#so uh please don't let my emotion get in the way of me being able to be taken seriously

[noxtivagus]

hmmm. oh my god my mind is a mess i rlly can't write what i want to rn but i will just Dump

[jvnluvr]

blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡

when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.

ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33

itoshi sae:

god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.

he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.

you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.

"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.

"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"

what..?

your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.

"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.

"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?

sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."

he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.

michael kaiser:

"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.

“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.

"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.

"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.

"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.

"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.

"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.

"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.

"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.

itoshi rin:

rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.

"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.

"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.

"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.

so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.

"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."

"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.

"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.

[athenasdaydreams]

okay i should be studying for my bio final but i couldnt stop thinking of jj maybank asking kook!reader's parents for permission to marry you (still on s2 of outerbanks idk what happened after that....)

jj, at 23 years old, thinks its so archaic to ask your parents for permission to marry you. hes been thinking about it for months now. he would much rather pick you up and go over to a courthouse and get it done with. not a flashy type of guy. but, growing up rich, you had mentioned so many times about a dream wedding and who was he to deny his girl's wishes. youd mentioned it so many times, even going as far as sending him your wedding pinterest board after being inspired by sarah and john b's shotgun wedding (or rather in an effort to make sure jj didn't expect you guys to have a shotgun wedding).

sarah cameron wanted to be as much of a pogue as possible, while you were reluctant to give up your kook lifestyle of dior lipgloss and chanel handbags. that was exactly why after taking up a second job at the wreck, a loan from the bank, a third job cleaning some kook's boat, and another loan from the guy at the fishing store (he didnt know it yet but jj was sure he'd pay him back), jj stood outside your family's mansion with a gold band tucked in his back pocket, and some pictures of some houses he was looking at, ready on his phone. he felt like he'd been standing out there for hours. 'now or never, maybank,' he mumbled as he wiped his hands on his old faded blue jeans which had been paired with pope's white button up, knocking on the door.

the woman who opened up the door looked exactly like you, just about 40 years older. 'evening mrs l/n, i'm jj maybank, your granddaughter's boyfriend.'

after giving him a scrutinising once over, she said 'she's not here,' and attempted to close the door. jj made sure to tell her that he wanted to talk to your parents about something important, and she somewhat reluctantly let him in.

your mother was sitting on the couch, reading the latest edition of vogue (something he could picture you doing a few years in the future) while your father had presumably just gotten back from work, enjoying some expensive looking drink while talking to his wife about his day.

'mr and mrs l/n?'

both of them whipped their heads around and looked towards jj.

'jonathan?'

he was regretting ever telling you his full name, more so regretting letting you introduce him to your parents like that, during that one horrible dinner that ended with you and your mom crying and your dad and jj almost killing each other. as time passed, they stopped hating him so much, but some resentment remained.

'uh, jj is fine. listen, i gotta talk to you guys about something'

'you didn't get her pregnant did you?!' your father stood up, trying to intimidate him. what for, he didn't know.

'NO no i didn't! i promise!!' he said as he stood in front of them, reaching into his back pocket. 'I came here to ask for your permission to marry your daughter.' your mom looked like she was about to have a stroke and your dad was about to protest.

'listen, before you guys say anything, i want you to know that your daughter was the best thing to ever happen to me. i love her more than anything in the world and i would sacrifice everything, including my own life for her. i know you guys think i don't have the means to support her or give her the life she deserves and i agree. i'll never be able to give her the life she truly deserves but that doesn't mean i'll try. i've taken up 2 more jobs to buy her this ring and save up for a house- its really nice by the way, i have some photos-and i would take up all the jobs in the world just to give her the life she wants. so please, please let me marry your daughter,' jj said in what felt like one breath.

your father was shocked and your emotional mother was on the verge of tears.

"jj?"

at the sound of your voice, jj turned around to be met with your confused face. "i didn't know we had plans today... and why're you dressed like that?"

he turned to your father, who gave him the slightest nod, signalling him to approach you.

"i had a whole thing planned to do this, with dinner and candles 'n shit, but i feel like if i dont do this now im going to explode."

"jj, what do you mean? you're scaring me." you looked at him with concern, the poor boy looked like he was about to pass out.

he got onto one knee and held out the ring he had bought for you.

"from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were something special. you were unlike anyone else I’ve ever met. And now, standing here in front of you…I’m pretty damn sure that i wouldn't wanna spend my life with anyone but you."

your vision started blurring from the tears in your eyes.

"will you marry me?"

[kylie-writes-stuff]

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pairing: Nick Miller x reader word count: 1.8k summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read. a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) not my gif!

You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.

You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.

You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.

You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.

Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.

The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.

They really need to start locking it, you thought.

You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.

"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"

You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.

"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.

"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."

You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.

"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"

"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."

"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"

You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."

"Yes! You want a beer?"

"God, yes please."

You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.

You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.

Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.

It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.

He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.

Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.

That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.

It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.

Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.

"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"

Nick nodded.

How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.

You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.

"I broke up with him."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."

"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."

"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.

His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"

You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.

"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.

Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.

"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."

Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.

You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.

You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.

Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.

Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...

"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.

"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.

You handed Nick your phone.

New Messages! Derek Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me Fuck you I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch

"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.

Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?

Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.

"Wait- What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.

“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”

“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.

You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.

The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.

He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.

You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.

"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.

"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."

You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...

You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.

Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.

"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.

"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.

As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.

He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."

You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.

"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."

"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.

She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.

"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."

[keyotos]

can i request a situationship fic w blade or/and jing yuan? i love your writing, btw!!

call me babe for the weekend

summary ⎯ situationships w/ blade and jing yuan!

tana's words ⎯ modern!au bc i don't know how to incorporate situationships in both their canon lives 😭

blade slightly suggestive. probably ooc. little angsty.

⎯ man he is the most confusing person to have situationships with. one moment he'll be so sweet and soft and then the next he has literally ignored you.

⎯ it's hot and cold with him and you don't know why, which pisses you off. his past plays a huge part in his emotional incompetence, but he would never let you know that, causing a drift in your relationship

⎯ he has his moments where he is being truthful with you about his feelings, but you find it hard to believe at times because of his actions.

⎯ you don't understand him or his actions or his words. how could one be so charming and then become so uncommunicative at the same time? so, you end up confronting him about it.

"blade," your voice is frigid, "do you need something?"

"just wanted to come inside," he leaned on the doorframe of your apartment door. curse him for being so attractive: his strong arms were lightly flexing as he leaned on the door. you might as well just have let him in. but you didn't; your resolve was fighting through.

"why are you showing up now?" your eyes narrowed. "it's late. i'm about to go to sleep."

blade crossed his arms, quickly sensing your hostility. you've never greeted him like this before. "can i not come by and see you?"

"you can't come by at eleven o'clock at night. especially not after i have gotten nothing but radio silence from you for five days." you snapped, body blocking the door. you knew that he would probably be able to get by with one push, but you tested your limits.

his expression softened. the gall he had, showing up at your house when it was nearly midnight, then proceeding to look at you with such a sincere expression that it causes you to melt. wait. what?

you cleared your throat, trying to shake off thoughts filled with blade. "come around another time," you try to shut the door on him, but blade holds the door in place with one hand.

"did i do something?" he asks in that sincere tone again. is he playing stupid, because there is no way he's serious right now.

you put your hands on the door, hiding behind it, "you came over to my house on saturday, slept with me, and i didn't even get to see you in the morning! and then, i don't hear anything from you for days! so yes, you did do something wrong."

"look," blade sighed, "i'm sorry. i've just been busy sorting out some⎯uh, things. i'll make it up to you, i promise."

he sounded so tired. apart of you wanted to ask him what happened and what did he go through throughout the past few days. but you needed to stand your ground. your "situationship" had been causing you to toss and turn in bed in the late hours of the night, wondering where the hell blade was.

"i'm not asking for you to make it up to me," you crossed your arms, "goodnight." you tried to shut the door, but blade slid through just in time.

"what are you doing?!" you hissed, "didn't i just tell you goodnight. that means it's your cue to leave."

"not until you tell me what's wrong," he tilted his head down to look at you. he needed to observe your expressions; you always were the most expressive person in the room, so maybe your expression will tell him what went wrong.

he couldn't lose you either.

you scoff, walking away from him, "i did. what don't you get about that?"

you headed inside your bedroom and grabbed a blanket and one pillow. at first, blade thought you were telling him to sleep on the couch until you said, "bed's yours. i'm sleeping on the couch tonight. don't bother me."

"please," he walked closer to you, "please don't be like that. i promise you that i'll atone for whatever i've done," blade placed his hands on your shoulders, locking you in place, "i'm sorry."

you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face, "i already told you this! i'm not asking for you to make it up for me. and i'm not asking you for an apology either. i just want you to realize that you're an asshole!" you move out of his grasp.

"what?" blade asked, speechless.

"fine! since you can't figure it out, i'll spell it out for you!" you brought your hands out in front of you, waving them around. blade told you once that you had a habit of talking with your hands. he said it while you two were still in bed with each other on a late night. the scenario seemed so endearing in a way that it seemed, domestic, almost. you chose to ignore that, however, focusing on the task at hand.

"you came over to my apartment at twelve in the morning on a night where i was supposed to be studying," the way you spoke was slow, as if you were lecturing a child, "and then, we proceeded to sleep with each other! and in the morning, there's no traces of you at all. and i don't hear from you again for days."

"you treat me as if i'm expendable!" you burst out, "you come so late at night, sleep with me, and then you leave. what is it, blade? what am i to you? why do you come around so much and then ditch me? or⎯ why do you act so," you shake your hands, struggling to find a word. another habit blade noticed and commented on, "so endearing! some of the things we do are borderline domestic, yet i hear nothing from you for days on end."

"i'm tired of just being the person you just call up to sleep with. i'm tired of being abandoned. this has happened for so long. and i'm so exhausted, blade," you rubbed your eyes with your hands. your rant was about to succumb you to bed, "i'm tired of not knowing what we are and i'm tired of seeing you gone. for once, i just wanted you to stay."

