#sometimes he can be more blunt than necessary

[glambots]

I was re-reading your valentines headcanons and for the glams they get love letters sometimes and it makes me wonder on the topic of people having crushes on the robots..okay so you know how when you bring your boyfriend/girlfriend home your younger sibling develops a little puppy crush on them, okay this but some 1st grader has a lil crush on sun or moon. This makes me laugh for some reason because all I see is sun and moon trying to gently explain to them how that shit would absolutely never happen and not work out in the nicest way possible.

He's more used to it than you would think. (It never fails to take Moon off-guard though. He's not used to people liking him at all, much less thinking of him in a romantic sense.)

[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ How the JJK characters show their love for u (love languages)

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, just overwhelming amts of fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im starting off with some fluff, bc they all deserve some soft loving <3

⋆｡˚ ♡ PHYSICAL TOUCH: light squeezes of your hand, hugs from behind, leaning on your shoulder on the train, holding your wrist while you walk together, no matter what their hands are on you. they just love you too much to keep away from you, can you blame them? the feeling of you against their skin makes them feel happier than they could ever expect, even when they're coming across as clingy sometimes.

nobara will tug on your sleeve until you oblige and follow her around the mall, your hand either taken by your girlfriend's or the brightly colored shopping bags she'd acquired over your trip. some for her, some for you, because she was just dying to put you in some of the shirts she'd seen around the mall. and she's smile and kiss your cheek when you went with her requests with no fuss

yuuji will take no liberties in picking you up at any point. greeting you? you're up in the air before you can say 'hello'. god help you if you even mention being tired, because he will carry you in his arms without a moments hesitation, holding you close to his chest and claiming he can't in good conscious let you walk while tired! as your boyfriend, its his job to take care of you

gojo will never ever hesitate to embarrass you with how doting he can get. dramatically gasping whenever he sees you in his kitchen making a snack and rushing over to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face and squeezing you while praising the heavens he's able to see you today, ignoring how you turned your face away and whined at him to lay off

⋆｡˚ ♡ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: with someone like you, how do you expect them to keep their mouth shut? they can never get enough of the way you blush or laugh at their compliments, or their daily vows of love. "you're a great cook, dear." if you made them a meal, or fawning over how great you look today, despite you being dressed in loose pajamas with a messy bedhead. they need you to always know how in love they are, constantly.

sukuna, surprisingly, can offer quite a few bits of praise to you through the day. while you may have to pause and figure out his wording to actually receive a compliment at times, that doesn't change how he'll always show his approval of you in his own way. he never fails to acknowledge your effort in something, patting your shoulder and congratulating you on whatever you did.

nanami is always straight to the point when he speaks, wasting no extra time to dance around a subject and often being more blunt than necessary with his words. and that carries over to how he loves you, of course. kissing the temple of your head, murmuring about how lucky he is to be with you, brushing hair out of your face while you lean in for a proper kiss.

⋆｡˚ ♡ GIFT GIVING: plastic charms, figurines, hair clips, clothes, jewelry, stuffies, flowers, games, they're never ending. you're never not on their mind, so it's really impossible for them to be out and about without seeing some beautiful roses in a shop window and not hesitate at all with buying it for you. a single off handed comment about how you're a fan of something, and suddenly your arms are full of different kinds of merch. you've had to reorganize your room countless times to fit everything they've gotten you in there, and you're starting to look like a hoarder. but, it makes them happy, so what choice do you have?

getou could plant acres of flower fields with how much roses he'd gotten you. you can't even remember when you'd told him your favorite flower, the innocent seeming question still forcing you to fill up vase after vase of beautifully picked red roses. the amount of times getou had shown up to your door, hands behind his back with a smile plastered over his face at your weary sigh. "what did you get now, sugu..." "i don't have a clue what you mean, my love."

maki will take the extra step and take you with her when she gets a gift idea, finding the way you'd fret over her funds as she casually bought you yet another scarf she caught you eyeing much cuter than surprising you with it. this happens so often that she's caught you snapping your head forwards when letting your eye linger on something too long, making her laugh and peck your cheek before snatching it up before you could notice.

⋆｡˚ ♡ QUALITY TIME: quiet nights, spent curled up next to each other simply enjoying the others presence. sitting next to you while you play your favorite game, throwing occasional questions at you and smiling when you eagerly answer them. sometimes they get sheepish at how in love they are, that you simply being there makes them feel happier than anything. but when you're cozied up next to them, snoring softly against their chest, they can't seem to care too much about anything else

megumi is the king of silent time together, claims it helps him study and plan for missions when nothing is happening around him. and while that's true, often times he will replace 'feeling lonely and wanting your company' with 'studying for an exam'. he's sure you aren't aware of what he truly means when he asks to come over though, even when he shows up with no textbooks or notes to 'study from', and immediately goes to cuddle up against you when you usher him inside your room.

choso is..very clingy lol. always following behind you wherever you go, sitting next to you with a soft smile even as you aimlessly scroll through your phone. he's so silent that you've forgotten his presence entirely a few times, yelping when you hear a low sigh or a shuffle of his hand against your own. you felt a little exposed at first, always being under surveillance by him, but you adjusted pretty quickly and accepted his way of affection.

⋆｡˚ ♡ ACTS OF SERVICE: call it a hero complex, but they just adore being your knight in shining armor. holding the door open for you, finishing an assignment for you after learning how stressed you've been recently, wrapping their coat around you when it gets too chilly out, making your favorite meal just because they could. why should you have to do things when they're right there?

toji, despite having cast away his family name, was still raised by a traditional family. which meant he'd assigned himself to any hard work that needed to be done. plumbing, cleaning, repairing of any kind, he was on it. at first he did it out of habit, used to being forced to pick up any chore that others didn't feel like doing. but over time, the way you'd thank him and hug him tight when he did something for you made his heart melt. nowadays, he almost gets giddy when he hears your frustrated mumbling from across the room, happy to help you yet again with whatever you needed.

yuuta is really the sweetest thing... he's always ready to help you out, no matter how small the issue is. the mornings are his favorite, though, watching your chest rise and fall peacefully while sunlight slowly made its way across your sleeping form. he loves being able to tidy up your room and get breakfast ready for you while you peacefully sleep the sunrise away. he'd turn his head towards the hall as he heard your footsteps shuffle closer to him, a blanket draped over your sleepy figure as you greeted him.

inumaki, even with your reassurance, still feels guilty at times for not being able to talk with you how you're used to. deciphering rice ball ingredients in response to you asking when his is birthday isn't the simplest task, unfortunately. so, he always makes sure to show his love through simple tasks he can do for you. keeping extra snacks in his bag for when you get hungry during class, handing you his umbrella if he notices the sky beginning to dribble on your way home, even when you insist he keep it. he doesn't mind the rain if it's with you.

[kokonoiis]

gentle lover── pt. 1 ❝ his favorite place to kiss you ❞

Ⅰ. tokyo revengers ft. k. hajime, i. seishu, m. chifuyu, h. ran, h. rindou. h. shuji Ⅱ. blurbs Ⅲ. tw. the haitaini brothers are asses, reader is shorter than hanma. Ⅳ. a/n. i'm writin my faves to get into the groove of it !! gonna try to include as many of the main characters as i possibly can in this short little series since it's easy to write and good practice

── kokonoi hajime. nape of your neck hajime hates standing in front of people, so he's almost always standing behind you, his watchful gaze always scanning the area for any lingering threats no matter how peaceful the world may seem around you. he just wants the best for you, that much he knows for certain. he worries too much, that you'll be taken away from him before he's really had a chance to protect you, and this overprotectiveness manifests in several different ways. but sometimes, when he's absolutely sure that the two of you are safe, and you're well protected, he'll lean forward, arms lazily wrapping around your waist, pulling himself closer. you can feel just how much he needed the contact by the grip on you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, as if he were trying to memorize everything about you. almost without thinking, his soft lips find the skin of the back of your neck, pressing kisses along your nape until the stress in his body has relaxed. you can feel him smile against your skin as you lean into his touch, needing him just as much as he needed you. he lets his kisses tell you exactly how much he loves you.

── inui seishu. hand seishu is a man known for just using a few words to get his point across, but no one can deny that he's absolutely a gentleman when he wants to be. and for you, he wants to be a gentleman all the time. his rough around the edges and blunt personality are no match for how happy he is when he gets to see you smile a truly happy smile, so he finds himself softening just slightly around you, more so for anyone else. he greets you the exact same no matter where you are or what you're doing, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your hand. it's so sweet, and never fails to bring that smile to your face, which is exactly what he's aiming for. if he can start off every interaction with you smiling, then he knows that he's done a good job as your boyfriend. and now, with your hand in his, he has a perfect excuse to link your fingers together so the two of you aren't separated. doing small things like this has become an unconscious act for him. loving you has become something of a necessity for him.

── matsuno chifuyu. cheek chifuyu prides himself on being a cool and reliable partner, or at least, he tries his hardest to be. he wants to be someone you can lean on when you've had a hard day, someone who can make you cheer you up even on the worst days. he's driven by a sense of right and wrong, wanting to do good for the people around him, and of course, you were the most important person in his life for him. he knew that he could be sarcastic sometimes, and even with as sweet as he tried to be, sometimes his words came out the wrong way, so he didn't like to lean too hard into his words all the way. sometimes all that was necessary was a silly little gesture. the one that he was most fond of himself was to take your face with both of his hands and pepper kisses all along your cheeks until you were nothing but a giggling, blushy mess for him. it made his own face flush up, watching you squirm and try not to laugh as you were bombarded with millions of little kisses all around your perfect face. to him, nothing was better than seeing you laugh like this.

── haitani ran. temple ran likes to surprise you with simple little surprises. he enjoys the way you jump slightly if he sneaks up on you, and the way you glare his way if he's done something a little too silly for your liking. a secret joy of his is the way that he loves you when he thinks you aren't prepared for it, because he's always so stupidly in love with you. he likes feeling your body tense and then relax as his arms find their way around your body, instinctually calmed down just by his presence. he'll hold you like this for as long as possible, whether that's two minutes or two hours, it makes no difference to him. just being able to have that contact with you for any amount of time is a good time for him. he'll lean over, nuzzle your cheek slightly, sorta like a cat almost, before kissing there. and he'll kiss everywhere he can reach. your cheek, forehead, neck, anywhere. but he always goes back to your temple, holding himself for a moment there so he could feel your heartbeat against his skin, the way it quickens just for him. he loves knowing that he has this kind of affect on you, and he'll never take it for granted.

