#the selfshipping brain rot is back

[miranita]

back with some old trikey/oc sketches from last year

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[ethereal-moonglitter]

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Down, boy!

A Dazai and Chuuya (separate) x Fem! reader

Author's note: I hit the idea from @hidden-oracle ! Ori and I were brain rotting about our selfship and she sent me a picture of that viral "Down boy!" image so here we are <3

One might assume he holds all the power—that he is the master. That his lover is wrapped around his little finger, hanging onto his every word, ready to obey without question. His charm is unmatched, he has had people on their knees. He had people begging for a smidge of his attention. After all, his strength is legendary, his presence commands both fear and awe. He stands unrivaled, untamed. How could someone like him ever be conquered?

The very thought is absurd. It’s impossible! A man so terrifying, so ruthless as him. And yet…

Yet that is far from the truth. The power does not rest in his hands but in hers. His lovely queen, the only one who can bring him to his knees with nothing more than a glance, a whispered word. The world may see a monster, feared and revered, but in her presence, he is something else entirely. A man so devoted, eager, so hers. And oh, how he loves to follow her every whim, to give himself over to the only one who could ever truly own him.

➤ Dazai Osamu

Old habits are hard to forget.

Violence is in his being as much as blood is. It’s a part of who Dazai Osamu is, of who he has become. It’s what he is known for. He didn’t become the youngest executive for nothing. Death follows him everywhere, a lingering shadow he can never quite escape. Even now, as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, his body still remembers the rhythm of battle, the instinct to strike first, to eliminate threats without hesitation. The path of bloodshed he once walked is not so easily left behind.

Sometimes, that past claws its way to the surface, unbidden, leading to moments of discomfort. The awkward pauses when his reactions are just a little too sharp, a little too lethal. Even when the agency is forced to collaborate with the Port Mafia? The ghosts of his old life press in even closer. Because no matter how much he tries to change, one truth remains. The darkness never really leaves him.

Especially now, with his beautiful girlfriend watching. He shouldn’t slack off, not when her gaze was on him, sharp and expectant. He could feel it, burning into him like a silent challenge, urging him to put on a show. And really, how could he deny her that? He glanced at her briefly, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. Just a little distraction, nothing more. But his opponent was quick, seizing the opportunity.

The strike came fast. The stranger was using a knife. It was efficient, practiced, lethal, aimed in between for his ribs, pircing the lung. The strike would've left anyone gasping for air. But to Dazai, it might as well have been moving in slow motion. His body reacted before his mind even needed to register the danger. With an effortless shift of his weight, he sidestepped, letting the attack slice through empty space as though he had never been there at all. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the moment as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“Tsk, tsk,” he mused, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Taking advantage of a distracted man? How cruel.”

The enemy grew restless, fists tightening before launching another attack—this time a punch, wild and desperate. But alas, Dazai was faster. A smirk played at the brunette’s lips as he leaned back just enough for the strike to miss.

“Is that all? Really?” His voice was light, almost disappointed. “I was hoping for a bit of a challenge, you know.”

His opponent barely had time to react before he moved. Dazai was quick, precise, with no wasted effort. Fingers found a wrist mid-strike, twisting just enough to throw them off balance. Then, with a well-placed tug, Dazai sent them stumbling forward, effortlessly turning their own momentum against them. Dazai leaned in, his grip deceptively gentle as he murmured,

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you? I have to impress my girl, and you’re making this too easy.”

His tone was teasing, playful even, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—betrayed the truth. He was in control. He always was.

The opponent gritted their teeth, desperation creeping into their movements as they struggled to break free. But Dazai had already seen it coming. With a subtle shift, he applied just the right amount of pressure, forcing them to adjust their stance. And in that instant, his foot swept out in a fluid, effortless motion, delivering a precise kick to the back of their knee.

They collapsed forward, crashing onto the cold, unforgiving floor before they could even process what had happened.

“Oops,” Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a mock look of sympathy. “Looks like you’re a little off balance there, bud.”

The enemy’s fingers twitched, scrambling for a hidden blade—a last, desperate attempt to turn the tide. With a sharp, reckless jerk, they thrust it toward Dazai’s hand, aiming to cripple him with the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal.

But Dazai had already anticipated it. He was always five steps ahead.