"but it's obvious you don't want to stay," you threw your hands up in the air, exasperatedly. "so why don't you just go on your merry⎯"

calloused hands wrapped around your wrist as you turned around to the couch. fingers brushed over your veins, and when you turned you saw the softest look blade had ever given you. his eyes were full of melancholy, longing, and regret.

"did i⎯ really make you feel that way?" blade asked, guilt evident in his tone and appearance. where blade was inexpressive with his words, he was expressive in his looks. you thought he was like you in the way.

"yeah," you turned away, wrist still in his grasp. "just go to sleep. i think we're both tired tonight," you wave your hand at him as a sign to go away.

"no."

"excuse me?" you raise an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes. "you do realize you're in my apartment, right?" you pointed to the ground using your free hand, "you either sleep here, or you're going back home."

but my home is you, he thought.

"i want to stay. with you," blade's eyes darted around your face, looking for any indication you'd let him right his wrongs. after your speech, he realized what he had been doing.

he left because he didn't want to hurt you, but even doing so, he hurt you more than he thought. blade thought you wouldn't want to be associated with him: his thoughts, his fears, his mind. in the end, you did want him to stay. maybe you two would talk about the hard stuff when blade does stay.

"kinda missed your chance, buddy," the nickname irked him.

blade scrunched his face at the sound of the nickname. he let go of your wrist, not wanting to cage you. so, he moves his hand down to yours, intertwining them together.

"i'm sorry for leaving you all those times. please believe me when i tell you that it was never my intention to hurt you," this was starting to sound more like a break-up the more blade rambled. you internally panicked, "i want to stay with you. i always have."

"then why haven't you?" you shook your head. you couldn't fall for this again; false promises under the guise of sincerity.

blade sighed. he would open his mouth, nearly saying something, but he would always close it again. that alone should have told you enough. but his hand in between yours? the way he gripped it so tenderly, so lovingly. and for some twisted reason, you stayed, hearing him out.

"i was terrified that you would leave me if you found out more about me. i emotionally avoided you because i am a coward that does not want to lose the only wonderful thing in his life he has left. but, i guess that ended up hurting you anyway, so either way i failed."

"i know you didn't want an atonement. i know you don't want an apology. just for me to realize. and i've realized. and i'm sorry⎯ i'm so sorry. i never meant to hurt you in such a way to make you feel so alone, because i want you to know that you will never be alone if i'm around. you are all i want. whatever you want, i will amend for. please. please forgive me," blade pleaded. his eyes were solemn, full of regret and hurt, yet they contained integrity. his mouth was contorted downwards, he was biting his bottom lip out of worry. his chest was rising and falling quickly: he was worried for your answer, you realized.

"how⎯ how do i know that you won't leave again?" you curled your fingers around his, holding on tighter in fear that he will let go. but to your surprise, he doesn't. he just holds on just as tight.

"i won't. this time, i promise you that," blade takes his other hand and wipes a tear from your face. you didn't even register that you were crying.

"i'm sorry," you wiped your eyes, "fuck. i didn't know. i'm sorry," you apologized, meek and resigned.

"you have nothing to apologize for," blade's hand cupped one side of your cheek. it seemed your body knew you better than your head did, as you instantly leaned into his touch. "i should be apologizing. i'll apologize to you for the rest of my life if i have to."

you laughed, "i'll be holding onto that atonement thing, just so you know."

blade smiled. he felt his entire body warm from just one sound from you, "i wouldn't expect nothing less," his hand left your cheek. your skin longed for his touch again, especially after you were devoid of such an intimate touch for days.

you yawned, bringing blade's hand up with you as you lifted your arms up in the air. blade raised an eyebrow, "sleepy?"

"extremely," you blinked a few times.

blade let go of your hand, gathering the stuff you laid on the couch beforehand, "let's rest. aeons know we need it," he softly chuckled.

when you woke up the next morning, you expected an empty space yet again. but blade stayed true to his promises, as you woke up in between his arms, warm and cozy, rather than being alone, cold and dreadful. and after that, you knew that everything would be okay.

i got lazy and i have writers block rn so i wasn't gonna write jing yuan 😭 sorry. but if you do want me to make a jing yuan version just lmk in my ask box and i'll get to it (eventually)

[elllisaaa]

i love your dom posts so much.. can i request one for lee minho? thank you <333

hii anonie ! I'm so sorry that it took me so much time to answer this, i was overwhelmed by uni and all the things i had to get done in my life but I'm getting back on tumblr ! i looove to do these dom posts so much i swear, hope you'll like it too, thank you for sending me your request <33

DOM!MINHO who is the biggest tease ever everytime you two get intimate, relishing in the way you whine is name when he doesn’t give you what you want.

minho loves to have you crying for him. the guys and your boyfriend himself are often making fun of you because of how sensitive and emotional you are. but behind closed doors, he's addicted to seeing your eyes well up with tears when he's fucking you so good, addicted to the way your voice is quivering because of your cute little sobs when you tell him that you're close.

"look at the mess you made kitten, you're so nasty."

and here we come to the degradation, because even if he loves you so much and will spend the rest of his life proving it to you, minho adores the way you become so eager to show him just how good you can be for him. everytime he calls you by these shameful names, eveytime he humiliates you by telling you that you're not even able to please him how he likes it, you're on your knees and ready to make all the efforts needed and prove him how wrong he is.

"you're such a slut, thinking about nothing but my cock all day right ?"

he always has a smirk on his face when you try to tease him back and resist him, not because he's going to cave in but because he finds your attempts at being a brat very amusing. because both of you know that with one slap against your ass, one ruined orgasm, minho will have you all pliant for him again. and he loves it when you're pleading for your release, when you're going on and on about how sorry you are, that you will never do it again (even if it's a lie), begging him to let you cum. all that is music to his ears.

"was it so funny to rile me up in front of my friends now ? was it so difficult to be a good girl and listen for once ?"

minho also loves to experiment things, and that's a conversation he had with you very early in your relationship because he wanted you to be as open as him about what you liked or wanted to try. every once in a while, he will brought the subject back and make sure to fulfill every need and kink you may want to explore. he likes it that as time went on, you started to confess your most secret fantasy.

"tell me more about it kitten, don't get shy on me now."

contrary to what everyone thinks, minho isn't very jealous. he knows that you're his, knows that he's the only one you want, knows that in the end, you're only giving yourself to him. but still, sometimes, he can't help the anger boiling inside of his veins when another man is too close to you. sometimes, he can't help but fuck you so rough you can't walk the next day. he can't help but litter your whole body with his marks and encourage you to do the same to him, claiming you as his, as well as he is yours.

"that's it baby, look at how beautiful this looks on you, uh ? i'm gonna make you mine."

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

hellloooo , how are you today ?, i just want to say i LOVE your account sm🎀 , can you please accept my request? , tr boys as a father , lets just say tr boys gets a divorce with their wife(or their wife died) ,and they have a son/daughter that dislike the idea of their father remarring or having a stepparents and still suffers from their parents divorce/their mom death , so what would tr boys do? 1-remarry quickly , remarry or get into a relationship but after a long time , stay as a single father and raise their child , basically ranking them as how much a carying and doting father they are , thankyou♡

Thank you so much for requesting!! Hope this satisfied you and I'm sorry for being late!

Takemichi: Honestly, it's a bit hard to say. After he'd become single father, he'd be extremely depressed because c'monn, this guy time travelled to save his girlfriend so ofc he would be depressed if Hina were to die or leave him. He'd try his best as a father but honestly, he wouldn't be great. Firstly, he's not hygienic at all so I really really doubt that he'd be able to take care of his child's hygiene. He doesn't know how to cook and literally has zero cooking skills, he's not fashionable at all so he can't really pick out outfit for his kid(s), he can't iron clothes or clean in general. He'd have take outs with his kid(s) maybe? Or he could learn to cook somehow. Of course, he understands the responsibility of being a father and he'd genuinely try to be there for his kid(s), he'd provide emotional support and provide in general. He wouldn't want anything else than to make his kid(s) happy!! While he is cheater, I don't think he'd remarry especially after he would know that his kid(s) don't want a stepparent. Absolutely zero pressure with grades.

Mikey: You can't convince me that this guy would remarry. I strongly believe that he's very very hard lover and there's no way he'd remarry especially if his wife died. I really doubt Mikey would be able to provide much emotional support to his kid(s). Sure, he's good at encouraging someone and he has his own way of comforting people but he lacks emotional intelligence + he's not exactly the most stable one. He'd provide everything else tho. I think, in fact, Mikey would work extremely hard in order to make his kid(s) happy. He'd be the type to spoil his kids as much as he can, teach them how to fight, teach them about friendship, try his best to encourage them and etc. Ofc he'd need Emma's help because he wouldn't be able to handle everything on his own. I think he'd be cool and friendly dad. I doubt he'd be strict at all. Zero pressure on grades.

Draken: Now, Ken would be one of the best dad for sure! Unfortunately, he hasn't ever really experienced familial love but if he's ready for it then he is. There's NO WAY that he would remarry or move on from Emma, Nuh-uh and never. He'd gladly cook and clean, help kids out with outfits, change their diapers (since he has to LMFAO), provide them financially and etc. But most of all, Draken would be great emotional support for his kids! He'd pay attention to grades but he wouldn't pressure his kid(s).

Mitsuya: This guy is already used to raising his sisters so raising kids won't be much of a problem for him and I think he'd actually be great dad! Mitsuya absolutely wouldn't get remarried, I can't see him falling in love with someone else other than his ex, even if he would move on. He honestly wouldn't be interested because c'monn, he has kid(s) to take care of! He doesn't have time for romance. Mitsuya would be fairly strict. Not strict but not so carefree and easy that his kid(s) would end up spoiled and arrogant.

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Sorry, this is short!! I might do more later.

