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yessirplease69 · 5 months ago

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❝Domain Expansion: Love❞

Synopsis: You are Gojo Satoru's only weakness. When the bearer of the Six Eyes discerns that your life is in jeopardy, he will do everything to keep you safe.

෴ Genre: fiction, fanfiction, mystery, dark fantasy, short story, one shot, romance, imagine.

෴ Content: husband!gojo satoru × wife!reader, jujutsu society, sorcerer!reader, angst, fluff, sensitive content, bloodshed, suggestive (mature content), satoru gojo!yandere, satoru gojo!tsundere, this takes place shortly before the shibuya incident arc, reader has a maternal relationship with megumi, pregnancy.

෴ Word Count: 3.4K

— Oi, I ain't revised it yet, so sorry if there's any mistakes! Hope u enjoy it 🤞✨

Satoru Gojo is the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in existence. However, the moment he sees you, his beautiful wife, unconscious on the battlefield with nearly incurable wounds, this man's world crumbles completely. Suddenly, all of his physical and mental energy is being drained, even his enthusiasm to exorcise curses vanishes. He is motionless in place, trembling enough with wide eyes under the black blindfold, and even though they are hidden, they scrutinize all the blood leaving different parts of your body. Minutes ago, there was a stupid and arrogant smile shaping the face of the confident man all the time as he killed horrendous creatures. A countenance of terror overtakes his face now. He feels his legs weakening, his feet seem to be too far from the ground, and he remembers that he is not manipulating the space to make it levitate. He is feeling weak for not having been able to arrive in time to protect you, this emotion has intertwined with him. Especially since Satoru Gojo never even had a weakness until you came into his life.

His heart is beating rapidly and his breath is so intense that all the curses around him are impacted by the reaction of the mighty man among them. Time frenetically ceases as the strong cursed technique is creating an invisible barrier in the air and continues to repel the malevolent creatures that persist in their futile attempt to touch the bearer of Mukagen and Rokugan, while he himself is left vulnerable like a puppy that has just lost its owner.

Didn't she use the reverse cursed technique to stay healed?

Why...

"Satoru." The presence and hesitant voice of Nanami become noticeable at a certain distance. The tie-wearing sorcerer clenches his jaw, too tense as he sees you in a deplorable state. Nanami fails to try not to show all his agony. Witnessing one of his closest friends on the brink of death equals the feeling of having his heart cut with the cursed blade he carries.

Amid the scene, Satoru is lowering the blindfold covering his eyes, the white locks of hair cascading as the black cloth falls. The fabric hangs on his neck before revealing the orbs, the bright blue darkening as a storm brews within them. A lost and distressed gaze is exposed on his face, as if you somehow took his emotions along with you.

"My wife shouldn't be on that suicide mission." The tone of voice of the Jujutsu High teacher is harsh, firm in the way he usually imposes on a very serious subject. A power which makes the walls vibrate when he is arguing with Gakuganji. He is so angry.

As he melancholically walks towards you, the semi-grade 1 curses around him are exploded in a matter of seconds. There are parts of physical structures scattered and fluids like blood painting the ground at this moment, justified by the power of his ability to manipulate space.

"I should've just isolated her from the world, maybe locked her on the 15th floor of a building and then acted as if I didn't do that." A small sad smile forms on the edge of his mouth, he is imagining how you would laugh at this idea if you were conscious now. You would probably find it absurd and put him to sleep on the couch.

Damn, he misses you and wonders why it hurts so much. His intention is to act quickly to take you to the jujutsu sorcerer doctors and stay by your side the whole time while they are taking care of you. He will not leave you for even a minute, and those are the words of Gojo Satoru against anyone. If someone dares to touch you right in front of him, he will definitely be willing to kill.

The strongest sorcerer abandons these thoughts, he does not hesitate to carefully wrap his arms around your body, holding you close to his chest. The man notices the wounds on parts of your face, your jujutsu uniform is dirty with blood and so destroyed, revealing your naked skin. The sweet taste on his tongue is bitter now, his mind can only focus on the fact that you suffered from fighting until you could not take it anymore. You resisted too much because of your undeniable strength, and on one hand he feels so proud of it. He loves showing everyone that his wife is one of the best professional jujutsu sorcerers, strong like him. But you should not be dealing with this cruel world. You are the most precious thing to him.

Satoru could feel your energy miles away, making it easy to identify your presence. But now he's not sensing any cursed energy flowing according to your emotions. It's all so quiet and calm. The powerful energy emanation should be surrounding your body as it always has, but it's as if something inside you is blocking it right now, since he can't feel your aura. It's different. He will question Shoko about this as soon as he takes your body to her for analysis.

"Do not mention it to the students, especially Megumi." The request leaves Satoru's mouth like a command. He imagines how the teenage Fushiguro would react upon finding out your condition, as you had become a maternal figure by making sure to take care of him since he was so young. The spiky-haired student is on a mission with others, and the best choice is not to disclose the information as the bad news would have a big negative impact on the boy. Gojo knows you would want that too.

On the other side of the area, the grade 1 sorcerer nods in deep silence. Nanami feels the muscles strengthen beneath his formal clothes. He is aware of the gravity of the situation, the actions and the consequences. He is not one to conceal lies, but that will be an exception he makes.

"She's losing a lot of blood." The blond man pushes his glasses closer to his eyes with his hands as he gazes at the white-haired sorcerer. He sighs deeply, containing the desperation within him. "Take her out of here before it's too late."

"Thank you, Nanami."

And that was the last thing Satoru Gojo said before teleporting with you unconscious in his arms.

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The night takes over the city, darkness has crept upon Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, and 2 hours have passed since the sorcerer of the Six Eyes emerged in the place, insane, with you clinging to his chest and enraged enough as he searched for an available doctor. Gojo laid your body down onto the nearest stretcher, his hands dirty and consumed by your blood, staining the sheets red and making a mess. 2 hours ago he was screaming at anyone who crossed his path. At this moment, silence hangs in the air like a fog, it is peaceful again behind the school doors.

In one of the infirmary rooms, you are peacefully sleeping on the stretcher. Your chest rises and falls in a steady motion, your body completely healed through the spell cursed technique reversal performed by professionals. The minor wounds and even the most serious ones - like the rupture of your rib - had vanished, and your skin is renewed under the hospital gown you are now dressed in. Sitting in a chair quite close to you, the strongest sorcerer is comfortable with legs apart, assuming a relaxed posture as he rests the upper part of his body on your legs enclosed by the sheets. Satoru Gojo is resting, his eyelids is closed and his head supported by his own arms. He spent so much time watching you sleep that his eyes were influenced by exhaustion. Satoru has no idea of the time he spent caressing your face, running his fingers through your hair, and kissing your forehead several times before settling into his current position. His neck is turned towards the ceiling, his white hair falling naturally loose. There is only a black t-shirt hugging his torso as he had taken off the jacket of his jujutsu attire since your blood had stained most of his clothes. The exposed skin of his arms is almost glistening in the light of the room.

He has kept you safe all this time, only leaving you when he realized that everything was under control. The man always ensures to protect you at all costs, even though most of the time you don't need it. After inspecting the entire perimeter and realizing that you were safe at Jujutsu High, he went to finish the mission that was according to the superiors, just as it had been ordered to you. Since he completed the task of exorcising a special grade curse, his precious time now remains only for you. By the time indicated on the wall clock, Satoru wishes so much to take you home and he only thinks about holding you close until morning comes again. Nevertheless, Shoko was quite insistent when she said that you still require monitoring by a doctor, and that for now you should stay here. What did she mean by that?

This question echoes in Satoru's mind, suddenly he awakens fully and opens his eyes as quickly as if he felt some creature attacking him without warning. A movement of your legs under the sheets does not go unnoticed by him, his blue orbs almost popping out as they contemplate you lazily waking up from eternal rest. For him, it was truly eternal.

"I knew you were here." You whisper. Your voice is weak from just waking up, but a strong smile spreads across your face when your eyes slowly open and meet the white mane. You try to push yourself up out of bed using your arms, but your efforts are blocked by Satoru.

"Babyyy! Easy, easy." Your husband gestures with his hands, a gaze of relief on his face. You're really strong, huh? He is smiling like a little boy who just tasted his favorite mochi flavor, and you are certain you see stars twinkling in his eyes. "Gee, you're already eager to fly."

"Satoru, if you don't let me get out of this bed right now, I swear I don't know what I'll do."

"When in doubt, do nothing." He is clapping consistently to highlight the idea. "Settle that cute and pretty booty down right there, I've locked all the doors and you ain't leaving here. Now tell me how you're feeling, my lovely wife. That's all that matters to me."

"Argh." A small huff of air escapes your lips while you roll your eyes towards the ceiling, defeated enough. The man right next to you is playfully disapproving of your behavior. "I'm fine, 'Toru. You know that better than I do. My skin's just tingling from someone else's reverse technique." You report during the time you notice the scars that have formed on your arm after the outcome of the cursed method. A technique that you have the experience to perform on yourself. After all, you don't carry the title of special grade sorcerer for nothing.

"Nah, don't sweat it. I'm gonna take good care of you." There's an intense gaze that matches his words. The man emits a little chuckle as he realizes he managed to tease you with that.

"And where's 'Gumi?" You inquire, more to yourself than to Satoru. Your eyes are scanning the entire room in search of finding the black-haired teenage boy. You still ponder the king of curse's intentions towards Megumi, it consumes you and leaves you with a nagging feeling.

"You're more worried 'bout him than 'bout yourself, heh." The man raises his eyebrows, indignation stamped on them. A comical expression, almost too much. "You know that tough boy is independent, he's able to handle anything. Can you chill out for a minute, lady?" Satoru's smile broadens before he proceeds: "I took care of everything already, I told him to swing by here before heading to the dorm. Didn't go into the details, of course."

"He's probably gonna be surprised to find out we're here at Jujutsu High at this time of night... Guess I must have slept for a while, right?" You touch the skin of your husband as you place your hand on his face, and give a radiant smile as you realize that there is no invisible barrier holding you apart, even though he always deactivates it when he is with you. "Hey. Thank you for keeping things on the down low. And for everything you do for me."

"Awww! You're welcome, bae." Satoru copies the way you smile, but it is quickly replaced by a grimace. He puts his hand right on top of yours, the wedding rings on your fingers colliding with each other. "Ain't nobody care 'bout me like that. What did I do to not deserve it?"

"It's like I wouldn't be worried about you even if you could move mountains with just your own thoughts." You are rolling your eyes for the second time. Once you blink, he is staring at you with a stern and intimidating look.

"I'm the one here who got the most worried 'cause you got me feelin' this way. A guy like me shouldn't have these kinds of feelings." His voice is husky and his cold blue eyes unravel your soul, the temperature is freezing you. "Don't do that again, or I'll lose my mind and kill anyone around me." The way he adresses this, it is not a bluff. It seems like an objective he would fulfill, a mission that would not require anyone's authorization, not even the higher-ups of the Jujutsu society.

"Satoru..."

"You're trying to make me a widower, hah?" His voice becomes light again, genuine good humor returns. Now he has a broad smile on his face, the eyes are nearly closing due to that action. As if he hadn't announced something so violent just 10 seconds ago. "If I tally up how many folks got worried 'bout you, there won't be enough fingers on Sukuna's hand to count it."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You are making amends, and he cannot resist gazing at your lips without stealing a quick kiss. A man clingy to his wife. "I had just exorcised a special grade cursed spirit when I started feeling dizzy. My head began to spin."

Satoru reveals a pensive expression on the face, one hand resting on his chin. The most powerful sorcerer is contemplating all the possibilities to uncover the reason behind that eventuality concerning your cursed technique.

"So, I suppose that might have been the reason you didn't recover yourself at that moment, considering you experienced signs of fainting. Your brain became destabilized." He pronounces, cautiously, witnessing you confirm the information. "Were you feeling like that before you got the fight started?"

"When we split up to head towards the mission I was feeling fine." The corner of your mouth moves, you display your teeth to the man in an attempt to reassure him. Gosh, he is being so serious about that. "Maybe I used up too much of my energy, I guess I hit my limit. That's it."

"Hmm, there's something more. It's interesting and surprising how your energy flow is strongest now." The white-haired man is examining you with a curious look.

"Are you saying I'm accumulating this more than usual? Is that possible?"

"It's a fact. And I'm the one confirming it, little sweetheart." There is a smug smile playing on his lips. "But at least you're feeling better right now, yeah?"

"Hell yeah, I feel brand spanking new thanks to Shoko's skills!" You are shooting fire arrows with your eyes towards the bold man. "Can you stop staring at my tits now?"

"I'm just checking to make sure everything's really okay." He speaks with such honesty, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours. Satoru cannot shake off the thought of how beautiful you look to him, a very sugary sweet and his favorite. You make him feel so mushy and nearly diabetic.

However, Gojo Satoru is a natural provocateur.

"You're getting on my nerves, 'Toru."

He opens his mouth to laugh out loud, giving you a wink. You also join in his laughter as he starts poking your body several times, this real jokerster tickling you. The antics are suddenly interrupted the moment someone knocks on the door. Shoko Ieiri appears seconds later behind it, revealing only the upper part of her body.

"Sorry to interrupt the lovebirds." She smiles faintly, continuing: "I need a quick minute to talk to Satoru." The experienced doctor has a lit cigarette between her fingers, she is pointing it in your direction. You see its tip sparkling at you. "And you, go rest. Don't even think about escaping from that stretcher until we come back."

"You heard that, huh? This time it didn't come out of my mouth." Gojo has one finger pointed at the tongue he sticks out.

You gaze at them and fold your arms, simply accepting your fate.

"Alright. Goodbye." You are turning your back on them and burrowing into the blanket. "If possible, turn off the light before you guys leave."

"Going to sleep without giving me a kiss? That's not fair." Satoru is shocked enough, a pout forming on his lips and a puppy dog look in his eyes. He truly displays his emotions, reminding you of how every night Satoru Gojo questions that same thing after going to bed with you. Every night, the same thing.

"Okay, you two. I'll wait outside." The woman manages to capture the attention of both of you before the noise of her high heels against the floor fades away.

As soon as she departs, warm lips land on the side of your neck and journey up to your mouth. You need to raise your head to reach Satoru's lips, his skin burning against yours like a flame. The instant his hand wraps around the flesh of your waist and grips it tightly, you understand that he would never let you escape his grasp, or his domain expansion. He is kissing you as if he were thirsty and you were the water fountain, this man is showing you how much he requires you in his life. Preferably alive, of course. Otherwise, he will make sure of it for you.

"Hmmm, get outta here. I promise I'll make it up to you with a full kiss later." You moan at the touch, trying not to show that you're shivering just to not further inflate his already oversized ego. As if it were possible to be any bigger than usual.

"Oh, is that so? You know I'll hold you to that, babe." He growls near your ear.

At the moment the sorcerer is leaving the room, he halts on his path and gives you a long look with his blue eyes. Inside them, Satoru harbors concern.

"What's going on?"

"I'm feeling sorry for my friend." Ieiri ignores Satoru, making one's way to her desk. Instantly, a breeze from outside the window extinguishes the cigarette ember in her hand, smoke spreading throughout the room. "She is truly doomed to sacrifice her life, including putting up with your strong-willed nature for the rest of her life."

"Oi, what's that supposed to mean?" Satoru wears a playful smile on his lips. He places his hands in his trouser pockets in a relaxed and unconcerned posture, anticipating a highly amusing joke.

"You have no idea what's happening, do you? And what's going to happen from now on." She sets aside the cigarette, burying it in the ashtray on the table. Gojo watches everything attentively before rolling his eyes, he's starting to get bored with all the fuss. "But I believe you may have already noticed that the train is off the rails."

The doctor is moving around the small armchair in the room. When Shoko sits down, she leans her back against the backrest and then crosses her legs, silently facing Satoru. The expression on the white-haired man's face is impassive. He wishes he had the ability to read minds.

"Y/N is pregnant, Satoru." The sound of Ieiri's sigh is loud. "She is carrying your child in her womb. It's extraordinary that the baby has survived."

Satoru Gojo's world crumbles once more, for the second time that day. Not only is his own world shaken, but also the entire Jujutsu society.

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hiyashortking · 1 month ago

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You Have an Epic Crush on Lucifer and There’s Only One Bed

Disclaimers and credit: read this post before reading any of my content, please. This is for the belated kinktober 1st prompt of handjob, even though not a single handjob will be performed.

Summary?: Along with the delicious only one bed trope and forced proximity, I also tried to go for a grumpy/sunshine in which you’re the tsundere and Lucifer’s got the soul of a golden retriever.

Since the hotel was off and running at a steady pace, Charlie decided to send some of you out campaigning. In an effort to protect yourself, your friends, and the other residents, you made a suggestion over a private dinner with Charlie and Vaggie, for Charlie to ask for her father’s assistance. Your reasoning was he would have the most influence over the inhabitants of Hell. Charlie was so impressed by and happy with this idea that you couldn’t turn her down when she signed you up to be his assistant and keep him on track.

So now you were travelling throughout Hell with the King Himself.

You were nervous. Any time you’d spent near the King before this, you did your best to be unlikable or to flee. He was fucking intimidating. You didn’t want him to have any awareness of your existence. Somehow you ended up making him laugh or getting pulled into conversations with him, so it was usually best to avoid him altogether.

But after a few weeks travelling with him you found the being much less scary. As enchanting and imaginative as he could be, he could also be clumsy with his words or childish with his reactions. And he seemed to genuinely enjoy your snark, and sometimes even your downright rudeness towards him. At times it felt like he could see right through your charade of pretending you didn’t like him.

So when the dreaded moment came, you were mostly okay. It was a cliché, but you were certain this was going to happen. At one of the places you’d be staying, they would run out of rooms or beds and you would have to share. At this establishment, they gave their best suite to The King, but there wouldn’t be a room available for you. And their best suite only had one bed.

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You may have seen it coming, but it still felt so fucking unbelievable.

“That’s just fine, we will share,” The King pat your shoulder gently in front of the concierge when you’d received the bad news.

Once you were in the suite together, you noticed there would be plenty of other places to rest. There were settees and chaises, and a rug so fluffy it could double as a bed.

��I’ll sleep out here, Your Majesty,” you told him, avoiding even looking in the direction of the bedroom.

“Nonsense! I would not be able to sleep knowing you are out here suffering.” You loved how dramatic he was. Everything was so intense with him. Every inconvenience experienced as the end of existence. He was a diva on his best day!