Before the blade could even graze his skin, he withdrew his hand with infuriating ease, as if he had simply grown bored of the fight altogether. The failed strike carried too much momentum, and the knife plunged deep into their own shoulder. A sharp, agonized yelp tore from their lips.

“Too slow,” Dazai mused, his voice dripping with amusement.

In one fluid motion, he plucked the blade from their trembling grip, twirling it between his fingers as if testing its weight. Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he pressed the cold steel against their throat, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

His opponent froze, breath hitching. The fight was already over. They both knew it.

Hidden in the shadows, she watched with intent. She had seen this side of him before, the effortless way he danced between mischief and menace, predator and charmer. But she also knew what he was thinking. She couldn’t let him kill the suspect, especially not with the rest of the agency watching. They also needed the suspect to find out where the missing children were.

Stepping forward, her voice rang out: “Down, boy.”

Dazai’s smirk widened at the sound of her footsteps. The sound effortlessly drawing his focus away from the trembling fool beneath his blade.

His grip on the knife neither tightened nor loosened, just lingered, as if savoring the moment. Weighing his options. But in the end, he knew that he could never disobey his lovely queen.

"Woof~!"

Her soft laughter sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Being so obedient today, Samu," she mused, stepping closer.

"Only because you asked so nicely, bella," he teased, voice low and honeyed.

With a dramatic sigh, he shifted to the side, giving her space as she moved in. He knew exactly what was coming, and as always, he was happy to let her take the lead. With practiced ease, she reached down, securing the suspect in handcuffs, her touch firm.

Dazai watched her work, his smirk never fading. Oh, how he adored her like this. Unable to resist, his fingers slipped toward her thigh, grazing her soft skin, savoring the warmth beneath his touch. The moment was too perfect to ignore. But as much as she enjoyed his touch, now was not the time. She shot him a warning glare, sharp and precise. “Hands off, we’re working, Samu,”

Dazai chuckled, tilting his head with a lazy grin. "You know, I just can’t help myself~" he mused, his voice playful. "Seeing you take charge like that? Ah~ it’s almost too much….. so breathtakingly alluring. My love, how do you expect me to behave when you’re this irresistible?"

Chuuya's under the cut!

➤ Chuuya Nakahara

Being a Port Mafia executive was a hell of a lot more work than anyone gave it credit for.

Paperwork stacked up like a mountain, mission after mission piling on top of each other. It was exhausting, monotonous, and downright boring. Honestly, Chuuya Nakahara would rather be doing anything else—like lounging around with his girlfriend, enjoying some peace and quiet.

But noooooo, here they were, stuck helping the damn Armed Detective Agency track down lost kids. Lost kids. Of all the things they could be doing, this was the one that required his attention? And of course, Dazai had to be involved! Making everything ten times more ridiculous than it needed to be.

Can they be any more useless? Dazai especially.

The two of them were walking into the abandoned warehouse that the Agency told them to go to. The creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the eerie silence. The air was thick with dust, the scent of rust and mildew hanging in the air. The dim light filtering through cracked windows did little to reveal what was hidden in the shadows. What the hell were they even looking for here?

"Stay close," Chuuya muttered, his eyes scanning the dim, dusty warehouse for any sign of movement. The Agency had given them little to go on—just that it was urgent. Typical. They were useless anyway, they just had to pull the Port Mafia into it

Without thinking, he reached for her wrist, his fingers closing around it. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it might have seemed rough, the grip firm and commanding. But to her, the way his thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her wrist spoke volumes. It was possessive, protective, yet tender, a silent promise that no matter what happened next, he wouldn’t let anything touch her.

A shift in the shadows caught his attention, and without hesitation, he pushed his girlfriend back gently, positioning himself between her and the potential threat. He wasn’t going to risk her getting hurt—especially not over something as stupid as a damn undercover mission.

The figure stepped into the light, a sneer playing at the corners of their lips, revealing the glint of a weapon in their hand. The stranger clearly didn’t want them here. They said nothing, just waiting for the two fo them to make their move.

"Great," Chuuya muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Just what I needed today."

He didn’t wait for the enemy to make a move. In one blink fo an eye, his ability, Upon the Tainted Sorrow or gravity-manipulation, swirling to life around him. The air grew heavy as the room seemed to constrict, pulling the very weight of the enemy toward him.

"Stay out of this, okay?" Chuuya added, voice low and sharp as he glanced back at his lover. "I’ll handle it."

