a book or saw it in a video

it’s cute and you appreciate the gesture but uh... why

“what are you doing?” “...learning to be a good boyfriend.” “you already are a good boyfriend, stop being ridiculous.”

[steponmepinkjun]

Can i ask for a Cuddle Day of the main6 after a hard work week? 🥺 cuddles, They favorites things, whatever. Please, AND thanks

I like kinda went off on a tangent with this one lol. As inspiration strikes, I’ll add a part two later with the secondary LI’s, but for now, my lil weasel brain gives you my vision of a comforting and romantic weekend with the main three 😌I hope this makes you feel as warm and fuzzy as it made me feel boo thang 💓

A long-awaited weekend with Asra, Julian, and Nadia X GN!MC after a hard work week uwu 🥰✨ 

WARNING: Brief mentions of spice.

Asra ~ 

He’s been looking forward to the weekend just as much as you, so he makes sure your calendar is cleared and the shop is closed, no exceptions. Everything’s an adventure with Asra, even your trip to the market friday evening to get all the supplies for a weekend in: tons of snacks, extra candles, probably a new set of matching pajamas because Asra is definitely That Partner, and some stuff for laid-back hobby time like yarn for Faust’s sweaters or a new sketchbook for you.

He decks the bed out in all of your softest linens and pillows, surrounds the canopy with fairy lights and floating lanterns, and busts out the breakfast trays so you can lay in bed eating and cuddling to your heart’s content.

He’s like… definitely not letting you get out of bed unless it’s an emergency. He’s gonna insist on bringing all your food to you, rubbing your tired feet, brushing your hair and massaging your shoulders. 

If you absolutely insist on bathing over your two day staycation, you better believe he’s sliding into the tub with you.

He also covertly makes sure the bedside drawer that houses your um. Shared devices and um. Apparatuses. Has a few full vials of oil and maybe some aphrodisiac incense or a new toy for the two of you to test out. (If he can’t keep you in bed by tempting you with treats and creature comforts, he’ll simply ensure your legs are too wobbly to walk.)

Julian ~

He’s taking you out on the boat. Get ready for a weekend of seaside sunsets, fresh seafood, and the unique kind of privacy that comes with being out on the ocean ;)

He’ll want to fish together if you’re up for it, and then cook your catch together, preferably over a nice bottle of wine (or three) and followed with a silly love-struck serenade accompanied by his vielle. Having you all to himself, he won’t be able to resist peppering every conversation with cheesy but completely sincere comments (“The most alluring siren in all the seas is right here at my side, what a lucky pirate I am” “You leave me more awe-struck than all the sunsets this salty sea dog has ever seen, my dear” “When I cast my gaze upon the streets of Vesuvia, I never imagined a catch like this”) always followed with a wink

He can and will suggest you eat your dessert directly off his sun-reddened chest, whether he’s sober or otherwise. If you grin and accept… The Trademark Flustered Horny Julian Face(™)

He’ll take you up to the crows nest and point out all the stars and constellations--a few are clearly made up pirate wishwash, surely there’s no constellation called the Buxom Beauty or the Seven-Sworded Sea Scalliwag

You’re on a boat, all alone, surrounded by rigging and the soothing sounds of the waves… please for the love of all that is holy, tie this man down like he’s in danger of being washed away, put on a Captain’s hat, and drown him in your own storm.

Nadia ~

Nadia knows exactly how to spoil you at the palace spa, or a no expenses spared trip to the Heart district, but this weekend she senses you both need something… different.

It might be a little risky, should anyone find out, but she’s more than capable on her own--she shirks the royal guards, wraps you both in common plainclothes, and you whirl away into the anonymous night. Your shipride to Prakra is filled with hushed giggles and wrapped in colorful scarves to conceal your identities, and she lulls you to sleep in your cramped bunk with her long, elegant fingers massaging your scalp and her lips whispering promises of the days to come, how she will show you the secret Prakra that only she knows, explored in her youth on stolen nights in secret from her royal upbringing.

The streets of the Prakran commons are crowded with street vendors and caravans selling every kind of ware, and if your eye lingers too long on any one food fair or trinket she’ll discreetly exchange a handful of coins with the merchant, and by midday your shoulder bag of loot is almost full, as is your stomach. She’s a fierce bargainer from behind her cunning veil and cleverly catches the hands of two pickpockets before they can abscond with their haul--seeing your dignified and noble Nadia holding her own in an urban sprawl is not surprising, but certainly exciting.