[galacticspaceguy]

((Definitely didn't rewrite this ask like 8 different times pshhhh u don't know what ur talking about-))

First things first, I'm 1000000% agreeing with your post about there not being enough platonic Spiderverse x Reader content. I am literally STARVING for platonic Spiderverse PLEASE,,,, there were only like 10 posts when I searched it up last and AO3 was so empty when I checked,,,,

Secondly, I rewatched the first Spiderverse two days ago ((& watched the new one earlier today)), but something about rewatching the original triggered some dormant part of me that has decided that Noir would be SUCH A GOOD PARENTAL / MENTOR FIGURE!!!

So, If you're cool with it, could I get some headcanons or a oneshot ((whatever you're feeling I'm starving here please-)) with him and a reader who's an older teen (like 17-19) and became Spiderman/woman/person when they were in their mid-teens (15/16)? It would probably work best with the context of the reader being a part of the events of the first movie, but in my head, reader has lived their entire life without close friends or anyone they could really talk to about their problems ((especially after they got bit)), so they closed themself off from others. Noir seems like the type that would be able to push someone like them to interact with others more, while also being entirely willing and eager to act as a support system. Maybe the oneshot/headcanon would involve reader getting hurt and Noir patching them up and letting them know that they do have other spider-people available to support them? Preferably gender-neutral but I don't mind either way! :]

((sorry but kinda not sorry for the kinda longish ask ((I did cut it down tho so hopefully it's a bit better)), rewatching Spiderverse triggered something in me that deeply desires parental! Noir so when I saw your post I immediately needed to send in an ask lol))

“You don’t have to shut everything out, you know.”

His words confused you for a moment, until you realized it was gonna be one of those sentimental, overly-emotional, trying to break your walls down, conversations.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You said, rather nonchalantly. You winced when he tightened the bandages around your arms.

You had insisted on going off on your own, resulting in you getting your ass beat- injured.

And apparently Noir was a doctor, so you got stuck with the black and white spiderman variant.

Everyone had tried to engage with you, the pig was very persistent in getting you to crack a smile with his cheesy, cartoony jokes. Their efforts proved to be fruitless.

You lived your entire like without needing anyone, and you weren’t about to change that. It was better that way. You were safer.

“You’re rather cut off for a kid?” It was said like a question, but you knew Noir knew it was a fact.

You acknowledged this was a huff as you cradled you injured arm.

“Could I, uh, see your hand?” Noir held out his own hand. You hesitated, looking between his hand and his masked face. You placed your hand in his.

He began to wrap your bruised hand in bandages that were provided by Mile’s universes Aunt May.

“I know being Spider-Man is hard, but it’s nice knowing there are other spider… people.”

You stayed silent, your answers coming out in hums or little noises, never taking your eyes off of his hands. You stiffened as his fingers touched one of the bruises.

“You’re allowed to talk, kid.” He said, looking you dead in the eye.

“I know that.” You replied, yanking your neatly bandaged hand away from him. “Just don’t see the need for it.”

Noir slightly tilted his head to the side. He hummed after hearing your answer.

“That’s a shame, I quite like the sound of your voice.

Now he was just trying to butter you up.

“Really?” Your tone of voice proved you didn’t believe him.

“Of course. I can only imagine the type of things you’ve got to say.” He leaned back in his chair in Aunt May’s living room. “What’s it like in your world? It’s obvious all our worlds are different.”

You sighed, a bit frustrated. “Look, I swing around, fight the bad guys, get bashed for it on the news, thats my life, nothing more to it.” You pulled your knees closer to your chest as you sat in an armchair.

“Well, if you ever wanna get more… in-depth about it, I haven’t quite lost my hearing yet.” He got up and sent two finger guns your way. It took everything in you not to let a small smile break free.

He left the room, leaving you by yourself. It was quiet and empty.

Suddenly, you didn’t like being alone.

[yakool-foolio]

"Exactly as I instructed" RRRRRRRRRRR STAY THE FUCK BACK STRONGHART I DON'T LIKE YOUR TONE! Hi Kazuma :D Bye Kazuma ;-;

I doubt Kazuma is prosecuting Van Zieks to avenge his father. I still think that someone (main suspect being Stronghart) is pushing him into believing that Van Zieks really is the Reaper, which would make his mentor no better than his serial killer father. Regardless, Kazuma's not gonna submit himself to Stronghart's rules! He will not be boxed and stuck in your single file line!

I don't believe Gregson's the Reaper for a diddly darn SECOND. Waiter, one assassin with an identity crisis, please!

SHINN?!

Not the assassin I was expecting at all. So why the hell was she part of the morse code message?! She killed Wilson! The person/people behind that message really didn't think this through. It's like that one brain game where ya have to get a bag of grain, a chicken, and a fox across a river without the animals eating anything, but in this case it's four randos trying not to kill each other and failing miserably.

Genshin protected Van Zieks? I'm now suffering from mixed feelings, cause if Genshin was wrongfully accused as the Professor, I'm going to have to reevaluate everything I've thought of him and Kazuma's motives uh oh.

Wilson wasn't Sholmes' partner, huh. And now Jigoku's gone missing. Everything keeps going further and further downhill these days. "So where does that leave me?" OWOWOWOW MY HEART NOOOOO RYUNOSUKE YA CAN STRIVE TO HELP KAZUMA STILL HE NEEDS SOMEONE TO HELP HIM SORT THINGS OUT

SHOLMES JUMPSCARE

Aw Kazuma n Ryunosuke both apologized to Daley, it's good that they both recognized that they pushed him too hard. If the coroner was there during Genshin's 'execution' then could it be that Sithe is the one who let him escape? Genshin said he ended another man's life, but he said nothing about killing the noblemen. Oh man I'm really gonna regret painting him as an irredeemable killer aren't I? That note must hold the truth of what really happened with the Professor killings, and someone must've stolen it. Kazuma never got to read his father's last words.

Ryunosuke when he's told not to leak a government secret:

Kazuma spotted! OH JESUS I GOT JUMPSCARED BY BATS I DIDN'T KNOW THEY'D DO THAT Aww Ryunosuke thought a sparrow would be nice for Kazuma as an animal companion, that's so cuuuute ;w;

NAHHHHHHHH SAD BACKSTORY IS GONNA MAKE ME EMOTIONAL ACK! And Kazuma was lied to about Genshin's true cause of death, only for it to be revealed that hey your dad's actually a mass murderer, ouch. AND HIS MOM DIED TOO NOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT HE DOES THINK VAN ZIEKS IS THE REAPER! He believes his father is innocent and that Van Zieks doomed him to die. That's why Kazuma's prosecuting against him. The real reason Kazuma cut down the wax model was because he believed it's a horrid defamation of a justful protector.

GOD DAMN THAT SHIFT IN TONE WAS FUCKIN PERFECT AUGH Ryunosuke and Kazuma were able to reminisce fondly together, but as soon as Van Zieks wedged its way into the conversation, they realized that they're on completely different wavelengths and they don't understand each other like they used to. That shift being so expressively presented through the sudden change between Nocturne and A Prosecutor Reborn is UNBEATABLE it's gotta be one of my favorite scenes in this series now.

(To Whom It May Concern - @raymondshields)

[aishangotome]

Minamoto No Yoritomo: Chapter 20 Normal Story

Chapter 20

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Yoritomo: Ah, Yoshino, come here.

Yoshino: Huh? Ah...

I feel myself being pulled towards him, and Yoritomo whispers in my ear.

Yoritomo: Unfortunately, we don't have enough tents.

Yoritomo: You'll sleep with me tonight.

(No way...!)

Yoshino: I-I'm fine with sleeping under a tree or something...

Yoritomo: Don't be ridiculous. Are you a beast?

Yoshino: I'm human...

(I said something weird in my confusion...)

Yoritomo: You'll look suspicious to the others. Let's go.

I'm pulled along, not having time to gather my thoughts.

(...Well, I understand it's an emergency, and it's true that I wanted to be by his side.)

(But... Yoritomo-sama is, as always, so nonchalant.)

I steal a glance at his handsome profile.

Even as the war situation becomes increasingly dire, Yoritomo-sama doesn't change his expression.

(Tamamo said Yoritomo-sama would be carrying extra baggage and fighting...)

I can't read Yoritomo-sama's emotions more than usual, and it frustrates me.

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(Even so, what can I do in this situation...?)

Yoritomo: Hey, what are you doing in that corner?

Yoshino: Please don't mind me...!

I'm huddled in a corner of the not-so-spacious tent.

My concern for Yoritomo-sama and nervousness about sleeping together are mixed, leaving me in a confused state.

(... Alright! Worrying won't get me anywhere, so I'll stop thinking for now.)

With that resolve, I look up.

Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama---

Yoritomo: Hmm?

(Wait, what...!)

Yoshino: What are you doing!?

In the opposite corner, Yoritomo-sama has taken off his upper armor without me noticing.

I quickly avert my eyes from his toned body.

Yoritomo: What do you mean? I'm changing, of course. Who sleeps with their armor on?

Yoshino: But you don't have to do it in front of me!

Yoritomo: I called you, but you were spacing out and didn't hear me.

Yoritomo: It's creepy to leave you outside in the middle of the night.

Yoshino: Uh...

(I can't argue with his concern!)

Yoritomo: So? Why is your face red?

Yoshino: I-It's not!

Yoritomo: Oh really?

Yoritomo smiles knowingly as he looks me over.

Yoshino: Stop making that face!

Yoritomo: There you go. Don't stare at me, look the other way.

Yoshino: ...Okay.

(The way he says it makes me feel embarrassed for acting strange.)

Completely flustered, I turn towards the wall.

A little while later...

Yoritomo: I'm done.

Yoshino: Oh, okay.

When I turn around, Yoritomo is properly dressed in his nightclothes.

Yoritomo: I'll wait outside, so you can get ready for bed.

Yoshino: Huh? Oh... Thank you.

After Yoritomo leaves, I quickly prepare for bed...

Finally, I let down my hair and put on my nightclothes.

(Is he going to see me in such a vulnerable state...?)

Feeling even more uneasy, I go to the entrance of the tent to call Yoritomo.

Yoshino: Sorry to have kept you waiting. Please come in.

Yoritomo: Ah. I'm coming in.