You were absolutely certain there was not one inch of this room where you could possibly suffer, but didn’t want to debate with him. You’d already learned during your travels that he could be quite stubborn when he wanted.

“Then we will share,” you told him, and rummaged through your belongings for pajamas to wear. You typically slept in your undies, but were savvy enough to predict a night like tonight. You brought your most severe nightclothes that felt scratchy to the touch, a two piece of long pants and a button-down shirt with long sleeves. You were doing everything in your power not to be seen as a sexual being or even a being at all by His Majesty.

Because the truth was you had the biggest fucking crush on him. All the fucking feelings. You were falling in love with that goofball and you squirmed against a pillow every night of this fucking campaign, going fucking crazy over the knowledge that he was just a few doors away from you. There was no way you could survive a night sharing a bed with him. You were going to double-die from the overpowering lust, if you were able to sleep through it at all.

“Would you like to bathe first?” he asked you, always the gentleman.

“Yes, if that’s okay,” maybe if you made yourself come in the shower, you’d be able to fall asleep before he came back from his, and before you’d know it it would be the morning and you would have survived the night with ease!

“Of course, honey,” he said to you.

He called you all sorts of pretty terms. Sweetheart, sweetie, sweet pea, sweetness. Angel, precious, darling. Once or twice even a cherub, dollface, and baby slipped out. There was a time when he called you beautiful that you played on repeat in your head for days. But if you allowed yourself to believe he meant any of these words, you were certain it would break your undead heart.

The pressure in the shower was helpful. You adjusted the setting on the showerhead so the water hit your clit with ferocity. The power startled you and you let out a yelp.

“Everything okay, sweet pea?” you heard him through the door, which only made your cunt more desperate.

“Yes, just spooked myself with the temperature settings.”

“Let me know if you need any help~,” he sang the end of his sentence.

Help? The motherfucker. You were already naked, wet, warm, and trying to come. You prayed to him to keep talking. You felt embarrassed by how badly you wanted to come hearing his voice.

“I- don’t need any help,” you quivered into your other hand. Being around him all day was enough foreplay that you were ready. You knew you could come from the showerhead alone, but your cunt was throbbing inside and you wanted him so badly. You slid your ring and middle finger into yourself and tried not to let your knees buckle.

“Are you sure? You sound very uncomfortable~,” he sung the last word in his angelic voice.

You came quickly, listening to the melody.

“I’m fine! Go away!” you feigned annoyance and changed the temperature to cold as fuck to punish yourself for being so fucking thirsty for this being.

After actually bathing and toweling off, and when you felt like you could function again, you finally stepped out of the restroom. He was sitting in a hotel robe on a settee in the main room, his legs crossed poshly. His body skewed slightly to the side, as he had one arm draped around the back of the settee. He held a remote control in his hand and you could swear his thumb was gently fondling the buttons as he surfed through the television channels.

He flashed you his enormous grin and you hoped he didn’t notice you forgot how to breathe.

“All yours, my liege,” you tried to sound tired to hide your swooning. Who gave him the right to be so fucking hot?

He turned off the TV and jumped up from his seat. “I hope you left it nice and steamy in there for me!” Was he teasing? Or just talking? You could never tell. You wouldn’t dream of considering it flirting.

“Nope,” you totally-not-flirted back. “I made it cold and clammy just how you like it.”

He chuckled before closing the door.

You immediately jumped into the king-sized bed, and tried not to giggle at how your king’s size wasn’t king-sized, but this horrible thought led you to thinking about your king’s other size, and so you covered your face with a pillow and tried not to whine.

You were driving him fucking wild.

Though it was easy for him to want to fulfill any of Charlie’s requests, when she told him you would be accompanying him on this campaign, his tail popped out and wagged wildly in response. Good thing she asked him over the phone!

The eternal romantic with abandonment issues, Lucifer attached to one being at a time. Ever since your first conversation during which you’d made him laugh several times with your snark and genuinely piqued his interest by some of your ideas, his fate was sealed. After he liked speaking with you, he started admiring your body too. Your mesmerizing eyes and pouty mouth. Your hips that you mindlessly bumped into him and others, as if you had no concept of where your hips ended and the rest of Hell began. He even liked how you feigned disinterest, thinking he couldn’t see the way he made you blush, the way your undead heart would race when he charmed you, and the way you inhaled his smell when he was close enough. He tried his best not to toy with you or let you know he was aware of your affections. He wanted to give you the time to come to him on your own. After all, y’all had all the time in Hell …

As smart as you were, you seemed to have forgotten that he could portal or fly the both of you anywhere in seconds. You seemed not to have clocked how instead of doing that, he choose to stay in various hotels with you, from the luxurious to the quaint.

As patient as he was, this was the night he had been waiting for. He thought surely you would confess your feelings if you found yourself in forced proximity. He’d read enough romance novels to know tonight’s setting was perfect for a first fuck. He would have even settled for a kiss- okay, no, he would not have. He would have begged for more and would have had to excuse himself into another territory completely if you turned him down. But surely it would not come to that, he thought. He heard you coming in the shower while he spoke to you! Surely you would not be able to keep your hands off of him tonight!

Wanting not to waste time, he bathed with urgency, toweled off, slid on a pair of boxer briefs for the annoying appropriateness of it, and pulled on the hotel robe.

But when he came into the bedroom, it was too late. You were sleeping sweetly, your breathing even and your mouth open. You hugged a pillow in your arms and one between your legs, and you looked so precious and comfortable.

He actually felt angry! How had he managed to fuck up this perfect scenario?!

With as quiet a groan as he could suppress, he tossed the robe to a nearby chair, lied down on the other side of the bed, and turned off the light.

He tried not to notice your luscious ass in his periphery, his cock already straining against his briefs.

He turned to rest on his side in your direction, sighing softly and deciding he could not wait anymore. Once you returned to the Hazbin, he would tell you how he felt about you. Or maybe he would plan a dinner this week, to set the mood. Or maybe he would just blurt it out tomorrow morning over breakfast. Or maybe-

You shifted in your sleep from lying on your side to being on your back. One of your arms fell to the middle of the bed, your palm facing up, only inches from his cock.

Lucifer, you disgusting creep, you absolute degenerate, do not even think for a moment about violating this precious angel’s hand, he scolded himself.

Oh, but you could make it seem so innocent, another part of him retorted. You could just slide it in so gently, and just leave it there. No one would get hurt. They wouldn’t even notice. They’re sleeping so soundly.

Hating himself, he abruptly jumped from the bed and began to stomp back over to the other part of the suite.

“Luci-” you mumbled.

He stopped by your side and whispered, allowing himself to gently caress your head. “Ssshhh, I’m sorry for being noisy, go back to sleep, beautiful.”

You reached out and held his hand. “Where are you going?”

“I unfortunately can’t share a bed with you, my darling,” he admitted his disappointment. “I find you far too attractive and I can’t fall asleep.”

You scowled a bit and started opening your eyes. “What?” you asked him.

He sighed. “Nothing, sugar. Please, sleep sweetly,” he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

But when he lingered, you kissed him quickly on his mouth.

His eyes still open, he was frozen.

You kissed his mouth again. And again. And again until what was happening finally reached his brain.

He was on his knees between your legs in a flash, throwing away the pillows and comforter from all around your body, making sure nothing could prevent him from having access to you.

While snaking his tongue into your mouth, he ripped open your pajama shirt completely, buttons popping off with ease, but also tearing it clear across the back. He cupped one of your breasts and then the other, before moving a hand to your ass and lifting you effortlessly to grind you against himself.

“I don’t know what you were thinking with these,” he pulled away from your wet kisses, ripping your pajamas pants into pieces and throwing them away.

“Fucking Hell, Luci, what if those were my favorite or something?”

“Shit-” he growled, forcing himself to stop what he was doing to pull away from you, running a hand through his hair and trying to catch his breath. “I am such an asshole, I am so sorry-”

“I’m kidding!” you told him.

“Please don’t toy with me,” he exhaled with relief. “Those pajamas deserve to be in hell, but not on your gorgeous-”

He fixed his gaze on you.

“Soft-”

He slid his briefs down, exposing his majestic swollen cock.

“Thick-”

He rubbed his cock against you. He slid it from your clit to your wet, and back again.

Your moans sounded otherworldly, as if to match the way he made you feel.

“Irresistible body.”

“Oh my Lucifer, are you still talking?” you taunted him.

He grinned like the fool he was. Or had he been a genius? His elaborate fantasy coming to fruition just as he’d planned and hoped.

“You are so cruel to me,” he leaned down and kissed you again, prodding your entrance. “Tell me, sweetness, why do you pretend not to care for me? Is it your goal to break my undead heart?”

“You know? How long have you-”

“Oh please, like anyone can resist-”

“Be serious,” your body disconnected from your mind. The top of you was in this conversation, but the rest of you was moving a hand to hold his penis and continue prodding your wet, tight hole with it.

“O-okay, darling,” he loved the way you dominated him with your hand and played with him as if he were your sex toy.

“How long have you known I’m attracted to you?”

“About as long as you’ve been attracted to me I-I fathom?”

“That’s fucking embarrassing, I thought I was hiding it well!”

“Oh, precious,” he put both hands behind his back to keep from taking the sexual control from you. “I am not a regular being. I can smell how wet I make you from several rooms away.”

Mortified, you dropped his cock and covered your face, whining and whimpering into your hands.

He laughed and with gentle touches encouraged you to move your hands away.

“I hate you!” you lied to him.

“Yes, of course, darling. I am known for being incorrigible. It would only make sense if your arousal was mixed with hate.”

“Ugh, you know I don’t hate you at all!”

“Then why do you say so, dearest? I know you don’t want to hurt me. Why are you so desperate to push me away?”

You looked down to check if he was still hard. This was the first time you’d actually seen his dick. It was just like the rest of him: gorgeous, alluring, intimidating, and as he noticed you observing him, eager became something he and his cock shared as well.

“Maybe we have sex first and we argue after?” You suggested.

“Oh, but I am such a sensitive soul,” he teased with his words and again with his cock, putting his free hand on his chest to feign offense. “I would not be able to handle it if I gave myself to you only to be rejected and abandoned.”

“You’re such a fucking drama king,” you tried not to let him make you moan, but it was becoming more difficult to breathe regularly as he played with you.

“I love the way you talk down to me, like I’m not the fucking King of Hell,” his eyes changed color and his horns came out, as well as his tail and wings.

“Holy shit,” you sat up, sliding onto his cock completely and pushing him slightly back with a hand on his chest. Your excitement from seeing him in this form coupled with the excitement of feeling his erection finally inside you, filling up your cunt the way you’d needed him to for days. You fucked yourself with his dick, riding him slowly, while also fondling his horns and caressing his wings.

“You- you’re not scared?” he let himself grab your ass to help support you and with hope that it would quicken your movements. It did not.

“Were you trying to scare me, Sire?” you mocked. You were enamored with his wings and pulled them close to feel them against your face. You contracted around his cock from the pleasure of contact with these magnificent and unique parts of his body.

“Only to play with you, but my ruse didn’t seem to work,” he was intoxicated by your facial expressions, how you panted, your brows responding to the pain and pleasure of his length filling you and his girth spreading you. But also by the awe in your eyes when you stroked his feathers and especially when you once again let yourself handle his horns.

He lifted his hips into you while you lowered yourself onto him, causing a startled moan to escape you without your permission.

You wanted to tell him to stay still, to let you do the moving, but he felt so good inside you that you forgot how to speak. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tried to keep up with his movements, even when tears filled your eyes from being overcome by the sensations. You laced your fingers through his hair and pulled his head back with it, forcing him to watch the pleasure on your face.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as he pumped into you.

Your moans were starting to sound monstrous, as if fucking this beast of a being was changing you from the inside.

“You better fucking mean that,” you told him, letting out squeals of surprise when he hit against your cervix. “Call me all those- aahh- ridiculous fu- fucking pet names again,” you growled through your teeth.

He ran through the list every other thrust. “Darling- baby- angel- my queen- my king- sweetheart- mmmfff beautiful- lovely- precious- my fucking everything- my love-”

“I’m coming!”

He pulled out of you once your cunt stopped throbbing with orgasm, and asked if he could finish on your chest. Rolling your eyes, you nodded and made a motion with your hand for him to hurry up, which made him laugh as he unloaded his golden jizz all over you.

His wings and horns retreated, and his eyes returned to normal.

Absent-mindedly, you dipped a finger into his come and smeared it across your lips for a taste. You licked your lips while he watched, and then the rest of the liquid from your finger.

“It tastes like apples!” you groaned, exasperated. “Sweet apples!”

Still on his knees, he started shifting between your legs. “And what does yours taste like?”

You tried to squirm away, attempting to close your legs.

“My darling, please let me taste you,” he pleaded. “Let me at least clean you up.”

“Are you not satisfied?” you grumbled in annoyance, assuming he wanted to continue being sexual because what you’d already done wasn’t enough to please the King of Hell.

He tried to gauge from your face whether you were teasing him or serious, but he struggled to discern this. “My love, I will not be satisfied until I bring you to orgasm enough times that you forget how to think entirely, as clearly your thoughts are preventing you from being here with me.”

He spread your legs again, and slowly leaned between them, keeping his eyes fixed on yours.

“Tell me what troubles you, my darling, and I will make it and everything around it violently disappear.”

“Like you did with my pajamas?” you laugh, your body relaxing as he rubbed his cheeks against your thighs, first one, then the other.

“Exactly, sweetness,” he said between kisses. “If I can make you love me,” his lips brushed against your clit. “I will make sure you never feel,” he licked it, “an ounce of suffering again,” harder this time, “unless it’s mixed with pleasure and happening in our shared bed.”

You gripped the sheets with both hands and lifted yourself up into him.

He pressed his tongue against your cunt and you felt its strength and thickness. You moved again to encourage him to shove his tongue inside.

“Tell me what I am allowed to do, my love.”

You groaned in embarrassment. “Fuck you, you already know.”

“I’m sure I know nothing,” he could sense you contracting already. It pleased and excited him to know your body wanted him his badly. But he wanted your heart, mind, and soul, as well. He was greedy and gluttonous; he wanted all of you entirely. And right now he wanted your permission.

“Then you won’t get to taste me any more than this,” you threatened.

Fuck, he shuddered, and allowed himself to palm his cock. He pressed his face against your crotch harshly, inhaling you and swooning with lust.

Why had he thought you wouldn’t be difficult?

“Tell me to eat you, darling, please,” he whimpered, writhing against you with his face and against his hand with his cock. “Let me devour you. I promise I’m so good with my tongue. It’s even longer than you’ve seen. Please, please, please.”

“No,” you couldn’t believe what you were saying. Your body was moving against his face, begging you to see reason.

You wanted him; he wanted you. What the fuck else was left?

“UGH, FINE!” you responded.

He rose from you, still rubbing his cock. “Enthusiastic yesses only,” he teased.

“I have never fucking hated someone so much in my entire living and undead lives!” You absolutely did not hate him. You wished he hadn’t thrown the pillows off the bed, because you desperately wanted to throw one at him.

“Why is it so difficult for you to just say you want me?” He stopped holding himself.

Whoops, you fucked up.

“Let’s just go to sleep,” you got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom for a towel, smearing his come all over you, causing your skin to glow. You’d have to take another shower. You left the door open but turned the water back on and hopped in.

He followed you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind. “I need aftercare,” he said.

Some of your frustration dissipated. You turned around to embrace him, warm water caressing your back. You pet his head, fingers through his hair. You kissed the top of his head. Taking care of him was so much easier than having him take care of you, as long as he didn’t want you to talk.

“What can I do?”

He looked up at you with glistening, watery eyes. “Tell me you love me, even if you don’t.”

Your heart started pounding from the anxiety. This fool. Of course you loved him.

“I love you,” he told you, with strange emphases.

“Is that real,” you startled. “Or are you training me on how to say it?”

He tilted his head to mirror his golden retriever soul. “Did I not say that earlier?” He looked up as if digging through his memory. “I’m positive I confessed my feelings earlier.”

“You definitely did not tell me that you love me.”

“But-” he looked at the doorway and back at you, and at the doorway again. “I am so absolutely positive I said it.”

“Nope,” you felt ridiculous, naked and covered in golden ejaculate, arguing with the most feared creature in existence, whose face was eye-level with your tits, about whether or not he had told you he loved you.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you. I’m in love with you. I cherish you. I adore you. I love you.”

You stood in shock. Somewhere along the way you had realized he wanted to fuck you. You heard him say some pretty things, but thought that’s just what he did, like it was a kink or something. You didn’t for a moment imagine he could love you.

He looked up at you, his face so darling and precious. Sweet. Beautiful …

Wait- is that what he thought when he looked at you? Is that why he used those words when he spoke to you?

“You are not doing great with providing aftercare,” he deadpanned.

“What?”

“Tell me you love me!” He sounded exasperated! Him! With you! What was happening?!

“Oh my Lucifer, yes! Obviously!”

“Yes, what?” aaaand he was for sure crying. You were certain that wetness on his face was not coming from the shower but his fucking doe eyes.

“Yes, I love you, you motherfu-”

He pulled you down by your neck to be able to engulf your mouth with his.

“Say it a million times,” he pleaded, between kisses. He wrapped your legs around him and pinned you to the shower wall. Having your crotches aligned like this solved the height discrepancy and let him reach every part of you he wanted.

Your face was hot with embarrassment, but you finally conceded. With every confession, you felt your body relax more against him, his kisses feeling more nurturing than arousing as he focused on your neck and cheeks and the top of your chest. You recounted how you felt when you met. You told him why you avoided him. You told him every humiliating thing you thought and loved about him, until the nurturing kisses became ravenous again.

“I want you to fuck me again and then I want you to eat me out and clean me up with your tongue and then, only then, can you bathe me and take me to bed to sleep.”

“Wow, you’re really an all or nothing sort of person, aren’t you, darling?”

He did as he was told.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #grumpy/sunshine #only one bed

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kuonjiarincrow · 7 months ago

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Obey Me! Song Units I know will probably never come out but by darn I'll still die on this hill waiting for them:

(But considering All The Feels came out on a new YouTube channel named Triworlds instead of the Obey Me Official maybe it's not so far off? 👀)

The Fantastic Three:

Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos

(Nothing more needs to be said here.)

Purgatory Hall:

Simeon, Solomon, and Luke

(I really hope this one comes out. They're adorable. I love them sm I need more Simeon)

Cat:

Satan and Solomon

(Levi would also work here since the three of them get along well surprisingly. Belphie's voice would probably match really well with them too. Book worms unite!)