She’ll take you to all the tiny hidden cafes and bookshops she would sneak out to as a teenager (when she could allude her handlers), and as the sun nears its setting point you travers a seemingly infinite and senseless maze of tall, skinny apartments and old crumbling shops to emerge at a hidden corner-balcony overlooking a steep redrock cliff above the sea. She’ll brush her hands over your cheeks and grip your hand tightly, taking her veil down only long enough to steal a deep and tender kiss from her partner in crime. That night she pulls you tightly against her and hardly lets go all through the warm Prakran night, even though the air feels like hot, wet velvet around you both.

A few times over the weekend, a passerby or street vendor will eye Nadia curiously, you can see their minds working to unravel the mystery of this strange, compelling person in front of them, and when you return to Vesuvia under the cover of night the couriers have delivered a short and incredulous note from the Satrinava family--”There are rumors swirling that you’ve been seen in Prakra--this cannot be true, no? Surely our dearest Didi would visit her family first and foremost”--but neither of you pay it much mind. Let the Countess have her privacy.

[dudeandduchess]

Hi🥺💕 can I please have a Kyojuro x reader where Kyojuro has been crushing on the reader for a while (and vise versa) —the both of them get quite drunk one night and the next morning Kyojuro wakes up next to the reader and he’s just like 😳 cUs he doesn’t remember a thing (there was no intimacy from what he remembers not-that anyone would have minded, let’s be honest here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but he thinks the reader accidentally walked into his room in their drunken haze)**

Awww thank you so much, bby! And of course, I hope you like it! :D No worries about it being too detailed. Ahaha. I kind of prefer detailed reqs as opposed to vague ones. But either are fine with me. Lmao.

***

Kyōjurō x Pillar F!S/O: The Morning After (SFW Scenario):

Kyōjurō’s head felt like he had hit it against a tree way too many times to count. But he knew that he couldn’t have possible been knocked around; as he was sure that he was still at the ryōkan where he and all his fellow Hashira had stayed the night.

He remembered drinking so much sake, and then stumbling to his room— while Iguro and Kanroji had tried to be sneaky with their own escape.

After seeing them together, he couldn’t remember anything else. His mind drew a clear blank; as if he had been really knocked out.

It didn’t help that the back of his head felt so sore. So, he reckoned that someone really did hit him hard on the back of the head.

And, when he readjusted his head on the pillow, it was only then that he realized that someone was laying on his chest. His gaze immediately snapped down at the person, and his eyes almost bugged out of his head in surprise.

Because, right there, sleeping soundly on his chest was the woman he’d liked for so long: The Snow Hashira, (L/n) (Y/n).

Kyōjurō’s heart instantaneously stopped beating in his chest. His brain had also ceased to function, as he didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to push her away from him because she was making his body react so embarrassingly, while another part wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her close until she woke up.

However, he did neither of the two. He merely stayed frozen in place— like a coward.

“U-uh... (L/n)...” The young man called softly, which made the woman next to him gently stir awake. “Wake up.”

And, at that, the Snow Hashira sprung awake. She sat up so abruptly that she had to take a few seconds to adjust to her surroundings.

Unlike Kyōjurō, she wasn’t blessed with having no memory of the night before. She’d always prided herself in having such a good memory and zero retention for a hangover, even though she was drunk out of her mind.

But, it was at that moment when she realized that she would have rather suffered a really horrible hangover, rather than remember all of the things she’d done last night...

Which resulted into the weird situation they were at.

To make matters worse, no matter how hard she tried to suppress her thoughts, everything that hat transpired last night played in (Y/n)’s head like a movie.

***

(Y/n) resisted against Mitsuri’s grip on her shoulders, as her tears continuously flowed down her face in a tasteless display of her drunkenness.

Her friend had dragged her away with Iguro to tuck her in, as she was getting too rowdy to stay with all the other Hashira.

She looked nothing like the esteemed Snow Hashira that she was, and more like a crazy woman in love; emphasis on the in love part.

Still, Mitsuri stayed by her and held her down to keep her from doing something that she would regret in the morning.