── haitani rindou. corner of mouth rindou finds it so silly how easy it is to rile you up. its as if no matter what he does, he's always going to find a way to annoy you even just a little bit, and that definitely holds true when he's being all lovey dovey with you. he can't help himself, he just loves the way your eyebrows knit together and that adorable pout on your lips when he does something he knows will annoy you just a touch. he'll give you what you want, he always does, but he likes making you at least ask for it, sometimes more if he's feeling a little more devious than normal. when kissing you, he always makes it a point to kiss you everywhere except for where you want to be kissed. first your forehead, then your nose, then your jawline, then your cheek. and finally, when you've asked him enough times to kiss you on your lips, he'll kiss the very corner of your mouth, just barely any contact at all. it never fails to make you whine just a little bit, sometimes you'll even take it upon yourself to kiss him if you're fed up enough with his crap. he thinks it's adorable, and he has no intention of stopping.

── hanma shuji. top of head shuji loves that he can rest his head on top of yours pretty easily. nothing like having his partner in his arms as they chatted about nothing in particular, watching the world around them. he's an unabashed lover, it would take a lot more than anything you could do to embarrass him, and he most certainly wasn't embarrassed about holding what was his, especially if he were in front of other people. but it's not always around other people, either. sometimes he's just at home with you, with you sat in between his legs on the couch, and his slender arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on top of your head. he'll mumble something about how you can't sit still, but he makes no movement to try to get you away from him. instead, he picks his head up, and leans down slightly, gently kissing your scalp. it's such a tender moment for a man like him, who prides himself on being someone unpredictable and wild. but it does never fail to earn a surprised little gasp from you, so he supposes it still counts.

──kokonoiis 2024

[gojonanami]

"MIGHT HURT" - SUGURU GETO

✴︎ summary: suguru's popularity is truly a curse, especially when he gets hit on right in front of you. luckily, you both know how to handle those situations. aka i heard this scene from 'no hard feelings' and i had to write a fic about it. ✴︎ contents:: jealousy, crack, fluff, humor, made-up girl from suguru's middle school before he came to jjt, naoya mention ✴ wc: 788

With the two princes of Jujutsu High, it was unfortunate that you had to date the more popular one. 

And no, it wasn’t Satoru. 

Suguru Geto is the more popular one — probably because of his manners, compared to Satoru’s…bluntness. It didn’t hurt that he was polite, a prodigy, and a perfect prince. And how could you complain? 

Except at moments like this you did. 

It was supposed to be a simple mission. And it was. Two grade A curses the two of you exorcise with ease, and now you had one more night to spend at the hotel Jujutsu High had kindly booked — some of the only real alone time two of you rarely had — without Satoru bursting into either one of your dorms (whether the door was locked or not). 

“Finally a date, a real date,” you sigh, walking hand in hand with him, “should we commemorate with a picture?” 

He smiles, rolling his eyes, “I left my phone at the hotel — I didn’t want any interruptions,” and you grin, as he leans in, breath warming your lips like an invitation, “just you and me, Princess,” 

“I like the sound of that,” you murmur — how was it he still could make your heart skip a beat like that? — utterly unfair. And your lips nearly brush when a voice interrupts you. 

“Geto?” Your heads snap over, as the two of you untangle yourselves. A girl in an unfamiliar high school uniform walks over, “it’s you, how are you?” Her lips are curled too widely, her eyes too eager, and her body language completely ignoring your presence. 

Oh, what the f- 

“Fumi?” He asks, lips in that same smile he gave everyone, the painted polite grin he plastered on, “it’s been a long time,” 

“It has. I heard you are going to a school in Tokyo now,” she smiles, “I stay in Tokyo with my family sometimes, we should meet up. I can you give my number,” 

Suguru opens his mouth to reply, but you cut in, a tight lipped smile on your face, “He doesn’t have his phone, so…” you reply, and she acknowledges your existence for a moment, gaze finally sliding to you. 

“Oh, then maybe I can give you my number and you can send it to him,” she offers, and you tilt your head. 

“No need,” and you can see Suguru glance between the two of you, his hands in his pocket. 

“Can’t hurt,” she flutters her eyelashes at Suguru, pouting, and you wonder if she would count as another curse you could exorcise. Although surely a fly head was more trouble than she would be. 

“Might hurt,” and Suguru’s arm snakes around your waist, physically reigning you in. 

“Me and my girlfriend actually have to get back to school, but it was nice to see you again, Fumi,” and he’s scrawling a number down, “here’s my number,” he waves, before ushering you off. She tries to stop you two, to no avail, as Suguru uses a small curse to draw her attention away for a moment before recalling it. 

“Was that necessary?” 

“Well I think using a cursed spirit was preferable to you beating her with your cursed tool, wouldn’t you agree?” he scoffs, but he can’t keep his lips from curling into a smile, “I didn’t really give her my number,” 

“I know,” you were irritated - not stupid. You knew Suguru wouldn’t cheat on you, but you hear a noise escape his throat — and you know he’s laughing. 

And it looks could kill, he would have been as dead as those curses from earlier, “you find this funny, don’t you?” 

“You getting jealous of some girl I barely knew from middle school? Yes, I do,” he snorts, mirth in his tone, “but I could go back and give her my real number if you want,” 

“Do that, and you won’t have to worry Fumi getting hurt, because she won’t be the one getting their ass kicked,” and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before his lips find yours — and you can feel him smile against your lips, “it’s really annoying that all these people flirt with you, but I guess it’s only because my boyfriend’s hot,” 

“Got a catch didn’t you?” he hums, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“Lucky me,” you mumble, sarcasm heavy on your tongue, and he’s kissing you more insistently, showering your face with kisses until you smile, pushing him off, giggling, “ok, ok! I’m lucky,” you sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck again as the two of you walk, “whose number did you give her anyway? Satoru?” 

“No, Naoya,” and you snort, pressing a kiss to your devious boyfriend’s cheek. 

“Poor girl.” 

✴︎ a/n: i watched no hard feelings last night and i couldn't get this idea out of my head. i was gonna write it with gojo, but i remembered how gege said geto was more popular so :)

[somewhereincairparavel]

hiii, can you pleasee do a rivals to lovers jason grace x daughter of thanatos 😫😫😫😫😫

ghost girl x golden boy!

warnings: slightly ooc platonic nico, the reader has no social skills and kinda fumbles but it works out rlly well in the end <3 I enjoyed writing this a lot more than necessary lol

jason grace x daughter of thanatos!

you and jason always butt heads. it was no secret, everyone knew. the feelings of rivalry and hostility initially only came from your side. As the daughter of thanatos, you naturally pulled away from sunshine-y personalities. You convinced yourself that it was because you hated seeing people so cheery and annoyingly bright. But, it was because you were convinced that if anyone even remotely bubbly stood next to you, they would lose their light. but that was only part the reason, the other half was simply because you enjoyed seeing the sunshine-y jason get riled up only because of you.

You'll admit that you had a slightly sadistic pleasure in seeing that boy angry.being cold rivals with jason was rare, jason never actually disliked anyone from camp.

Hell, he didn't even ‘hate’ octavian, he just avoided him because they wouldn't get along but never actually cared much about fighting with him, since octavian was a lost cause. so the fact that you were one of the unusual ones to be able to get on his generally calm nerves really intrigued people. Heck. It even intrigued jason sometimes. Well, that was when he actually tried being nice to you, after your regular episodes of horrendous uncalled for attitude towards him, the mere mention of your name would have his icy blue ices hardening.

In the initial time he tried being nice to you, hoping that he could form a friendship with you like he did nico, you would harshly push him away, glare at him for no reason, and comment on his insecurities as insults, hoping that it would drive him away from you. Nothing worked apart from the insecurity jab that got so far one day that it was successful enough to hurt him after the constant insults getting hurled his way. One has their limits. Even nico wasn't as mean to jason initially as you were, so jason begun to genuinely dislike you, which was well deserved on your part, in your opinion.

Now during camp meetings, you two would always argue over the silliest things, like cabin renovations. You would start the fight, obviously. Jason tried to avoid you, like he did with octavian, but he couldn't, since you always ignited the disputes. So he chose to get into spats with you. And only then, did you realize that you were mistaken about jason being ‘sunshine-y’. He was actually quite sarcastic and sharp tongued when he wanted to be. You’ll admit, you were quite taken aback by the blunt and annoyingly witty responses you got whenever you argued. alright fine. you were starting to find this newfound trait of his, insanely attractive. which was secretly the reason why you chose to pick fights with him almost every day. you wanted to see that side of him more.

You were training when you saw the blonde boy at a distance, in the nymph gardens.. laughing… with a girl?... oh.As the golden boy of both the camps, it wasn't uncommon for him to be asked out by people left and right. he would politely decline all of them with a sympathetic smile. But you never actually saw him being all over-cheery with one of them, which was probably why you never bothered being envious, until now. It did NOT help that the girl was so ethereal.

“seriously y/n? you were being mean to him because you found him hot when he's mad? you're hopeless.” nico rolled his eyes as he painted his nails in a depressing shade of dark gray. “you don't get it Di Angelo. we'd never be a thing, I swear he doesn't even want to look at my direction.”“yeah, and I wonder who's fault is that. Yknow you could've at least let him befriend you when you had the chance. That boy tried HARD for months. you could've taken it slowly and somehow you wouldn't be here, moping like this” nico grumbled.It was understandable why nico was annoyed. One, because you were, indeed stupid, and two, jason is one of his closest friends, so you being rude to jason all these months kinda bothered nico more than he let on.

“Look. I'm the kid of the god of darkness. I'm basically a walking grim reaper, I'd have had no chance with Mr golden boy, who has such a high reputation with gorgeous people lining up for him to date. So it's not like I'd have stood a chance even if I'm on talking terms with him” you said miserably, realizing how stupid you sounded. nico was right. you screwed things over with jason because of self hatred and doubt, and now the realization only hit after you saw him being with other people. mission failed successfully.

“woah okay. you sound just like me when I used to talk about will. I know I'm like.. the last person who should talk about self love and acceptance. But, we were wrong about ourselves, y/n. us being the kids of darkness doesn't mean we're not worthy of love. I was the one who asked will out, not thinking he'd accept, but look how that turned out. Our biggest sabotagers are ourselves.”

“you recycled will's sappy poetry lines to come up with this one, didn't you?” you expected nico to look offended, but he smiled slyly.

“yep. and it works like a charm, everytime.” He replied, before his face contorted to disgust. “but ew, I don't know how Apollo kids do it, I had to sacrifice my dignity and ‘mysterious’ reputation to give you sappy self help encouragement that I am equally bad at myself. Don't make me do it again. ever. and not a word to will” he said, shooting you a death glare.

This had you genuinely break down laughing.

Here you were, in your depressing cabin. so, because of nico’s erm.. insightful advice. you plucked up the courage to go to jason’s cabin. it was empty, so you grumpily chose to leave, that is, until something caught your eye.his glasses were on his bedside table. Typical jason. Too busy to even notice that he forgot his glasses before running off for camp duties.without even thinking, you picked them up, and dashed to your room before his admirers came into his cabin to leave him love letters or something like that, which happens on a daily basis.Soon enough. You heard aggressive knocking on your cabins door.