Yoritomo, who entered by pushing aside the hanging cloth, fixed his gaze on me.

Yoritomo: .....

Yoritomo: Hmm. You were able to get ready by yourself. Good girl, good girl.

Yoshino: I'm not happy to be praised like that!

(I'm not being treated like a woman at all.)

I'm at a loss as to whether I should be relieved or feel empty in this situation.

Yoritomo: Stop complaining and go to sleep.

Yoshino: Yes...

I try to look as calm as possible and lie down on the bed.

Yoritomo: If you stay on the edge like that, you'll fall off.

(Ugh...!)

Lying down, Yoritomo roughly pulled me into his embrace.

(So close...)

Yoshino: No...but...isn't it hard to sleep if it's too cramped?

Yoritomo: You can't be picky at a time like this.

(Whoa!)

Yoritomo abruptly covers himself and me with a quilt.

Yoritomo: It would be a pain if you catch a cold now.

Yoritomo: If you don't want to be squished, be a good girl.

As usual, his hand reaches out and carelessly touches my hair.

I couldn't help but shudder and tense my shoulders...

Yoritomo: ...

(Huh?)

Yoritomo hesitates and withdraws his fingers.

Yoshino: ...Yoritomo-sama?

Yoritomo: Just stay quiet like that.

(What was that just now?)

Normally, he would have touched me more and teased me.

(C...could it be that Lord Yoritomo is also aware of me?)

(No way...)

Under the quilt, my heart pounded faster as our skin almost touched.

Feeling this, I searched for a way to start a conversation.

Yoshino: Um, thank you for your hard work today.

Yoshino: It seems like things are getting quite difficult...

Yoritomo: It's nothing for you to worry about. Just relax and rest.

(But...)

Yoshino: Is there nothing more I can do?

Yoritomo: What are you talking about? You have the power of a fox spirit.

Yoritomo: I can't defeat Yoshitsune without you.

Yoshino: That's not what I meant...

(How can I express myself so he understands?)

Suddenly, I remembered the words Tamamo had told me when I was at the Imperial Palace.

*flashback*

Tamamo: I think Yoritomo's heart is too strong for an ordinary human.

Tamamo: That's why he can probably overcome most hardships...

Tamamo: But a heart that's too strong can sometimes become its own poison.

Tamamo: It may be a straightforward woman like you who can heal that poison.

*flashback over*

(I wish Tamamo's words were true...)

I had no confidence at all, but I put my thoughts into words.

Yoshino: The more perfect you appear in front of everyone, Yoritomo-sama...the more worried I become sometimes.

Yoshino: Because I don't think anyone can know your true heart.

(Of course, even I don't know it.)

Yoritomo: You've always been concerned about strange things.

Yoritomo: It doesn't matter what I think, does it?

Yoshino: It does matter...!

Yoritomo: I'm saying it's trivial in the face of results.

Yoritomo: I don't acknowledge the value of the heart, whether it's mine or someone else's.

(...Liar.)

Yoshino: But Yoritomo-sama, you're always thinking about my heart, aren't you?

(The first thing Yoritomo-sama sacrifices is always himself.)

In the darkness, the azure blue of Yoritomo-sama's eyes shone brightly as he gazed at me.

Yoritomo: Don't get the wrong idea. You're a useful person to me.

Yoritomo: But if I decide that discarding you is the best course of action, I'll do it without hesitation.

(E-even if that's true...)

(I want to stay by your side.)

Unable to put the intensity of my feelings into words, my eyes stung.

Yoritomo: If it gets in the way of my goal, I don't need a heart.

Yoritomo: So you should give up on my heart too.

Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama...

(Ah, he already has that determined look in his eyes.)

(I can't say anything more to someone with eyes like that.)

Yoshino: ...I understand. I won't bring this up again.

Yoshino: Instead...

Following the urge of my heart, I reached out and gently touched Yoritomo's hand.

Yoritomo: ...

Yoshino: Will you remember that I'm here by your side?

(I want to give you everything I have.)

(Even if you don't need it, you can throw it away.)

Yoritomo: ...You're an idiot.

Yoritomo: My memory isn't that bad.

Yoshino: ...Hehe, you're right.

I let out a laugh, on the verge of tears.

(I've finally made up my mind.)

(For Yoritomo's sake, I'm willing to sacrifice anything of myself.)

I wanted to dedicate and burn out all my warmth and love for Yoritomo in this battle.

Yoritomo: ...Don't make that weird face.

Yoshino: Ah...

Yoritomo sighed and squeezed my hand that was touching his.

Yoritomo: You have a childlike body temperature.

Yoritomo: I'm cold, warm me up.

I couldn't move, captivated by Yoritomo's gaze, which still held a strong light.

(You're the one who's warm.)

Yoshino: ...Yes.

I replied in a small voice and gently intertwined our fingers.

Yoritomo: Sleep.

Yoritomo: Or can't you sleep without a lullaby?

Yoshino: ...No.

Sharing warmth in the darkness, my heart felt full.

Yoshino: Good night, Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: Yeah --Good night.

(I hope your heart is warmed a little tonight.)

Closing my eyes...I gradually fell asleep.

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Chapter 21

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I'm going to be analyzing the lyrics of Ginger Root's 'Shinbangumi' because I want to

starting off!!! No Problems!

[" Go get what you want Get hip to the signs and then you Get lost in your thoughts Just trying to prove What's with you now?

And again The times I've tried to bow, and amend The far and the fake Look, the sunlight's fadin' "]

first few lyrics! and I'll give you my notes so far Go get what you want <- seemingly referring to the general pursuit of happiness, not much to say here really!

Get hip to the signs and then you Get lost in your thoughts Just trying to prove What's with you now? <- now this! What I can gather with the lyric 'Get hip to the signs' is that it really means to get 'hip' or better at knowing the signs of something, what is that thing exactly? Well fairly the rest of it lines it out pretty well, the thing being talked about is some sort of rut, or occasional depression that will seep at you The lyrics- 'Get lost in your thoughts Just trying to prove What's with you now?' outline the feeling of confusion that can come with not being happy or not enjoying something you really think you SHOULD, but you can't seem to find a reason why you can't bring yourself to, like you usually are able to. Alongside that, it's not just feeling empty or feeling an unexplainable lack of joy, it's dwelling on that and 'getting lost in your thoughts' because you can't prove there's a reason why you're sad, because you feel you HAVE to have one. ["How can you say this is not for debatin' How, how can you say that you got no problems I, I can't be fake, when you're up and elated How, how can you say that you got no problems (too)"]

I think I should do this line by line, please look past how amateur at this I am, after all, I am amateur at this [" How can you say this is not for debatin' "] <- Seems be an argument against the idea that whoever's being sung about's mental state can't be debated or talked about. Insinuating that the one being sung about either believes their emotional state is an irrefutable truth, or that they're lying about how they are to save face, and are refusing to let it be talked about, or debated. ["How, how can you say that you got no problems"] <- This line, similar to the tone of the whole song, is framed as an argument directed to someone, already said that, but I think I should get it out of the way. We can learn alot about the person being sung about from this, that being that they are VERY avoidant of their emotions, facing them, or facing the consequences of opening up to people they care about. ["I, I can't be fake, when you're up and elated"] <- This line confuses me a tad, but what I can get from it is that the singer [not sure if I should say Cameron, I'll be saying singer from here on] feels that they can't be fake, meaning possibly they can't fake their feelings whenever the person being sung about is being, or acting happy ["How, how can you say that you got no problems (too)"] <- This sounds like a slight bit of frustration regarding the person being sung about's attitude regarding their life, likely with them putting up a front so obviously false to the point they have 'no problems' now the ('too') I don't know about, like, it probably means that the singer feels the same way with their life, that they have to fake how well they are probably

that's what I gathered at least

["Now tell me what's wrong There's something behind your grinning Been waiting too long The show's startin' soon Head spinning around"]

this is less packed so I can do this in like two goes

["Now tell me what's wrong There's something behind your grinning"] <- points to the fact the singer is seeing through the facade the listener is putting up, clearly knowing that they're hiding something, and that it's about how they're feeling [I'll be calling them that from now on, god 'the one being sung to' is an eyesore, no I won't edit it out, nuh uh]

["Been waiting too long The show's startin' soon Head spinning around"] <- 'Been waiting too long' likely refers to the amount of time spent waiting ignoring what is wrong with the listener 'The show's startin' soon' likely refers to the act of going through life acting as if you're completely fine and have NO PROBLEMS!!! sorry anyhow 'Heads spinning around' probably refers to stress, what from? alot of things, I really am too lazy to say fully, but it is stress, probably

[" Not again The times I've tried to bow, and amend The far and the fake Look, the sunlight's fadin' "] <- same as one of the earlier lyrics, but now with 'Not again' signalling that there's a noticeable feeling of dread regarding either putting on a front to others to appear happy, or dread that the sudden unexplainable feeling of depression is returning, either works, could be both

["How can you say this is not for debatin' How, how can you say that you got no problems I, I can't be fake, when you're up and elated How can you say that you got no problems I, I can't take this, it's not a debate, and How, how can you say that you've got no problems No, I can't be fake, when you're up and elated No, how can you say that you got no problems"] <- the main chorus repeated! but now with 'I, I can't take this, it's not a debate' in the middle, now personally it seems to me that this is the singer getting ALOT more frustrated because they aren't getting to the listener that it isn't a debate weather or not they're okay, because they KNOW it's not true that everything is fine, but they can't get an answer

["That you got no problems That you got no problems

How can you say this is not for debatin' Ah, how can you say that you got no problems No, I can't be fake, when you're up and elated How, how can you say that I've got no problems too

That I've got no problems too That I've got no problems too"] <- now I'll admit, this version of the main chorus does kinda confuse me, because it could be a flip to show that the singer has the same dread and feelings that the listener has? or the listener is saying that the singer also has no problems, but I don't know I hope I did well! i'll uh I'll tag people actually, I need to know if I did a good job my format is real bad, I know, I really have no idea what I'm doing, not that that's a bad thing, but yknow, still getting used to typing longer posts @ddlcbrainrot @introvertedindielover @mikshroomthesilly @polaroidcorner

[murkystarlight]

DREAMZzz S2 spoilers pt.2

(And my personal comments)

Okay- I lost all progress once. But this time it'll be fine. Right? Anyways... I lost my energy so I'm going to make it a bit more shorter and brief....