She didn’t mind taking a step back. As much as she loves the action, it was nice having to relax. She knew that Chuuya won’t let her join anyway. She made sure she was a good ways away but she kept her guard up incase anything happens.

The enemy hesitated for a moment, clearly underestimating the red head. It was the last mistake they’d ever make. Chuuya grinned, the thrill of the fight lighting up his veins.

The two were in a stale mate, just staring, sizing each other up. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed as his fingers flexed, already manipulating the gravity around him. His opponent, a tall figure cloaked in shadow, sneered back, their hands glowing with an ethereal energy as they conjured a shimmering shield around themselves.

"You're in my world now," Chuuya muttered, his voice low and menacing as the power surged around him, his signature gravity manipulation pulsing through the air. A dangerous glint sparkled in his eyes, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as he prepared to strike. Chuuya lunged forward, floating using his ability. He then quickly switched, increasing his gravity, as he went in for a punch.

His opponent smirked, raising their arms as a translucent barrier appeared between them and Chuuya. The shield shimmered like glass, catching the light as it expanded, blocking Chuuya's punch but Chuuya wasn’t deterred.

He swung his hand sharply to the side, still using increased gravity to harden his punches. The air around them thickened, the ground beneath the enemy’s feet warping, pushing down on them with crushing force. The opponent’s shield flickered and bent as the pressure mounted, but they quickly raised their arms higher, creating another layer of defense.

Chuuya grinned, his confidence never wavering. "You really think that’ll save you?"

With a snap of his fingers, the gravity around the opponent spiked, sending them hurtling toward the ceiling. The shield cracked under the immense pressure, but it held for just a moment longer—long enough for Chuuya to close the distance. He dashed forward, his movements fast and fluid, and with a swift kick, he launched himself into the air, using the distorted gravity to propel him upward. His opponent’s shield flared as they desperately pushed back against the gravity, trying to maintain their defense. But Chuuya was faster.

He grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and twisted the gravity around it. The shield bent under the pressure, splintering like brittle glass. In that same instant, he shot a surge of gravity downward, slamming his opponent to the ground with a bone-shaking thud. The opponent struggled to get up, their shield flickering, weakened but not entirely destroyed. "You’re resilient, I’ll give you that," Chuuya taunted, landing gracefully beside them. "But you ain’t beating me,”

With another snap of his fingers, the gravity reversed, yanking his opponent’s body into the air. They gasped, arms flailing, struggling to summon another shield. But Chuuya wasn’t about to give them the time. He snapped his fingers again, and the gravity came crashing down, sending his opponent slamming to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Chuuya grinned darkly as he increased the gravity around his opponent, forcing them to their knees. "How about we end this, yeah? Can’t keep my girl waiting." His voice dripped with impatience, the power swirling around him as he prepared to finish it.

After all, when you’re an executive for the Port Mafia, mercy isn’t exactly on the menu.

“Down, boy!”

Chuuya’s gaze snapped away from the kneeling man, irritation flaring as he turned to face his lover. He blinked a few times, trying to process what the hell she just said. “What the hell did you say to me?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

She met his gaze, her expression unwavering. “Did I stutter?”

The silence between them stretched for a moment as Chuuya stood there, eyeing her with a mix of frustration and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, his tone reluctantly submissive.

“That's What I thought.”

“You're annoying,” He scoffed. Which caused her to laugh. “You love me though.”

[imbibitorz]

IN MODERATION.ᐟ.ᐟ

honestly, what the fuck guys﹒﹒﹒

TAGS: twitch!discord!au, coffeeshop!au in the background; social media-ish au?; streamer!march, chat mods!reader, caelus, dan heng; terrible coping mechanisms and overall issues; somewhat brainrotting language in some places; fluff, crack, slight angst, probably smut, caelus and dan heng are into each other too; stelle and firefly cameos, stelle and firefly are together; pining, miscommunication, friends to ‘coworkers’ to roommates to lovers, it’s chaotic as FUCK, NOT IN ORDER