You opened up, only to see the son of jupiter glaring back at you icily. He thrust his palm out and said angrily, “hand them over.” “Hand what over?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“You know what.” He shot back coldly You took the glasses out of your pocket.

“Looking for this?” Jason stared back at you with a stoney expression. Which, you admittedly found more cute than scary, because you were used to seeing it all the time.“okay look.. I'll give it back to you… if you listen to what I have to say first..” you begun slowly. It was either now or never. I mean, what's the worst that could happen right? gods of olympus, nico's sappy advice transmitted through will to you was really starting to have an effect.

jason’s expression was now filled with a mix of confusion, confliction and irritation, before he curtly replied. “just get it over with. my head aches, from both talking to you, and not wearing my glasses.”

He raises his eyebrows as you gazed into his icy, calculating eyes, eyes that would mirror the beauty of the morning sky around other people, but would go back to being cool around you.

“I am sorry. for everything. for being mean to you when you never even deserved it. for pushing away your advances when you tried forming a connection with me, and just ruining your already stressful days by arguing with you. I-” you stopped for a few seconds trying to collect your thoughts, so you formulate your words correctly so you don't fumble before you said the next few words.

You took a peak at jason's expression, and his previously icy expression starting melting into shock.“I only did all that because I didn't know any other way to hold a proper conversation with you. Irritating people is the only time where I don't turn into a nervous, bumbling mess of a person. It's the only time where I sound cocky and confident, even though I'm just a pool of darkness and grim energy that nobody wants to be around with. I guess what I'm trying to say in this roundabout way is that I like you, Grace.”

Your face turned bright red before you even bothered gauging his reaction, so out of instinct, you thrust the glasses into his still open palm, and half slammed the door in his face out of embarrassment. But jason held the door with his hands before they could fully close.

He stepped inside.

shit.

You turned around abruptly, ready to shadow travel yourself out of this mess, but jason caught your arm, turning you around and gently tugging on your hand to prevent you from going anywhere.

“look at me.” he said you shook your head stubbornly while keeping your eyes shut.

“fine.”

A few seconds later, you felt his lips on your nose, and eye lids.That shocked you enough to get you to open your eyes. you found him slightly grinning at you.

“what-”

“Y'know, if you wanted to go on a date with me so bad, you could've just told me, instead of being such a headache all these months, we would've been a couple a long time ago” he said, still smiling amusedly at your expression.

“you like me too?” you asked, unable to comprehend the abrupt change of atmosphere or the smile he was directing at you.

“um.. yes? why else do you think I wanted to get to know you so bad a few months earlier? It was you who chose to give me the attitude and attempt to drive me away, making me return the sentiment.”

“But how could you like.. me? when you have so many pretty and kind people lined up to date you, like the brunette you were laughing with in the garden, was that a demeter kid, by the way?”

jason stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling. You literally never heard him laugh like that in front on you.“oh her? she's one of thalia’s acquaintances from camp, she told me that thalia's birthday was coming up soon and gave me ideas on what I should give her, she didn't confess to me, y/n..”

oh.

“and even if anyone did ever confess, i would've turned them down. because, you're the only person I enjoy arguing and debating with. whether you realized it or not, the only reason I even bothered spending hours reciprocating your silly fights, was because I knew that's the only way you would talk to me somehow. so, we're even after all, ghost girl” he said smiling slyly, before he pulled you in for a long kiss, your hands on his face and all.

that's how Nico Di Angelo, the most unlikely person to ever give love advice, actually ended up being your final nudge. dam him and will's sappy poetry.

[ashdreams2023]

Hello! Can u do one where Snape and student reader has a platonic bantering relationship? Like Snape favors them a lot and students and teachers clearly notices but Snape and Student likes to go back and forth with petty insults. Kinda like making the other students and professors confused if Snape actually favors them or not. But when someone insults the other they would passionately defend them. Something along the lines of "only I can insult Snape/Student" It can be like Snape is complaining abt Student to McGonagall then suddenly McGonagall agrees and adds her complaints making Severus defend student suddenly. Or when Student is complaining to her friends abt how awful Snape is but when her friends insult him she also defends him. HAHAHAHA i don't know if it makes sense so I understand if u can't make it lol.

Git

Platonic severus snape x reader

Severus didn’t like when students disrespected him, just because he’s young didn’t mean he wasn’t worthy out it.

That’s one of many reasons he’s so strict, students just learn to stay out of his way like that but then again there we’re always the ones who just didn’t get the hint.

And one of them was you.

Honestly you were bound to be trouble the second you opened your mouth in his classroom, left him gritting his teeth and furiously angry at the house you were from.

You were blunt, annoying and hotheaded.

"But Professor just one last chance! You need too you know this was not my best performance!"

"Sounds like a you problem."

It would be like that then after some more nagging he would give in because you we’re starting to give him a headache and he couldn’t give you detention for asking for help.

At one point he just gave up with your tactics all together and what made it worse was that you kept your promises, you did your work, participated in class, and regardless of the back talk and half assed comments at each other you were not, dare he say…insufferable but just more tolerable than most.

Although minerva likes to say you’re his favorite but he denies it every time, he doesn’t have favorites and he merely tolerates you.

"Severus due give this to young miss [——] when you go to the great hall"

"Do I look like an owl Minerva?" He said irritated.

The older professor gave him a look before he groaned and took the textbook and went on his way to the great hall where students were starting to gather in for lunch.

The great hall was buzzing with chatter, students were too busy to notice him enter and he liked it that way, he looked around then landed his eyes on you sitting on the gryffindor table to his pleasure, chatting with potter and granger.

He approached you slowly but stopped when he heard potter mentioning him.

"I swear I can’t do it anymore! If I get another troll on my next assignment I’m gonna try convincing Dumbledore that it’s not necessary in the curriculum"

"Don’t be dramatic, potions just need some focusing and if you tried not picking fight with snape things would be easier, I know he’s an ass but come on" you replied.

Hermione cleared her throat "it’s Professor Dumbledore Harry and professor snape to you!" She pointed at you but you just shrugged "moral of the story she’s right Harry you just need to focus, try to pay attention in class instead of neglecting your grades just to spite professor snape"

Harry crossed his arms "easy for her to say, she’s his favorite, it’s honestly starting to piss me off! He’s a git who only cares about his own house and I hope he does get that dark arts position at least then he would leave hogwarts one way or another!"

Harry regretted his words the second they left his mouth, the look you gave him was a mix of shock and angry.

"What is wrong with you?! I know he’s a git, he’s unfair and sometimes plain unreasonable when he feels like it but wishing death on him just because you dislike him!"

"[——] calm down Harry didn’t mean it like that!"

"That’s not-"

"That’s exactly what you meant Harry! He’s mean but he’s not a monster" you said all of that while not realizing snape was standing right there, watching and observing the whole thing.

It made his chest a tad tight, he hated the feeling but the look of absolute shame on Harry’s face made him satisfied.

Maybe he does have favorites.

"Snape? What are you doing with my textbook!" You said finally noticing him standing there with you transfigurations textbook. He scoffed and handed you the textbook.

"You brats would lose your head if it they weren’t attached to your body"

You frowned and took your textbook from him.

"I remember important stuff…like washing my hair" you smirked

Snape glared at you, screw what he just thought, you were still annoying.

[hey-august]

We all have already made the connection between detachable cock and sexytimes whenever you want, but let’s consider the opposite for a second.

Taking away Buggys dick for a while to rile him up, he gets it back after a few days away and you will make sure that Buggys basic needs are attended to, his hygiene will not be neglected… but you will not help him out whatsoever. Buggy, at sea, away from you, planning and scheming and doing whatever he does just a bit more on edge. Sometimes it’s manageable, sometimes he lays alone in bed at night and his mind wanders and he knows he’s hard right now, there’s no doubt about it, the images in his mind have gone straight to his dick and he would love nothing more than to relief himself… but he can’t. He just has to lay there alone… and be hard. Rubbing the chopped area of his pelvis helped a little at first, but now it just makes it worse and he’s whining and panting whenever his hands roughly knead the soft, smooth flesh down there, humping his pillow, taking a bucket of cold water and dousing himself of with it till his teeth are chattering, it’s the only way he can calm himself down enough before he gets back to sleep.

He’s ready to fuck you so hard you see stars when he gets back, till you forget your own name, till the only name you can remember is his…. But then you two go back to your quarters and you pull out a little, pretty box out of your drawer, sit down on the bed and tell him that you’re gonna unlock him now… but he’s gotta tell you all the naughty things he thought about while you were apart and that little command just throws him into subspace immediately. He’s on his knees, burying his face in your lap, babbling about how he wanted to fuck you so badly, how he wanted YOU to fuck him so badly, how he wanted you all over him and himself all over you in any and all positions, milking him dry till his voice is hoarse, bending you over the vanity and fucking you from behind till you’re screaming, just every little filthy thing he thought about and how desperate he was. „And you did so well. Go ahead, take it back and cum.“

And he just lasts about five feverish strokes before his delayed orgasm hits him like an ocean wave and he’s trembling like a leaf, putting his arms around your waist and hugging you even closer while you coo and pet his hair. Between feeling exposed and embarrassed, your soothing voice also makes him feel comforted and accepted and by god if that wasn’t one of the hottest things that ever happened to him in his life…. But also please let’s not do this for a while again and just have regular sex again when he’s recovered properly yes? Please don’t make him wait for longer than necessary okay?

Anon. Anon. I have been at a loss of words from this. You just show up and drop this delectable morsel and I just want to keep eating it 🤤

Rubbing the empty spot, hello?? Hell yes, absolutely. Maybe finding something phallic to hold there and jack off, hoping that the movement would give even a little relief.

And of course you'd take such good good care of your little captain. Holding it gently, nice warm water, sudsy bubbles, getting eeeeevery growing inch of it clean. Maybe a second scrub, just to be certain. A little kiss on the head before putting it back in the box.

Late at night, you hear something. Muffled thuds from a blunt object wishing it knew what to do. That it could do what it craved.

You might take a peek, wanting to see how pathetically hard and wet that pretty clown cock is. How it's dripping and glistening with precum. A swipe from your finger to get a taste and you could practically see his dick shiver.

Maybe one night you take matters into your own hands. Unfortunately, you finish faster than Buggy and he's left even more unsatisfied than usual.

The rest of him is feverish. Flushed and sweaty. His hands are shaking. His throat is dry. His teeth are chattering. There are tear streaks in his make-up. He was so fucking close. His balls ache so goddamn much.

You were all he could think about. You had consumed his mind, but not his body. Every little fucking thing reminded Buggy of you. And his lack of dick.

Drinking too fast and some liquid escapes his mouth? You struggling to swallow all the damn cum his heavy balls are holding right now.