The Angels:

Simeon and Luke

(Simeon is best dad. No doubt on that. But I've also got this itch due to Hazbin Hotel since Sera and Emily remind me so much of them. The whole "I thought since I'm older, it's my load to shoulder. You have to listen, it was such a hard decision. I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to do what was required." It would be nice to get a bit of foreshadowing under all the cute light they bring)

The Royals:

Diavolo and Barbatos

(I know I'm not ready for this one but I want it sm. Their vocals are deep so I feel this one would have more of a dark and brass-y type kinda like Trigger or Choose Me with maybe more guitar. Alternative: It's a one for one exactly like To Be A Princess from Barbie pun intended)

Sweets Masters / Gourmet Club:

Barbatos, Simeon, Beelzebub, and/or Luke

(This one could be them literally just naming different foods and I wouldn't even be mad tbh)

Invocatio:

Solomon, Barbatos, and Asmodeus

(Solomon and his Demons. I can already hear the back handed comments and snarky retaliations. Good shit.)

Speaking of back handed comments

Tea Demons / Brothers No More

Barbatos, Lucifer, and/or Simeon (ft. Satan and Mammon)

(These two are put together for they serve the same purpose. To get on Lucifer's nerves. JK but one can't deny that Barbatos and Simeon get a kick from Lucifer's reactions. Much like a certain cat lover and gambling addict. Belphegor and Solomon could also go here...at this point everyone is trying to turn Lucifer's hair white from stress. I just think it'd make for a fun song.)

Diabolus (?):

Diavolo and Solomon/Simeon

(This one is a bit tricky to put into words. It'd be nice if we could maybe get like a sort of The Other Side from The Greatest Showman mix with They're Only Human from the Death Note Musical of Diavolo and either Simeon or Solomon (or both) discussing their views on the three worlds and the best way to bring peace between them. If it's even possible. Again, it's a weird concept I find intriguing that could be a pretty good bop but most certainly won't happen.)

Venting Time:

Solomon, Simeon, and Barbatos

(Literally just more of them tbh)

Royals and Brothers:

Diavolo and Lucifer, and Barbatos and Mammon

(It'd be nice to get a song with Diavolo and Lucifer since they're such good friends. The April Fool's video also left me wanting more Barbatos vs Mammon tbh)

Honorable Mentions:

These are mostly songs that I wish existed too but the ones above mostly focused on the Dateables rather than the brothers. But since one just can't get enough of them,

1. Big Brothers (Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan. Honestly, Levi needs more songs. Rock On!! Is one of the best unit songs, can't argue with that. But they're still the big three and Levi gets left out a lot :()

2. No Big Brothers Allowed (Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. I love Satan and Asmodeus' relationship, I'm surprised there isn't more of them considering they're such good singers. And speaking of good singers, more twins pls)

3. Brothers Under a Pact (Mammon, Leviathan, and Beelzebub. I personally feel robbed that we don't have a song for them.)

4. Team Party (Mammon and Asmodeus. They're so full of energy they'd sing the best bop to play at the club.)

5. Where's My Money (Mammon and Leviathan. These tsunderes are so much more a like than they care to admit. There's potential for musical parallels)

8. I'm so thankful for all the hard work Solmare and the Boys do for us. They've definitely gotten better and more confident in their skills and it really shows. Spooky Night Parade, Magic Moment, Anniversary, and now All The Feels were all amazingly beautiful. Truly, I have no words for how much I love all these songs. They mean so much and I'm thankful for anything they bless us with. I can only hope they continue making incredible music.

6. 345 (Leviathan, Satan, and Asmodeus. Again, all three are great singers, it'd be cool to have a unit song for them.)

7. My Favorite (Lucifer and Belphegor. Big Bro vs Little Bro. The tension would be high here but their underlying love for each other is what does it for me.)

This post is really just wishful thinking on my part, the songs we have are so good I can't help but want more. Each instrument and lyrics have been given so much thought and I think they did such an amazing job at really capturing each character with their respective songs. Maybe I'll make a post dissecting each song. Or maybe I'm reading too much into them.

Regardless, thank you for the music❤️

If you managed to read to the bottom, thank you for reading my word vomit! It's 3 am and I need to stop procrastinating on sleep. Have a lovely day!

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vanessalocke · 3 months ago

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I wonder about fruk toxic relationship, their fighting is an obstacle to their relationship and could be problem no? What about England's tsundere thing?

Since you are talking about FrUK and not UKFr I will just speak from the FrUK perspective:

I don't think their constant fighting and competition is a problem in their relationship. They argue often, but they enjoy it and never let it get too heated. If they do have a fight or get angry, they make up within a few hours, and they have never been angry for more than 3 days.

The toxicity of FrUK is not in their wars. The problem of FrUK is that both France and England have different traumas.

As I said in a previous post, Francis’ problem was that he gives everything he has as a way to heal the past, not as a way to show love. So he didn’t mind Arthur’s tsundere side. He even felt good when Arthur was cold and mean to him because he thought he deserves it. If Arthur breaks up with him for someone else, he will congratulate Arthur on finding someone better (he always thought he’s not good enough). If Arthur breaks up with him because he doesn’t love him anymore, he will think: “That’s great. I’ll be the one who gets hurt, not Arthur.” Despite Francis’ outward appearance of being a narcissist, deep down he always thought he doesn’t deserve to be loved.

Arthur's problem was that he has been through constant struggle all his life, so he didn’t believe that love exists and didn’t know how to express love. Therefore, Arthur was very suspicious when Francis cared for him and expressed his love for him. At first, he agreed to love Francis just because it was convenient, and thought it's nice to be able to make the person he hates suffer with love. When he was cold and grumpy with Francis, he was constantly testing and examining Francis' tolerance limit. He didn’t like the way Francis is constantly patient with him. He had tried breaking up with Francis with a thousand different reasons and always got the same response: Francis smiles indulgently and easily accepts Arthur's breakup. The more he got that reaction from Francis, the more annoyed Arthur became with Francis and tried to anger Francis again.

They had created a vicious cycle. They were stuck like that until they actually broke up. That breakup was so serious that there was almost no chance of them getting back together. Because, at that breakup, Arthur said:

“I don’t love you anymore and I have someone else.”

Francis replied:

“It’s good that you’re happy.”

But Francis could no longer keep his indulgent smile. His eyes were full of tears and his sad face clearly showed a broken heart.

At first, Arthur didn't feel sad. He even felt happy that he had made the person he hated the most suffer. He had nothing else to do so he left.

However, three days later, Arthur started thinking about Francis. A week later, Francis flooded Arthur's thoughts. Arthur started to pay attention to Francis' actions whenever he could, and stalked Francis' social media. He realized Francis was a human being with strengths and weaknesses. He couldn't stop thinking about Francis.

Then, Arthur saw Francis with someone new. He was angry, but he had no right to be angry with Francis about it. So, Arthur took his anger out on Francis by making things difficult for Francis at work, arguing with Francis over trivial things. He told his friends that Francis was just a playboy, an easy guy. Their relationship got worse and worse, until…

Until Francis broke up with the new guy, Arthur couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to kiss Francis and push Francis onto the bed (note: I'm still talking about Francis top and Arthur bot)

It should be noted that during their previous date, they did not have sex, because Arthur hated Francis and Francis never forced Arthur to do anything Arthur did not want to do. So the first time they slept together was long after Francis had broken up with Arthur.

Since the first time they slept together, they became fwbs. For Francis, sleeping with Arthur was a way to cope with the sadness that he couldn't be with Arthur, although when he woke up to a cold bed, he was even more miserable. For Arthur, he always told himself that he didn't love Francis, it was just because the French guy was sexy and had good sex skills that Arthur slept with Francis to satisfy his needs. Whenever he was stressed or angry, he would pour all his negativity and resentment into sex with Francis. Francis never refused sex with Arthur.

During the most difficult moment in Francis and Arthur's relationship, Francis even had the thought that he was willing to become Arthur's tool of release. In other words, Francis objectified himself. He objectified himself because he hated himself so much and wanted to run away from his ego.

During one sexual encounter, Arthur accidentally injured Francis’ face. He was horrified, and immediately examined the blood on Francis’ face. He loved this face and never wanted any scars on it.

However, Francis simply said, “It’s okay. Do whatever you want.”

Francis’s words made Arthur furious and hurt deep inside. He shouted at Francis, “You bastard, don’t do this to yourself. You can’t just let me do whatever terrible to you.”

Arthur's tears fell without him knowing. It had been a long, long time since he last cried. He bent down to lick the blood off Francis' cheek and hugged Francis.

With Francis' extreme attitude, Arthur already vaguely felt that things were not as simple as Francis accepting him to use Francis as a tool for venting just because Francis loved him. He felt stuck, as he fell deeper and deeper in love with Francis while he also increasingly noticed the desperation in Francis' thoughts. He hated Francis, because the Frenchman was hurting the person he loved the most, Francis himself.

And then he said to the Frenchman:

“If you like being abused so much… then give yourself to me, submit to me. But remember this: only I can hurt you. You are not allowed to let anyone be in a relationship with you, make love to you, torture you, humiliate you. If I find out you let anyone do that to you, I will kill that person.”

Francis replied:

“That’s fine. You can do whatever you want.”

From then on, Arthur no longer left Francis alone in bed, no longer vented his anger on Francis, or treated Francis as a tool. He decided to become Francis’ knight. He would love Francis instead of Francis himself, regardless of whether Francis loved him or was just being with him to solve his own psychological problems. And that is how the relationship between an English patriarch and a French depressive was established.

Arthur would never say: “I love you”. Arthur would say: “Only I have the right to hurt you.”, to prevent everyone (including Francis) from hurting the person he loved. That is Arthur’s tsundere side.

#fruk #aph fruk #hws fruk #aph france #aph england #hws france #hws england

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years ago

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I wanna see Takao and Midorima with sassy reader❤❤❤ *slides French fries* for the payment as well

Takao Kazunari, Midorima Shintarō, Miyaji Kiyoshi, and Miyaji Yūya with S/O Who Have a Sassy Personality

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A/N: Hello there Anon! Thank you for the French Fries ☚(*´∀｀☚) and from now on the payment to request headcanons for me is by giving me food XDDDD. Anyway, thank you for the request, this is such a great idea for me because I can relate to someone who is sassy. I hope you like it

Waning: (Y/N) being mean and body shame

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Takao Kazunari - Shutoku

If you have watched the anime. You know Takao can handle Midorima's harsh words as he knows how tsundere he is and I believe he would love Sassy S/O.

Hear me out, I can see his love language also being sassy back at you so the two of you had a playful banter together where the two of you going to end up with stomach cramps for laughing too much.

He is definitely amused with your sass and since his love language is teasing the hell out of you and sometimes he would even steal your words to out sass other people, especially Midorima.

So, don't worry about getting sassy with him. He is not too sensitive that he cannot handle your sass. In fact, he could even outwit you back and make you freeze on the ground because out of shock.

Of course your reaction is only going to make Takao laughing his ass off and pointing his finger at you since you just stood there like a statue and not expecting him to fight you back.

Also, Takao sometimes would help you on your side when you are debating with other people by adding even more sass and making the Karen or the asshole ashamed or angry at you two.

Afterwards, the two of you going to give each other a high five and laugh with each other, joking about those Karens or assholes when they were gone.

There would be times he would lightly bonk your head if he realizes that your sass was out of the line and hurting innocent people and looking at you with disapproval and telling you to be careful with your words because some words can be really hurt.

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Sounds of chattering in the hallway get louder and louder as students from all of the classes get out of their classes. Walking together with their friend or alone while going to their locker to get their things including the person with a pair of (E/C) eye colors, (S/C) skin color, and (H/C) Hair color.

Taking out the notebooks from the locker and some important kinds of stuff, the bell turns off and (Y/N) (L/N) closes the door of the locker and turns the key around before leaving their/her/his locker along and walking to the gym to greet someone in there and maybe gives a little surprise for 'certain' someone.

(Y/N) could hear some giggles here and there and it was too familiar for you, internally groaning as the sound of the footsteps getting closer. It was the cheaper version of Regina George, she never interacts with you nor you interact with her but knowing this kind of female still exist makes your blood boil.

"Oh My God, don't you see that guy with silver blue-ish eyes? He's so gorgeous," the girl said.

"Yeah, that guy friend's too with the green hair although what a weirdo. Bringing frog's pocket everywhere," the other girl commented.

"I don't care about that guy. I'm more interested with that guy who has that sharp eyes and black hair," the girl putting out her lipstick before applying it.

"Could you stop talking about that guy? You three makes my ears bleed," You snapped out, slamming the locker shut and glaring at those girls.

The three of them did not expect you to hear their conversation, especially the girl on the middle with a beautiful long straight black hair that reaches the middle of her back, pale ivory skin-tone and a pair of lavender purple eyes. Despite looking beautiful like a doll, she was the most annoying one.

"Aww I'm sorry, do you want me to talk about it more~" the girl smirks, causing the other two of her friends giggles.

"You do have a nice voice... but it is nicer if you don't yap around like a chihuahua. All barks but not bite," you shrugs with the end of your lips tugged upwards.

All three of them gasps in surprise, offended with your insult as the girl on the middle face's getting more and more red and you swore you almost saw a steam getting out from her ears. "Y-YOU! AT LEAST I'M MORE BEAUTIFUL AND MORE POPULAR THAN YOU!" She shrieked, pointing her index finger at you.

Satisfied with the girl's reaction, you could not help but the grin on your face getting wider as you lean to the locker more and crossing both of your arms. "You are more beautiful than me but all of those are from plastic surgery, especially your nose job. So how much did your mommy and daddy pay for those? Also, you're more popular because you sell your body around to every guys in Shutoku. Let me guess, they paid you around 800-1000 yen? No wonder you're so rich!"

Every one in the hallway slowly surrounding the two of you, interested with the commotion as some people were cheering on you and the girl. Takao who also were walking side by side with Midorima saw the crowd from far away. He blinks repeatedly before he looks at green haired shooter.

"What the hell is going on?" Takao asks.

"I'm not sure but we need to check it out," Midorima walks closer.

Once they got closer, their eyes widened to see you standing with a smug grin at a girl with red face. The girl yanked the book out from her bag before throwing it to your face but you did not need to duck, tilting your head to the side. Her shoot already miss and making the popular girl even angrier than before.

Takao quickly steps aside with a fake smile on his face, "Hey ladies/gentleman. Let's just stop the fight and calm down," Takao tried to stop the fight.

"T-takao-kun! Thank you so much, t-this girl/guy/non-binary person was mocking me!" She tried to cling to Takao who are internally screaming since he doesn't know who's the person clinging to his arm whereas (Y/N) just roll her/his/their eyes. You pull yourself away from the locker and glance at Takao.

"She was talking about you right in front of me could you believe this girl? Talking about how much she wants to fuck you in front of me?" You smile innocently while pointing at the popular girl. You added a little lie to make it more dramatic and to make Takao on your sides.

"I-i'm sorry but I already have boyfriend/girlfriend and this is my partner," Takao stuttered a little bit. He knows your tendency to be a little bit piece of shit-

'"Tch! Whatever, I don't care about losers like you!" The girl storms away and everything was silent until the other students walking away one by one, leaving the scene. You could not help but laugh as well as Takao who joined the laughter, thinking it was hilarious to see you angered one of the most popular girl in the school.

"Glad I saw that," Takao wiped the tears after he laughing too much and patting your back.

"Me too, hun," You winked at him, still in the cheeky mood.

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Midorima Shintarō - Shutoku

Froggit Midorima doesn't really have an opinion on sassy people or he's in the middle of 'I don't really like them' and 'I like them' if he had a Sassy S/O.

He does not find it amusing when you are getting too sassy to him and it made him annoyed whenever you talk back at him while he was scolding you.

Especially if you are not listening to him whenever he is lecturing you about something or your mistake but you just rolled your eyes and talking back at him.

He also doesn't really like it whenever you are commenting and teasing him out of nowhere because it reminded him of Takao when Takao annoys him.

However, it does not mean he hates you because there are lots of times he also finds your sassiness can be really amusing sometimes.

I am saying this because there were a lot of times you were being sassy back to Takao and making him lose an argument with you whereas Midorima was in the background silently snickering.

He doesn't admit it but he also enjoys watching you destroying your enemy with your wittiness and your words. Causing your rival to be embarrassed and back away

Midorima definitely going to silently and secretly learn from you but when Takao catches him that he is trying to be like you. He will immediately deny it.

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It was sunny on the outside and many people were out there doing their own thing and interacting with each other. The green hair shooter of Shutoku glances at the screen of his phone, clearly watching Oha Asa of today with a cute girl on the side of the screen explaining the faith of Cancer's today.

"Today is going to be a bad day for cancers! There will be lots of silly and bad accidents happen to you so please be careful today. Your lucky item for Cancers today are the small Beaver figurine from the antique shop! Next I am going to show (Your Zodiac)'s-" Midorima immediately closes the screen of his phone and grumbling he shouldn't be out today.

Before he plugs the earphone out from the phone and trying to insert it, a large figure almost as big as him accidentally made contact with him and the impact was quite hard, causing the two of them to drop the things on their hands together.

"H-hey dude! I'm sorry for crashing with you!" The guy crouches down.

However, it was as if the gods tries to make his life into a comedy because the guy tries to take Midorima's earphone and give it back to him. His large shoes accidentally stepped into one of the earbuds and crushed it in a pieces. Midorima and the stranger immediately internally screams about the sudden event before the man quickly stood up and bows down repeatedly to apologize for destroying the earphone.

It wasn't over just like that, the saddest thing was as the man stood up, his head accidentally hit something hard and triangle, causing the man to wince in pain as well as the green-haired basketball player who are holding his chin in pain. Midorima curses himself, thinking Oha Asa was right about the misfortune that will happen to him today.

"I-I AM SORRY SIR! I AM SO SORRY FOR MY ACTIONS!" The man apologizes once again and things get out of control.

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Standing in the middle of the aisle inside the antique shop, Midorima searched for a certain mini figure that Oha-Asa told, it was the small beaver figure and portable one since he needs to bring it around in the gym soon. His eyes laid on the last small stature of the before and his hands immediately reached it out to take it.

Another hand took the small figure of the small animal and his eyes widened in shock before it turned into annoyance and anger. Someone is taking his lucky item and judging the person in front of him. The person only smiles in a sardonic way, "Oh, you wanted this? I'm sorry but a loser with four eyes like you shouldn't even have this thing," It was clear it was just another asshole, the person didn't want the lucky item. They just want to be a jerk just to look cool since he can hear the unfamiliar laughter.