Starting off with the sirens. Can we appreciate that glossy tail?? We need them as figurines ASAP.

Izzie and Cooper suffering

I like the sticky hand Mateo makes. Probably the best one he made during his... *I miss z-blob phase*

And- have I mentioned the opening song before?? Cause it's really nice

RIP Sandman... where did he go??😭

I personally loved all the ✨family drama✨ in this season (also, poor Izzie that keeps thinking she forgot stuff she doesn't actually know. Must be really confusing)

And do they not know that their parents got divorced? I mean... they gotta be divorced, right?

(Did anyone hear Mr. Oz grumbling while he took out the dreamy-screamy?)

Cooper, not having any knowledge on tech giving an idea for using a Lumi-Caster, that's used for making light, while they're in broad daylight? Sad. But adorable

Why do they have headphones in the library? For kids who have trouble with the noise?

Zoey winking? And mentioning Way of the departed?? Then she punches a siren in the face???

(Logan needs more appreciation)

Dallas is doing a great job knitting

Throws headphones, lands on their heads perfectly

"Woah-"

Also, they almost get eaten. EATEN. By the sirens!? We need angst art on this👍

"Remember, DO IT QUIETLY" (he's Dumbledore) ((what color can I give mr oz? This is the only one left so))

Cooper stressing out from not being able to turn on a computer- he's losing brain cells, oh god... and he got a temper like have you seen Mateo and Zoey's face? Shocked

Mrs. Castillo is the best

(Oh~ then we must go north!)

Why are their colors the same? In the last season when they went through the rift the colors were like... faded and... dreamy

"The fantasy realm? Sirens dont belong here!" (That's a bit mean- be like Cooper->) "well, they have to be somewhere, don't they?"

Or preferably. Like Zoey

"I hope they don't eat anyone though"

Why did Mateo tell Logan to play his song before they left the rift?? Or- at least when they're a little bit closer to the rift?

Cooper was badass with that frying pan.

We got a new

Rapunzel

He looks so happy when he tagged the ravennn (the wacky-tracky looks like it resembles a bird. Don't you think? Or... is it just me..?)

aughhhh my heart

(He also seems really down, he says so himself that "if I do one thing right today, please be this" he needs help y'alll)

José and Jasmin look so happy togethr

And Mateo got over his mom a teenie weenie bit "we're all just figuring it out, right?"

(Sounds a bit...🏳️‍🌈) just saying! Don't take any of what I'm saying seriously

Episode 4

Logan's song. Let's see the good parts I found-

Mateo singing along and dancing(and being mad about it- btw, the z-blob drawing right in front of Mateo when he wakes up has got to be one of the cutest drawings yet). Zoey, Cooper, Mr. Oz and Albert dancing

Now-

Why can't they be supporting? I mean... okay.. maybe it's a bit weird (and I thought it was a bit weird too- especially when the other guy suddenly got so popular just as fast as Logan) but he's your friend?? Is it that surprising that Logan have fans? ....yeah.. okay, maybe?

(Also, Logan can do splits??)

Uh- I just noticed, Izzie has pickles on her lunch plate. Like- a full sized pickle! That's pretty much all she has on her plate

But Zoey. That was kinda mean- you... you were more than harsh

✨Sparkles✨

They really tried to make us belive that Jasmin is a witch or smth- but! I know my cliches. And at this situation? She's definitely just a normal person(and I was right)

Does Logan's beast crafting only work with his anger? I remember seeing a cool artwork with Logan using it with other emotions. Maybe later if he develops his powers?? Or.. something similar?

Why does some people only think of dancing and some people can keep thinking 'what the- why can't I stop??' And all that(like Zoey still complained)

Rupert Finneas Shufflebottom Oswald

How did Mateo and Izzie get up in a tree??

Cooper looks so darn cute!! Look at his smile! So precious

He looks... genuinely happy. Like... has he really been losing brain cells?

When Logan has his head down, the mouth animations looked really cool(also, I love the captions. Logan's official name as the blue gremlin is Lo-lo)

Zian and the frog cab is also dancing! Cute

"A lizard person from planet Sikoria!"

"And- why are we sitting on mrs. Castillo's food truck?"

"I don't want dad to hurt like I'm hurting right now.." such- a good kid

Is it just me or did Cooper really, actually get more laid-back than before??

Oh- so Logan is the tech guy now?

Logan looks so sad-

Well Zoey. You tried. It wasn't a bad apology, but.... not the best.

And Logan with a new instrument??

Episode 5

We need info! Why is the Never witch so mad?!!

But seriously- her incantations are just... really nice

Really sad that Izzie can't remember Phil...

Hate Royce

Cooper being...

Rebellious

Phil being the best wingman ever-

(The hug.... Phil- oh god)

"Coop, did you mess with this thing?"

"No, why?"

"Just wondering if you broke it"

"Wow."

The raven was being happy and cute making it's nest... aww

I like how Izzie keeps repeating what she did the first time(like trying to fly)

"Oh! Try asking it to lead us to the witch!"

"[Laughs].... oh, you're serious"

Oh right! The Grimm spawn disguise! We have a new costume now~

Logan's moms being bird ladies and everyone staring at Logan like he's gone mad

Izzie still doing the Naruto run

"We're close"

"Uh- close to what?"

"Her"

Yup. He's losing brain cells...

And that one scene when they retrieve their memories?(kinda). Oh..... boy

Cooper you poor thing! Nooooooo

I was very happy when I heard the sound of glass shattering. And.. why was it so sad?? They do not have the right to make it seem so sad

But like- even though this is great. Love the angst and all...(he barely got to be sad about it? He barely showed it) I hope Cooper gets his tech powers back. He can be a chef, and a tech guy. Like that show on Netflix! Baking impossible? I think it was? Making functioning cakes. But maybe the whole "tech guy" thing was like... a fence for him? He only thinks of things in that way. Maybe that's why he was the most closed(least creative) person at first. But now he's out of that boundary. And he does look like he's being more care-free and seems more brighter? (...in case you haven't noticed yet. He's my favorite character. He's going to take up about... half of the space in my rambling;;)

Zoey's past!

That was dark. Like... really cool though

I love how Izzie gets her memories back!

The armor coming together? Coool

Inspector Strick actually helping them??

Previous part , next part

[lostfracturess]

"You're really pathetic, you know that?" she spat. "You talk about caring, but in the end you threw everything away. Because you are too terrified to let yourself love me. Because apparently your own damn peace is worth more than me." SHUT UP YOU KNOW NOTHING???? SHE'S BASICALLY VOICING YOUR THOUGHTS GOJO 😭😭😭😭 why is he so pathetic 😭

"Don't you dare tell me to shut up," she snapped back, her voice rising. "You don't get to play the victim here. You did this. You ruined everything." my beautiful strong girl i love you so much and i fucking know how bad and destroyed she feels at the moment, betrayed and broken 😭😭😭

"But I also wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of her right then and there" nuh uh use your fucking mouth for purpose for once in your life or i swear to god gojo-

"Perhaps I was only meant to love her in silence" yeah like you're able to keep your hands to yourself when it comes to her

He sighed. "You're the absolute worst patient ever." THAT'S SO FUNNY 😭😭

"I want you to take her with you," I said quietly. "She likes aneurysm clippings." such a romantic ❤️

"Every day, it felt more like I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. Letting her go, pushing her away, I—" FINALLY! FINALLY A DECENT THOUGHT! YES SATORU WE ARE ON A RIGHT WAY

"Finally, gasping for breath, I stumbled to a halt outside her apartment building" HOORAY FINALLY LET'S GOOOO

"She sat on the windowsill, book in hand. My future wife. Even in the dead of night, she was studying. How I loved her" my future wife??? i am sorry???? WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THIS HEART WRENCHING STUFF???? i knew it would end like this gojo.

"She was staring down — right at me" is this a Shakespeare's scene or what 😭😭😭 romeo and juliet 😭😭😭

"Don't give me that look. You know damn well you deserved it." i love her so fucking much gojo you better apologize on your knees or she will be taken.

"Save it," she spat. "You know what your fucking problem is? You can't stand being alone. Alone with your thoughts, with yourself. So you run. You run to pills, to whatever distraction you can find, anything to fill the void." the way she's exposing him EVERY TIME.....she knows him so well and loves so much it hurts

"Keep going," I insisted, moving closer. "Let it out. Yell at me, tell me how pathetic I am. Make me feel something, anything other than this damn emptiness." gojo i love you so much but please don't act as you're not the one to blame for this emptiness 😭😭

"Because it was prove she still cared, even if it was just to hate me with every fiber of her being. It was better than the void, that terrible chasm that had opened up between us after I'd pushed her away" the way he craves every emotion from her and validates it, i think at this point there's nothing wrong she could do in his eyes😭😭😭 he just can't be without her

"You're a fucking hypocrite, you know that?" I leaned closer, my mouth close to her ear. "You hate who I am, but you crave this, don't you? Giving up control, being at my mercy. Admit it." NO PLEASE PLEASE IT'S HOT VERY HOT BUT I AM BEGGING YOU TO COMMUNICATE 😭😭😭😭 IF THEY WON'T TALK AGAIN AFTER IT I THROW MYSELF DOWN FROM THE CLIFF

"You really are a fool, for wanting to fix something so broken it'll cut you to shreds the moment you get close and then you cry afterwards—" why does he think he can say such a thing 🤨🤨🤨 is he immortal or what, and here i thought he really would be apologising

"My future wife just spit in my face — what a good anecdote on our wedding day" dummy 😭😭

"Weren't together anymore after all" EXCUSE ME??? YOU'RE DEEP INSIDE HER, ALREADY PLANNED YOUR WEDDING DAY, AND NOW SAYING YOU'RE NOT TOGETHER.... he's driving me insane

"Without warning, she reached forward, gripping my throat with surprising strength as she leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around our faces. I couldn't help but smile" that's SO HOT 😭

"My lips twisted into a smile again. "Admit it. You love the chaos as much as I do. The thrill, the way it makes you feel alive." actually i don't feel this way 🧐🧐🧐 she seems very composed yet she's reckless but not to that case, i feel like she might be up to something, but not to the extent of satoru

"Why else would you be here, like this, with me?" I countered. "Face it, we're addicted to each other—the highs, the lows, the constant push and pull. It's exhilarating, isn't it?" and that's true 😭

"It's alright, I love you enough for both of us." my knees are weak 😩

this whole scene made me feel Something ™ the the tension, their exposed emotions, their... everything 😭😭😭 finally he gets choked too

but his messy head??? one time he's calling her his wife and then saying we're not together anymore...i feel so confused, WHAT is he thinking 😭😭 gojo get a therapist i swear 🙏🙏🙏

the scene in his office's bathroom is definitely one of my favourite, so beautifully and thoroughly crafted, you're really a master 😭😭😭 just i thought the writing couldn't be better you amaze me!!!

thank you again for the chapter, sending you a lot of love and inspiration, have a nice nice vacation!!!!!

hello and welcome to part three !!