Climbing the ship's rigging? Using the rope to tie you up and tease you until you're the one with tears and snot running down your face.

Polishing and sharpening his knives? Fuck, he wants to jack off so badly. Anything to break the constant horny hell he's living in.

All the frustrations and fantasies pour out of him when you two are finally together. You're finally here, filling his senses. It's like a dream come to life and all he can do is the one thing he's wanted - to come.

Buggy could not put into words how his incessant neediness heightened everything. How the delay in gratification made the very act of touching himself seem downright sinful. How he needed to orgasm almost as badly as he needed to breathe. How he hoped you would be pleased with each stream of cum that spilled from his swollen head and trembling fingers.

Yeah, this was fun. In a way. Too much to do again soon. Although, imagining coating you in all that cum. Pumping you so full that you're the one exploding and dripping... Well, maybe Buggy could be persuaded to let this happen again sooner than you think.

[phonydiaries]

You said headcanon requests? Thoughts on the parallels of P’s legion arm? Like the sheer violence it can cause to an enemy juxtaposed by the controlled softness it can cause to someone very dear.

I have been thinking about this non stop, just the idea that he does everything in his power not to have the legion arm make contact with the people he cares for unless entirely necessary.

(I am diseased)

OHHHHH I love this. I love this. This is my absolute jam.

Legion Related Headcanons

When P returns from a particularly brutal round of stalking, his legion arm is still dripping with viscous black oil. It's to such a degree that you can vividly imagine the magnitude of mechanical carnage it incurred. He looks shaken, and you offer your help restoring it to normal, bringing with you a wash basin and towel. You wipe away the grime as carefully as you can. You know it's an exceedingly sturdy and well built weapon; it can survive much worse things than a wet rag, but you think that's all the more reason to take good care of it.

As you're heading out one day, Pinocchio asks you to wait up, catching your arm with legion. His hold is a bit tighter than intended, not knowing his own strength, and you yelp. he drops your arm immediately and apologizes profusely even as you assure him you're fine.

After that, when he's with you he holds his legion arm behind his back so as to not harm you by accident. He walks around looking so proper, so polite, but somewhat restrained. You stand behind him and rest your hand on the mechanical arm. Your fingers travel to graze his hand experimentally. Distracted, he almost reciprocates, his metal fingers twitch beneath yours before he snaps back to attention and flinches away.

When you walk together, he makes sure to always stand to your left, seeming to enjoy the occassional bumping of his human hand against yours. Sometimes when you're rambling to him, he takes it gently and rubs circles in your wrist with his thumb while listening to you talk. You wonder, being as strong as he is, how much restraint he must exercise to manipulate his touch into something so soft.

If you anyone were to touch you without permission, P wouldn't have a second thought about rendering their wandering hands useless. In a crowded space, a stranger pushes past you both, but his touch lingers as he gropes at your waist. In the blink of an eye, his fingers are imprisoned in P's legion hand. He applies pressure one tic at a time until you hear a blunt crunch.

[shotanzz]

hii can u do sohee as bf?

SOHEE AS YOUR BF based on astrology ~

reminder: this is for fun and astrology is smth I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!

Scorpio Sun: The stereotype that scorpios suns are secretive is so played out they're just technically shy imo im sorry LMFAOOO. Once a scorpio fully trusts you or has something they genuinely want to tell you they just keep GOING. And the same probably applies to him especially since his Mercury is in Sag. In the beginning he might seem hard to crack or not one to spare many details but once he's sure of you and you two are officially together and solidified oh he's a plain open book. Ofc he's not gonna pour every aspect of his heart out but being secretive really won't be an issue. He has an aspect of sun and uranus so he won't really act in ways that aren't true to him, his freedom, or expression so he'd practice authenticity even within the relationship so you better be in it for the real him !!

Libra Moon: Similar to Wonbin he'd be pretty considerate and would weigh pros and cons before doing anything to ensure fairness. His chart makes up of placements centered around truth, fairness and morals so ngl being equal+in balance is something he'd want for the relationship. Sometimes there's a tendency for Libra moons to end up complacent or non argumentative to keep the peace but I think it wouldn't be as severe considering his sag placements. Rather than being complacent he'd be pretty passive, he'd be willing to engage in trivial debates and significant convos but wouldn't break his neck to prove his point or show that he's right unless it was absolutely necessary. His moon is sextile his venus so emotional balance is crucial so he'd avoid constant disturbances in the relationship so you two remain in harmony; downside he might become TOO passive and too invested in harmony to where needed conflicts are dismissed or he doesn't express himself fully.

Sagittarius Mercury: So...blunt LMFAOO. Honestly Sohee probably says crazy stuff or is more sassy behind closed doors he has sm mercury aspects even some with pluto and mars. He might be conflicted sometimes, has moments of being super blunt and even saying stuff without thinking and then his libra moon brings him back into peaceful mode and he's like "uuuhm my bad". Probably likes fake arguing or small debates. Makes fun of you most definitely but compared to Eunseok it'd be easy for him to apologize if he realized it was too far or hurt you. Instead of yelling he might talk pretty fast and "word vomit" whenever he's dealing with big emotions or anger (especially with his mercury square mars) and due to this he might go quiet during arguments (if they ever even happen) because he knows when dealing with his outbursts he could say the wrong thing or be hurtful when not meaning to. Likes to be playful and even a bit nonserious and childish in convos and tries to make things lighthearted.

Sagittarius Venus: Sigh omg a bestfriend and boyfriend in one quite LITERALLY. Sag Venus has a hard time settling down because they value their freedom and life path so much and they don't really get into -serious- relationships unless they're genuinely enamored with you and can see you fitting into their expanding life. So once he's with you and realizes he's actually in love with you and it's beyond just flirting and pining he's essentially all in. Freedom will be evident in the relationship and there may not be a super specific power dynamic laid out outside of the cheesy "look at how my gf takes care of me.”. He wouldn't abandon his career for the relationship but wouldn't completely abandon the relationship as a whole either but just know there'd be an attempt to split both. He'd be loving and wouldn't be too restricting, flirts via jokes quite literally he would end up being the funniest man you know especially with that sag mercury on top. He values optimism and change and would implement that into the relationship as well.

Pisces Mars: His Sag Venus paired with his mars could show that he'd be ok with someone being the initiator or taking the lead but would still be ok with wanting your attention and doing things to get it (not in a toxic way ofc) . Like he'd want to impress you with unconventionally/casual romantic things or "best friend dates" that soon lead to more. Aw man he's probably a friends to lovers trope type of man like anton :((. Tbh him having a Sag Venus + Pisces Mars such a chill relationship like I said earlier it'd be just like dating your friend.

[creepycranberry]

Big Black Car- 2

Rafe Cameron X Maybank!Reader

1

Warnings: slow burn, L*ke, topper is very much noncanon compliant (he’s like a mix of topper and Austin’s character in IDDI), alcohol, abuse, parental death, not proofread, kook/pogue bullshit, swearing, w*rd, let me know about anything else.

Extra TW for violence and abuse in this chapter

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Luke’s working at the garage today, so you’re cleaning the house and restocking the fridge.

He can pay for his beer, you’re not even touching that shit, but you pay for most everything else. The only thing he really covers is his drinking habit, the utility bill and sometimes necessary maintenance.

Other than that his money is his money and your money is y’all’s money.

You’re cleaning the ceiling fan when a loud knock at the door makes you jump and almost fall off of your step stool.

You open the door only to be faced with your father, who looks to be fuming.

“Why the hell weren’t you at work Saturday?

“I took a day off, why does it matter to you?” You say, backing up a little.

“We need that money, kid!”

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t spend all of your fucking money on alcohol and actually paid attention to your responsibilities instead of being blacked the fuck out all the time We would h-“

Your head is turned by blunt force and your eyes water as your cheeks sting.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that you ungrateful bitch!” He yells and you flinch.

“What do I have to be ungrateful for that I'm not providing for myself?” You retort.

This time you see it coming, moving at the last second to deliver A swift punch to his jaw.

He recovers fast and sends a swift punch to your stomach that knocks the air out of your lungs. And then you’re on the floor when you’re met with a boot to the face

“You fucking bastard! I work so hard for you and you’re not even my fucking daughter you entitled bitch!” He yells, making his way down the hall to your room.

Your room is nothing special, just your bed, a dresser, and a few boxes with stuff in them.

He grabs a box and walks towards the front door, throwing the box in the yard.

“Dad, what are you doing?” You yell, holding your T-shirt over your nose.

“You’re nineteen, find your own damned place to live! Quit mooching off of me you shithead.”

He goes for another box but you close the bedroom door, locking it as he yells from the other side, you grab a large tote bag and shove whatever clothes you can into it before stacking the boxes.

You wait until you can’t hear Luke screaming anymore.

You can’t breathe because of your nose, which isn’t bleeding as heavily anymore, but is still bleeding plenty, and you have a killer headache.

Your shoulder and stomach ache, your cheek stings and it hurts to move your jaw too much.

All of the pain hits you at once and you take a deep breath before attempting to stand, you grab all of your stuff slowly and quickly make your way out to your car, shoving all of the boxes in the back, including the one Luke threw into the yard.

You’re on your way to the Carreras when you see Rafe, walking down the street while you’re stuck at a stop light.

You’ve seen him once since Saturday and he barely acknowledged you.

He doesn’t see you at first and you look away in hopes that will make him less likely to see you at all but it doesn’t. Instead when he sees you his eyebrows lift in surprise and then go back down in what almost looks like concern.

You just keep driving.

when you get to the Carreras Topper is already sitting on the porch, waiting for you.

“Maybank! what the hell happened to you?” He asks, standing up and holding your face still to get a good look, avoiding the bruised areas.

“My dad-” you just start crying.

It’s embarrassing, and it makes your stomach hurt even more but you can’t help it.

Topper rests his hands on your hip and you hiss in pain, practically jumping out of his reach.

Topper moves your shirt up to reveal a big bruise on your ribs.

“This fucking…” Topper trails off and wipes the tears from your face, “it’s gonna be alright. Okay, you tell me when you can, for right now just tell me where it hurts and we’ll get you fixed up. Alright?”

You nod and he leads you to the front door, you fumble with the key for a moment before he takes it from you.

You look around as he unlocks the door and for a split second you see Rafe in the Passenger seat of Topper's car.

You’re shaking, you're not sure when you started shaking but as topper leads you to the couch you look down at your shirt to see the blood and remember that your face and clothes are probably covered in blood.

Topper crouches in front of you, taking in your messy appearance.

“Where does it hurt?” He asks again.

“My uh, my nose,”

“Yeah, no shit.” He smiles.

You return his smile and begin to point to where you can feel the pain.

Topper goes to the freezer and looks for anything to act like an ice pack.

He comes back with a few packages of frozen vegetables. He helps you lie down on the couch before placing the ice packs in their respective areas.