"Is that your insult? Why don't you try a better insult and something more fitting to you? Like all talk but no biting? Or maybe just a wannabe gangster? Mommy's boy?" A familiar sound appears from behind the jerk.

Midorima's green eyes were surprised to see you standing there with crossed arms and a smirk on your face. The jerk clicked his tongue at you "Tch! Scram brat! I bet if I punch you, you would be crying like a baby!" The man shouted.

"Me?? Crying?? Oh my?? Why do you think I am gonna cry when I see baby wipes on your pants? Why do I also see you red face after leaving the restaurant? Were you get angry when I saw you got rejected several hours ago by the waiters? How does that feel, getting rejected by everyone?" You snicker, causing the jerk even get angrier before he storms away.

"I'LL SHOW YOU! YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" The person said before the person leaves the antique shop.

Bonus:

Unknownbeast to you, Midorima was too shocked and speechless to see this kind of sight of you. He knows you have a tendency to act a little bit mean but this is the first time he sees you standing up for him with your sass. The green haired player could not help but glancing away, trying to hide his red face from you as he feel glad that you were standing up for him.

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Miyaji Kiyoshi - Shutoku

Either you have a thing with someone who is strict and short-tempered or you have a strong mentality to face this kind of guy even though it can get annoying sometimes.

It's canon he often gets annoyed by Midorima's vagaries and sometimes by Takao's antics. He also often gets annoyed by your sarcasm and sassiness when he is scolding you.

It feels like you are not taking him seriously when you are getting sassy to him but unlike Midorima. He won't get too argumentative so once it get's heated up. He would just gonna sigh and let it be.

There's a lot of time he only watches you mouthing him or getting witty in the argument as he looks at you with unamused glances and crossed arms.

He is strict just like his brother and temperamental but he was a little bit more chill than his brother so there are some times he would just scoff at your remarks and walk away from you.

Many times he was also amused by your sarcasm and sass when facing some idiots. There would be a time he was even trying not to laugh but failed as he is holding his stomach.

I can see Kiyoshi would also record the fight you had with another idiot or asshole when you sassed the poor guy. As he records it, he would save it in his gallery and play it when there is no one around.

Just like Midorima. There are many times he is amused with this side of yours but also many times he is not amused, especially when you are getting too argumentative to him since he can be quite stubborn.

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Sounds of chattering can be heard as students from inside of the classroom are talking with their friends, sleeping on their table, reading some books from the library, or studying before the upcoming exam. (Y/N) (L/N) watches the sight outside of the window, glancing at the students that follow the instruction from the P.E. Teacher or play other sports.

The (H/C) haired student can be seen sitting near the window and feeling their/her/his stomach grumbling in hunger even though the bell has not rung yet. You forgot to eat breakfast from home because you were almost late as you had time to shower, use your uniform, feed your cats or dogs in the morning, and prepare the backpack by inserting the needed books.

(Y/N) eyes glance at the ceiling of the class and think about the mouth-watering bowl of beef over rice. A steamed warm rice topped with thinly sliced beef and tender onion, simmered in dashi broth, seasoned with a soy sauce as well as diced boiled eggs on top of it. It was one of the most in-demand lunches in the cafeteria.

Not long after, the sound of the bell rang, and (Y/N) quickly stood up so you can go take those lunch earlier since it's quite often that the cafeteria was full of hungry students and you did not want to miss any of those beef slices over rice. However, fate was not on your side because you stood up. Your body accidentally made harsh contact with another person.

"WATCH IT! FREAK!" The person says.

"I should have been the one who said that, you literally take all over the place," (Y/N) commented, rolling both of their/her/his eyes.

"W-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT?!"

"You hear me, boo~" you said with the corner of your lips tugged upwards.

"A-AT LEAST I'M NOT A LONER FREAK!" The person screeches.

"I'm not a plastic though," (Y/N) shrugs, amused with the person in front of you as they are throwing tantrums like five-year-olds.

Sounds of cough can be heard, stopping the two of you and the stranger's argument before your eyes look up to see your boyfriend Miyaji Kiyoshi. The blonde and tall basketball player of Shutoku trudges silently before he went completely standing still next to you and eyes squinted at the person in front of you, arms crossed in an intimidating way.

"I believe you should be the one who needs to apologize instead of (Y/n). I saw the entire scene, you were the one who was walking while talking with your friend without noticing that (Y/N) just stood up from her/his/their sit," Kiyoshi defended you from the strange and entitled student.

"Tch, fine. You win this time but next time I will kick your ass," the person giving their last glare at you before they storm away with their friends following from behind.

One by one, the students that were watching the drama unfold in front of their eyes are leaving the classroom and letting what just happened to slide away. Kiyoshi Miyaji's eyes stare at you, rolling both of his eyes and taking a deeper breath before his hands reach up to your head, messing up your hair with the gentle noogie.

"You're reckless, you know that? Your mouth always getting into some troubles," he told you.

"I know, but you still love me," You cheekily smiled at him, receiving another eye rolls from him.

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Miyaji Yūya - Shutoku

Just like his brother, Miyaji Yuya is as strict and temperamental as his brother and he is also as stubborn as his brother too.

Because of this, the two of you fight a lot and the two of you are getting mouthy with each other, trying to prove the two of you were right and the other wrong.

It's very common that you two are fighting as Yuya is a little bit more has more temper than his twin so it can be a competition between the two of you.

Just like his brother, there are many times he is not amused with your antics and sass. When that happens, he will stare straight into your face, cross his arms, glare at you, or look at you with anger in his eyes, and sometime he would shout back.

He also sometimes gets a little bit embarrassed when you had a fight with another person because of your sarcasm and sass. To the point, he would act as if he doesn't know who are you.

However not in all cases he would react like those because there is a time he would be amused and learn your sass whenever he sees you debating with other Karens or Assholes.

Sometimes he would join together with you but using his own words and would scare the perpetrator away who is trying to harass you.

Once the person gets away from the two of you, he would have a good laugh together with you and tell you about those moments when the two of you are going home from school or a date.

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It was not a surprise that Basketball players can be quite popular among every student, especially if the basketball players are good looking including your boyfriend Miyaji Yuuya. Miyaji Yuuya has an athletic and slim body, he also has dark blonde hair as well as a pair of eyes that are similar to his brother.

The dark blonde second-year basketball player glances at everyone training in the gym room where the seniors teach the new player how to shoot the balls into the hoops "C'MON! TRY HARDER! SOON WE ARE GOING TO FACE AGAINST SEIRIN! MIYAJI-SAN! COME HERE TO TEACH THE NEW PLAYERS!" The coach looks at him, calling him to show all of the new players how to shoot.

"Hai!" He puts the bottles away before jogging to the old man.

As he was going up to show the new players, he did not realize many pairs of eyes watching him playing, especially the student girls who were giggling from far away and watching him playing basketball and shooting the balls into the hoop.

"Miyaji-san is so cool!" One of the girls whispers.

"Yeah, he's so cool when playing basketball like that," another girl with a messy bun whispered back.

"He's so handsome," the girl with pigtails squeals silently.

"I know right. It's sad that everyone says he has a girlfriend/boyfriend/romantic partner. I wonder who they are," the girl with the navy hairband sighs.

"Maybe try to flirt with him when his girlfriend/boyfriend is not around," the girl with pigtails giggles.

None of the girls knows that the dark blonde second-year player is your boyfriend and your ears getting hotter and hotter each time they were squealing and whispering out loud. It was really obvious that those three have a crush on your boyfriend and they are acting very obnoxious.

Both of your eyes glanced at those girls before slamming the book out loud, causing them to jump in surprise before turning around to glare at you "C-can you quiet down! We are watching people playing basketball in here!" The girl with the navy hairband hisses.

"Watching people play basketball or staring at Yuya-san?" You cross your arms, still looking at them with a sharp glance.

"S-SHUT UP! Don't act like you're his girlfriend/boyfriend!" the girl hisses, pointing her index finger at your face rudely.

"Oh, I am~" You smiled mockingly, causing the fangirl even angrier than before.

"PROVE IT!" She challenged.

"Sure," you shrug, eyes focusing on the match once again.

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Once the training was done, Yuuya was sweating like a bullet with eyes lide in exhaustion but that tired face was replaced with a smile as his eyes landed on you, waving his arm at you to greet you. His footsteps were getting closer and closer but before he could speak. His eyes widened with your action.

Out of the blue, your lips made a contact with the basketball player and causing the three girl's mouths to gasp in horror as well as the other players who just saw you just eat your boyfriend's face right in front of their faces. Yuuya blushes and kisses back for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Baby, what's gotten into you? You just kissed me out of nowhere and made my teammates watch the two of us kiss" He raised his eyebrows in confusion and slight irritation since he felt a little bit embarrassed by the sudden contact

"I just miss you a little bit and I was just trying to swat some bugs to get away from you," you innocently said.

He was still looking at you with confusion, not knowing what did you mean by 'bugs' until he sees three girls marching away in anger. It immediately clicked in his brain that you were jealous of those girls and you railed them on purpose. Yuuya could not help but sigh at (Y/N) antics before his eyes glancing at his S/O, flicking your forehead and making you wince in pain.

"Don't create a scene next time. Just tell me what the hell is going on and I can help you," he chides.

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gaoau · 11 months ago

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smth smth uhhh tsurune character analysis time wsg

i've never done this before in my life and i shouldn't even be doing it cause that's crazy tf BUT hi :blush: i'm Kisaragi Nanao's number one fan and hater simultaneously and i need to talk about it. chances are none of this will make the slightest bit of sense, cause thinking about his brain for more than five minutes usually has me going around in circles like a headless chicken. its been almost a year and i have not been able to stop thinking about him, not even in my most trying times so i might as well do the one thing i'm good at and write each and every single one of my thoughts down so the void can eat them all up. my friends are tired of hearing me talk about this so now its your turn, people in the tsurune but more specifically the Nanao tag on tumblr dot com. i'll try to avoid the Kaito talk as much as i can cause i wanna make this solely about Nanao, but i also understand that a lot of their character development goes hand in hand with one another, so it's sort of inevitable

to be completely honest, i wanted to be a Ryohei girlie so bad, i would've even settled for Seiya. i just knew the moment Nanao pulled up and was presented as the flirty annoying playboy, i wouldn't like him. i said it with my whole chest, firmly believing i would find absolutely no reason anywhere in his character to enjoy him. motherfucker i have never been more wrong in my life. at first glance, it doesn't even look like there's much to talk about, cause he doesn't do a whole lot in the first season. except he does. there's only snippets of depth in his character that exist, but he does not let show in order to watch over everyone around him. his introduction is loud and frivolous, especially with one of his first spoken sentences being about his "hakama beauty."

sure, he's good at kyudo, but he's not particularly excellent nor passionate about the sport. this, however, is not true, which builds up in his character as the first season progresses and eventually overflows in the second season. for a character that, in universe, is shown to be in the spotlight consistently ever since he was a child, he's none of that on the range, because that isn't his place. his position on the range is not as important as it is outside of it; he is the yonteki, he is neither at the beginning nor the middle nor the end, he cannot show off, he cannot be the centre of attention as he tends to be. it's true that he attracts a lot of attention and plays into it naturally, because he enjoys it and extroverts, however unfortunate, do exist, but he knows when to take a step back and when to go all out.

there's something i can't ever seem to quite put my finger on. although he is naturally easy-going and playful, this is only a ramped-up front he uses to watch from the back. it's like he's hiding, like he's staying nonchalant and uncommitted so things wash over him. he's blunt. he's so blunt. he really doesn't sugarcoat things, he just doesn't say them until he needs to. i don't wanna call it manipulation, cause that's got a rather negative connotation, but i do wanna call it manipulation, cause that's what it is. he knows how to manipulate responses and reactions with how easy he reads the people around him, and he uses all of that in a very level-headed way to keep peace, though it's always mainly Kaito. it's as if people are malleable to him. it's in the way he pulls Ryohei into doing that whole charade to get Kaito to like Minato, in how he straight up tells Kaito "yeah, it's cause you're being annoyingly tsundere, we're just giving you a push," or in how he tells Minato "yeah, Kacchan don't like you, but he's working on it."

he knows, he's watching, and he's making sure everyone is being accounted for without meddling too much. he sets things into motion with the right push, but he stays out of it, uninvolved. he keeps going on and on about how he's only doing kyudo with nothing but simple bull-headedness, like it doesn't matter all that much, like he can just shrug things off and let Kaito's impulsive comments not get to him. he plays it off, he plays everything off, leaning into that flighty, frivolous prince charming persona, but at the end of the day, he's the most mature and emotionally intelligent of the bunch.

most of his development is built around connections. whenever Kaito reminds him that he is not taking kyudo seriously, that kyudo is not a game, that kyudo is more than just fun and looking pretty in hakama, Nanao keeps quiet. it's something he knows very well, because none of those are any of the reasons he ever picked up a bow in the first place. he has been watching over Kaito since they were children, going so far as to follow him into kyudo and into the same high-school. however, this is something that Kaito does not recognize for the longest time—not until Nanao actively blows up on him and spells it out for him. Nanao doesn't need for his efforts to be recognized, because he is only doing it to keep peace and read everyone carefully—not only Kaito—to figure out what makes who tick.

he supports his buddies from the back and intervenes only when it's necessary. he aims to please without being self-abandoning; he keeps true to his own self while being a perfect fit for everyone. despite claiming his reasons for shooting are frivolous and superficial, Nanao has an understanding of what sets the people around him off that makes keeping him around necessary, because he shoots for Kaito and now for this team, rather than the target in front of him. he knows, he's so perceptive of it all. there's a scene stuck in my head where Ryohei tries to speak up about the whole Seiya-Nikaido interaction that was bugging him, but he ended up going back on it last minute, and Nanao straight up went "bro, either you commit to it or don't talk."

idk!! call it his big brother instincts, cause that's another thing. things do kinda make a lot more sense when you consider that he is the only one out of everyone in the club (that we know of, cause there's not much about my girls) who is an older sibling. Kaito has two older sisters, Seiya has an older brother, Ryohei has an older sister, and Minato is an only child. Nanao is the only big brother. god i'm losing my fucking mind.

i called him loud and i'll keep calling him loud, but in all honesty Nanao is a lot more silent than he seems. he flirts with his fanclub and attempts it too with the girls in the club, he is quite loud with his "Merha!", he pushes and prods all around with funny comments because, at the end of the day, he is still an entertainer, a mood-maker, and most of all, he's a child. he's still a fifteen-year-old kid that's just dicking around with his friends cause it's not that deep. he's a kid. however, he is consistently reading everyone around him, keeping peace from behind them, working his way around everyone’s quirks and kinks. he's been somewhat forced into this caretaking role, taking comments like "it'd be nice if you and Kaito went to the same school so you can keep him in check" to heart. he too wishes he could be there for his cousin to reel him back in when he steps out of line. and he does, he tries, being the first one to react and try to pull Kaito back before he can bash Minato's face in.

he does things carefully in a way that won't put pressure on anyone other than himself, watching and watching and watching and being so hypersensitive to the smallest of mood changes from anyone. that one little sigh Ryohei gave, to which he immediately went, "what's wrong?" while nobody else batted an eye. when he is the one whose patience finally runs thin, he confronts Kaito about it with truths he has never needed to explain because Kaito would not have been able to digest them properly, and Nanao has always known.

he competes not to win, but to keep up, to stay with his cousin and his team; not approaching a sport with a competitive mindset would be a hindrance to the team, which does not mean he is competitive himself. and he loves kyudo, too, just as much. his expressions and mannerisms are subtle and soft in a way that anyone would miss, but he is happy to see the people that surround him stay on track, with or without his help.

i lose my train of thought every time i start a new sentence cause there's so much i have to say about Nanao. there's a crazy amount of points i go over in my head time and time again. the fact that his hit rate is so consistent, enough to keep up with Kaito and almost with Seiya. how he does not give one flying fuck about Noririn, but he indulges Daigo anyway cause it's fun and it works and he's got nothing to lose by showing a little bit of interest in some guy's idol obsession. how he was watching from the outside, because Kaito never told him what happened with Masaki or why he suddenly wanted to start kyudo, but he was so into it that he was going in all on his own. (i say "never told him" but there's that audio drama where he did, in fact, tell him and the boys.) how kyoani uses him as a sort of bridge between the girlies and the boys just cause he's that much of a social chameleon, i guess. how he's the only other character aside from Minato, the MC mind you, who has not one but TWO features in the character songs album. he's a bridge dawg he's a fit for everyone and anyone. i dunno man i have so many thoughts and zero words to articulate them, but i love this kid. shoutout to this kid, i hope he's having a great day and his lemon teas are always the right temperature. lil bro needs a pat on the back and i wanna be the one to give it to him.

#tsurune #nanao kisaragi #kaito onogi #real talk hes gotta be my favorite character ever cause what the FUCK is up with him #seriously no other character has ever incapacitated me so much as to leave me tongue tied this is ridiculous #im not even sure anything i wrote makes sense but i need to speak this into the void and hope that someone ANYONE will understand #do you get it guys do you i dont think you do you wouldnt understand #tell me why i have seen more kaito stans than nanao ones #which shoutout to kaito hes okay hes just not that interesting to me #ryohei is far more interesting maybe one day ill also talk about how lonely ryohei is and that whole thing with shu #(i dont like shuu)#okay good night

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flaresanimedump · 1 year ago

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Fukuzawa and Ranpo romantic themes essay **Updated May 2024**

ALRIGHT here we go

The story thus far:

Well HERE IT COMES.

First off y'all are focusing too much on Fukuzawa. Sorry but if you look to Fukuzawa only Fukuzawa/cats has merit. Even with FukuMori it's Mori we get 90% of the ship content from (silver fox?? Can you not hit on him for FIVE SECONDS MORI-)

You have to look at RANPO. And so we will, mostly, in this response.

Now I did say "themes" first so you're all gonna have to deal with me doing both. I’m just gonna lead with the thing that I see the behavior in the og tweet with the most:

Antis almost never fail to say "father and son" in their captions when they post screenshots of this anthology chapter.

As the translator of this anthology I will tell you it's not father and son. It's tsundere boyfriend.

How is this tsundere?!: “I’m not worried about you, baka, I just don’t ever want to see you sick—play sick nurse for you again!! So take better care of yourself!! Here’s a snack!! Feel better or else!!” + this phrase "I never thought I'd hear such caring words from you" is your basic tsundere trope template in JP.

Why does that mean it’s romantic?!: Tsundere behavior is mostly reserved for love interests – particularly this bit.