SUMMARY:

with march suddenly going viral, she obviously needs people on her streams and in her community to keep it safe and calm. that’s how you, alongside your two friends, ended up as the trusted guardian of peace in march’s internet community. it seems like a heavy responsibility… but in reality, you three do all except that. busy in the chaos three roommates can create, you try, you really try to be there for march and be a good friend as well as her team’s member… but how can you focus when caelus shows up like a lost puppy, dan heng appears out of nowhere, both trying so hard to hold back their feelings?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: holy moly fam﹒﹒﹒so this will be CHAOTIC AS F U C K and then some but I couldn't bear the idea rotting my brain so I had to let it out here. and yes, this is self-indulgent, yes it is an au to my selfship and no, i don't care if you like it or not; I'm (trying) to write it for myself because as i stated above, i want to let this idea out. and idk exactly why im explaining all of this but eh﹒﹒﹒ enjoy tho? and reblog if you liked this chaos

││CHAPTERS:

𝟎﹒PROFILES .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝟏﹒[TBA]

[sp4rkzzy]

Sighs

FINE I'll make a post revealing him bc. He's brain rotting

Moon Morningstar.. cus. Yes. I had to used one of my names due to not finding a good one

Some gacha life 2 reference, along with old school doodles if him. (2nd one was a ship doodle. He's wearing vox's fit. 3rd one is a demon form idea, 4 is also.. kinda that. But just a rushed doodle. I don't like 4 that much..)

Uhh anyways. Yeah he has lore cus.. he wasn't originally a selfship OC but.

Not a lot there ofc but.. was silly :3

C/P from a message;

Back when his parents split, he insisted on staying with Lucifer so him and Lilith never got close

He ended up having his dad take him to different parts of hell, meeting the deadly sins

And then Ozzie gifted Fizz a asmodeus crystal n shit

So basically for a good while. Like 7 years. He traveled around hell himself and the human world

Than after the finale, Lilith had Lute approach him and force him to stay at the hotel, and spy for em (a deal)

So he did.. and bros struggling with this deal and trying not to hurt his sister 🗣️🗣️

Uh. Sometime during his stay, he found out about the vees from Angel and Husk, and forced Angel to take em to the studio..

Moon tried to fight Valentino, but ended up just getting to know the other two vees

And. Boom crush on Vox

[softtransbf]

after a whole bunch of time not posting much, i'm back and will be more active!

shout-out to trent for rotting my brain so much i got over whatever block i had about selfshipping and can feel good about it again ^_^

[impassioned-ships]

Free infodump card for your current main F/O! Scream as long as you wish about them and your selfship with them!! :D(I'm trying to help you feel better, sorry if it's not much-)

Due to him being the only thing in my brain right now I will talk about M.aul. Every infodump i have about him is tragic because he's L.ucasfilms Favorite Punching Bag

Okay so today it just really sank in that M.aul's body has like. So many things wrong. After he was chopped in half he basically lived in garbage without a proper digestive system left alone to process Coming Back Wrong and probably also the years of abuse as a child. Really dark stuff. For some reason it took them 12 years to get him back. Rude. So due to having cyborg legs its only really theorized whats wrong with him. I dont think he digests properly. I dont think he sleeps well. The dark side rotted his teeth. Et cetera. Hes a mess. My guess is that the dark side is the only thing that keeps him as spry as he seems. And at the same time its leading to his own undoing.

Zed has their own health issues as well(lets face it not as bad as his) but they also have their own little remedies and fixes and ways of dealing with shit. M.aul would just tough it out. Eventually they end up just taking care of each other. After the events of c.lone w.ars they reunite with him but are very worn and sick in the process also that leads them to crash land ANYWAY, M.aul takes care of them. He only really let himself be as attached as he is because they somehow havent gotten killed yet. After they start to feel better it really sinks in how worn out he is. They help him feel...less bad. They're the only one he'll let touch him anyway.

Also fun facts, M.auls species is a Z.abrak, and they have two hearts. If I'm correct its so that there'll be a backup if one stops working. So if I'm correct about THAT i theorize that only one of M.auls hearts is working due to being sliced and diced and diseased for over a decade. That wasnt fun. ANYWAY Z.abraks are carnivores. As far as I know thats the only fact about M.aul thats completely neutral and not tragic.

Have a meme that applies

[shirogane-oushirou]

1, 2, and 7!! :3

hello niiiiick! 🥰💕 thanks so much for the ask~!! i hope you've had a wonderful anniversary today!!!! seeing all of your older art for the first time has been such a blast 💕💕💕

1. have you gained any new F/Os this year?

ren my best friend ren!!!!! i'd list any new fandom-related f/os here but... tbch, i haven't played or read much of anything this year ;;;; also ren has had a stranglehold on my brain ever since he showed up at the start of may, so i doubt anyone new could have broken through that... hell, even the one other f/o i added is just an AU version of ren kjsdnfnkj.