SHUT UP YOU KNOW NOTHING???? SHE'S BASICALLY VOICING YOUR THOUGHTS GOJO 😭😭😭😭 why is he so pathetic 😭

gojo panicked pretty quickly there as she was lying bare his worst behaviors traits haha !!

nuh uh use your fucking mouth for purpose for once in your life or i swear to god gojo-

gojo logic be like, can i silence her with a kiss? no? ehhhem then ... probably fuck her to silence her?? also no?? ehhemmem then i'm out of options 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

such a romantic ❤️

the romantic doctor we all need hehe. but also i think this is such a cute thing of him?? like okay this girl hates me like crazy right now, but she would love to do this insane surgery, so i'll talk suguru into it so that she would have something to be happy about again 😭😭

my future wife??? i am sorry???? WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THIS HEART WRENCHING STUFF???? i knew it would end like this gojo.

he's in heavy denial 😂😂😂

the way she's exposing him EVERY TIME.....she knows him so well and loves so much it hurts

she really is like, okay you fucker, you want to got there again?? then let me tell you how stupid you are, i'm not getting tired of this 😂😂 but yeah, she really sees through his crap and all that and wants to make him see it too.

the way he craves every emotion from her and validates it, i think at this point there's nothing wrong she could do in his eyes😭😭😭 he just can't be without her

he's a SIMP !! and you're right, there is really nothing she could do that would make him not love her 💔😭

NO PLEASE PLEASE IT'S HOT VERY HOT BUT I AM BEGGING YOU TO COMMUNICATE 😭😭

idk i just love how they are insulting each other at this point, like they're both insane 😂😂

"You really are a fool, for wanting to fix something so broken it'll cut you to shreds the moment you get close and then you cry afterwards—" why does he think he can say such a thing 🤨🤨🤨 is he immortal or what, and here i thought he really would be apologising

it's really just a defense mechanism of him, but yes, he was really into the moment lol, and probably overdoing it A LITTLE BIT 😩😩

"My lips twisted into a smile again. "Admit it. You love the chaos as much as I do. The thrill, the way it makes you feel alive." actually i don't feel this way 🧐🧐🧐 she seems very composed yet she's reckless but not to that case, i feel like she might be up to something, but not to the extent of satoru

he definitely senes something from her but no omg she's never on the same level as gojo, that would be wild 😂😂 but she definitely changed a bit while being with him.

this whole scene made me feel Something ™ the the tension, their exposed emotions, their... everything 😭😭😭 finally he gets choked too

so glad it landed well for you !! i think i was expecting the scene to hit more, because i never wrote smut out of the male pov but apparently it did not so much for me but maybe it's just me being critical about myself again idk. anyway, glad you enjoyed !!

the scene in his office's bathroom is definitely one of my favourite

you mean when he overdosed? lol i actually envisioned this scene in his APARTMENT 😂😂 but apparently i never really wrote WHERE they are so it also makes sense for him to be in his office lol. 

because in his apartment it would be clear that she comes to his home after the whole mess to check in on him or like talk or whatever and that would be sweet but also make it more heartbreaking for her to find him so lifeless and all, but apparently i fucked that up 😂😂😂😂

but really girl, reading your reactions to the chapter is really so funny for me !! thank you so so much for taking your time to do that, and thank you for your well-wishes. have a good day or night and a lovely week dear ❤️❤️

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hello!! I saw you were doing match ups and that's so cool! I was hoping to participate if that's okay! Could I possibly get both male and female matchup? No poly please !

I'm nonbinary but i am physically fem, 5'5, with a bright red mullet that's like sorta grown out? Soft looking. My fashion sense tends to vary depending on my mood. Goth one day, cottagecore the next type of thing. One thing that's always a constant is my spiky earrings, kinda like the Fangs preset from the game! Necklace and my two bracelets. If I ever take them off I feel disgusting and off

Positive personality traits wise, I'm caring and selfless. I tend to be pretty cheerful and optimistic, goofing off. I think I'm smart? The most basic things tend to confuse me but then I'll bust out some complex knowledge lmao. I'm pretty creative too! I create stuff out of basically trash lol. I made a whole shield and sword sheath from recycled cardboard once.

Negative traits wise, I'm overly selfless, tending to put others before me. I'm very forgetful but thats cause of adhd. I can be messy and far too loud. Oblivious to a lot of things. I'm a big scaredy cat too which makes it hard to enjoy some stuff. I also tend to hide my negative emotions

My love language is definitely quality time and gift giving. Heavy on gift giving.

I have all kinds of hobbies but I'm not particularly good at any of them. Like video games, writing, arts and crafts, painting. And active stuff too like skateboarding. But uh. To be completely honest my main hobby is just sleeping forever lmfao

Likes: savory foods, coffee, aesthetic stuff, all kinds of animals, dressing up, reading, anything adrenaline inducing like rollercoasters, rainstorms

Dislikes: i cant eat any kind of fish/seafood I will gag, spiders, snakes, being vulnerable, people being mean (I seriously don't understand how people can be mean), the dark especially if I'm alone

Thank you so much! I hope that wasn't too much- or that I missed any requirements lol. Have a great week!!

A/N: Okay, for you @lord-westley … I’m thinking for romantic matchups your best bets would be… Gale (Male) and Karlach (Female)! 

Gale is a great match for you, as he’s quite similar personality wise. He’s kind and selfless; smart but also somehow clueless? He’s got a good spirit, and an old soul. He wants someone he can share his life with, and thinks you’re just the person to do that with. 

He thinks you look fierce, for real, he’s almost intimidated by how good you look, especially your hair. It’s bright and bold and something he’d never have the courage to try. It suits you, and it makes him feel all the more special for being with you. 

His style is fairly consistent, and he’s not the most fashion savvy, but he does appreciate a good look when he sees one. Be prepared for a bunch of horrible puns, and awkward attempts at flirtatious compliments. He wants to tell you how much he loves your look, it’s just that it comes off wrong more often than not. Please don’t be mistaken- he really does think you look great. It’s just that loving words aren't his strong suit. 

He loves how caring and selfless you are. He quite admires your capacity for compassion. He likes to think of himself as selfless, but he’s also aware that’s not the truth. But for you, it is. And he’s so honored someone as pure and kind hearted as you would choose him as your partner. 

He’s also very grateful you’re smart. At least, that you’re smart enough to sort of get some of what he says about magic. He has a tendency to infodump, and he really likes it when you make comments or ask questions that let him know you’re listening. And your creativity, good heavens! He’s so impressed. He thought as a wizard, he’d be able to think outside of the box, but his imagination is no match for yours. Thanks to your builds and use of garbage, he’s starting to rethink the way he goes about spell casting and brewing potions. Your perspectives are actually helping make him a better wizard. 

He does worry that you’re too selfless, though. He’s been used by powerful beings before, and he’d hate to see you get hurt similarly. If he thinks someone is taking advantage of your kindness, he won’t hesitate to bring it up to you. He just wants you to know your time and effort has value, and it should never be taken for granted. 

He’s understanding when it comes to your fear. He thinks it's rather healthy to be afraid, especially of death. It shows you have a lust and respect for life. He’s glad you understand the enormity of what it means to live, because he wants you to protect your life so that the two of you can grow old and gray together. 

He will give you gifts! A lot of them are favors done via spells, but a good amount of them are physical presents. (Many of which may have previously been magic items that have since had their magic drained, but hey! It’s the thought that counts, right?!)

He loves savory foods! He can’t wait to show you his extensive wine cellar and kitchen in his tower in Waterdeep, and feed you his especially _ sauce. It’s full of flavor, it’ll knock your socks right off! 

He may not be a huge fan of adrenaline inducing activities: he much prefers the safe mental exercise of a good book. But he will join you on occasion, so long as you promise him it’s mostly safe. (He may or may not ask Shadowheart to cast Guidance on the two of you before you leave, but then again, he’s just covering his bases!)

Thanks to his arcane knowledge, you’ll never be in the dark. He can conjure light to ensure you’re not afraid. And he vows to always be by your side, so long as you’ll have him, protecting you, just as you protect him. 

Karlach is also a great match for you! She’s a very upbeat person, and she loves your loud and creative energy, it makes her feel like you can keep up with her and match her own outgoing personality. 

She loves your style, especially the bright red hair. That is her color after all. And she’s obsessed with all the new looks you combine and create. Everyday she’s basically shouting at the other members of your party, ‘Come look at how hot/cute my partner looks!’. It’s a bit over the top and embarrassing at first, but she means it in the best, most sincere way. If you ask her to stop, she’ll stop. But otherwise, be prepared for compliments, like ALL of the time. 