He’s just offering him a snack!!: Look at the shojo background in every panel. Look at the sparkles. Look at them setting the fluffy lovey-dovey mood. Look at Fukuzawa’s saying he’ll take them to his heart. You can hear the “Kyaaaa, Yukichi-kun was so close!!!” if you listen carefully.

But- but- FATHER AND SON!!: you may now see why it took a Fukuran shipper to translate this 4 years after it was released, despite the scanlation boom over covid ;)

But that’s an anthology! It’s not really canon!

Moving right along then, this is Bones only, but:

Seeing color because you meet someone is literally the basis of an entire subset of soulmate AUs.

I bookmarked two romance quotes in the last 6 hours that center on romantic love bringing color into someone’s life. This is an extremely common romantic trope and I still can’t believe Bones went there in Origins. a. “But Nova!” they cry, “lots of parents say their children bring color into their lives!!” True!! And you’ve just said why this isn’t the same! Fukuzawa brought color to RANPO’s life, not the other way around. This is why I say to look to Ranpo for this ship!

Well Bones sucks!

There are about 104 examples of “Unbroken Vigil” on TV tropes. Exactly two of them are children waiting by their parents, and they’re both from live action film. This trope, across all categories of media, is absolutely owned by romantic couples. Notably in the anime and fanon sections there are no examples of family members doing this. I won’t say there aren’t any anywhere, though. JJK exists. But that’s a good example of how different Ranpo’s reaction is from the usual “caretaker is in the hospital” mood – sure Yuuji’s sad when his grandpa dies, but he’s gonna be ok. Ranpo’s, as Yosano says, devastated. Ranpo’s devastation fits squarely in the romantic box for this one boys.

Point of reference: Fukuzawa

I’m gonna hit two points at once in this section:

Ranpo’s kneeling to Fukuchi here but he has no loyalty to Fukuchi. He’s kneeling out of loyalty to Fukuzawa, so in truth he’s kneeling to Fukuzawa’s will. He’s acting as Fukuzawa’s knight. Even if we pretend King and Lionheart wasn’t a fandom phenomena for years, this isn’t a parent-child thing. Ranpo is steadfastly faithful to his king.

But lo?? Ranpo’s a lying liar. He’ll face away from the president under exactly one condition: Fukuzawa’s life is hanging in the balance. Then he’ll go against the only thing he himself has said he’s willing to stand for. This is not how the parent-child trope works. The parent says “live for me, I’ll die for the greater good” and the child cries and the parent dies. It’s like. The most common movie plotline in the universe when adults' parents are in movies.

Instead Ranpo actually does something that another stated romantic couple in this series does.

Goes apeshit on the threat.

Then later he’s not even remorseful. He tells Fukuzawa they did it and eats a bunch of cake without a care in the world after. He’d do it again and we know it.* So his moral compass isn’t to follow the president, it’s actually to follow him up to his own good and then burn the entire city down if it’ll keep him alive. This is really the most damning of Ranpo behaviors that screams of something more than familial affection.

Fukuzawa’s lines when he's poisoned are “we must not fight the port mafia. My life isn't important, protect this city (from the inevitable damage the fighting will do).”

Ranpo’s argument to disobey him is that the port mafia will start taking their families hostage to get them to give Fukuzawa up. “And if that happens, even the detective agency will be forced to give in.” His argument isn’t even “our friends will be in danger,” it’s “if we don’t fight we'll have let them kill President Fukuzawa.” Which, you know, Fukuzawa already said was preferable to fighting.

So this whole argument is literally that ship meme: “I will sacrifice myself to save everyone.” / “I will sacrifice anyone to save you.”

*Ranpo’s near-complete lack of punishment for this is a subtle sign of Fukuzawa’s bias too but this is already too long.

Shirushi

Or the 4th season's opening song. This has not been easy I tell you WHAT most of the translations for this song’s lyrics leave something to be desired and song lyrics are hard to understand. Anyway, we have Shirushi, which Luck Life's vocalist said was about Ranpo and Fukuzawa. And it’s. Well I wouldn’t exactly call it a love song because it’s bigger with “you gave me a reason to live” as one of the recurring lyrics. But the song’s got more lyrics about wanting/wishing/pleading to stay together: “I want to stay here // please, let’s just stay here // I want you and I to continue” and them being together, the “here” in question, is called “the place where [my] heart belongs.” It’s so sweet aaaaaa and it most definitely sounds like a love song.

"I will be his shield"

Here we have the rare Fukuzawa point.

Ok can I skip explaining this it’s very very obvious and I already went over one of these things.

Normal thought process: I should keep an eye on this kid. Fukuzawa thought process: I will become his shield, his sword, his shelter, to allow his magnificent mind freedom to work its magic--

Two halves of one whole

This is a weak ass point but I always found it thematically contradictory to the father/son interpretation, particularly when it comes right on the heels of a certain line fancops like to reference.

At the beginning of Origins Fukuzawa literally parkours across a room, backflips and everything, shocking the guy with all the papers with his mad skills. And Fukuzawa thinks “What? Why? That wasn’t impressive.”

He’s hinted to be the physical counterpart of Ranpo’s hyper competence. I.E., Ranpo is the one-of-a-kind mind and Fukuzawa is the one-of-a-kind body. Together they become unstoppable.

This implies a bond that won’t end?? But parent & child plotlines always have a theme of the child growing up and moving on. Atsushi and the orphanage director, though they’re fucked up, personified it. But they’ve clearly established that Fukuzawa and Ranpo are two halves of one whole and neither of them are planning to separate at any point. What’s Ranpo gonna do, go become a regular cop?? This just doesn’t suit a father and son dynamic.

Jealousy

Alright this next part will take some effort but FIRST we must all agree there’s romantic tension between Fukuchi and Fukuzawa. When I initially drafted this the finale had not come out, but we STILL had this going on:

Ok, so we also have the finale and we know Fukuzawa has some Strong Feelings for Fukuchi too. And Ranpo friggin' hates it.

I don’t aim to eradicate the platonic reading of Fukuran or anything, Fukuzawa and Ranpo are cute together no matter what! So this does smack of a teenager mad about having a stepdad taking all their mom’s time. But I cycle back to what Fukuchi cites as the focal point of Ranpo’s jealousy for the other easy interpretation.

The only time in my life I’ve thought “Aw I wish we’d met sooner :/” and felt a little envy towards someone's high school friends was with someone I was dating. I’d never think anything to this effect about a family member, certainly not enough to get violently jealous of their old friends or, heaven forbid, significant others.

What Ranpo is wishing for here is to have known Fukuzawa longer than Fukuchi, which could not happen if he was Fukuzawa's son. Fukuzawa was too young to have children when he met Fukuchi. So Ranpo's jealousy doesn't seem strictly platonic.

Praise

I will never understand how anyone sees the praise scene and thinks it’s normal father-son behavior. Teenagers wouldn't wouldn’t be caught dead doing this. Adults are far beyond it. Ranpo’s 26. Yes he likes candy and can’t ride the train, but the trains in Japan are WORSE than driving and neither of these behaviors mean he's a literal child. He has a driver’s license and investigates corpses for a living. He’s an adult.

This is a textbook praise kink.

Update: We got NEW STUFF WHOO

First I need to explain all of Japanese to you! Kidding, but we are gonna talk about second person pronouns. If you're not already aware, Japanese has well over 15 words for "I." Similarly, there are also 10+ words for "you." That being said, "you" is often seen as too direct and therefore all of these words can be seen as rude (you're supposed to use the other person's name with an honorific or their title, i.e. Fukuzawa-san, Shachou). You can use "you" for advertisements where the "you" is very general, OR with friends/lovers/etc.

OK we're gonna look at 2 of these pronouns now:

あなた(Anata) is a common second-person pronoun. This is the one that comes up in advertisements. It's semi-formal, though rude in certain contexts. As already stated, Anata is mostly used with people you're already close or familiar with (some examples in BSD include Kyoka to Atsushi and Akutagawa, between Haruno and Naomi, and Ango to Dazai) but can be used with strangers you're not close with and/or people you're a little irritated by (examples: Atsushi to Kouyou and Fitzgerald, Poe to Yosano). You are NOT supposed to use Anata with superiors. Historically, however, Anata once had another use: as a term of endearment between married couples. Generally the wife might call her husband this. This doesn't happen much though!! Only in certain contexts, which I'll get into. Don't go telling people Anata is a romantic pronoun because of this essay, it's not. Mostly.

お前(Omae) is rude! Ok it's not that rude, but it's a tough guy "you." This is often used when people are annoyed with the "you" in question, i.e. Kunikida scolding Dazai for drowning/being broke, "Dazai! Omae-" like that. Like Anata, this can be used by guys who know each other well/are good friends. Also like Anata, historically, it once had another use: as a term of endearment between married couples. Generally the husband might call his wife this. This is older than the endearment use of Anata and far less common now. It was explained to me as being a bit like saying "my woman." But once again this is rare!! It doesn't mean that now! Don't go expecting it to be romantic all the time because it almost never is!! Except--

Except that Fukuzawa uses very old language, because he's named after a guy whose heyday was the 1860s. That's plenty long enough ago to use Omae as a term of endearment. In fact there are only two characters who he calls Omae, one of whom is Fukuchi:

HOWEVER, while this proves Fukuzawa only uses it with people he's extremely close to, Fukuchi uses Omae back. I could make a joke about the two dudes who would be gay if they could just work out which one should bottom but this is a Fukuran essay so you can use your imagination for that. I'll move on to the other person he uses Omae with:

Ranpo, of course! But you see... Ranpo rarely calls Fukuzawa anything other than Fukuzawa-san or Shachou. Except he did at the end of the anime:

WE GOT AN ANATA FOLKS. Ranpo doesn't call anybody else Anata. He goes for Kimi mainly. Yet here he whips out Anata for Fukuzawa who, if he was looking at Fukuzawa as his superior, he should never refer to as Anata. So not only do we get confirmation that their relationship isn't just boss and employee, we get THE OMAE+ANATA SET. This isn't definitive cannonizing content of course - as I've said multiple times, these both mean something different now - but it's strongly suggestive. And speaking of suggestive,

Word of god

If you were ever worried that Asagiri might frown on the ship, or that he doesn't know about it, or that he didn't intend for a shippy interpretation at all, you can put all those fears to rest. In January 2024 Asagiri held a panel at the Kochi Museum of Literature and the Fukuran fans were WELL FED. Asagiri was asked half a dozen questions about Ranpo and Fukuzawa, but the most fun answer was when he was about Ranpo and Fukuchi. Rough translation below:

Q. Can you expand on the relationship between Ranpo and Fukuchi?

A. To put it in a slightly misleading way, Ranpo views Fukuchi as his rival in love*. They are enemies in a love triangle. Fukuchi doesn't agree.

*YES this word means romantic love.

Yes it's a joke but it's basically carte blanch to ship it to your heart's content, Asagiri knows you're there and winks at you in his interviews. AND it's also Kafka Asagiri saying that Ranpo sees himself in a love triangle with Fukuchi and Fukuzawa. So. You know. Just a small (major) win for the Fukuran fans there!

--End of new info--

But what about-

Now, I did mention the line I know all the antis are getting ready to comment with, and I just don’t think this would be complete without the inflammatory “well actually” section. There have been many a tweet saying “Fukuzawa says he sees Ranpo as his son!”

Actually, he never does. They're explicitly called partners/buddies, however.

NOVA IT’S RIGHT HERE!!

Bad news kids: this isn’t an exact translation. It’s very sweet and all but that’s not what the Japanese actually says.

This line is closer to “I have a child in my care for my own reasons, too.” He didn’t say Ranpo was HIS child, there’s no possessive grammar here (heh no の). I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone argue that Fukuzawa didn’t see him as a child when he was, you know, a child, but the series doesn’t take place when Ranpo is a child. Also I don’t see how that has anything to do with Ranpo’s feelings at the time.

Well that’s semantics, Fukuchi says it too!! See??

This 1) is Fukuchi who has about 1000 reasons to be a fukuran anti that have nothing to do with ages and 2) isn’t a direct translation of the Japanese text either. It says “little favorite” in Japanese, and that’s it! “Little favorite” just sounds weird in English so the translators used a common phrase that people generally DON’T and SHOULDN’T use for their own kids (imagine if everyone knew you liked one of your actual kids better than the rest D:). I have it on good authority that the official Italian doesn’t say “favorite son” and I know the Japanese doesn’t, so this line is not cannon.

Well how about this!!!

I’m not really sure why this is referenced when it’s clearly the center of the chapter’s joke – the point is that Ranpo ISN’T 5, he just acts that way.

Plus I can throw this panel back from the same WaN chapter as an argument:

“Ranpo’s grown so handsome” or if you prefer, “Ranpo looks so virile now...” – rare simp Fukuzawa.

Well you can’t possibly deny this!!!

Congratulations, this is the only one with any merit! What it fails to do is prove Fukuzawa said it or remove any of the stuff already mentioned here. Ranpo could very much be in love with Fukuzawa. This line in origins is narration, not dialogue or thought, and it isn’t carried through in the narrative so it’s relatively easy to view it as a joke. The same book christens them “Tantei [Sou]jin,” same sou as in “[sou]koku,” with kanji meaning “Detective duo/detective twins/double detectives/detective partners” though I’ve also found it to mean something very near “equals.” The kanji are ‘subtitled’ as "Detective buddies” in English (katakana) in the Japanese book. All this throws multiple wrenches in the idea that they’re broadly viewed as parent and child or even as having a significant power imbalance between them.

Which brings me to my final point: none of this proves anything definitively! There’s plenty of material for both interpretations. The entire point of engaging with media is to develop your own interpretation and have fun with it. But freaking out and screaming your headcanon when a scene hits you as slightly different than that headcanon is very much screaming at the sky. Lord knows I’ve seen these four arguments enough times that if they were going to convince me of anything they already would have, and Asagiri sure can’t hear you.

I think everyone who doesn’t think this could be romantic at least from Ranpo’s side expects that romantic imagery/themes for this ship can only appear from Fukuzawa, and only if it’s predatory? Like as long as I don’t whip out a canon image like this

they’ll say “I would definitely do that with my parent” to every argument even if in reality they never, ever would.

I did recently see someone saying "why would Ranpo even like Fukuzawa, he's 30!" and listen, I can't help you there. I've had crushes on actors twice my age since I was 10, it's ingrained in my wiring. A sexy badboy bodyguard who declares himself to be at your service AND buys you food will never not be hot to me.

"What's attractive about Fukuzawa" requires another essay, however, so this is where I leave it. Obviously much of this is open to interpretation, but I don’t see people making skk posts that just say “BESTIES BESTIES BESTIES” or “BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS” ya feel. It’s always on panels like the ones I brought up, because people do recognize a romantic slant when they see one. You don’t learn to detect that from media, you learn it from living long before you start caring about morality politics in shipping. Thus I interpret the screaming very much as LALALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU-

P.S. actually I do want to add one final note because I know what the fancops will say even if they take all this at face value: Grooming refers to “actions deliberately undertaken to befriend and establish an emotional connection with a child, to lower the child’s inhibitions in preparation for sexual activity.”

Dating someone you knew when you were underage does not equal grooming. Grooming is a purposeful crime. “Even if they’re dating now that’s grooming!” incorrect! Please do not only listen to your friends about the law, they may also tell you a cop has to tell you if they're a cop (they do not) or any number of other very wrong things. Google is free.

#long post #fukuran #ranfuku #tantei soujin #I COULD HAVE DONE MORE #yes the ayabram didn't particularly age well #but everyone ELSE thought she was his wife too lol #analysis #ppl can rb and add stuff they think is romantic if they want <3 #bsd analysis

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burning-sol · 10 months ago

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Tho can I say, some people who don't like Stolitz at all will claim everyone else lacks media comprehension while taking things out of context, misinterpreting scenes, and blatantly missing evidence.

"Blitz HAS to fuck Stolas in order to get the book, he wouldn't be doing it otherwise. He shows no interest in Stolas otherwise." EPISODE 5 IT'S ADDRESSED IN EPISODE 5 ARE YOU KIDDING ME. THERE'S AN ENTIRE EPISODE ABOUT IT.

A huge piece of their dynamic is addressed in THIS episode through the presence of Striker and the festival. Striker first points out how bold and strong willed Blitz is by the existence of his business, we get a montage of Blitz and Striker competing and then WINNING the festival. Meanwhile, Stolas continues to apparently annoy Blitz the entire time, making it clear how much Stolas drags Blitz down. Striker is ready to snipe Stolas - which would have probably most DEFINITELY have killed him - but then Blitz and Moxxie intervene.

The ENTIRE POINT MADE is that Blitz doesn't have to be with Stolas, he can let Striker kill him right then and there and take the book for himself, no more Stolas necessary. But Blitz, despite his clear it is that Stolas is imperfect, that Blitz is strong enough to uphold his business without Stolas, Blitz STILL chooses to protect Stolas and keep their deal going.

I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH CLEARER IT NEEDS TO BE...

Oh, and yeah, this extends to episode 7 as people miss the crucial part of the episode where STOLAS REJECTED HIM. Did you forget the ENTIRE SONG that questions if Stolas and Blitz love each other, or whether they're just fucking with no feelings attached, and wherein Stolas DOESN'T claim them as being anything more. Stolas puts up the menu in front of his face in SHAME, and there is a shot of BLITZO'S REACTION.

Not to mention that Blitzo ALSO gets dragged by his ex in that song, and is made to feel like he's completely unlovable. (remember how THAT was important to episode 6???) So yeah, having that thought being AFFIRMED by Stolas is going to lead to Blitz rejecting Stolas, because HE rejected him first!!

Also, Blitz goes home and you can see all the photos he has of the ones he cares about, INCLUDING STOLAS, AFTER THEY FUCKED NO LESS. Blitz didn't even DELETE the photo, he scrolls right past it.

People also making comments about how if Blitzo is bring portrayed as a "tsundere", he needs to show more reciprocation towards Stolas. Which. NO. First off, he's not a "tsundere" he's an imp which ATTACHMENT ISSUES, what the fuck are you talking about. Again, episode 7, Verosika sings about their sex life "but when it came to my turn, there was no reciprocation". Blitz has issues reciprocating any form of romantic affection, because he thinks no one loves him. Like I'm sorry you think Blitz was meant to be a "tsundere" instead of being written as a semi-realistic portrayal of what it's like to struggle with attachment issues (which, people in real life are NOT tsunderes nor do they always express their love for others in notable ways despite how the opposite may be true).