2. if you did add any new F/Os to your list this year, was there someone who you absolutely didn't expect would end up becoming an F/O? if so, did it take you a long time to realize you like them, or did they take your heart by storm?

went to sleep one night thinking about [][][][]ing mars, woke up maybe 4hrs later, half-asleep, ready to put a ring on some other Guy my brain cooked up for me jkngkjngekj. could never have expected ren or his au counterpart, and they've rotted my brain ever since. a little more on the unexpected side, i was finally able to compartmentalize my feelings wrt boris hnkna! he was the first character i f/o'd (platonically) from hnkna, but in college, i introduced an online friend to hnkna and he felt a kinship w boris.... when things broke bad w him (hi, chat app trauma~~~), it broke bad with boris as well. he was "covered in The Ooze" and all of that. BUT! he lives with gray (rom f/o) and nightmare (other platonic f/o) in spade, so seeing him in a new setting, having learned from mistakes from previous games, hanging out with my husband and bestie, and his romantic route being much less squicky.... i finally felt comfortable adding him back to the platonic f/o list! 💕💕💕 he's actually one of the reasons why i decided to add platonic tags at all!!! i'm so excited to have my beloved punk catboy back!!

7. in a similar vein, were there any special/memorable moments you had with the selfship community this year? (this can be anything from taking part in an event to receiving a particularly kind message - no matter how big or small!)

genuinely the Whole Thing. All Of It. i initially made this blog a year ago as a place to dump my "cringe ass selfship posts" for oushirou, isolated from any other blogs, just for me because i didn't have the social capacity to join a big fandom... but then i saw an artist i like being completely open about her selfships on twitter, which inspired me. i decided to put the social skills i'd been practicing for several months to the test, opening myself up to a community i knew NOTHING about, with people i had ZERO connection to, who COULD be super clique-y and mean.... and i was pleasantly surprised. it turns out there are some absolutely amazing, wonderful, funny, friendly, kind, caring, thoughtful, skilled, creative people in this community who were welcoming despite my newness! (not to say parts of it AREN'T clique-y and mean -- pretending otherwise would hurt people who've been targetted -- just that there are more chill people than i expected ;;;) safeshiptember is probably the one thing that really kicked it off for me! that's when i started creating things Specifically for this blog and putting things in the fandom tags. people found me and i found them through our works, we started chatting a bit, started sharing each others' work with positive notes, and created real connections. i feel connected to people for the first time in 8 years, in a more "real" way than stream chats. 💗🥰

[theogonies]

i just think that childe needs a cute little traveling companion to patch his wounds and make him his favorite foods when he's feeling homesick. and i'm not saying i could be that person but i do make mean homemade пельмени

[torawro]

YOUR PRESENCE IS A GIFT. ( b.k )

pairing ! ━━ husband!byakuya kuchiki  x  captain!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is black and thick coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. reader is also the new captain of the 3rd division of the gotei 13. just pure intimacy and fluff. undertones of nsfw. mentions of nudity. suggestive/explicit scenarios like bathing together. teasing if you squint . passionate kisses. hints of domesticity bc they’re married. sickeningly sweet fr i love it. byakuya is sarcastic. he’s also soft n caring and very much in love under that stern façade <3 husband material fr .

word count ! ━━ 3.8k

notes ! ━━  back again letting my bleach brain rot take over :) this was another random thing i decided to write about but don’t worry, i have more ideas for him and so many more from bleach and other fandoms :) i just had to get this out of my system . also, i come back to this edit of him a lot heheh. REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

edit as of 9/26  ━━ turned this into a self-indulgent fic as a gift to myself bc why not :)) i think i got carried away near the end. byakusosa is one of my selfships LOL happy birthday to me <3

byakuya kuchiki is the captain of the sixth division of the 13 Court Guard squads, as well as the 28th head of the Kuchiki Clan, an influential and noble family. he was aloof, stern in his beliefs and values— about himself and others. he often came off as indifferent and borderline arrogant. his skills as a shinigami were not anything to be taken lightly or to be trifled with for his spiritual pressure was intense. his combat experience and strategic compentency, including his shikai and bankai made him very strong— and intimidating.