“Where’s the first aid kit here?” He asks and you tell him before you hear your phone ringing.

When you answer it you hear Mr. Carreras voice.

“Hey, Is everything alright? We just got an alert from the security company-“

“Crap, the alarm. Uh, everything is fine I just, I’m in a bit of pain right now and I was kind of just focused on getting an ice pack. I’ll put in the code really quick though.”

“Alright sweetie, call us if you need something.”

You say goodbye and hang up the phone, ignoring the pain in your stomach as you attempt to stand.

“What the hell are you doing?” A low voice at the door asks and you look up to see rafe, leaning against the door frame.

“We set off the security alarm, I have to put in the code to-“

“What’s the code?”

“I’ve gotta do it, Mrs-”

“Maybank, what’s the code?” He says it slow, punctuating each word lightly.

“I’m not giving you the security code to someone else’s house.”

“just give me the damned code and then sit on that damned couch with your ice packs. Alright?”

You cautiously stare at him for a moment before sitting on the couch and putting a package of frozen peaches to your cheek and nose, “102004.”

“Thanks, peaches.” He comments sarcastically and puts the code into the small keypad by the door.

You don’t say anything.

Topper comes back down the stairs with a first aid kit, and a new shirt from your bag.

He looks from you to Rafe and then back again, “everything okay in here?”

“Everything’s fine, Top.” Rafe says, sitting on the other end of the couch.

Topper cleans the blood from your face and neck, then puts a bandage on your nose and hands you back the bag of frozen peaches.

“Um, I need you to take your uh-” Topper stutters. Topper was big on boundaries with you, always being extra careful about your comfortability, even when it was inconvenient.

“He needs you to strip so he can check out the injuries on your torso.” Rafe says, point blank.

Topper gives him a “what the fuck, man?” Look but you just take off your shirt, revealing a black sports bra and a big ass bruise over the right side of your rib cage.

“Jesus, what did that sick son of a bitch do to you?” Rafe exclaims and Topper gives him a look again.

“Took out his anger on me and then kicked me out. Used the whole ‘You're not my daughter anyway’ card and then threw my stuff out into the yard.” You shrug, “it’s fine though, let’s see him try and pay for all his bills and groceries on his own.”

Rafe and Topper go quiet.

“You’re not his daughter?” Rafe asks after a minute.

“Legally I am, not biologically though.” You shrug.

“Whose kid are you then?”

“Joel Morgan.”

“Wasn’t he a Kook though?” Rafe asks and you nod.

“He decided to slum it with my mom at some point. I ended up coming along, but my mom was with JJ’s dad by that point. So he raised me for the first few years of my life, and then he died, I got sent to live with JJs dad, my mom was long gone by then and now here we are.” You explain, giving him the short version.

“And that’s why you went to our school?” Rafe asks and You nod, “wait but wouldn’t he have left like a trust to you or something?”

“He did. had an account to pay for all my schooling too. Only problem is I don’t get access to that trust or my inheritance until I’m twenty five, so until then I’m stuck doing this all on my own.”

The boys stay quiet, topper makes sure that your ribs aren’t broken or anything.

“Well you look alright, just keep ice on them and after your done house sitting if you need a place to stay, my place is always there, my parents love you I’m sure they’d be thrilled to have you-“

“Thanks Topper, but I can deal with it on my own. I have enough saved that four months worth of pay should be able to cover a small apartment. Probably on the cut, in the projects but it’d be better than nothing and definitely better than mooching off of you I-“

“You wouldn’t be mooching-“

“I don’t want to be a burden or cause problems, Topper. I can make it just fine on my own until my trust kicks in.”

“Fine but if you ever need anything, I’d be more than happy to help you.”

You just nod, “thanks for the help.”

“Anytime.”

•~•~•~•~•~

The Carreras get home today so You’re cleaning up again, restocking the fridge, and then changing into work clothes.

You take orders at the counter, sending them off to the kitchen and then handing them out to customers, along with ringing in to-go orders.

You're working a double shift today, trying to make up for the Saturday you missed.

“Hello! Waitress! Could I get a- what the hell happened to you?”

“I don’t think we have that on the menu JJ. Could I get you anything else?”

“Okay, what the fuck?” JJ exclaims, getting up off his stool and going behind the bar, despite the other servers protests, “what happened?”

“Luke kicked me out.” You shrug.

You haven’t seen JJ in the last week or so, he’s been at John B’s, avoiding our father as per usual.

“What?”

“Mhm. I have to figure out a place to stay by the end of the day.”

“Just stay with John B like I am.” JJ shrugs.

“John B is helping us out enough.” You shake your head, refilling a napkin container.

“Well then where will you go? You’re too stubborn to let anyone give you handouts.”

“I’ll figure it out, now, do you need anything to eat? When was the last time you drank some water? You better not just be drinking beer over there.”

“Geez, chill Hermana, me and John B are just fine. You worry about yourself for once. Got it?”

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

“I will take an order of fries though.” You sigh and give him a look before turning around to give the order to the kitchen, “thank you, I love you, you’re the best, extra ketchup please.”

•••

You’re napping in your car after work when violent tapping on the car window wakes you up. You jump and reach into the passenger seat for your keys before realizing that it’s just Topper.

“The Carreras are back.” He says.

“And the sun is up.” You respond, rubbing your eyes.

“Where are you staying?”

“Don’t w-“

“Cause I’m not gonna just let you live in your car. Stop being stubborn and come stay at my place.”

“Topper, it’s kind of you to offer but I really can’t.” You insist, tired of having the same argument with him over and over.

“Just take the fucking offer.” You hear a rough voice behind topper say.

“Rafe I’m not gonna take a handout-“

“It isn’t a handout. It’s a friend looking out for a friend. Fucking hell, just let him do something for you for once. I’m sick of listening to him complain and I’m sick of listening to you two having the same argument over and over. Goddamnit.” Rafe exclaims and you mull it over.

“I’ll pay rent.”

“My parents won’t let you. At most they’ll let you pay for your own necessities but that’s it.” Topper says and you sigh.

“Fine.”

“Fucking finally.” Rafe exclaims and Topper glares at him. You can’t help but laugh a little, which causes Topper to glare at you.

When you look back to Rafe his face is set in a relaxed expression, he’s beginning to look weirdly comfortable when you see him now.

“Need a ride home?” You offer to the both of them and Topper opens the passenger door and Rafe Huffs as he takes residence in the back seat.

When you get to Toppers house his mom is in the front, standing to her flower beds. They were the one things she didn’t let her staff handle.

When you get out of your car she begins to smile before her expression turns to concerned. She turns her attention to her son, “what happened to her?”

“Not my story to tell but she has no where else to stay so I-“

“She's staying here.” His mother says, meeting your eyes. It’s not a question, it’s an order to you.

Topper's mothers family was close with your fathers. You and Topper had known each other at a young age. After your father died and you moved to Luke’s you only saw each other at school. And for a few years that was it, and then Topper turned fourteen and his parents no longer required him to stay closer to their home and he would pick you up from your house on weekends while JJ was at John B’s. You would ride on the pegs on his bike wheels down to the marina and the two of you would hang out until he would have to take you back home.

His mother hated Luke, not just because he was a pogue but because she didn’t think he was fit to be a father. She was wrong for a while and then she wasn’t.

“Yes ma'am.” You smile and she nods.

“Show her to the guest room.” She says, returning her attention to her flower beds and effectively dismissing the three of you.

Topper leads the way and Rafe follows closely behind you. You reach the room next door to Toppers and he opens the door, setting one of your boxes on the floor by the bed.

“This is where you’ll be living, our bathroom is connected, we can go grab toiletries later if you need, towels are in the cabinet above the toilet, toilet paper is under the sink etcetera, etcetera.” Topper smiles and you stand in the middle of the room awkwardly, “you okay?”

“Yeah I uh, it’s just new.”

Topper nods and leads you through the bathroom to his room. You had spent some amount of time here in middle school. You would come over and rant to Topper about work shit, ignoring him when he offered you money.

Topper flops onto the bed and you sit in the desk chair, spinning around. Rafe sits on the bench at the foot of the bed, his eyes trained on your nose.

“Does it still hurt?” He asks you.

His sincerity almost shocks you, “only when I remember it’s there.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

“It was polite of you to ask.” You offer him and he nods before training his eyes on the floor.

“What did Mr. Carrera say?” Topper breaks the silence.

“He uh- he didn’t really say anything to me about it. He slipped a hundred into my tips though.” You smile as best you can, “he did tell Kie to ask JJ about it though.”

“He hates JJ.” Top comments.

“That doesn’t really matter when it comes to JJ or me actually surviving.”

“I think Mom will probably kill him if she sees him around.” Topper smiles and you nod.

“Seems like a safe bet.”

Rafe looks severely uncomfortable when he speaks next, “I’m kinda bored. I might just head out.” It’s directed at Topper but he’s looking at you.

“You sure, man?” Top asks and rafe nods.

“Yeah, wheezies been having a hard time in her English class and dad and Rose are out of town so I’ll probably have to help her with that.” He says, getting up and heading for the door, stopping to turn to you, “I’ll have Sarah let JJ know where you’re at.”

“Thank you, Rafe.”

“No problem, peaches” he says as he heads down the hall.

“I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

[in-halingstardust]

hi love! i saw your hsr matchup event is live and i'd like to send my request~ pronouns: she/her/they/them gender: female spice tolerance: spicy personality indicators: intj 5w4 ; melancholic-choleric signs: pisces sun / taurus rising / taurus moon hogwarts house: ravenclaw alignment: neutral good alignment preferred gender to be matched with: male

personality: studious, business-minded, tech-savvy, a little bit of a perfectionist, tends to overwork, stubbornly independent, calm and composed, intimidating at first glance (according to colleagues), reserved and extremely introverted, protective to loved ones, obedient and respectful to authorities but will not hesitate to call them out if necessary, blunt, idealistic, highly organised, loves to play video games or read and write books on spare time, passionate, drawn to mysterious, historical, gothic, and horror subjects

hobbies + likes: researching abandoned and haunted places, writing, reading, exams, stationery, business-related topics (esp finance), coffee shops, bookstores and libraries, electronic shops, technology, video games, dark royalty / dark academia aesthetic, classical literature, classical music, detective/crime/mystery/horror stories (esp. from 19th century), cats, history, listening and belting out to musicals when alone, greek mythology

dislikes: bugs, studying repetitive subjects without gaining new knowledge, failure to meet own expectations, unnecessary change

physical description (in case you need it): dark brown hair that reaches the middle of the thighs, brown almond eyes, warm ivory skin tone, top hourglass figure, wears glasses and switches them out with purple contacts sometimes, always wears a necklace and a pair on rings on both hands

if you need anything else, feel free to ask! thanks!