Someone said Stolas was "pinching" Blitz' cheek in episode 6 which is.. How do you MIS-SEE Stolas is HOLDING Blitz' face to see if he's HURT, a common expression of AFFECTION....

I stg these people will forget entire episodes to dunk on the problematic ship REPRESENT MY TOXIC SHIP CORRECTLY!!!!

#📚 my posts #📌 thoughts #cw caps

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bluebunnysart · 4 months ago

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i'm still super excited so im gonna gush some more (abt the fic) but i do wanna say i freakin love how big the artist chose to make Teto's wings; i thought my own drawing was big but this artist made them BIGGER and I LOVE THAT because she's sooo creature-coded and i super love that about her, just, isnt it so cool when we have three characters (Triple Baka) but one of them can just sprout (hugeass) wings at any time, Teto, ur so so special <3

Also i love the clear circuitry on Miku's face/the side of her neck.... super obviously an android...... I welcome it immensely, I didnt think of that but I absolutely accept it. She's actually been in that place for a non-small amount of time so it'd make sense if she got slightly damaged from the elements!! Idk if I'll change my existing drawing since I'm treating it as alternate interpretations which i love, but I wanted to say I love it <3

Fanfic spoilers below:

talking about my own fic, one of my favorite moments is towards the end where Miku is like completely ready to ditch her bc eksgskfsks ofc Teto's like, "??!???!" and if i drew it, you'd start seeing her expression slowly change into mild irritation/sheer disbelief bc I think it's kinda understandable why Teto would be the type to get attached easily (in this setting) but all Miku remembers is Teto agreed to help her for a little bit so ofc Miku's like, "Yay you've done what you said you would! thank you so very much! I will now be taking my leave"

The reason I like this moment (among others) is bc I think it really highlights their differences in personality and approaching things xD Ofc I love interpretation so I wont cross out alternate interpretations at all but if you're curious about mine,

I'm a fan of tsundere (always have been) but this Teto in particular (UTAU Teto) has had like zero contact with others for quite a while..... She might even be a shut-in because I did briefly explore her perspective in my mind and she actually tries to avoid others/going out if she can help it. That's bc going out into the world depresses her!!! lol!

She doesnt immediately trust others, maybe she's seen how savage/disloyal other creatures are and thinks there cant be anything good from associating with them or getting along with them, so she's most comfortable alone. When she first encounters Miku, you might be able to make this connection, but the main reason she approached (besides needing food) was she was like, "who is THAT??" and thought it might actually be a human (all of whom were supposed to have died out a long time ago). Teto has mixed feelings towards humans, maybe a mix of positive and negative, so unlike other creatures, if she saw a human, of course she'd get curious. Obviously humans make her favorite French bread too so she owes them for that xD

ANYWAY Teto lore dump aside, she doesnt know how to socialize/be very friendly and is pretty blunt/sharp-tongued/sassy. The main thing about her is she's kinda dishonest now and cant really speak her feelings cuz it feels like revealing weakness, so if she's ever expressing something about herself, she's most likely to couch it in like rational or practical terms. never "i want/feel like this so please listen to me" but more "this will benefit us both so I'd go with that if I were you". It's something I find very cute about her!!!

Miku is the straightforward type who doesnt understand connotations or anything yet so she's really easily the type to say or do socially unconventional things and have Teto react like "???" (one of my favorite reactions in manga/etc is confusion lmao, it's just so raw)

Anyway Teto would never bully Miku or anything, she's just sassy and sharp like I mentioned, but Miku is also the type to have those things completely fly over her head, so even if Teto tried to rile Miku up in return, she'd probably totally fail at it and it'd backfire xD (making her embarrassed instead from even trying/thinking it'd work)

This is just random gushing about different personalities coming together and interacting with each other but honestly this is prompted by the fanart too cuz i LOVE those expressions

i'm so happy people like the fic LOL, i posted it expecting like only one kudos at the very least I hoped so I'm really happy! having more eyes on it makes me kinda nervous but I'm glad if the reception is positive ^_^ (it's not like I'd crumble if i got negativity but I really would prefer not to see it considering how much I like Negidrill!! so!!! xD)

OH YEAH, WHILE I WAS looking up Walkmans to help describe them in my fic ebay recommended me a HATSUNE MIKU WALKMAN and that made me laugh bc everything that exists has a Hatsune Miku version of it out there, bet xD

Was fitting considering I was also making Hatsune Miku fanfic 😂😂😂😂

#end of the world au

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hatgame · 2 years ago

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I do love going through your tags to read the backlog of thoughts you have on snatcher so if hes not asked?

he has not been! i am grateful for your interest.

any pronouns & unlabeled everything lol

a very uncommon opinion i have is that he finds great but self harming and maladaptive comfort in the cellar and blizzard stages of his life.

to base this:

something ive seen a lot but disagree with is the claim that after their death they gained control, going as far as to become lowkey power hungry and enjoy and crave being treated as an authoriy. living its truth as a spooky spirit and generally being content with this life.

hat(and bow?) kid kind of pokes fun at that by calling him a tsundere and a big softy, but i never thought of it as her seeing him as a literal tsundere. she saw something he doesnt want to be viewed as and went with it to gain the strongest reaction, even if only in theory, while really meaning she doesnt think his behavior is sincere. this might look like im putting words in her mouth but i just genuinely always assumed this was the intention. its pretty in character, too - shes mischevious and childishly malicious at times. i think its fits. i also only bring this up because itll be important later

with the blizzard still present around vanessas manor, ice covering the subcon well from the inside and chunks of ice randomly forming around the forest i believe its fair to say it did not vanish on its own and is instead actively suppressed by something. considering snatcher provides an array of services to the subconites (granting them bodies, likely supervising the new vilages construction, maintaining community important structures via contractually obligated mortals - none of her contracts benefit her directly. they resemble community service far more, which is remarked on by hat/bow kid in her diary) it wouldnt be too far of a stretch to come to the conclusion its by his efforts the blizzard is contained - not to mention when first encountered he tells hat/bow she needs her to take care of "some other things, that i cannot do myself..." implying there ARE things it can and does get done! and its for the blizzards suppression specifically i believe it steals and absorbs souls.

(newer content typically has them claim they hate chores and use minions for everything which i choose not to take into account due to most of said content severely contradicting his main game appearance writing wise. i also think there was something that justified treating it as an unreliable narrator but i cant recall what exactly so i wont be using that argument to defend myself here. so, source: trust me)

this places snatcher in the place of a damage suppressor for the blizzard. this, if on its own, while an interesting dynamic, isnt much more than that. its effect on snatcher as a person is unknown. that is, unless you take his backstory into account.

the blizzard is typically interpreted to exist a result of vanessas actions and unlikely but possibly continued efforts, but i personally would claim its an extension of her, similarly to how the snatcher is an extension of the prince: its her soul and personal apocalypse externalized. its her.

in this way, snatcher, even after his death, is forced into a relationship with her ghostly presence infusing and dilluting subcon where it must expose itself to and suppress her. its a dehumanizing and horrible position to be in. something to note is that in the subcon layer of the tour rift snatchers tree is shown beneath the village, coveted in frost. it always was a deeply haunting thing to me, and now i realize it can be used as further proof that the village can only really exist at the price of snatcher enduring constant violence behind the scenes. i used to say this very likely acts as a parallel to princes and princess vanessas relationship before realizing its not a parallel, its an extension of it. its almost like he never left.

the only opportunity he ever got from the constant pressure and obligation to keep up a notably insincere appearance, being used as a tool to keep something that feels larger than anything it could ever be in check, was when he was abandoned to fall apart in vanessas cellar. he even calls it home once. ("this captain guy is great! his nasty smell and dead eyes remind me of home..")

i will be honest, im mixed on to what degree he is aware of any of this, in the timeframe of the ingame events at least, but if he does come to the conclusion hes been going in circles i dont doubt hed start craving the only place defined by the lack of vanessas presence.

i have a lot more to say such as why he initially chose to leave the cellar, what he thinks vanessas opinion on him is, or how exactly the subconites factor into their recovery, which is fully possible btw, but thats it for now. thanks for reading, now you have a bit more context to my art

if hes feeling affectionate towards her it might also wish to wander in the blizzard again.. since its an extension of her, its kind of the closest they can possibly get, literally residing inside her soul while still remaining isolated and staying out of her reach and sight. its also invasive creepy and miserable and completely erases all boundaries between the two of them

#text #dove dont look #also i do not interpret them as ''equally toxic'' and dont trust those who do

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somegirlontheinternet135 · 1 year ago

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Stardust x Aurora Candy + Family headcanons b/c yes-

☆ Still trying figure exactly how the two met, but was I've managed to create so far was; Aurora Candy is a regular late-night shift is and just about to head to the train yard, till he finds Stardust's unconscious body floating through space. He freaks out and hijinks ensue from there, a very "Little Mermaid" situation

☆ Of course, when they do catch feeling, they experience it in different ways (Aurora Candy being a mushy tsundere and Stardust having never experienced feelings like that ever, finds it new and confusing, but also intriguing)

☆ Both Stardust and Aurora Candy have emotion outbursts, mostly due to Aurora's very short temper and Stardust just being plain emotional at times, which is rare for someone so quiet and charming

☆ Their "little" family is a mix between Bob's Burgers and Steven Universe. On one hand we have Stardust, who loves his kids more than anything and wants them to learn as much about the world as possible despite not knowing much himself. And on the other hand, there Aurora Candy, who loves and is sorta overprotective of his kids, but wants to honest with them and teach them the harsh reality, as well as wanting them to pursue promising careers

☆ As expected from a rather strict father, Aurora Candy Cookie runs a somewhat militaristic household, having rules to that the kids have to follow, many of which played a role in shaping Financier Cookie into what she is today. But it's logical it say the least, you'd be strict too if you had 7 kids

☆ Stardust on the other hand is way more relaxed and cooperative. He also stays at home the most, so with this, the kids could get away with more than they should, but they don't. Why? Because their dad(to them) is a loveable dork who can be naive at times, and they don't wanna hurt the poor guy's feelings

☆ Stardust has many hobbies, his favorite being baking/cooking. His first time baking was making a birthday cake for Aurora when he said his birthday "wasn't important" How'd it turn out?. . . Not great

Stardust, reading a cookbook: Let's see, 2 cups of flour. . .

*Proceeds to take a drinking glass, fills it with flour and dumps it into the bowl*

☆ One messy cake and a lesson on measuring cups later, there was no turning back. His favorite thing being the happy reactions people get when enjoy his baked goods

☆ And he doesn't simplify things either. He makes all sorts of international dishes, experimenting with different spices, textures, and flavors, with the goal of satisfying to not just his family

☆ Whenever Aurora has a rough day at work, you can be assured that he'll spent the rest of the night cuddling his lover, wrapped in his wings/cape and talking about their days

*Stardust is chilling in a rocking chair with Space Doughnut, sleeping in his arms*

*Aurora walks into the room, completely dazed and tired*

Stardust: Rough night?

Aurora, tired: *Sigh* yes, dear. . .

*Aurora walks over to his bird husband, and hopes onto his lap*

*Stardust lets him hold their baby as he wraps his cape around them*

☆ Aurora Candy and Dr. Evilglave are brothers (Glaze being the eldest of the two). They're not what you call "close," better yet the complete opposite. As you except, Dr. Evilglave is a mad scientist and war criminal, and was about to over their universe till Stardust and Aurora put an end to his escapade

☆ Despite there always being rift in their relationship, Dr. Evilglave has respect for his little brother, especially for landing such an amazing spouse

☆ Moonlight, Stardust's sister, protects Wizard City with the dream barrier. This, of course, isn't a good thing considering she can't interact with her family (heck, she doesn't even know that most her nieces and nephews exist!) The only one of their kids who met Aunt Moonlight was Financier, but she was extremely young when that happened

☆The two space siblings have for rather, complex, relationship, considering the Moonlight was the "golden child" in the wizards' eye but she was too naive to realize that, therefore thinking they were loved equally

☆ Sugar Glass extremely fixated on Moonlight, hoping one day to meet her. In their home that is clock tower, there's a large window which gives an ariel view of Moonlight, if not playing with her siblings or gardening, her nights are spent watching her through the window

*Sugar is sitting the windowsill, watching Moonlight as she slumbers*

*Stardust enters the room*

Stardust: Sugar, dearest, it is time for bed

Sugar, still looking through the window: Papa, will we ever meet the Slumbering Moon one day?. .

*Stardust sees his sister, already having mixed feelings*

Stardust, patting his daughter's shoulder: Unfortunately, I don't have the answer. . . but, do I know this, her dreams create a barrier between the outside world and the City of Wizards, as well as a getaway into the World of Dreams. She protects this precious city from harm, that is why it is so important for her to rest. . .

Sugar, not satisfied with his first answer: If that's so. . . why does have do it alone? . . isn't there anything we can do to help?

Stardust: *Sigh* My sister is. . . a complex soul, she was willing to wait for wizards despite them disappearing long ago. Also willing to sacrifice a life with us, with you. . . She's achieved this task alone for years, and it's a decision we unfortunately have to respect. . .

Sugar: . . . Ok Papa. . .

*She hops off the windowsill, and the two leave*

☆ With Amber being a 12yo boy, there's not exactly much "clean" about him (cause hormones), but surprisingly one of the only things he's able to keep clean is his room. Speaking of which, he actually a big fan of cleaning in general, but that could the bee genres

☆ Milky Way and Aurora Candy have the best father-daughter relationship. Ever since they had first child, Aurora hoped that one day he would get to share the family business with the kids, but unfortunately none of them were interested, all but Milky, who basically a copy-paste of what he was like when he was a kid

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom au #starlight starbright #stardust cookie #aurora candy cookie #financier cookie #amber sugar cookie #sugar glass cookie #milky way cookie

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tokuimagines · 2 years ago

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it's me yet again bc uhhh idk HUWASHGDSA- but ANYWAYS headcanons for Kaito, Stacey and Zox with a very short, hotheaded and chaotic s/o? I'm not short myself but I feel like this'd be funny.

A/N: I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN 10,0000 YEARS BUT IM HERE TO DO THIS

Kaito, Zox, and Stacey With A Hotheaded S/O

Kaito:

he's gonna be the only one to actively calm you down. i mean he's such a sweet boy he's not gonna do anything to spark your rage, he's just happy to be with you ! however there's a certain yohohoying pirate who lives to be irritating so he has to calm you down a lot

kaito's 5'10 so like. he's tall but he's not TALL tall, and in general isn't really gonna mention your height bc it doesn't matter too much to him. all he cares about is if you're the perfect size to hug and you are so he's happy !! (any size is the perfect size to hug. this boy loves hugs)

as for the chaotic aspect, well kaito lives with the zenkaigers he knows and loves chaos ! the more chaotic the better, it just makes for a livelier day in his mind ! he can't wait for all the antics you're sure to cause it's so fun for him

Zox:

so he's an instigator here, he fucking LOVES annoying you he thinks your reactions are so funny. there's a good chance you're probably in like a tsundere type relationship with him because he's just so. so annoying you are truly one step away from ending this man's existence each day

and if it wasn't bad enough, he's DEFINITELY gonna tease you if you're short, it doesn't matter if he isn't really the tallest himself. if you're shorter than him, prepare to live in a world of short jokes he will be RELENTLESS

like kaito though, he knows and lives through chaos all the time- take a look at his siblings, after all. so he also loves it and adds to it himself, it's probably just another fun day of causing problems for him.

Stacey:

a tsundere meets a tsundere, im not gonna lie. he's not the most agreeable at first, and there were probably a lot of fights and arguments early on. however, now he probably takes on a role more similar to kaito, being someone who knows how to calm you down, especially since he knows what sets him off himself.

stacey is not a tall man, but even with that i just. do not think he cares about your height whatsoever. it doesn't affect him in the slightest and it isn't anything really important, so it's not something he ever really thinks about or brings up.

oh, stacey does not know how to handle your chaotic side. this poor boy is lost and confused, and probably doesn't know how to keep up with you, getting lost pretty quickly. i think you probably end up dragging him a lot of places and he just. doesn't know what's happening god help him

#kikai sentai zenkaiger #zenkaiger imagines #kaito imagines #kaito (zenkaiger) imagines #zox imagines #zox goldtweaker imagines #stacey imagines

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amaya-writes · 2 years ago

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OM Boys Reacting To You Saying You've Been Faking It Recently (As A Prank)

Notes: I randomly got this idea and thought it was funny so I wrote up a couple of hcs for it. Lol why was I literally giggling while writing this

Warnings: nsfw mentions. no actual smut but pretty suggestive

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

The second most offended.

Lucifer will literally put down everything he's doing to stare you dead in the eyes and ask you to repeat yourself.

"Would you repeat that, darling?"

Regardless of whether or not it was a joke, it is safe to say you will not be leaving whatever room you're in for quite some time.

Lucifer doesn't care if you're in his office, either of your bedrooms or an empty classroom, his pride blinds him enough to not care about the repercussions at that moment.

It's not only his pride, but his heart that is quite wounded at the idea of you not enjoying your intimate moments together, especially since sex means a lot to Lucifer (considering he only reserves that for people he feels very strongly about).

Don't bother holding back any of your noises because Lucifer wants to hear them all. The entire Devildom could have been able to hear you and he still wouldn't care. In fact, that would only reassure him.

His sadistic tendencies take a back seat as Lucifer focuses on pleasuring you to the greatest extent.

However, don't be fooled, for once he realises it was all a prank, your punishment will be just as intense.

Mammon

Mammon freezes.

At first, he doesn't really know what to do and sort of panics.

It's only when he senses the air of amusement around you that he sort of calms down. But that's when the anger and annoyance set in.

He's not actually angry at you, however, he does feel annoyed that you'd play such games with him. Especially since you know he's a switch (mostly bottom) which can make him question whether he's doing enough in bed.

Mammon would be more on the love-making side than intense like Lucifer. You've been faking it recently? Well, then he's going to give you the best orgasm of your life.

Mammon can be so cute during such moments and gets quite clingy even as he tries to be a mean dom (fails completely because he's more of a soft dom).

Expect A LOT of aftercare once the two of you are done. You're both spending the rest of the day (if it's night then the entire night and the next morning) with each other and Mammon gets super clingy.

"Don't ya ever pull something like that again, kay human?"

You think Mammon's tsundere ass is normally jealous? Well, expect that to go through the roof. He's practically glowering at his other brothers if they so much as hint at the commotion that occurred earlier in his room.

Leviathan

This poor baby- tread with caution!