She loves goofing off with you, pulling pranks and just having a little fun in between missions. She’s a firm believer in taking breaks- it keeps you sane. She’s fairly intelligent too, I mean, she’s not a scholar or anything, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders and so do you. 

She thinks it’s incredible how you can make something totally new out of garbage, or old unwanted scraps. It’s both your resourcefulness and creativity she finds impressive. 

She has no problems with your being messy or loud, even if other people might. If they have an issue with it, she’ll join in, and make it a point to be messier and louder than you. And if anyone still has a problem, she’ll take care of it for you. She’s a big strong woman, and she understands how scary confirmation can be. She does her best to make the world around you a little less frightening. 

Kalrach strikes me as someone who would enjoy doing almost any hobby outside of being forced to fight. I mean, she also really loves a good battle, but she’s down for basically whatever. She’s so ready to try everything- to make up for all the time she missed down in Avernus. She’ll do anything or go anywhere with you. She’s especially excited for any adrenaline inducing activities. As a Barbarian, she is 100% there. No questions asked. Also the idea of skateboarding blows her mind. (Pretty sure that doesn’t exactly translate to DND, but if there was anyway in Faerun willing to ride a board with little wheels up and down steep hills or ramps, she’d be your girl.) 

Even though she’s adventurous, she’s also cool with just chilling- taking some time to enjoy your company. She thinks you’re adorable when you sleep, and can’t help but want to take naps with you, so long as her engine is fixed enough, and you don’t mind being warm. 

She’s fine with you not eating seafood, it’s not that big of a deal to her. You like what you like, right? And she gets that spiders can be pretty creepy- especially the ones in the Underdark. She promises to never make you visit there, and should any of those creatures try and get you topside, don’t worry, she won't let them lay a hand on you. 

Despite being a fierce fighter, she’s got a heart of gold. She hates bullies, and people who abuse others. She knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that, and it feels awful. She’d never want you to feel that way. So gods help anyone in Baldur’s Gate who tries and bullies you for whatever reason. They’ve just got themselves a _ tiefling to answer to. 

Karalch thinks you’re wonderful, and so sweet. You’re precious to her and she promises to protect you. You make her so happy. She’s so glad she’s met you. 

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Go Ahead And Cry (Eff Being Friends Interlude)

Eff Being Friends Interlude

Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci” Bucky x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”

Summary:

Some time has passed but the wound from letting Steve go is still fresh. Everyone is trying to navigate the shift in their own way. With the return of Loki & Thor for the annual Halloween party, buried emotions resurface. Maybe another lesson is in order for America’s Golden boy?

Warnings:

18+ MDNI, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Gods and Goddesses, Exes, Voyeurism, Halloween

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Thanks to “Cry” by Benson Boone (link in lyrics used), I felt compelled to write a little interlude for Eff Being friends as I continue work on the next installment. Steve still has some pain to go through before the groveling starts.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

I always did enjoy Midgard in what was known as “Fall”. Being able to blend in during the so-called Spooky Season was always a treat. Allowing me a chance to let my darkness stretch its legs and play. 

This year, I must admit that the wickedness that resides within me has reached a new height. 

After all that jealousy and bruised ego business with Steven that happened over the summer; my claws have a newfound taste for blood it would seem. And while Bucky more than satiates my thirst. I must admit that feasting upon the agony of a man torn apart by his own misdeeds, unwilling to accept fault in his own demise, tastes all the sweeter.

From across the room, a crowd of partygoers between us, I can feel the tension and envy radiating off of America's Golden Boy. Even clad in furs and leather like the hunters of old I can see the stiffness of his shoulders and clenching of his jaw. As Bucky returns with a fresh drink in hand, I observe as Steve's eyes take on that narrowed jealous glare they’ve grown accustomed to.

Sure, it's not present all the time. But it has been making a reappearance as of late. Come to think of it, once Thor & Loki showed up, the glare became almost permanent. Has this man learned nothing?

I can't get physical with him because this place is packed with mortals and well we mustn't spook them. Now providing entertainment on the other hand. That's just enough to make it sting while I remind him of his failure.

I can't help the smug smile that makes itself known as I ponder on my plan of action.

“That face looks like trouble. What are you cooking up in that dangerous mind of yours?” Bucky whispers in my ear.

“Nothing special. It's practically harmless. I said I'd be on my best behavior and I intend to keep my word.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Don't you trust me Wolfie?”

“With my life.”

“As you should. Now if you'd please excuse me, I need to find Tony.” My eyes quickly scan the crowd. Finding him and his smoking jacket rather quickly. “Tony! I have a quick question…”

In the heart of the dimly lit ballroom, where the shadows dance and laughter intertwines with the whispers of the night, I emerge from the crowd. 

Draped in a slinky black dress that clings to my curvaceous form, I move among the party goers with an otherworldly grace. The long black locks escaping from my messy updo, cascade like dark waterfalls down my exposed back. My amber-colored eyes flicker with intensity, captivating the crowd as they glimmer like molten gold against the backdrop of swirling costumes and flickering candles.

As I make my way onto the makeshift stage, a hush falls over the room. With a nod to the band they begin to play a soulful tune.

I tried to hide it through the silence while I played along I'm welling up behind my eyelids when I'm holding on To the rage, so badly, I hate it And I wish that all of-

“Nah, nah, nah, that doesn't feel right” I turn to the guitarist, “Maybe, uh, speed it up.” The drummer beats out a steady rhythm. “Yeah, that's nice.”

I really hate the way you think that you can get away By blaming all your stupid problems on your mental state I'm tired of burnt-out lies, ooh You think you know me, but you hardly even know yourself I'd bite my tongue and let you think I only wish you well I don't, I know you know it, ooh   And I'm tired of letting someone get the best of me, so go ahead and- Cry, cry Go ahead and ruin someone else's life Cry, cry Go bug somebody else, so I can sleep at night

My voice, seductive and haunting, wraps around the audience like the silken threads of a spider's web. Echoing the enchanting call of a siren from ancient tales, as they lured wayward souls into the depths of the ocean. Each note is dripped with emotion. A potent blend of pain and rage I direct at Steven, who stands among the revelers, caught in the web of my melodious spell. 

The air thickens with tension as I unleashed the raw power of my deep buried heartache through song. Weaving a tale of betrayal and longing that resonates within the depths of every soul present.

Mmm, you're more narcissistic than anybody in Hollywood You're not a misfit, don't keep sayin' you're misunderstood I'm tired, oh, I'm so tired, ooh   And maybe you're the honest type And it's been me the whole damn time I should really try to calm my mind and see things from your side   Or, maybe you can Cry, cry

The crowd sways, entranced by my haunting melody, as I transform the party into a realm where heartbreak and beauty intertwine. Making even the darkest of spaces shimmer with an enchanting light.

Go ahead and ruin someone else's life Cry, cry Go bug somebody else, so I can sleep at night Cry, cry Go ahead and ruin someone else's life Cry, cry And I'm tired of letting someone get the best of me, so go ahead and- Cry, cry Go ahead and ruin someone else's-

As the song promptly ends, I lock eyes with Steven’s ocean blues. The jealousy and rage seem to have been replaced with longing and hurt. A pain that matches my own. Feeling rather exposed and vulnerable, I quickly flick my wrist with a flourish and disappear from the stage. Reappearing in a darkened corner occupied by the God of Mischief himself.

“If you sang any longer I was sure these mortals would have broken into war amongst themselves or an orgy. Dont know which one I would have enjoyed more.”

“Please, there was no way I was emitting that much power. I have a strong grasp on my magic. I just made them feel a little amped up. What they do with that energy is up to them.”

“As much as I enjoy your company, who are you hiding from my dear? I doubt it's your soul bonded.”

“I’m not hiding. Just taking a moment to breathe.”

Loki eyes my form from head to toe.

“I must admit, you look rather fetching this evening. And without the hint of a glamour. How lovely.”

“That’s the best part of this holiday. I get to just be me and mortals compliment me on it. It’s great for the ego. Hurts a bit on the soul if I’m honest.”

“I’m sure the Captain plays a part in that more than these mere mortals.”

“How so?”

“You have your soul bonded back, which should make you feel whole once more but you’re not.”

“I love that I get to have Bucky out in the open. It healed a good part of me.”

“Yes, but not enough. Remember, I know you inside and out my sweet. You may not have branded him, but the captain left his mark on your soul. That piece is tainted now and you have no idea what to do with it.”

“I have to agree with Loki on this one, Doll.” Bucky, having quietly made his way over, makes his presence known. Placing a kiss to my shoulder as he hugs me from behind.

“Using your costume to your advantage I see. Blending in with the shadows. Keeping watch like a Sentry of old.”

“Nice deflection.”

“I’ll make note of your observations and sort them at a later date. Can we just enjoy the night, please?” I turn in his arms, reaching up and ghosting my fingers along his sharp jaw. 

“Of course.”

“Good, because I need you to help me dispel all these pesky mixed emotions and pent up energy.” I grab on to his hood and pull his mouth down to mine. The kiss is deep and emotional. Letting him know without words, my need for him to help me correct this turn the night has taken. 

Pulling apart he leans forward and places a kiss to my forehead. It’s all the acknowledgement I need to know he will take care of me. With my hand held securely in his metal one, he leads us out to the private patio that is currently unoccupied.

“Steve, you look so tense. Let me help you out.” Sharon declares before placing her hands on his shoulders and beginning to massage them.

She has been trying to get and keep Steve’s attention all night and he can no longer take it. He shrugs her off, removing her grip from his body.

“I need some air.”

Rushing off he heads out to the private patio.  Where he stumbles upon Bucky and I sharing a moment. 

I’m against the wall, a joint between my fingers, while Bucky leans over me with one hand on the wall. The other is currently under my dress thanks to its high slit. As I inhale, filling my lungs with the potent medicine only mother nature can provide, Bucky slides two thick fingers inside me. Filling me up all the same. 

I hold in the moan for as long as I can. Eyes closed as I let the ganja settle in deep. Opening my eyes I am met with Bucky’s smoldering gaze as his fingers play along my sweet spots. Taking me right to the edge as he teases my g spot. 