First of all, I want to say I absolutely love your works with the TWST fandom! I have read through so many of them on my "main" (well more like my dead) blog. This is a little longer, but more of a thank you for me for your stories :,D

I'm going to pick Dr. Ratio for you! ⋆⭒˚.˚.⋆⭒˚.⭒˚.⋆

You and Dr. Ratio I feel have similar interests. Like-minded individuals striving to know more about this dysfunctional world. High expectations, a sort of strive for the greater knowledge of the world. There are only a few who can stand on the same stage as you two.

It's almost a sort of rivalry. A small smirk that is passed with one grade is higher than the other, the glances while the other is presenting, the small inside jokes that are layered between sarcasm and logicality. If any one of your classmates were to explain this they would simply say genius' brains are on a different universe. It's not because of that.

Lets be honest. It's because of the sex,

❥ For the serious front that you both pertain in front of your colleagues, your neck itches from the tight blouse buttoned up to your neck. What’s wrong? Ratio states, it’s a question he already knows the answer to. Don’t want to show off my handiwork? Underneath thin cotton you hide a line of bite marks from the previous night, littered across your body in an arrangement of shapes. ❥ He gets this way when he is in a good mood. ❥ You give him a little push, enough to calm the faint tint across your cheeks. It’s hard not to think about last night. Reminiscent of strong muscles holding you down by the hips- bruises still forming-, his hands wrapped around your hair pulling gently to gain more access to your neck. The way you cried out for him last night and his muffled groans against your skin… ❥ No. You breathe in and out. It’s just a distraction from the presentation. Besides, if you both passed there would be a reward afterwards…Not that you have ever failed.

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there's a bunch of little guidelines, unique to each character, that i use when writing dialogue. helps to give em unique voices, and keep them distinct from one another. it's also a list of headcanons in & of itself. figured it'd be fun to write 'em out and share 'em here........

lucas speaks as plainly as possible. tends not to use big words - or many words at all - if he can help it. only says what's necessary to get his thoughts across (or often much less…). his internal monologue is long-winded & rich & dripping with metaphors, but when he opens his mouth, what comes out is plain, simple, and always accommodating. though he uses informal language & comes off real casual-like, he's actually very careful with his word choice. if he's gonna speak up, he's gonna be deliberate about it. rarely imposes upon others, even if he's answering a question or making a judgment. while lucas does often talk quietly, and is prone to hesitant pauses, he almost never stutters. southern accent realness.

claus speaks boldly, usually without thinking first. may use an excessive amount of words. he meanders through sentences sometimes, cuz he's just blurting bullshit as it comes to him. has a cartoonishly brazen manner of speaking, like he's hyping himself up as the smartest funniest guy in the room, but you can kinda tell it's just a playful performance. uses mostly casual language, even when discussing serious or complicated topics. sometimes he tosses in big words to keep you on your toes and remind you he's smarter than he seems. will often try to sound calm and unfazed even when he's definitely Fazed. when he's for real emotionally compromised though, he completely flips, lapsing into the masked man's unnervingly brief, blunt, stagnant speech. southern accent realness as well.

kumatora speaks extremely casually. lots of slang. slathers the most basic statements in irony, pop culture references, and naughty language. whereas lucas won't impose upon others, kuma does exactly that, fully intending to make a big impression with everything she says. even when she's being rude as hell, she usually means it all in good fun, she's just got an abrasive edge to her manner of speaking. sometimes others are put off by it - therefore, she deems those folks unworthy of her company anyways. when she's genuinely angry or sad, she tends to cut the theatrics (though not the swearing). might occasionally lapse into metaphorical language to describe complicated feelings, especially when emotionally strained. shortens words and uses contractions as much as possible.

duster speaks really gently, with a lot of uncertain mannerisms. whenever he has to use more than a few words, he tends to hesitate and meander, like he's not quite sure he's got the right words to make himself clear. prone to hesitation, "um"s and "er"s, and occasional stutters. the way he phrases things is kinda soft & malleable, rarely stating his opinion definitively, cautiously leaving room for others to disagree or add their input. never swears - instead he opts for "gosh" and "heck" and so on. very informal, with a profound southern drawl.

boney's animal telepathy "dialogue" is simple to a goofy degree. little guy will directly state whatever is presently on his mind, oblivious to any social etiquette. sometimes his lack of filter makes for funnily rude or ill-timed interjections. he uses only plain words (though kumatora's unfortunately introduced a few swears to his vocabulary).

flint speaks a lot like lucas, plain and simple and quiet. though he doesn't have the same delicate consideration for the words he's choosing. he says what he means as bluntly as possible, in as few words as possible, and leaves it at that. (secretly he's very aware of how awkward and imposing he comes off, but he hasn't the faintest clue how to remedy it.) prone to hesitant pauses, but only when emotionally compromised. heavy southern drawl (where do y'think the twins got it from).

hinawa speaks kinda like claus, tossing out a lotta thoughts and words in a merry stream of consciousness. hugely exuberant. singsongy, even. she's a bit teasy, and very whimsical, but never offensive or impolite. fond of nicknames. her word choice tends to be informal, though she probably does have a more vibrant vocabulary than she lets on. heavy southern drawl of course, peppered with homely little hillbilly-isms.

fuel is funny to write, cuz he has a loose jokey less-than-sincere manner of speaking, which comes off lackadaisical & carefree. but you can sorta tell he's actually mopey & nervous under the surface. if not by his frequent hesitations and dodgy replies, then at least by his body language. very informal and hickish, and prone to swearin', like the workin' class guy he is.

nana's one of my favs to write, cuz she is a fountain of run-on sentences, always babbling some tangential story off the top of her head, winding this way and that, and by the time she's done talking you've learned like 5 mildly intriguing and hilariously irrelevant new things about her. remarkably formal diction, paired with a flat tone that does not quite match her long-winded rambles. rarely if ever uses exclamation points. doesn't swear. no accent.

ness' speech is probably the most basic out of anybody's. ordinary and casual, with no particular accent or flair to it. big & fancy words are completely out of his wheelhouse. he peppers his dialogue with a few dorky dad-isms every now and then (like callin' folks "sport" or "pal," or dropping a wholly unironic "see ya later, alligator"). though he's not a nervous guy, he does get a little mopey or unsure of himself sometimes, which causes him to pause and mumble a lot.

paula speaks pretty formally most of the time. she says shit like "furthermore," and "precisely," making her stand out distinctively from her fellow dorks & dweebs. is she playfully talking clever in a tounge-in-cheek kinda way, or is she Actually Just Being A Smartass? depends who you ask! paula likes to flex her robust vocabulary, and lace her dialogue with snark & sarcasm. her delivery's comedically dry. when she's reaching out to someone in earnest sympathy, though, her speech gets a lot softer, with thoughtful pauses and gentler language. when she's upset, she gets really flustered, swapping her calm & cool veneer for frantic exclamations & italics!! she does have a southern accent, but she takes care to enunciate each letter in the words she uses, so it's subtle compared to characters like lucas or duster.

jeff speaks as flatly as possible, and keeps his word count to an absolute minimum. his standbys are answering questions with a blunt one-word reply, and asking questions with a period instead of a question mark (cuz he delivers them with virtually no affect). though he knows a lot of academic language, he tends not to use it in casual conversation, afraid of alienating others or coming off like a smartass. his speech is generally bone-dry and very constrained. which makes it all the more special when someone manages to choke a sappy blabber or a furious snap out of him. oh. and he comes with a british accent, of course.

poo's another surprise favorite of mine. my take on him is really charismatic, and genuinely quite funny. he's able to swap between casual and formal mannerisms on the fly. sorta in reference to his mimic ability, he tends to match the energy of whoever he's talking to. so he can turn on a dime from talking real candidly plain & chill with ness, to snarking it up shakespearean style with paula. sharply attentive, he's both clever and empathetic, wily and kind, often sassy but never hurtful. chooses his words very thoughtfully. he has a lot of big feelings bottled up, and fancies himself a poet, so he sometimes goes on sappy wistful metaphorical tangents. he knows full well they sound indulgent, perhaps even dorky, but you'll cut him some slack, won't you? a guy's gotta breathe a little.

porky is the fucking worst and i love him so much ❤️. he treats every conversation like a war, and will deploy snide ruthless underhanded tactics to emerge victorious. he's sardonic, haughty, vitriolic. if he thinks he has the upper hand, he'll cooly sit back and try to pick you apart with biting insults & blows below the belt, trying to find your weak points. if he feels cornered, he'll start furiously barking whatever he thinks will hurt you most. he speaks with an uncanny blend of boyish casual language, pretentious big-brained scrabble words, and swearing (which thinks make him sound Very Mature). will wax poetic about human nature like he thinks he's on par with socrates, then whirl around and call you a snot-nosed dweeb for daring to question his wisdom. my very favorite thing about writing porky's dialogue (and his internal monologue) is that almost everything he says is Wrong. like. as a rule, if he claims something, he's probably got it backwards. and while he is certainly trying to convince others of his bullshit, he is even moreso trying desperately to convince himself. maybe if he repeats his miserable lies & false convictions enough, louder this time, they'll finally stick.

picky peter is practically his brother's antithesis. if every conversation is a war, he chooses to lay down his weapons and avoid the fight entirely. he white flags his way through dialogue, keeping his statements simple and brief and unobtrusive. harshness or accusations make him retreat, essentially playing dead or gray rocking 'til the threat dissipates. kindness catches him off guard, making him "er…" and "um…" and scramble sheepishly to find his words. he does have a lot of barely-repressed bitterness in his guts, and might take on a subtle hint of snark or spite under pressure. his vocabulary is not very broad. he's got a dry fake little laugh he does when he's trying to be friendly ("haha") - but when he's genuinely cracking up, he'll snort instead.

tracy is fun cuz she shares ness' plain & casual "just some guy" manner of speaking, but she's like?? kinda fuckin' mean?? she thinks she's too cool for most folks, adopted a tough exterior to one-up her childhood bullies - and especially admires paula. but she hasn't quite mastered the art of being snarky without coming off rude or edgy. so she speaks sarcastically, teases others, seems bluntly disinterested all the time, and it just makes her sound like a careless teenager (which is exactly what she is). thankfully ness sees through her attitude and knows she's full of love deep down. and paula knows she'll probably grow out of it. peter weirdly enough feels very at ease with tracy snarking at him, cuz he's used to that sorta abrasive talk, but he finds solace in the knowledge that it's harmless here, he knows she doesn't actually mean it. tracy reveals her soft side when she's nervous or troubled, prompting gentler language and lots of unsteady pauses, sounding a lot more like her brother in moments of uncertainty.

[the-kingshound]

Decision - part 2 of ?

TW: suicidal/self harming thoughts, description of violence, grief.