“Please, Mitsuri. I need to tell Rengoku that I love him,” (Y/n) uttered through a loud sob, which made her friend look at her with a pitying gaze. She was so sloshed that she had lost all sense of rational thought; all that was left in her was a desperately smitten woman.

But the Love Hashira wasn’t going to let her make a fool of herself. “That can wait until tomorrow, (Y/n). Preferably when you’re sober.”

“But I am sober. I feel fine.”

She really didn’t look ‘fine’ at all, but Mitsuri didn’t say anything, in fear of starting a whole new breakdown that she wouldn’t be able to pacify.

“Just sleep on it, (Y/n). Please.” Kanroji released her friend’s shoulders then, before using the pads of her thumbs to wipe away the tear tracks on the other Hashira’s face. “Sleep.”

And (Y/n) complied... or, at least, she pretended to.

She closed her already-heavy eyes, and laid in wait until the other woman exited the room. And once the shoji had been shut, and the sound of Kanroji’s footsteps had disappeared, (Y/n) threw the blanket off of her and crawled over to the door.

She would have gotten up on her feet, but her world felt like it was spinning; so she settled for just staying close to the ground, in case she fell flat on her face.

Quickly, and as quietly as possible, she crawled her way down the hall— stopping right outside what she knew to be Rengoku’s room, before entering without preamble.

However, what she saw made her pause in the doorway.

Rengoku was there, yes, but he was sitting upright with the top half of his yukata already pooled around his hips.

The sight was enough to make (Y/n)’s mouth water.

“Oh, hey, (L/n). What’re you doing there? Come over here; sit next to me.” Rengoku beckoned with a laugh, which made (Y/n) blush madly. Yet, she still obeyed the Flame Hashira’s words.

She closed the shoji behind her, then crawled over to him on all fours; only, her right hand got caught on the edge of the futon which had her stumbling forward...

Right into her love interest’s chest.

Kyōjurō hadn’t anticipated that happening, and his alcohol addled brain was too slow to react, so he couldn’t brace himself for impact.

Hence, the reason why he had fallen on to the floor and hit the back of his head against the sturdy hardwood. He had lost consciousness after that, while she carefully pulled his body back onto the futon.

And that was when she’d passed out against his chest, but not without telling him what she’d sought him out to tell him in the first place.

“I love you, Rengoku.”

***

And, with blatant horror etched on her face, (Y/n) scrambled up to her feet and was about to make a run for it, when she felt a warm hand encircle her right wrist in a sturdy grasp.

An involuntary squeak left her lips at that, but she turned back to see a really disoriented Rengoku sitting upright already. His hair was everywhere, and on his face were the traces of pillow creases, but his eyes remained as bright and astute as ever.

However, it was the blatant blush on his cheeks that put out all of the fight that (Y/n) had inside her.

He was clearly as embarrassed as she was at the situation; and she couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. After all, it was her fault in the first place.

“(Y/n),” Kyōjurō began hesitantly, as he mustered up the courage to look into her eyes. And when he did, he swore that his heart was going to burst with how hard it pounded inside his chest. Her hair was like a bird’s nest, and he could see the remnants of dried tear tracks on her face; her bottom lip was also a bit swollen— which made him think of how rough he must have been with her.

She remained quiet though, as she didn’t know what to say to him.

So, Kyōjurō took that chance to continue. “No matter what happens, I’ll take responsibility for the baby. I... well, I’ve loved you all this time, and I’m hoping that you can learn to love me back while we build a family of our own-”

He couldn’t even continue, as (Y/n)’s wide-eyed gaze zeroed in on him— as if he had genuinely lost his mind.

“B-but if you don’t want to stay together, that’s fine as well. Just...“

“K-Kyōjurō,” The young woman stammered out, as her nerves gnawed at her already shaky confidence. “I... nothing happened between us, but... I love you, too. I always have.”

((If you liked my work, please consider buying me a coffee. UwU Every coffee will go towards taking care of my dogs’ daily needs. Thank you so, so much!))