Running purely on instinct I pull him down to me and give in to the pleasure. Shotgunning my hit with a kiss. Sharing my high with my White Wolf. My quiet moans fill the air as I come apart on his fingers.

Unable to look away from the sensual display in front of him, Steve moves into the shadows. He’s sure I’m aware of his presence, but I seem not to care.

I don’t. 

With eyes beginning to glaze over, Bucky withdraws his fingers from within me. They glisten with the essence of my slick. After a playful inspection he places them in his mouth and licks them clean. Pressing his forehead to mine as my taste coats his tongue.

“We seem to have an audience. Should we take this inside?”

“No. If he wants to torture himself by watching us together, so be it.”

With a kiss to the chin and a devilish smile I silently drop to my knees. I undo his belt and zipper, gazing up into his eyes as he remains leaned over me, looking for permission to continue on.

“I am so very green right now.”

With a chuckle I reach into his pants and pull him out. His thickness is making my mouth water as a pearl of precum leaks from his tip. My tongue traces the same path until his head is perched between my lips. Without a second thought, I open my mouth and take him to the back of my throat. Only satisfied once I feel the hair along his pelvis tickling my nose.

His head tilts back and his right hand fists itself in my hair. Using me as an anchor to keep himself upright.

Steve can’t deny how watching his best friend and ex lover together is affecting him. The leather pants he adorned for this costume have grown uncomfortably tight the more his body reacts. As if on autopilot, he reaches down, untying his pants and pulling the front down enough to release his throbbing cock.

Holding the base with his left hand he spits into his right and begins stroking himself. Keeping pace with the bobbing of my head as I please Bucky with my talented tongue.

Time stands still as I am down on my knees. Mind focused on giving my partner the most pleasure my mouth can provide. Earning myself a growly moan accompanied by a salty treat deposited on my tongue as a reward for a job well done.

I rise up, back to standing. A satisfied grin on my face and a belly full of Bucky. His metal hand wraps around my throat and I am pulled into a deep kiss. 

“I wanted to come inside you, Goddess mine. You took that away from me.” He growls.

“I’m sorry.” I tease. “I just couldn't help myself. You just taste so damn good. I wanted a belly full.” 

“You’re going to pay for that later when we get home.” 

“Promise?” 

He pins me to the wall with his hips. “Promise. Now zip me up so we can head back inside. You still owe me a dance.”

I quickly zip him back up. Making him presentable once more. 

With a slap to my ass he sets us on our way back into the party. Before we reach the threshold I can’t help but open my mouth.

“I hope you enjoyed the show Steven. Don’t take too long to clean up.”

I’ll never tire of the energy lust filled gyrating bodies create. It’s like a sweet ambrosia filling my veins, invigorating me with every sway of my own hips. I must thank whoever requested Ed Sheeran's “Shape Of You”. I’m practically drunk off of my own magic from the surge.

Bucky has me held tightly to his front as my body undulates and moves with the sensuous beat. His hardened member is holding court betwixt my ample bottom, as he reminds me of what his hips do so well.

As the heat level rises; the dancefloors' movements begin to straddle the line between sexy and obscene. I’m unsure if this is my doing or not as my magic does have the capability to lower one's inhibitions. Nevertheless it is not of my concern at the moment. 

I can feel the unmistakable tingle along my spine of eyes on me, as I raise my arms up to wrap around the back of Bucky’s neck. He leans down, raining kisses along my shoulders until he reaches my ear.

“You noticed our little voyeur, haven’t you?”

“I sense the eyes, but have not sought out the face. But it seems as though you may already know who they belong to.”

“So do you. His eyes rarely stray from you these days. Even when he is trying to be discreet.”

“Didn’t he get enough of an eyeful earlier out on the patio. I left him breathing after all.”

“So cruel. He must have hurt you deeper than I thought.”

“Don’t. He chose this path, not me. Were his actions different the outcome could have been all the sweeter.”

“Still dreaming of starting that Harem I see.” He chuckles.

“It’s the least a goddess, such as I, deserves.” I sigh. “One day. For now you are more than enough to satiate my needs. Body and soul.”

“So no Thor or Loki?”

“Don’t go that far. That would be a waste of godly talents and I can’t have that now can I?”

Having made his way back indoors. A rosy hue to his cheeks from his loss of control. Steve's eyes remain glued to the dancefloor. Focused on the movements of Bucky and I’s bodies as his mind wanders back to a simpler time.

“I figured you would have just waved your hand and magically applied your makeup.”

“I could, but I rather enjoy the methodical process of donning one's war paint.”

“I’m not complaining. Especially when it leaves you in this lingerie for longer. You're making my trousers very uncomfortable at the moment. Might have to rectify that.”

“And how do you intend to do that? We need to be downstairs in 15 minutes.”

“You can sit on my cock. Keep it nice and warm while you finish dolling yourself up.”

I quirk my brow at him in the mirror.

“Show me how hard you are and I’ll deem if it's worthy enough to sit upon.”

He unzips his slacks and pulls out his rock hard length. It’s already dripping with precum.

“Alright. Come have a seat. I’m not taking my panties off though so you’ll have to pull them aside and maneuver me yourself.”

“With pleasure.”

He sits on the velvet bench behind me. Placing a kiss to my lower back as he moves the gusset of my thong to the side. Holding onto it with his thumb as he lowers me down onto his waiting cock.

He groans when my ass meets his pelvis. “Perfect fit.”

“Good. Now let me finish up.”

He can’t keep his hands to himself as I try and navigate applying my lip liner while filling so full. As he grazes my lace covered nipples my pussy gives an involuntary squeeze to his girth. The next thing I know, Steve is standing up and bending me over the vanity.

He pulls his hips back and slams them forward. Setting a quick and fast pace as he rearranges my insides. I am overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving my body. Using me like his own personal cock sleeve. Before I know it his fingers are circling my clit and I am coming undone.

The pulsing of my walls around him sets Steve off. With a gasp and a whimper he unloads deep inside me.

Laying a kiss between my shoulder blades, he pulls out. Maneuvering my thong back in place as our eyes meet in the mirror.

"Be a good girl and keep that warm for me.” He grins. “I want you thinking all about me as my cum slowly leaks out of you all night while we party it up with our friends."

“You haven't moved from this spot in a minute. How ya holding up man?”

Sam’s voice breaks the memory and slams Steve back to the present.

"Fucking miserable. Not only did I chase my girl away, but it was right into the arms of my best friend."

"Technically he had her first."

Steve’s glare in Sam’s direction could melt ice.

"I'm just saying. And isn't she still hooking up with the demigods too?"

"Guess so. I wouldn’t know. I just wonder, was I not enough for her?"

"You know it's not like that man. I think you were too possessive of her while having the freedom to explore the things and people you wanted to. Without giving her the respect to do the same."

"That's bullshit."

"Is it? You essentially kept her from a chosen soulmate because they didn't want to run the risk of hurting you just by bringing up their past. You made your choice man."

"But what if I made the wrong one?"

"Then you have some tough decisions and talks ahead of you."

With a slap of encouragement to the shoulder, Sam walks over to a smiling Nat, leaving Steve to his thoughts once more.

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"Rainy Days"

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: None.

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Days drag on and yet go by quickly at the same time, it makes for a whirlwind of complicated emotions. You haven't encountered Sev again and if you're being honest- you're afraid to.

What is he? What are their intentions?

Perhaps you're being a bit paranoid or overly cautious but hey- better a live chicken than a dead duck, right?

Lost in your thoughts you bump into someone...

"Oh shit! Sorry."

Wait- their build seems familiar- Shit.

"Hey, it's no biggie! Clearly we're destined to meet in the worst ways possible."

Still just as chipper as he turns to face you, those baby blues twinkling in the flickering lights of the hall. Naturally you took a step back and cleared your throat.

"Uh, yeah..."

"Dude, I'm real sorry bout' scaring you when we first met. I didn't mean to- honest! I just get so used to doin' my ghostly stuff that I forget it is a bit weird for others."

He seems to be completely sincere in his apology, he truly didn't mean any harm. Something about him reminds you of an over excited puppy, too much pent up energy resulting in disaster.

"It's fine."

"Nah, nah. I should learn to be more careful- it was totally my bad. By the way- names, Cassian."

Despite his clearly outgoing nature he also seems a bit awkward, he starts to hold out his hand for a handshake then pauses and second guesses himself- simply tucking his hand back into his pants pocket... Maybe he's worried that he'll unintentionally make you uncomfortable? Who knows.

You simply offer him a slight smile in an attempt to be a bit more friendly, the guy doesn't seem all that bad at least.

"Anyyywaaays-"

He drags out the word quite a bit while shuffling his feet, baby blues now directed over towards the window. Thick stormy gray clouds are gathering in the sky above, the weather certainly isn't looking too great.

"Looks like it might rain. Do you have an umbrella?"

Fuck... That's what you forgot to grab. Of course.

Surely enough within a couple minutes there's a down pour of rain, there's no way you're going to be able to walk outside and to the other building in that.

"Nope..."

"Would ya like to share my umbrella then, so you can get back to your room dry? Least I can do since our rocky first meeting."

You hesitate slightly but you really don't want to be a drenched rat today- so you give a small nod.

"Yeah... Thanks."

"Not a problem, dude! Let's go!"

He pops open his big ass umbrella the second you two get out the door, he ensures that you are well shielded from the rain as you both walk. He tries his best not to get too much in your personal space- which sorta sacrifices part of his right side getting him wet. You sigh and move closer in to get him to hold it over both of you.

"Don't get wet because of me."

He gets visibly awkward again and unsure of himself, offering a goofy little smile in your direction and a nod.

"Yeah, just didn't wanna... Yeah, okay."

Once you two finally reach the building you glance down at your wet shoes- but hey. At least the rest of you is dry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text from your aunt, you bid a polite goodbye to, Cassian.

After heading upstairs and reaching your room, you pull out your phone to check the text, door clicking shut behind you.

'Do you want to have coffee with me this weekend?'

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