Time has lost all kind of matter or significance. After having torn the masked person apart limb by limb, slowly, until your clothes and your hair and your skin drip blood, still tasting metal in your mouth, you have functioned in an empty shell. Their screams weren't satisfying, they wouldn't be enough for the pain caused. The wound on your abdomen is closed, but pulses and doesn't hurt nearly enough.

You took down Arthur and Saraah's bodies. You hugged them and dry heaved. You weren't able to truly cry. It hurt too much, to hold their cold boneless body, so you didn't allow yourself any more contact than necessary.

It is your fault.

You stay in the room where it all happened. An unbearable amount of time later, someone finds you, kneeling in a pool of blood like a broken useless doll.

"Oh, no..."

It's Merlin. He gets you out. He enchants the bodies you hold not to rot, preserving them. When your mind starts revolting and clawing at your chest, Merlin shushes you like a small child.

"Drink," he tells you, placing a tea in your hand. You do, only because the warm smell of it compels you to as intended.

Merlin keeps you sedated for a while. Sometimes you wake, groggy, laid inside his tent. He is either working on your injury, or making potions and teas. He makes you drink something that pulls you into consciousness again. And again. Perhaps he wants to spare you, but from the very first conscious inhale you take when you wake, pain devours you whole and doesn't stop until you fall into magic induced sleep again.

The fourt time you wake up, he does allow you too stay awake. For good measure, he puts a warm cup in your hand.

"That is just for the nausea," he explains, somewhat avoiding your gaze. As if he knew it was your fault, as if he blamed you and he SHOULD he should blame you-

"I didn't make it in time," Merlin confesses, taking a steaming mug for himself. This time, he is looking at you, and he looks so old and tired. Guilty. "Mordred alerted me. Told me where to look. But I was too late and now..."

He takes a small sip of his tea. "I never though I would have to live past my boy. I hoped I wouldn't. I am old enough, as you can see."

Your heart breaks. You want to throw up, to destroy the tent, to tear up the entire kingdom.

Merlin then places the pomel of a sword in your hand. You feel a wave of anguish, instantly washed down in favour of warm consolation. Excalibur grieves, and yet it tries to soothe your pain.

"Here. Hold it. It wanted to stay with you."

You swallow, and this time you might cry. For a brief moment you feel an intense desire to cut your throat with Excalibur but you know it will stay blunt.

You have to bring your King and your brother home.

[naomihatake]

Nanami Kento headcanons #1

Summary: random Nanami headcanons, general personality traits I observed and demeanor. I might elaborate later on some of those.

TW: none, I guess?

︴He definitely has a hard shell. Genuinely, he has a stoic and low key shell rather than a cold one. He just seems unbothered and annoyed at the same time.

︴He's kinda sassy and blunt as fuck, but his comments are only for the best unless he's genuinely mad. He adores discipline and having plans for his next day, so he probably gets quite grumpy when it comes to unplanned things. Less grumpy when it's about a mission because he got used to how unexpected those are.

︴I see him as selfless. A bit too selfless even. He wouldn't let anyone die on his watch even if it costs his life (we're all crying about this one, I know)

︴I wonder if he has a hard time accepting his wrongdoings. And by that, I mean he has a hard time with himself rather than being unable of apologizing. I think he's very harsh on himself and he doesn't forgive himself easily. At the same time, I see him as someone who doesn't regret much. Those two sides of him depend on the context, most probably.

︴He cares more than he lets you see. And he's the type to believe in actions more than words and he follows that belief himself. He's the type to show more through actions than words and he tries his best to keep his promises. Is it even necessary to mention he doesn't make promises unless he's sure he can keep them?

︴His toxic trait is probably being so hard on himself he tends to avoid people thinking he's doing them a favor. However, I don't think this happens everytime. He has to go through really hard times and he doesn't forgive himself at all when he's on a mission with someone and they get badly injured.

︴He's honest. He's honest and very sincere and his bluntness probably makes him look cold, emotionless. He feels so much more than he lets be seen.

︴When he's close to someone, be it a friend or a partner, he's most likely softer. So much softer and his sincerity cannot only be heard, but seen on his features, in his eyes. He tries to mold his bluntness into positive criticism more, especially when it's about people he cares for, the ones he empathizes with.

︴He doesn't settle for less than he thinks he should receive because he gives everything, but he does feel guilty if shit goes down in any kind of relationship. He doesn't settle for less, but he doesn't wish for the moon either. It's kind of balanced, if you get what I mean?

︴If he's hurt, he tries to play it cool and take care of it by himself. He'd try to hide his pain, be it physical or emotional, but he wouldn't get mad if someone tries to help. He might say things that seem harsh, but if you'd look up at him as you help, he'd have such a soft gaze. He's genuinely grateful for help, even if he doesn't accept it at first.

︴He puts too much responsibility on his own shoulders, reason why he most probably doesn't want to become a sensei for young sorcerers. He'd burden himself with so much and he's sure there are people much better at this job, even if he can explain well. He's a good mentor, he'd be a great sensei. However, he swears up an down about how he wouldn't ever become a teacher.

︴He remains a kind person, despite what he seems to be. He's kind and if he'd get born into another life, he'd choose a universe without curses and the burdens he has to carry because of situations in the past he calls "mistakes". Once again, he puts so much on his own shoulders when no one asks him to. He's hard on others, but most importantly, he's hard on himself.

︴He's not optimistic or pessimistic most of the time. He's realistic and realism sometimes appears like pessimism to other people. He's able to read both the good and the bad part from a situation and to put into words. His way of talking/communicating makes it seem like it, but he's just realistic. He used to be very pessimistic as a teenager from what I gathered. He matured over the years and now sees everything from many other perspectives.

︴He's very good at communicating. If the conversation or the group of people he's with feels worth it, he definitely talks. And he's a smooth talker as well.

︴He doesn't let anyone walk over him. He'd be passive aggressive while also casually pointing out they're being an idiot. (I live for savage Nanami)

︴He hates when people disrespect others and ranks and the way sorcerers' grading is viewed is very annoying to him, most probably. In his eyes everyone has potential, in a way or another.

︴He's definitely sorry for the way those kids and teenagers have to just accept being sacrifices. And he'll protect them no matter what it takes because he's been there as well and he wishes he can give them better than what he's experienced as a young sorcerer.

︴"He returned to being a sorcerer from the life of a salaryman because he never felt truly appreciated and didn't believe his work had any significant impact on anyone. In contrast, work as a sorcerer allowed him to build up small bits of appreciation from innocent people. For Nanami, this was more than enough to allow him to live without regrets" — That's what Jujutsu Kaisen Wiki says about him and I couldn't find better words to explain this

[kaigarax]

Absolutely Bright

Geto Suguru x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone when they're soft and gentle."

“Would you die if someone told you to?” You asked, the back of your hand brushing up against Geto’s as the two of you continued onwards, the silence of night blaring loudly.

Geto looked at you, a frown pulling at his lips, “what’s this about?”

“No, you wouldn’t. Right?”

“Well I don’t imagine anyone would simply just agree to dying.”

“Yeah,” you hum, “that’s what I thought.”

---

Geto Suguru has never been much of a drinker. Never saw a need to willingly put foul tasting liquid in his mouth just for the sake of losing all sense and all feelings of control.

You and Gojo, on the other hand, don’t seem to have quite the same sentiments. Willingly indulging in the foul tasting drinks as if you need it to survive. As if it’s a necessary task that needs to be completed in order to be a proper teenager. A task that neither of you seems to have too many qualms over.

Usually both you and Gojo are dragged back to school by Geto after a long night of him sitting in the back. Tonight though, it seems only you have gone beyond your typical limits as you stumble into him as he has his back pressed to the back of a wall.

“Geto.” You say, his name coming out slowly.

“Still alive, (L/n)?” Teases Geto.

You sigh, taking a seat against the wall beside him, “unfortunately.”

“Dying never really has been your forte, huh?”

You look up at him from your seat on the ground, “you don’t even know.”

Your eyes, despite being clouded over, seem to peer into his very soul. So bright and brilliant and swirling with gold. Almost like the very night sky.

Like Gojo you’d been blessed with eyes that see more than the normal person’s. And with eyes that see brilliantly come an appearance that is also brilliant. Geto can barely count the number of people that have been entranced by such eyes. He, himself, has always been rather immune to the beauty of eyes but always finds himself shocked at just how deeply you always seem to look at him. Almost as if you regarde him with a warmth and brilliance that he’s unaware he possesses.

Geto has to shake his head to pull himself from the grasp you’ve unknowingly placed around him.

You drop your head to your lap and sigh.

Geto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver lighter.

He doesn't actually smoke much, mostly carries it around for Shoko, but sometimes it helps to numb the bitterness in his mouth. More numb than it is badly tasting. Sounds like a brilliant idea as he drops down to take a seat beside you against the wall.

The white stick feels so brittle and fragile as he brings it up to his lips before lighting it up.

The sound of the lighter flicking seems to catch your attention as you look up at him overtop your arm.

“Those kill you, ya know.” You say.

You always tell Shoko the same thing whenever you see her smoke despite the fact that she never shows any sign that she plans to stop. Geto thinks that you mostly tell her now out of habit. That it’s not really something either of you think too much into and the thought is amusing. A sort of pattern that your friendship has fallen into.

Geto laughs, breathing in a drag, “I know.”

You bring a hand up to your uniform, pulling a few buttons loose before moving to pull your hair loose. You had put it up nicely earlier in the day but it seems that the heat has begun to get to you.

You always put a lot of effort into looking nice and presentable.

Geto thinks you look pretty with your hair loose.

Has to force himself to look away.

He holds the cigarette in his hand, staring at the red end of the blunt. It’s almost pretty as it slowly disappears - transforming into ash. Not pretty in the traditional sense but pretty in the way that broken glass is as it glitters in the sun. Something that’s only pretty when you’re in an intoxicated state of mind.

You move quicker than he thought you could as you snatch the cigarette from his hand.

Geto thinks that you’re going to throw it away so it surprises him when you bring it up to your own lips as you breathe in.

His heart flutters treacherously.

He can see the hint of a tattoo you have over your collar bone as your unbuttoned blouse folds over itself and hangs low, showing off the tanktop you wear underneath. He didn’t know you had gotten a tattoo though he isn’t all too surprised either. You always went out of your way to do small and subtle things to rebel as most teenagers did.

He can barely make out the word Absolutely in dark ink sprawled over your collarbone.

Your hair hangs loosely around your shoulders as you look up at him with those dazzling eyes. Geto thinks that he might be stuck here for an eternity, staring at you like this.

Then you break out into a cough.

Geto laughs, “first time?”

You pout, “don’t be mean.”

He pulls the cigarette from your grasp before dropping it to the ground and stepping it out.

“How do you and Shoko smoke that?” You asked, “it’s horrible.”

Geto shugs, “some people are just able to handle bad tasting things.”

“Ha,” you laugh, “bad tasting things,” as if it’s simply just another thing to say.