[abbacchios-sunflower]

Cute Christmasy Abbacchio x Reader Drabbles uwu

I love Christmas and I’m way too soft for Abbacchio, what can I say? I’ve never really wrote self insert stuff before but like, it’s kinda fun lol, if people like actually this stuff enough/I’m feeling confident, maybe I’ll try writing an actual self insert fic with some of the scenarios lol, maybe?? idk

It’s more or less self indulgent, sfw, reader is a short af stand user in Passione, everybody lives au because fuck you canon, let my goth man and his pals be happy lmao.

Under a cut just because it’s kinda long lol.

Abbacchio loved Christmas as a kid, but kind of fell out of love with it the older he got, especially after he was thrown out of the police force. He doesn’t hate the holiday or anything, it just kind of depresses him seeing the others having fun and he can’t find a whole lot of joy in much anymore. The only thing he tolerates is the little Christmas party the gang has at the hideout, but even then, he’s only there for the booze when it comes down to it (which Bruno always keeps an eye on him, just in case he tries to have too much).

But he has you now too, and having someone always around that deeply cares about and loves him makes things a little better every day, so he tries to enjoy the holidays again, indulging you in whatever little traditions you always keep.

He wasn’t really one for decorating or anything himself, his mother and grandmother did all that when he was young, but you do need him to hang some stuff you just can’t reach, to which he obliges (he finds your short height so darn cute). After it’s all done, he kind of forgot how cozy and nice everything looked this time of year, he’s glad you wanted to do this.

Without you realizing however, he himself decides to help more with decorating and manages to hang some mistletoe in every single doorway in your shared apartment, that way he has an excuse to kiss you every time either of you come in and out of a room, and he definitely holds true to it.

He doesn’t care for the cold, but it also means he gets super extra cuddly when you’re together. Most nights you both fall asleep on the couch together, snuggled up to each other as close as you can get, watching old black and white movie reruns

Surprisingly, Abbacchio knows how to bake thanks to his grandmother, but he rarely did it for just himself. None of the guys know about it, he’s a pretty private guy anyways, so it’s definitely a special thing that he let you know something like that about him. It just came up one day when he saw you bought some boxed sugar cookie mix to make Christmas cookies and was frankly appalled by its presence on the counter.

“Dolcezza, amore mia, what are you doing with that cheap, boxed shit? Have you ever had one of my nonna’s cannolis?? Get a bowl out and come over here, she gave me the recipe, if you tell anyone this, I’ll kill you… pfft, you don’t ever buy this store bought shit with me around” (he doesn’t mean it of course, he can just be a bit hyperbolic, but if he’s sharing a family recipe with you, that’s huge honor, he really adores you)

You get those matching ugly Christmas sweaters for you both, sure he’ll say he hates it when you first show it to him, but you see him wearing it whenever you put yours on, silently accepting it, you make sure to get a picture of him in it.

The power goes out for the night thanks to a thunderstorm so taking the opportunity for a cozy night in, you light the fireplace and make a blanket nest on the floor in front of it for you both to sleep in. You fall asleep tangled up together, exchanging many soft kisses and snuggles.

It’s a bit tricky hiding gifts because he can be so damn impatient and can use Moody Blues to trace where you hid the gift. You manage to catch him in the act of using replay though on you and he gives up the search.

You spend Christmas Eve alone together, Abbacchio takes you out to dinner and when you get back to the apartment, you turn on the radio for a bit while you get ready for bed when he gently grabs your waist, holding you very closely. You giggle as he slowly dances with you for a bit, just enjoying your presence.

Christmas morning was rather quiet, you make breakfast together and finally exchange gifts. Your day has been crashed though because Trish and guys show up to the apartment. Abbacchio’s visibly irritated by the intrusion, wanting it to be a nice day with you, but you kiss his cheek and smile, that alone softens him up.

“Thank you for a wonderful Christmas, dolcezza” he quietly rubs noses with you and sweetly kisses your forehead.

[quailthekenku]

Back-and-forth Dialogue With A Friend: Callie Visits the Conquerors

(Callie belongs to Toblerone, who is an awesome artist and also one of my best friends so please check her out thank you UwU)

(Also none of this is canon sry)

- me

~ Toble

-- Setting the scenery/explaining the scenario to Toble --

“-It's kind of like a medieval kingdom with high-technology. The floor is made of marble tiles. The planet is only half of a destroyed planet conquered by the organization long ago.

- There're illumise propaganda banners and quotes plastered around every corner or being projected onto screens that hang over the city.