This type of situation can go one of two ways with Levi. Either he gets super insecure and hides himself away, refusing to talk to you and questioning his entire existence.

Or, Levi gets angry.

Which is way better than him being sad.

When Levi first registers your words he goes into panic mode. He starts apologising and maybe even insults himself, talking about how sorry he is.

You need to immediately go into damage control before Levi accidentally summons Lotan and never locks eyes with you for the rest of his life.

Once you tell him it was a joke he gets even more offended however sort of calms down.

I say sort of because the only way to actually calm him down is show him that you don't have to fake it because Levi is more than good enough.

After the first few rounds you might think you're done but that's when Levi actually gets confident and starts to take a bit of control because he needs to prove to himself that he can make you cum while topping you.

Satan

Satan has never put a book down faster in his life.

His reaction will be a little similar to Levi's in that he starts apologising, however, he is more sincere than panicky and even asks you if there was a certain thing that made you fake it.

Once he notices the guilty/amused smile on your face Satan goes LIVID.

Third most offended.

"Forgive me kitten, but I think I need a physical demonstration of what exactly is making you fake it."

Unlike the others, Satan immediately goes into brat taming mode. And you best expect him to be lethal.

He is mindful enough to take you back to his room, mainly because his equipment is there (yes he's using toys, especially a kitty collar and tail).

However, once that door is locked neither of you will be leaving until Satan has made you cum as much as you physically can, which, considering he is a high-ranking demon with a lot of stamina whose ego was just very badly bruised, is very much possible.

You are not walking tomorrow. Like literally, that is not an option. However, Satan will be more than happy to carry you around so everyone can know who exactly made you end up this way.

(The fact that Lucifer is practically fuming because of the situation is the cherry on the top).

Asmodeus

The most offended.

Asmo literally drops the nail polish bottle he's holding, allowing it to splatter all across his desk and the hand he was painting. But for once, he doesn't care about the stains.

Asmodeus is probably the only one who actually gets scary at this moment, because he knows for a fact that you're lying. After all, he's the avatar of lust, and whether it be for the reputation he has to hold or because of affection, Asmo always ensures his partner finishes.

Which is why he knows for a fact that what you're saying is absolute bull.

However, he would never admit as much.

Instead, he just leans back with this god-awful smirk and says one little thing.

"Well then baby, why don't you show me how you like it?"

That's enough to make you know you've fucked up, because not only are you forbidden to leave until you cum, you have to put in all the effort to make it happen.

It's only when you have a mini breakdown after the second round because you're tired but have to keep going because Asmo's (sexual) punishments can put Lucifer to shame that he finally caves.

But it's not because he pities you, after all, why would he when you brought this on yourself?

Instead, it's because he wants to drive you up the wall even more, to completely break you and show you just how much of a fake you are.

But don't worry, your lovely, bubbly Asmodeus is quick to make a return after you're done, with him scooping you up in his arms for a long cleansing bath where he cleans both of you and holds you close.

However, he makes sure to remind you not to pull something like this again unless you're looking for the kind of sex that ends with you in a wheelchair (which if you are, you just need to ask).

Beelzebub

Is honestly confused. First off, he doesn't get why you would bother faking it and thinks that's something you should have told him about (especially since he's the kind of person who prioritises the other person over himself during sex).

Second, he does feel a little stung but he's also worried that this is something that might negatively impact your relationship which is why his first instinct is to sit down and talk it through.

Once he realises you weren't serious, he's more relieved than angry.

You're probably not going to end up having sex unless you start it, but if you do then Beel will be more mindful of your reactions to him, etc.

Like he sort of fixtates on making you cum first and after the two of you are done he asks you questions like if anything hurts, if it was fine/to your satisfaction, etc.

Honestly puppy boy energy.

Belphegor

Belphie's probably never been this awake in his entire time in the Devildom.

Now usually, he's more than happy to fill the position of the bratty bottom who's a sarcastic little fuck and does his very best to drive you up a wall, however, it seems that today you've chosen violence, and Belphie is more than happy to fight fire with fire.

The way his eyes go from drowsy to wide open should be enough of a warning for you to turn tail and run. After all, a dom Belphie is a scary Belphie.

However, by the time you've actually begun to move away his tail is already wrapping around your waist tugging you back to his side of the bed, but this time you're far closer to him than before.

"Would you mind repeating that again, doll?"

He knows for a fact that you're pranking him, which is why he's not as offended as he is amused.

If this is the game you want to play, then Belphie's happy to play along.

Much like Lucifer and Satan, he goes for the punishment side, but his punishments are more...different. Aka overstimulation.

For once, Belphie's happy to put in all the work as he has you on your hands and knees with your voice echoing around the attic. He might throw in a bit of impact play or orgasm denial depending on how persistent you are with your prank (how quickly you stop).

But at the end of the day, he's also kind of a soft baby and once you're done and cuddled up to him taking a little power nap he makes sure you dream about him and you together.

It's not a lewd dream or anything, but just a soft one that allows you to know how he feels about you without Belphie having to outright say it.

Overall, he's the only one except for Asmo who would actually be kind of scary but he's also pretty soft and to him this whole situation is just a lil game.

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hwangsify · 2 years ago

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K.SM. — LOVE AND THUNDER.

pairing. kim seungmin x gn reader

genre. angst, fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, college au

warnings. food, one joke about death, they're both extremely tsundere but also extremely in love

summary. you develop a habit of breaking into seungmin's apartment during thunderstorms under pretense that you miss his company. seungmin sees right through you.

length. oneshot

word count. 5.5k+

taglist. @starlostseungmin @ilynaevis @luvhyun3 @dnadoublefelixx @seung-scrittore @jungwonize @plutominho

When Seungmin opens the door at 2 in the morning in the middle of a thunderstorm to find you standing right in front of him, clad in a pair of Naruto pajamas, his first reaction is to slam the door in your face.

After all, it’s been ages since he’s been able to fall asleep so soon, and he was in the middle of an excellent dream when you decided to break into his apartment. It seems, to Seungmin, that you harbor a lifelong obligation to fuck up his sleep schedule as well whenever you can’t fall asleep, because you exist solely on caffeine and sugar and probably would break the World Guinness Record for “most unhealthy lifestyle” if that happened to be a category. He adds this to his growing reasons of why he should have terminated your friendship a long time ago.

Groaning, he scrubs a weary hand over his face, wondering what he did to deserve such a fate as to have to deal with you at 2 am in the morning.

You’re still standing by the doorway when he musters up the courage (and tenacity) to open up the door again, glaring at him. He sighs. “What do you want?”

“You’re not even going to let me in?” you demand. “Even after all these years we’ve been friends? I’m offended, Kim Seungmin.”

You have a habit of calling him by his full name whenever you want something from him, and it affects Seungmin a little more than he’d like to admit.

Mumbling a string of curses under his breath, Seungmin opens the door a bit wider to let you in. When he had woken up to an incessant knocking at his door, he had been terribly irritated. After all, what kind of psychopath would stop by his apartment at 2 in the fucking morning— in the middle of a thunderstorm too? But now that you’ve made yourself at home in his apartment, tucking yourself comfortably into his couch, he finds that he can’t bring himself to be mad at you.

He shuts the door carefully behind him and turns to look at you. “Why are you even here?”

You shrug, grinning, although you don’t meet his eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy your company.”

“Cut the bullshit,” he sighs. “It’s 2 in the fucking morning. What could you possibly want from me at this time?”

His answer comes to him shortly afterwards. A loud thunderclap tears through the atmosphere, a deafening roar in Seungmin’s eardrums.

You let out a soft squeak, hands flying up instinctively over your ears, hunching over to make yourself smaller.

The realization hits Seungmin a few seconds later. He frowns. “You’re scared of thunder?”

You look up from your hunched over position to glare at him. “Of course not. What would make you think something like that?”

Your fingers tremble as you tangle them nervously in your lap, one leg jiggling up and down anxiously.

“You’re shaking,” Seungmin notes.

“It’s cold,” you shoot back, wrapping your arms around yourself and shivering just for show. “Maybe install a heating system into your apartment like a normal fucking person? It’s like below freezing in here.”

But Seungmin has known you for years now, has learned to read you far past whatever exteriors you put up. And right now, it is undeniably evident that you are afraid. Maybe even terrified.

But it’s not like you’d ever admit that out loud. And Seungmin softens at the sight of your frightened eyes, pupils blown wide from fear. Sighing, he makes his way across the room to grab a few blankets, tossing them on your lap. You frown, glancing up at him.

“You can crash here for the night if you want,” Seungmin says. And if he didn’t know you so well, he wouldn’t notice the way you visibly brighten, lips tugging up at the corners. His heart flutters at the sight, a warm fondness settling deep within his stomach.

“Really? I thought you’d kick me out or something.”

“I’m not that big of an asshole,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can leave tomorrow morning or something, I know you’ve got class.”

Another thunderclap rumbles in the distance, and you tense, shoulders hunching downwards. Seungmin frowns, leaning down to touch your shoulder.

“Hey,” he says. “Are you going to be okay?”

You let out a dismissive laugh, spreading the blankets over your lap. “Yah, Kim Seungmin. Who do you take me for? Of course I’ll be fine.”

Seungmin shifts awkwardly in front of you, one hand coming up to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. He knows that you hate being fretted over, hate showing any sign of vulnerability at all, but a small part of him can’t help but worry.

“You can wake me up if it gets too bad, you know.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach up to shove his shoulder. “I already told you, I’m not scared. Go to sleep, I’ll be fine.”

So Seungmin trots off to bed, and you make yourself comfortable on his couch. And maybe it’s a bit eccentric to have an impromptu sleepover with your best friend at 2 am, but Seungmin finds that he doesn’t mind it. Not at all.

He likes you too much to mind.

ii.

Seungmin met you like this.

During his awkward middle school years, he decided to pick up photography as a side pastime. It was more of a spontaneous decision than anything else, but his mother had seemed supportive enough, and he was in a great need of a hobby at the time.

So one day, on a Monday afternoon, he made his way to the photography club meeting room, a long forgotten art studio located in the left wing of the school.

Cracking open the door, the first thing he realized was that he had most definitely gotten the address wrong. This realization came from the fact that you were standing directly in the middle of the room, a paint-splattered apron tied haphazardly around your waist, a creaky easel positioned right before you with a canvas stretched over it. You had been beautiful even then, with a smudge of sienna against your cheekbone and a ratty t-shirt tugged over your frame.

You had looked over the moment Seungmin had cracked open the door, eyebrows raising as he poked his head in. Seungmin’s mouth felt dry and as thick as cotten as he opened his mouth and then closed it again, one hand coming up to awkwardly run a hand through his bangs.

“This isn’t the photography club,” he managed to croak out. He had been terribly awkward back then, and your boldness had intimidated him.

“No,” you said slowly. “It isn’t.”

Just as Seungmin decided that he should just leave, you had bounded over the room in a few steps and grabbed his wrist, tugging him into the room. Seungmin didn’t even have the time to ask you what the actual fuck you thought you were doing before you had pushed him down into a chair.

“But now that you’re here,” you had said brightly. “Why not join the club?”

Seungmin later found out that you were the founder and sole member of the art club. In a school that primarily focused on STEM subjects, few people were interested in art, although that didn’t deter you from starting a club. In fact, if anything, you seemed to enjoy the solitude, although you also didn’t seem to mind Seungimin’s company.

This is ridiculous, Seungmin had thought. A bead of sweat gathered at his temple as you stared at him expectantly.

He gathered up the courage to tell you that this was all a terrible mistake, and that he actually had no intention of joining the art club. But instead, what came out was—

“Okay.”

To Seungmin’s defense, you had been extremely intimidating in your torn jeans and paint-splattered t-shirt, not to mention impossibly beautiful, and he simply could not find it in him to say no.

You had beamed then, teeth flashing in the sunlight as you grinned. “Great. Let me go grab an easel from the closet.”

And the rest was history. So really, meeting you was more of an accident than anything else, although probably one of Seungmin’s better mistakes. He pretty much spent every waking moment in your company after that, and the two of you had later, by some kind of miracle of chance, gotten into the same college as well.

You were just about the most stubborn person Seungmin had ever met, not to mention extremely intimidating when you wanted to be. You also collected ugly photos of him as a hobby, having established an entire photo album on your phone labeled “blackmail (seungmin ver.) :3” and harbored a strange love for cats.

(Really, Seungmin just couldn’t understand you. Dogs were clearly superior.)

But even so, you were still his best friend. And Seungmin wouldn’t have it any other way.

iii.

By the time Seungmin rolls out of bed the next morning, the smell of sizzling bacon has already filled the air.

Seungmin stumbles into the kitchen, stomach rumbling, to see you standing in the kitchen, hovering over a frying pan.

“Morning,” he rasps, morning voice husky from sleep. You turn around at the sound of his voice.

“Oh. You’re up.” Like you were expecting Seungmin to die in his sleep or something.

“Why,” Seungmin grins. “Were you expecting someone else?”

You glare at him before turning your attention back to the bacon. “I already finished frying the eggs, they’re on the table.”

Seungmin turns to see a plateful of fried eggs sitting in the middle of the coffee table. Despite your many shortcomings, you have proven yourself to be an excellent cook, and Seungmin trusts you enough to eat your food without worrying about getting food poisoning. He’s in the middle of loading his plate with eggs when you set down a platter of bacon next to him, humming tunelessly.

“Did you sleep well?” Seungmin asks, peering at you. There are dark circles beneath your eyes and Seungmin wouldn’t be surprised if you spent the better part of the night tossing and turning on the couch as the storm raged on outside.

You shrug. “Well enough.”

“You know, I never took you to be one to be scared of thu—”

You cut him off with a sharp hiss, glaring at him. “I told you, I wasn’t scared.”

Seungmin blinks.

“It’s okay to be scared sometimes, you know. There’s nothing wrong with having fears.”

You roll your eyes. “Just drop it, okay? I wasn’t scared.”

There’s a telltale flush of red against your cheeks though, which Seungmin wisely decides not to mention. Instead, he shrugs. “Fine.”

Outside, the storm has cleared up nicely. The sky is bright-blue and cloudless, no sign at all of last night’s tempest.

Checking your watch, you abruptly stand up, brushing off your jeans. Seungmin frowns. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to be late for class,” you mutter, quickly grabbing your things and slipping on your shoes. “I have to go.”

Seungmin swallows down the bitter disappointment that suddenly wells up in his throat. You’ve both been busy recently, and this is the first time you’ve managed to meet up in a while. He sighs and nods. “Be careful, okay?”

You sigh, glaring at him. “I’ll be fine. Stop fussing.”

And then you’re out the door and gone and Seungmin finds himself alone in his apartment. Again.

iv.

Falling in love with you had been an entirely unintentional affair.

Unlike most, Seungmin remembers exactly when he fell. It had been on a Saturday morning, when you had insisted on going ice-skating with him and a few others. Seungmin, who had always hated ice-skating, agreed to go just because everyone else was going and he’d feel bored if he stayed all by himself.

After slipping and sliding all over the ice rink for maybe 15 minutes straight, Seungmin promptly gave up and seated himself on the bleachers, content to watch the rest of the group skate. He remembered watching you and Jisung skating together, Jisung’s legs stuck together anime-style as he tried his best to keep his balance. You had wrapped an arm around his waist when he tripped and fell, tipping your head back in a laugh when Jisung let out a yelp of dismay.

Seungmin remembers the exact moment. He had taken you in then, cheeks red from the cold of the rink, face frozen in mid-laugh, surrounded in all that ice, and had vaguely registered the fact that you were beautiful. And that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life by your side.

It was all downhill from there. All of a sudden, it was difficult to breathe whenever you came within a certain proximity. Maintaining eye contact with you became a terribly strenuous ordeal. Seungmin found himself stealing glances at you whenever you weren’t looking, small glimpses of your side profile or of the stray strand of hair that always fell into your eyes.

Seungmin would have given anything to have things back to how they were before. Anything to release the tightness that bubbled up in his lungs at the sight of you, to relieve this awkward one-sided tension between the two of you.

But it is much too late now, he knows. So he will put up with these stolen glances and small moments of tenderness and tell himself that it is enough. That it has to be.

The next thunderstorm hits a few weeks later. Seungmin watches from the windowsill as the sky rips apart, lightning tearing through the dark clouds, thunder rumbling in the distance, and wonders if you’ll show up at his doorstep in the middle of the night for the second time.

He doesn’t allow himself to hope. But he finds himself staying up anyway, arranging two mugs of tea on the coffee table even as he tells himself that this is ridiculous.

But sure enough, just when he’s about to crawl into bed and give up, he hears a knock by his door. He can barely stifle the smile that threatens to spread across his face as he opens the door to see you shivering on his doormat, eyes wide with fright.

Wordlessly, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs you inside. You duck your head, almost ashamed, as you allow him to guide you to the couch.

When you’ve settled yourself into a corner of the couch, legs tucked underneath you, your eyes light upon the two mugs of tea sitting on the coffee table. A slow smile spreads across your face, eyes glinting mischievously as you blink up at Seungmin, saccharine sweet.

“Were you waiting for me, Seungminnie?”

“Don’t call me that,” Seungmin snaps, ears reddening.

You coo, wrapping your fingers around one of the mugs of tea. “How thoughtful of you. It’s green tea too, my favorite.”

“Only because I accidentally bought two jumbo packs of green teabags at Lotte Mart,” Seungmin retorts.

You grin, opening your mouth to reply, when a loud thunderclap sounds. Tensing automatically at the sound, tea slops out of the mug and splatters over your lap. Seungmin frowns, taking a step towards you, but you quickly recover, setting the mug down on the table and letting out a shaky laugh.

You meet his eyes, and although Seungmin is tempted to ask if you’re okay for the millionth time, something in your eyes tells him to allow you to have this, this small moment of obscurity. You’ve never been one to ask for things, too scared of the vulnerability that entails, never been one to depend on others, but Seungmin meets your eyes and realizes that you desperately need this— for him to pretend to see nothing when he has seen everything.

So instead of asking if you’re okay, he clears his throat. “Do you want to watch a show or something like that?”

You let out a barely audible sigh of relief, head hanging low in a mixture of shame and gratitude. Seungmin wonders when he learned to read you so well. Maybe it’s just a side effect of being in love with you for five years by now.

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He comes to sit by you on the couch, logging into his Netflix account to click on the first k-drama that comes into view. And when you inch closer to him as the thunder roars overhead, leaning into his shoulder, Seungmin tells himself that this is just a friendly gesture. Platonic enough that it shouldn’t send his heart racing, pulse skipping a beat as your shoulder meets the firm resistance of his own.