At one point in his life, Geto might’ve laughed too. Might’ve leaned down and brushed your hair back before kissing you on the lips. Might’ve even enjoyed the fluttering of his heart as you look up at him. But not all people are meant to stay the same - just as not all things are meant to stay exact.

“Do you have any siblings, Geto?” You ask suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I used to have an older brother and sister, you know.”

Geto looks at you gently, watching as you push back a loose strand of hair and turn to face him, “how did they ever put up with someone as annoying as you?” He knew that your father had quite a few kids but he had always been under the impression that you were the oldest. It was almost… surprising.

“I’ll have you know that I was an excellent younger sister.” You exclaim, “they love me.”

“I bet they do.”

“Well,” you look down, “at least they did.”

Geto’s heart pangs at the sad look you get. He feels guilty for something he’s had no control over. Almost feels as though the sadness you’re feeling is his own. Figures it’s probably time for you to head back as he turns around and kneels down, his back to you.

“What?” You ask.

“Get on.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking you back.”

You pout, “but I don’t wanna go back,” despite wrapping your arms around him.

Geto chuckles as he wraps his arms around your legs and props you up, “I think you’ve partied enough for one night.”

“Hm,” you grumbled as you rested your head on his back.

Geto slowly makes his way through the room before he finally spots Gojo. Gojo seems caught up in his own adventure at the moment - just barely making enough time to look up at Geto to smile and laugh.

Geto gestures to you before moving his head towards the door.

He doesn't really know if Gojo understands him or not but he doesn't wait too long to figure it out. Shoko’s still here and Geto can always come back and pick him up after dropping you off if things (Gojo) get too out of control.

It’s a lot quieter outside.

There’s less and less people as he makes his way back.

The cool night air has you leaning close to Geto for warmth.

The night skies are pretty. They’ve always been pretty but never something Geto actually thought much about. So far away and out of reach.

Geto hums gently to himself, the noises of night as his accompaniment.

Such a lovely world they’ve been born into. Even with curses and pain and suffering.

“Geto.” You say, your voice soft.

Geto’s humming abruptly stops as he feels you pull back slightly.

Was it bothering you? Did you find it annoying?

“You don’t like me very much, do you, Geto?” You asked.

Geto, whose arms are wrapped securely around you, laughs gently, “what makes you say that? I’m carrying you home in the middle of the night. I wouldn't do this for just anyone you know.”

“You’re only doing this because Satoru asked you to take care of me tonight.” You say, resting your head on his back.

Satoru.

You call him Satoru while he’s just Geto.

“I thought you were the one that didn’t like me.” Geto hums.

“Really?” You gasp dramatically, “what made you think that?”

“You never talk to me first.” Geto’s gentle voice is a contrast to your own intoxicated one, “always go out of your way to avoid partnering up with me and complain whenever it’s just the two of us assigned to a mission.”

“That’s because I’m embarrassed when I’m around you.”

“Are you now?” Teases Geto.

You nod, “of course. Everyone’s embarrassed when they talk to the person they like - like. And I, my good sir, happen to like - like you.”

Geto frowns, “you’re drunk, (L/n).”

“It doesn't matter anyway because you don’t like me.” You huff, “I’m just the transfer student in your eyes. Shoko’s an expert in reverse cursed energy while you and Satoru are the strongest. Poor ol’ me is left behind.”

“You’re not just the transfer student, (L/n).”

You will never be just the transfer student to him.

“You’re right. I’m also (L/n) to you. Next head of the (L/n) clan.”

Ah yes, the great (L/n) clan. Known for their cumulative abilities. Despite not being the eldest your father had determined that it would be you that would get to claim the great inheritance that is becoming the next leader. Unlike your siblings, you’d been born with the stars in your eyes; an ability only seen in your family once every few generations. So, after years of being trained and prepared by members of your Clan they shipped you off to Jujutsu School in hopes of giving you experience in the world before calling you back to fulfill your purpose.

Geto never really knew much, apart from what Satoru and Shoko had told him - and all their information had come from you.

He wonders what your father would think if he saw you now?

Well you were certainly getting your fair share of ‘worldly experiences’.

He feels a little guilty as the weight of your words sink in. He knows that you aren’t the closest with your father and your relationship is complicated. Well more complicated than normal families.

Geto’s frown deepens, “that’s not what I mean.”

“Then why’d you use my surname?” You pout, “you call Satoru and Shoko by their given names while I’m just (L/n).”

“Well I’m just Geto to you.” The sudden outburst is uncharacteristic of Geto. It has him suddenly halting his movements in surprise. He didn’t expect the words to come out so harshly. Didn’t think that he was capable of saying something so brash and cold.

And to you of all people.

An apology quickly forms in his mind but gets caught in his throat - as things usually do when it comes to you.

Your hold around him softens as you laugh, “Suguru.”

Your voice is so soft as you say his name. So warm and gentle. Geto isn’t certain he’s ever heard anyone say it in such a way before and it sends his heart racing. It feels so different from any other time he’s ever heard it from your lips. Or anyone else for the matter. Actually, Geto’s pretty certain this is the first time he’s ever heard you use his given name.

“(Y/n).” He says in response, slowly and calmly in hopes of masking the erratic beating of his ever treacherous heart.

“That’s not my name.” You say.

“It isn’t? But it’s what everyone calls you.”

“It’s my name but it’s not my real name. It’s what my mother wanted to call me but my father said otherwise.”

Geto laughs softly, “and what would you like me to call you?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I want to be your tomorrow.” You hum, nuzzling into the back of his neck, “I want to be all your tomorrows.”

Fall in love with someone when they’re soft and gentle.

[this-user-is-always-bored]

Boothill and Herta for the character asks?

BOOTHILL

SEXUALITY: the definitive demisexual. i think it would take a lot of work for him to trust someone enough to even try being awkwardly sexually intimate with them, much less casually. a lot of this can be seen through the way he distances himself from others beyond what’s necessary: even when it’s a party that’s being held by rappa, his friend, he still doesn’t join in until he’s pushed into it. on some level this is a practice in caution— and while it is that, i also see it as him not wanting to make too many bonds, lest losing them hurt as much as losing what he lost before. he was demisexual before his cyborgification, obviously, but his trauma caused this spectrum to grow ever so narrower.

GENDER: ooh this is one aspect of his character i’ve never considered before. there is something to be said in how despite everything, bh’s vehemently refuses to get a new, completely improved full robot body that can house his consciousness, instead opting to install parts into his original body instead— the body that lived on his original planet, the one that was a simple ranger, the one who raised, lost, and swore to avenge his daughter. this futile (and because he eventually will have no parts of his original body left, it is futile) need to cling to the only remaining reminder of what he used to be, and knows he can never return to plays a large part in his identity i think. now that you’ve gotten me to talk abt it, bh’s gender is just.. complicated and i am very unequipped to dissect it in a meaningful way :,3 but this is what i think abt it mostly.

A SHIP YOU LIKE WITH HIM: none, really. if i’m just shipping for fun and not considering any character implications then mayyyyyybe Guns N’ Roses (Argenhill)? they bounce off of eachother extremely well, and that dynamic could translate into romance… but ultimately i’d rather he’d get his affairs in order (aka kill oswaldo schneider), resolve his own problems, and then decide whether he even wants a romantic relationship or not.

BROTP: Rappahill is so cute you guys what the hell. with that being said, i don’t see them as a brother-sister dynamic, despite seeing them as a brotp. you’re fine in reading them that way though, i can definitely see it.

NOTP: Robinhill is not it sorry. aside from Robin’s lesbian coding being blatantly ignored, their shared distant nature would make the relationship awkward at best, and nonexistent at worst.

RANDOM HEADCANON: he used to be very good at weaving baskets! even though his fingers are far too blunt & sharp to work with weaving now, the muscle memory is still with him, and he sometimes makes the motion of weaving with things like worn fabric to relax.

OVERALL OPINION: i like his character quite a bit (as you can probably tell by the length of this thing lol. ironically, herta’s section will probably be shorter despite me liking her a lot more over him.), but he does suffer from hoyo’s style of storytelling where they just shove all of the character building in a dinky little corner of the profile section, therefore marking it as optional content for the average player. i appreciated them giving him some more characterization in 2.6, but i can’t help but think that it would’ve been far more impactful had we been allowed to learn about his story in a more natural way.

HERTA

SEXUALITY: certifiably acearo. no further deliberation needed on this.

GENDER: the pendulum swings heavily in the mystical & the feminine, bound both by her pursuit of knowledge and embrace of childhood; but its only sway is her presentation, the deeper nature of one’s identity never fully realized by its more thaumaturgical cover. but may that pendulum continue to sway, spin, twirl as though to say her esurient dance across the riddles of this universe is more foxtrot than waltz, and may she find the bottom of her whimsical little boots standing exactly where they have always wanted to be— as the questioner to the salvation of this world. …she’s been considering doll/witch pronouns recently.

A SHIP YOU LIKE WITH HER(TA): i’ve seen some people get into Hertamei or Screwherta for Herta- especially the former with the new promotional material we got recently- but i can’t really see any of them working out beyond being platonic. speaking of which…

BROTP: Screwherta is great. Screwllum & Herta are familiar with eachother in such a way that you buy their closeness even when he’s only been ‘present’ ingame like, twice. their banter with eachother within the various SUs do amazing character work for their dynamic(that hoyo conveniently stows away in a section that most players skip through) and i really hope that once he becomes playable, he synergises with her just as much. also!!!!! Hertalloyd. they’re fun. cmon guys. i want more Stephen Lloyd in the spotlight hoyo 

NOTP: i don’t think Herta interacts with enough people to have me make a NOTP for her. even with more niche ships like Hertawolf (Silverta???) or Herasta i can sorta see where they’re coming from to make them work, even when i personally don’t find them appealing. there’s none that really comes to mind as ‘a completely incompatible pairing’ to me.

RANDOM HEADCANON: i think she likes to count in prime numbers. or multiplicatives of 4. there’s no real aim for efficiency in it, just that her mind finds the action of counting like that very satisfying. she mostly does it in her head, but you can sometimes catch her doing it if she’s casually enumerating occurrences or something.

OVERALL OPINION: i like herta a lot, even before her recent character teasers revealed more about her personality beyond the puppets, and i find myself liking her even more after the fact. (ruan mei, consider your top 3 rights revoked!) i relate to her quite a bit, and while that has affected my feelings about her, she definitely earns this liking in spades through both her personality & ideals, even if i’d found her completely unrelatable. herta’s a very simple character at her core, but i think that’s exactly why she’s so well written— hoyo can stretch their creative hands with her without being afraid of having something fly over the average player’s head because they didn’t read the optional character story section, making her feel far more flexible in terms of where she could be, what she could do or say. herta is one of the only characters that benefits from hoyo’s spottier style of storytelling, and she’s great for it. <333