- And there're controlled soldiers marching patrols amidst the conversating people of mixed factions as they run amuck through the city. Some poor scmuck in a mask is being apprehended by some soldiers for graffitiing a building around the corner. People stick to their own factions mainly, especially when it comes to anyone in the Interceptor faction (Characterized by grey/black eyes instead of blue or red)

-  "Some other places that you could visit are the Reclaimer Sector" Quail said, her astral finger pointing to the left through a cyan arch,

-  "The Interceptor Sector," She continued, pointing to a grey brick gateway in front of them,

-  "And the main Pavillion, which no one really uses because they don't get a long too well is over there too." She threw a thumb over her shoulder at the pristine white and black archway marked with the Illumise insignia on it. "The boss of this place lives up there," Quail turned around and pointed at a cylindrical tower extending up from the Pavillion, which was topped by a sphere of one-way glass, "But no one goes there. It's crawling with elite guards, and no one visits him unless he wants them to."

-  "Good luck," she grinned mischievously, and promptly vanished.

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~ Calli stared out onto the street. It was very different then the smooth walls and streets of the cities she had lived in.

- Around the corner sat three figures, conversing in low, excited voices, all wearing crimson cloaks. One had theirs pulled over their head, who seemed to be talking the most.

~  Her eyes landed on them, and she stared for what could be a little too long, wondering.

-  The three figures continued talking until one of them, with fiery pink hair buzzed on one side, noticed her looking. Callie noticed the metal plate and eye grotesquely grafted onto the left side of her face. The hooded figure rolled up a piece of paper that the three of them had been looking at.

~  Calli only raised an eyebrow, she was almost 60 percent metal herself anyway. 

~ She then realized her ears and tail were in plain view, and she stepped back to hide them.

-  The hooded figure turned towards her, a suspicious frown barely visible on his face. "You don't seem like you're from around here," He said suspiciously.

~  "You would be correct." Calli answered.

-  He walked toward her, pocketing the paper inside his cape, and held his hand out expectantly. "ID?" He asked.

~  "I've done nothing wrong," She said. "But I suppose I'll humor you." Calli raised a metal gloved hand and a hologram shot into the air, showing her name and other info common for an ID. It was a fake ID, of course. Calli had no intention of being truthful to a rude stranger.

-  The other two cloaked figures looked at her hologram ID in a mixture of shock, confusion, then a sort of sinister smirk. In front of them, the hooded figure smirked, then pulled something from his pocket. The second cloaked figure was now moving behind the hooded figure, and walking silently behind Callie. "I meant one of these, sweetheart," He said sweetly, holding out a square of metal and glass in one biker-gloved hand. It sparked, then bright red letters scrolled across the glass panel's surface. "But close enough." The second figure grabbed her from behind.

~  Calli smirked. 

~  She twisted and threw her attacker on the ground, so hard that a snapping sound could be heard. She then half morphed her arms, until they were sharp, battle ready weapons. "Bad idea." She hissed angrily. Her ears and tails became visible again, and her tail lashed angrily around her legs. Calli’s ears were pinned flat against her head.

-  The second cloaked figure groaned on the ground. The hooded figure smirked, then snickered, which turned into a full scale laugh. He abruptly cut off, and pulled a small pen-like rod from another pocket in his cape. He flicked his hand out, and it extended into a shortstaff. The end crackled with red electricity. He lifted his hood, Surge stared at the freak with his mismatched eyes, one cornflower blue and the other black and red, through the metal plate covering half his head. Twelve sets of coordinated footsteps were approaching from the right. "You've poked the wasp's nest, freak," He said sinisterly, red electricity sparking from his staff. "Be ready to get stung." He lunged at her.

~   She smiled. Within seconds, her helmet engulfed her head, hiding her face under a black metal helmet and a turquoise visor. Her whole body was now in the black metal suit, and she moved deftly, jumping forward to meet him. She hit him backwards and he stumbled back a few steps. Calli then pulled a black sword from seemingly nowhere and it blazed to electric blue life. "I see you want to play with lightning." A electronic voice echoed, mockingly.