That he shouldn’t get his hopes up when nothing ever existed in the space between the two of you in the first place.

vi.

Like this, life falls into a comfortable rhythm.

Seungmin starts regularly checking on the weather forecast (for research purposes only, he tells himself), grinning to himself whenever a storm prediction comes up on his phone. On the days when this does happen, he will get back home early to prepare two mugs of green tea, sitting by the windowsill to wait until he hears a familiar knock by his door.

Then he’ll open the door to see you standing on the doormat, arms crossed over your chest expectantly, and feign annoyance, as if his day isn’t made infinitely better whenever you decide to stop by to hide from all the thunder. You’ll leave the next morning, so Seungmin learns to make the most of the time you spend together.

It’s weird, but it almost feels like the two of you are running on borrowed time. There is a terrible sense of fugitivity that fills his chest whenever the two of you meet, and he can’t help but feel afraid for what the future might bring.

“Yah, Kim Seungmin,” you say one day, when the thunder is especially terrible and you can’t seem to keep yourself from trembling. “Sing something for me.”

Seungmin feels his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat. You are the first one to ever ask him to sing; the feeling that fills the cavity of his chest at your words is entirely new to him.

“Are you sure?”

You snort. “Why, are you that terrible? I want to hear you sing.”

So Seungmin brings out his guitar from its case and sings some love song he learned a few months ago. It’s cheesy more than anything else, and Seungmin stumbles over some of the words when a sudden sensation of embarrassment washes over him, but he catches sight of your contented eyes in the middle of the song, the way your hands have unfurled from tense fists, and knows that this was a decision that was very much worth it.

He would never say it out loud, he knows, but he would give the world to see you happy, even if it means embarrassing himself to the core.

A long silence settles into the room when he finishes strumming the last chord, before you clear your throat. “So you’re not too bad after all.”

“You can just say that you’re impressed,” Seungmin grins. “You don’t have to act all aloof about it.”

You wrap your hands around your mug of tea to sip at it impassively, glaring at him over the rim of the cup. “Don’t get too puffed up about it. Since when did you develop such a massive ego?”

Seungmin shrugs. He’s used to your insults by now, the hard exteriors you put up. He likes you too much to let them get to him. The nights you have spent together have done nothing but prove to him that he is undeniably in love with you, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it all.

He finds himself missing you during the hours of the day that you’re not around, his mind unconsciously flitting to you during college lectures until the professor reprimands him in class, telling him to focus and to stop daydreaming.

He even drives you to McDonalds one night, when the shivering and shaking gets especially bad. The two of you share a packet of fries in the rain, thunder roaring overhead, fingers greasy from the fries, shoulders overlapping as you bend over the table, and Seungmin wonders how life could be so perfect in its fragments.

Seungmin tells you of college and how Minho accidentally dropped a dead frog on his lap while attempting to dissect it and the new songs he’s been learning on the guitar, and you listen, really listen, laughing at all the right places and interjecting whenever you think necessary with dry comments that never fail to make Seungmin grin.

Seungmin especially remembers one night, when neither of you could fall asleep and the thunder was especially loud, when you tiptoed into his room to sit next to him on the bed.

“Can’t sleep?” Seungmin had mumbled, turning to glance at you. You nod wordlessly, fingers playing with the hem of his blanket.

Then Seungmin had made some half-assed joke that wasn’t particularly funny but you had burst out laughing, maybe sheerly from the sleep-deprivation, and Seungmin had echoed your laughter a few seconds later.

Seungmin will keep this memory of laughter and thunder for years to come, he knows.

vii.

It’s almost a year later when he gets the news.

Seungmin knows he should be happy when he gets accepted into the hospital internship, he really does. After so many years of pre-med, it’s like a dream come true. But all he can do is stare at the hospital address in disbelief and shock.

Ulsan University Hospital, the address reads. A good 300 kilometers away from Seoul, away from you. And Seungmin knows that he should be grateful, because there are thousands of students who would have given their blood for a chance at this internship, but all he can think about is how you’ll be left all alone here in Seoul, without Seungmin to let you into his apartment at 2 am whenever there’s a thunderstorm.

Seungmin doesn’t know what to say when he meets with you a few hours later at a café. Instead, he stirs distractedly at his iced latte, purposely avoiding your gaze.

He’s about to put in his 5th packet of sweetener when you reach out a hand to stop him, glaring. “Are you trying to get diabetes?”

Seungmin sighs, and your gaze softens. Clearing your throat, you lean forward to peer at him. “So. What did you bring me here to talk about?”

A long silence. Finally, when Seungmin cannot bear the tension anymore—

“I got accepted as an intern at Ulsan University Hospital,” he blurts out, the words coming out of his mouth in a slippery string.

For a moment, you are so shocked that you can hardly even bother hiding the flurry of emotions within your eyes. Seungmin watches as the shock dissolves into regret and then a feigned happiness. You smile, although it looks slightly strained. “Congratulations, Seungmin. You’ve always wanted to get into an internship.”

Seungmin winces at the forced lightheartedness of your tone, opening his mouth to speak. But you push on insistently.

“I know you’ve worked really hard for this,” you say loudly, refusing to meet his eyes, to see the pity welling up within his irises. “So I’m glad all the hard work paid off. You always were a hard worker.”

“I—”

“I guess the nights of studying all paid off, didn’t they?” You’re just saying whatever comes to mind at this point, anything to keep Seungmin from talking. “I’m sure Ulsan will treat you well. I heard the street food there is to die for. And—”

“I’m thinking of not going,” Seungmin cuts in hastily, before you can bother saying anything else.

You go silent. Seungmin sighs, massaging at his temples.

“Why?” you demand. “Why do this? You’ve been wanting to get accepted into an internship for years now.”

“Because I don’t want to leave you here,” Seungmin says. “Because Ulsan is hours away and you know, it’d be really terrible if you were all alone during a thunderstorm. And because I like you a lot, okay? I don’t want you to be left alone without anyone to watch out for you in Seoul while I’m all the way in Ulsan.”

For a moment, you are dead silent. Finally, when you speak up, your voice is stretched thin.

“Let me get this straight, Kim Seungmin,” you say. “You would rather give up what you’ve been working your whole fucking life for just because you don’t want to leave me here in Seoul? Because what, you think I need someone to take care of me? You think I can’t take care of myself well enough— that I need some fucking babysitter to keep an eye on me at all times?”

“I never said that,” Seungmin says, voice hard.

“Sure, you didn’t say so,” you scoff. “But you don’t have to say it out loud for me to understand. What do I need to do for you to understand, Kim Seungmin? I’m not made of glass. I don’t need someone to follow me around just so that I don’t fall apart. I’m fine. I’ve always been fine.”

Seungmin feels the anger bubbling within him, seething and simmering deep within his stomach until it surges out of his throat.

“God, why can’t you just admit that you’re scared?” he snaps. “Is it that fucking hard to just say that you need help sometimes, that you don’t need to do everything by yourself?”

He watches as you balk, hurt clouding your eyes. He should stop, he knows. But now that he’s said it, he can’t seem to stop.

“You act like you’re so independent, like you don’t ever need anyone else. But you know what? I think you actually do need others. I think that you always have, but are too scared to say it. So instead, you push them away and pretend that you don’t need help. Because that’s how you’ve always been, haven’t you? Scared. But too afraid to admit it.”

“Shut up,” you say quietly. “Shut up.”

But Seungmin doesn’t.

“Why can’t you just let me do it for you sometimes?” he demands. “Is it so hard to admit that you’re scared? That you need help sometimes? Instead, you put on these petty fucking airs and push me away for the sake of your pride, as if I haven’t seen everything already. As if I wasn’t there all the times you fell apart and pieced yourself back together again.”

You are silent, your eyes dark pools of liquid as you gaze at him unflinchingly. Your shoulders are shaking, but besides that, everything within you is still.

Seungmin lets out a long exhale, eyes weary as he takes you in.

“Why can’t you just let me love you?”

The words are impossibly soft as they slip out of his lips. For a moment, you freeze, completely silent. There is a long pause where the two of you stare at each other from across the café table, until you abruptly stand up and grab your things, hurriedly rushing out of the café. Seungmin calls your name once, half-heartedly, but you don’t turn around.

He watches as you run out into the rain, water gathering in beads on your skin as rain drizzles overhead. Seungmin watches as you turn back to look at him once more, eyes unreadable in the slough of the rain, before you turn away from him.

The dividing of two stars, Seungmin thinks. Two constellations who met by mistake, and fragmented with a single whisper of a question.

viii.

When the next thunderstorm comes, you don’t show up by his door.

Seungmin tells himself that this is what to be expected. You hadn’t contacted him since the day at the café, and Seungmin is too afraid of what you’ll say if he bothers contacting you himself.

He mills about in his apartment as the thunderclaps sound outside, trying his best to divert his mind from you. He even goes as far as to put his headphones in, turning up his Spotify playlist so loud that he can hardly even hear the thunder anymore.

It’s no use.

Eventually, when he can’t bear it any longer, he hastily slips on his sneakers and rushes out of his apartment, hurrying towards your apartment. It’s only a few blocks away, but Seungmin is completely soaked to the bone by the time he steps into the apartment block. Shivering, he runs a hand through his slick hair and hurries up the stairs to your apartment.

When he gets there, your apartment door is opened ajar. This is the first red flag. You might be a terribly impulsive and stubborn person, but you always have been cautious about your safety. Hesitantly, Seungmin pushes the door aside and steps in, calling out your name.

You’re curled up in a ball on the couch, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Whatever lingering anger within Seungmin’s chest melts at the sight of you as he quickly kicks off his shoes to come to stand before your shaking frame.

Your name tumbles out of his lips in a choked murmur.

At the sound of your name, you look up, a mixture of relief and anger flooding into your eyes at the sight of Seungmin. Your cheeks are wet from tears, and Seungmin wonders why it took him so long to finally work up the guts to come.

“Seungmin,” you whisper, voice impossibly small. And then you’re lunging forward to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest, and all Seungmin can do is hold you close, stroking the spine of your back with his fingertips.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he whispers into your hair. You sigh, still trembling, and Seungmin takes it as a gesture that he is forgiven.

“Sorry about all the things I said,” you say into his chest. “It wasn’t wrong of you to worry about me.”

Seungmin says nothing, wrapping his arms tighter around your frame. When the shaking finally stops, Seungmin pulls back to look at you.

“I meant what I said that day, you know,” he says, almost urgently, as if pleading for you to understand. “I know we just made up and shit but I can’t just let things go on like this.”

You are quiet, eyes searching his own as you tip your head forward— a silent gesture for him to continue.

Seungmin runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Because you always put up all these walls, you know? And I know you’re terrified of feeling vulnerable; I know you hate asking things of me because you’d rather do it by yourself.”

A heavy silence fills the room. Seungmin lets out a long exhale of a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

“But fuck, it’s so hard sometimes, because all I want to do is be there for you.”

The moment the words leave Seungmin’s lips, it strikes him with how true they are. Something within your eyes gives in and collapses, and when you turn to look at him, eyes shining, Seungmin sees you, really sees you, for the first time in forever.

And then you’re tugging him down next to you on the couch, lips finding his own, pupils blown-wide as you pull him flush against yourself. And it’s all Seungmin can do to keep from grinning right into the kiss, because he’s imagined this scene for years now, imagined how perfect you would feel against him, imagined the flush of your cheeks and the softness of your lips, and yet nothing could have ever prepared him for the real thing.

You pull back after a few minutes, breathless, reaching out a hand to cup Seungmin’s cheek, headbutting into his cheekbone in an almost catlike gesture. “You should have told me earlier,” you breathe, touching your lips to his jaw.

“Or maybe you should have just made the first move,” he retorts.

You laugh, hugging him closer, and Seungmin laughs too, at the sheer absurdity of the situation, at the fact that he finally kissed you after fantasizing about it for years by now.

“You really should take the internship, you know,” you say after a while. Seungmin sighs, and you laugh. “I’ll be okay, promise. Besides, I’ll call you all the time whenever I need you. And you can come and visit on the weekends.”

Leaning forward, you press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Seungmin thinks about the nights you have spent together, the mistakes both of you have made on the way, the way the constellations fragmented and came together again just for this moment to happen, and holds you closer.

“We’ll figure something out,” he says out loud.

And he finds that he believes it— desperately, fiercely.

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hello again i hope you’re doing well✨✨✨✨ today my request is one-shot with kanata where he and reader are very close but still haven’t confessed yet. let’s say nayuta left to play with shiki and others so kanata asks reader to stay and cuddle with him to sleep since he doesn’t wanna sleep alone. ofc he does it in the most tsundere way possible🥰 just imagine them being so close to someone they like for the first time and how flustering it is💖 also nayuta definitely left them alone on purpose🫢

Writer's corner: Okay... this is definitely the cutest idea I've ever read actually! It'd be so incredibly sweet!! Hope you like the result!! I'll make it gn!, hope it's fine! Also thank you! I'm actually doing very well, hope you're too!! If you do not like this one-shot, please let me know and ask for something else so I can write another one for you! Enjoy~

Warnings: cuddle and adorable stuff~

⋆"𝒞-𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒..?"⋆ (gn!reader)

"I'm going to take care of it while you're working on the new track, Kanata!"

This is what the tsundere rapper heard while he was scribbling on his notebook, thinking about some new lyrics for Cozmez's new song. Nayuta was relaxing on the sofa, checking on both their Twitter accounts. Kanata stopped writing when he heard that sentence from you.

He had known you for a long time and you had always shown yourself as a caring and such a good person...

Why?

Kanata didn't say anything in response, but saw you approaching those few kitchen equipments both Yatonokami brothers had managed to get and starting cooking something for lunch.

The tsundere-rapper's mind immediately got full of thoughts.. He couldn't really focus working on the new track if he still could see your figure moving and cooking with agility, like you were such a kind of chef. You sometimes turned your face towards Nayuta, checking if he was doing fine, and then to look at Kanata, who was staring at you with his usual expression. You smiled. He gasped in a few seconds. That light in your eyes... That will of living, that kindness, that gentleness of yours.. Every kind of characteristics, Each of your features... He loved them all...

Wait... Love?

Was that the sentiment he had always thought as a nonexistent one?

Was that really....

Love?

Kanata's thoughts were stopped by Nayuta, who had approached him. His pale complexion still there behind that colourful and kinda oversized jacket of his. Nayuta had understood what his brother was going through. He had understood that his brother was in love. Contrary to how they had written in that song, love has always existed for them.. Maybe at first it wasn't romantically.. but both brothers have always loved each other! I mean.. If love hadn't existed, then they would have ignored each other; Kanata would have cared about himself, not caring about Nayuta; the same would have gone for Nayuta. But no! ... They were there.

And romantic love... well...

It was there, in front of Kanata's eyes.

"Kanata.. I'm going to hang out with Shiki after lunch.", Nayuta simply said, kinda smiling, 'cause his true intention was to leave those two alone.

The tsundere rapper looked at his brother and just nodded. He knew Shiki was Nayuta's friend so, alright.. Actually he had programmed to still work with his brother, maybe on their new costumes, but.. if he had to hang out, then Kanata thought he could have rested a little bit.

"Lunch is ready!!"

Your voice happily announced as both Yatonokami brothers reached you, sitting in front of their dishes. Nayuta smiled smelling that delicious food you had prepared only for them. He immediately started eating with a cute and satisfied expression on his face (AW). Kanata, on the other hand, simply looked at his brother's reaction first and then broke into a soft smile. It must have been good, as always! He started eating too, while you were just cleaning some pots you had used to cook. Both those brothers gave your back a gaze and then looked at each other. You were singing softly while cleaning.

"Y/n... uhm... why aren't you eating with us today?", Nayuta asked. Then you turned to face those two boys, still smiling.

"Unluckily I came here only to cook for you both. I have a meeting in two hours and... yeah.. I'm not hungry.."

Kanata could feel that anxiety you got. Probably that meeting was quite important and, as always, you were overthinking about that and, perhaps, even trying to convince yourself that it'd have been great! It was you, after all. Kanata knew you so well.. He knows you so well.. He knows that you're always trying to do your best in everything... That you're always putting your best in everything! And, yeah.. he's proud of you. Maybe, though, he had never told you in words. He had never showed you. He had never demonstrated it to you.

It was the moment.

It was the moment to finally tell you he loved you.

"Uh.. I've just realised I haven't told you yet, y/n.. But after lunch I'm going out with Shiki.", Nayuta said suddenly, remembering about that meeting with his friend. You had finished cleaning those pots, as you sat facing both those brothers. Too bad you had to go, then! You didn't want to leave Kanata alone, though! Well... He's always been able to care about himself, no?

As said, after lunch, Nayuta brought his own plate into the kitchen sink. He had really loved your cooking! After that, he wore his own jacket and a small scarf, 'cause outside it was cold, and went out smirking. He had been quite sly, eh?

"Are you working on the new song even this afternoon, Kanata?", you asked while you were wearing your coat and your scarf. You turned to face Kanata, who was still sitting in front of his plate. He had eaten everything. Kanata stood up and reached you, keeping his head down, maybe because he wanted to hide his emotions. It could sound stupid, but he was kinda embarrassed of them.

Suddenly he held your coat's sleeve, head still down.

"Kanata?... What's worng?..", you asked, gasping. You had never seen him behaving that way. What was the matter? Why was he holding your sleeve? Was he sick? After some seconds of silence, he whispered something you didn't manage to hear well. You kinda approached him more, only to hear what he was trying to say.

"I want to sleep but... not alone... can you...-"

You opened your eyes wide. Was he...

Was he really asking you to help him to sleep?

You didn't say anything but took off that coat and that scarf of yours and gently nodded, smiling brightly. Kanata, on the other hand, blushed but turned his face towards the kitchen, which was behind him, only to cover his cheeks coloured in red.

Then there were you, lying on the sofa. Kanata's head was lying agaist your chest and you were kinda playing with his hair, caressing it. Your soft gaze was like glued on him. You loved him, and you had always known it. His arms were wrapped around your figure in a strange way. It was like he didn't want to let you go..

..like he didn't want to lose you.

"You have...uhm.. You must go?...", he asked while you were still playing with his shoulder-length hair. You realised.

The meeting!!

You tried to stand up, realising you were late, but Kanata held you in that sort of embrace, kinda snuggling and rubbing his left cheek onto your chest.

"No- ... uhm.."

You smiled softly, your heart beating faster than how it already was.

"𝒞-𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒..?"

You smiled.

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