-  This weirdo might be a handful, Surge thought as he fell back onto his knees, then shook himself. Reinforcements should be here any minute now. Besides, I didn't become the general for nothing. He gritted his teeth and stood up. "More like a short-circuited toaster." he taunted as he strolled past her. She swung at him, and Surge immediately dodged under, sweeping her legs out from under her. "Believe me, you'll be taken care of in no time," He finished as he prepared to swing at her again. 

~   She threw a small box at the wall, a similar box in her hand. In a flash of blue, she teleported out from under him, and she stuck to the wall. "Ah, sweetheart doesn't understand what he's dealing with." she turned her sword from blue (stun), to red (kill). "I'm sorry to take you down so soon." She leapt off the wall and swung her sword, and she saw it get so close that his cloak began to burn.

-  After barely dodging the blade that swung above him, Surge leaped into the air and shouted, "You're one to talk!" Didn't wanna have to try using this, he thought hesitantly, a blue glow beginning to emit from his hands. The two soldiers on the ground, after seeing the glow, immediately scrambled to their feet and ran away. He focused his concentration into one plea, repeating over and over: A beam of light. A beam of fire. A beam of lightning. A beam of... FOR THELOVE OF G0D JUST MAKE IT SOMETHING EFFECTIVE FOR ONCE. The energy gathered in his hands, and he unleashed the unpredictable energy towards the cyborg. It frazzled in midair, then grew bigger and more triangular until a full-sized grand piano was hurtling towards Callie. That works, Surge thought as he landed stomach down on the ground.

~   Calli started for a second and took a step back as the piano slammed powerfully into her energy shield. It knocked her back a bit. "Fine, if I stop fighting will you just imprison me?"

-  Surge got up steadily, trying hard to mask the relief on his face while he answered, "Gladly." Two hands grabbed Callie from behind, handcuffing her as they escorted her towards the middle pavillion. They put a blindfold over her eyes, and sounds around her indicated she was in an elevator going downwards. The blindfold lifted from her vision, showing her a mess of an underground laboratory. The walls were covered halfway with tally marks. Stasis chambers, all but one of them empty, lined the rim of the semicircular room. A few corpses littered the room, their bodies covered in marks from a scalpel. A steel door covered in claw marks stood on the back wall. A girl with wolf ears silently rocked in the left corner, and a teenage boy with bright seafoam hair was chopping a severed finger into tiny bits with a bloodied scalpel in the right. He looked up as Callie was shoved into the room. "You'll stay here until we find a way to use you," the voice of one of the soldiers said ominously from the elevator. "Try to survive until then.” The doors closed behind him.

~  Calli went freely, as she knew she could kill everyone in the elevator without thinking about it. However hard her opponent had tried, she could tell he was relieved. She didn't like to kill when she didn't have to. She stepped into the room, and tore the blindfold off. Calli surveyed the few people and stood silently.

-  The teal-haired teen looked up from the gore he was cutting and smiled, waving one chained hand. 3, said a number on his white bloodstained longsleeved shirt."Heya, Catgirl! They leave you for dead too?"

~  Calli let her suit recede into nothingness, and she stepped forward. Looking totally human now.

~ "Yes." was all she said. 

-  "Great! Nice suit ya had there. Or was I just seeing things again?" He tilted his head, looking from his scalpel back to her. He stood up, and the chains around his hands flashed green for a moment. "Name's Vian. Welcome to the Failure club!!! That is, unless you can somehow magically get us out of this place."

~  "You saw a suit. And I can. Get you out, I mean." Calli turned to look at him. "My name is Calli, in case you were wondering."

-  "Nice to meet you, Cassee! I'm Vian." He reached his hand out to shake hands with her, but the chain on his hand pulled it back, flashing a cautionary yellow. "That over there's Scion," He introduced, pointing to the figure in the stasis chamber wearing a respirator. "And that's Threshen," He groaned, pointing forlornly at the rocking figure in the other corner. "I think she's a little bit off her rocker, if you know what I mean," He stage-whispered.

~  "I see." She said politely. "Well, do you want out of here? I can get us out in a snap-"

-  The girl suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream that filled the room, and Vian plugged his ears. "SEE WHAT I MEAN?!" He shouted over her as she continued to scream.

-   Threshen stopped screaming and continued rocking in place. "THAT WOULD BE LOVELY, CARLIE," He continued, seemingly unaware that she had stopped screaming, "IF THE GUARDS WEREN'T PATROLLING OUTSIDE." His chains flashed yellow again. "I COULD PROBABLY HELP BETTER," He continued, "IF I DIDN'T HAVE THESE CHAINS ON ME." He gestured to the black metal chains around his wrists.

~   "I can do something about those too," She said. "And she's stopped screaming, you can talk normally again." Her ears moved forward.

-  "Oh," He said. "Right." The elevator made a whirring noise, as if someone was beginning their descent down.

~  Calli turned quickly and ran at the elevator doors. She ripped them open with super human strength, and then she reached in and tore the elevator cable. The sound of something heavy falling whizzed past and a muffled scream reached their ears too.

-  The elevator fell to the bottom of the shaft, a woman in a white, blue and red robe sprawled on the ground.

~  Calli looked down at her in disgust.

-  Vian gasped. "Is she dead?" He said excitedly.

~  "I don't think so." Calli said. "Who is she?"

- "Oh, one of those converter people," He said, waving his hand. "Probably come to make you into another soldier."

- "Another pawn."

~  Calli stepped over to the woman, and kicked her in the jaw, knocking her unconscious.

-  "Another slave," He pressed, slowly leaning forward on his chains.

~  "Now, do you want to get out or not?"

-  Vian's eyes lit up. "R-r-really?" He hesitated, looking down at the scalpel still in his hands, then back up at Callie with a fearful expression. "I... Don't think that's a good idea..."

~  "Why so?" She asked. "Anything would be better then living down here in fear." Calli's eyes darkened. "Even death."

-  He stood fearfully. "I've done things," he admitted, gesturing at the bodies of scientists strewn all over the floor, "Bad things. I... don't trust myself." He was straining against the chains now, and they were flashing orange on and off now.

~  "But why throw away your chance to change?" She asked. "I've done horrible, even evil things myself. But I've changed myself. I'm much better now."

-  Vian stopped, contemplated this, and smiled. "You're right. Let's get out of this place."

~  Calli grinned. ~ "I knew you'd come around." She said, then stepped toward him. "Do you mind if I..?" She pointed at his hands.

-  He stepped away from his chains , holding them tight and away from him so she could cut them. The chains flashed red, and a burst of blue light sparked on the cuffs on Vian's wrists with an electric ZAP. He yelped and collapsed to the ground in pain, then rose slowly and gestured for Callie to cut them. 

~  Calli first wrapped metal gloves hands around them, and the dull black glow slowly dimmed, and then, she plucked them off effortlessly and dropped them to the floor.

-  Vian stared at the rings of Litchenberg scars that marred his wrists. "T...Thank you," he said in bewilderment. Threshen stood behind them, stumbling slowly towards the door, glaring at Vian as she passed with her glassy eye. The other was scratched out. Calli noticed that Threshen's right arm was missing as Threshen sat in the elevator shaft's base.

~  She shook her head. "it's just what I do." She gestured, "Follow me, and then, she walked to the other side of the room, away from the elevator."

- Vian smiled and nodded, walking toward the door with her. When Threshen didn't follow, he sighed, took her hand and dragged her toward the door, despite her screaming, clawing and thrashing.

~  When Calli stopped at a wall with no door and far away at the elevator, Vian seemed confused. "Come closer. I'm blowing the stilts off this building and if you're anywhere out of my shield you'll be killed." Calli began to place at least six or seven glowing charges in a circle around her, all electric blue.

-  He stood in shock for a second, then nodded solemnly, dragging Threshen closer in as the three of them braced for impact. "Welp," Vian murmured low under his breath, "Guess the Clone's gone." 

~  "Do you want me to get Scion?" She asked, "I haven't set the charges yet."

-  "He's got weird regenerative powers," He explained. "Being a clone of the boss, and all that. He'll be fine."

~  "Alright," She said. A blue shield went up around them, and the charges began to beep. "Get ready, it's gonna be loud."

-  "Roger that," He said, covering his ears, and gesturing for Threshen to do the same.

~  A loud cracking sound came first, and outside the shield a blue smoke seemed to attack the energy field. Then the blackness came, filled with blue lightning. The building began to collapse, falling in on itself and pieces of the walls and ceiling began to hit the shield like hail. 

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We had to stop at this point because of the fact of it being near midnight but...

Some ideas of what I believe would’ve happened:

1. Vian played Callie and goes crazy stabbing everyone once he gets to the surface, including Callie, and they have a “OMG YOU BETRAYED ME D:” Talk. 

2. Callie would’ve met with the boss of Illumise, severely injured/killed them, and left. :>

So ya that was fun!!! UwU

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The Neverending Story, 5

uwu reader realizes they actually have feelings uwu.

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The sun was setting as you stood on your back porch, the sky turning a pastel orange and pink. While your face looked emotionless, your brain was running through today’s memories. 

You thought Beetlejuice wouldn’t have went in the attic if it was locked, he should know some boundaries shouldn’t be crossed. But you were dumb to think that, he invaded your privacy and took it as a joke. Still you don’t want to hate him, while you’d never say it outloud. You like his presence, his attitude. He brings some once lost personality back into your home. 

His appearance could do better but at this point you can’t imagine him looking like anything else. His greasy hair that bugs nest in, his striped suit that he claimed to have been buried in. You really doubt that at one point he was an actual human but you’ve met some worse ones. 

With a sigh you sit on your porch swing, it creaks under your weight. The sun now sits on the horizon, black and blue was starting to fade into the sky. It’s been decades since you’ve been this long in a presence of another ‘living’ being, at first you were just uncomfortable from thinking about him but now he’s the only thing you’ve been thinking about lately. 

It’s disgusting. When he grabs your shoulders to annoy you, you hold back your vomit. When he smiles or smirks at you you clench your head in pain. When he makes an unwanted joke you… you laugh. 

When he floats next to you, you’re heart races. When he looks in your eyes to do an unprompted staring contest, you blush. God what is this feeling again? You’re not sure but you don’t like it. 

Love, it’s called love, you may be old but you’re not dumb. It’s been ages since you’ve last felt any romantic feelings towards anyone, dead or alive. Not saying you’re touched starved but sometimes you do crave the feeling of being held, loved, wanted. Needed. 

But he’s not the type of person you expect to do any of that. Instead you expect him to burp in your face after eating a bug, to scare you when you’re in the shower, to….. To kiss you when you look into his eyes. To hold you when you’re in another depressive episode. No..he’s not the type of person that would do any of that.

A cough scares you out of your small mental breakdown. 

“Uh..babes?” You look up to see Beetlejuice standing, he’s hiding something behind his back. 

“What’s up, Beej?” You asked as you felt your cheeks heat up. He looks..cleaner. 

Beetlejuice looked away embarrassed, “I..I got you something to make up for snoopin.” He slowly revealed what he had behind his back and you gasped. 

A venus fly trap. It’s bigger than a regular one you’ve seen, its mouth looks like actual lips and for a second you were reminded of the iconic musical ‘Little Shop of Horrors.’. 

“I know how ya like plants and all.” Beetlejuice nodded over to the expansive garden and you laughed. 

“What gave you that idea?” You said and he chuckled, scooting over he sat next to you. Putting the plant in your lap you stared at it in awe. 

“He’s a beauty ain’t he?” Beetlejuice said and you looked up at him. 

“Thank you, Beetlejuice.” You smiled and looked down at the plant. 

“I’ll name him Audrey two.” From the corner of your eye you saw Beetlejuice smiling, not at the plant but at you. 

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Name: mars uwu (not really, more of a nickname but y'know)

Nicknames: my family calls me moly, mo or how my mum calls me molita; peeps at uni call me mery or mari or my name (it's fun how many names can i have)

Zodiac: i'm a centaur aka sagittarius! :D

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Favorite flower: lavender and other kind of purple flowers

Favorite scent: lavander again, eucalyptus and mangoes <333 and just that warm scent of travelling to tropical places

Favorite color: green! like dark green and blue, dark blue, and purple/lilac

Favorite animal: dinosaurs lol, also felines i love all kinds of felines

Coffee, tea or, cocoa: all three! depending on my mood and the weather

Favorite fictional character: the first one that came to my head was samwise from lotr, also this girl (Nadia) from my favourite book trilogy and flowey (and papyrus) from ut bc i can't leave them out of this lol

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Dog or cat person: i love both a lot! not more of anything, in this house we stan all kinds of animals

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