and then there was you. you had been appointed captain of the 3rd division not that long ago, but still a while after ichimaru’s betrayal, making you the third woman who currently held a captain’s position within the Gotei 13. truthfully, you didn’t really like leadership positions, especially ones as prestigious and impressive as this. in truth, you’d much rather be led. the drastic change in environment from a lower district in rukongai to lavish and spacious captain’s quarters and becoming a high ranking shinigami still felt strange, despite all the time that has passed. even a lieutenant, third, fourth or fifth seat position would have been more appealing to you than a full-fledged captain. but unfortunately, your strengths were recognized, you were vouched for, and not one for confrontation. 

the two of you couldn’t be any more different. 

you were always the introverted type. having anxiety around other powerful people ( despite having tremendous power of your own ) , being easily intimidated, and not great at speaking publicly. leading a squad was a task in itself and at times, you shamefully wished that izuru  could handle everything for you. but that was just wishful thinking and unfair to your subordinates.

even being a captain yourself, it wasn’t a frequent occurrence to cross paths with another captain. it was an even rarer sight to cross paths with the captain of squad six. captain kuchiki was seldom seen out and about around the seiretei— unless it was for a captains meeting, training or leading his squad when there was a force threatening the soul society or dealing with manners that were thrust upon his shoulders as the head of a great noble clan. he never had the time, or frankly the regard, to mingle or lounge about with other captains or their lieutenants.

he was a very busy man. but, apparently not so busy to spare you a glance at every opportunity he got, or to greet you whenever you did see him.

he wasn’t too busy to stand and willingly converse in idle small talk with you, despite him having “better things to do than just stand around”.

he wasn’t all that busy to spare himself a little break from his paperwork and drop by your squad’s barracks within the seiretei. he’d flash-step into your office, effectively startling you and causing you drop the paintbrush and parchment in your hand, both of them rolling off your desk and onto the floor.

your other hand was clutched to your chest, in a feeble attempt to stop your racing heart. “shit—captain kuchiki! you startled me.” 

standing up from your chair to retrieve your materials, you didn’t miss his subtle eye roll. “i offer my humblest apologies for disturbing you.” sarcasm dripped from his smooth, monotone voice; it became his favorite way of speaking when addressing you. when you looked back up at him, you saw that his face remained stern and expressionless, but there was a ghost of a grin wanting to tug at his lips. 

he followed you on your way back to your desk. you could feel his unwavering stare burn a hole in the back of your head and suddenly your captain’s robes felt sweltering.

you cleared your throat awkwardly as you got yourself situated back in your chair, his strong, intimidating figure looming over you. “what can i do for you, captain kuchiki?” there was a certain emphasis you inadvertently placed on the word captain, that made the raven-haired man’s eyebrow twitch.

“i thought i told you, when we’re alone, you may call me byakuya… my love.”

byakuya kuchiki was capable of being rather tactical in his flattery, knowing exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. he didn’t bother trying to hold back the small smirk the moment he noticed you shifting in your seat. he found you even more adorable when you were flustered and physically unable to handle any affection he threw at you— especially when it came unprompted like just a moment ago.

“i-i’m just …. trying to remain professional. you are aware we aren’t at home you know.”

he hummed in reply before placing a medium sized object on your desk. he leaned closer to your ear and purposefully lowered his voice as he spoke, “the servants prepared a special meal today, but it seems you’ve neglected to take it with you.”  his countenance never wavered still, but there was an undertone in his voice that suggested something else. something that made your stomach churn and butterflies erupt from their dormant cocoons.

you stared at the bento box blankly, trying to think of how to respond. another one of captain kuchiki’s skills included causing the words in your throat and within the walls of your mind to wither away and die. byakuya secretly reveled in the way you visibly shuddered when he further closed the distance, letting his soft lips brush against your cheek. it was having a greater effect on you because he was usually never this….coquettish outside of kuchiki manor. or even the master bedroom the two of you shared.

“so, you... came all the way here to bring it to me? byak— captain kuchiki, this is v...very unlike you.” you corrected yourself as you gripped the writing utensil in your grasp tighter. a gentle, baritone chuckle erupted from his throat, vibrating the very skin cells on your epidermis. it was a uncommon sound, and your ears—as well as your warm cunt— cherished every moment of it.

“is that a problem? i didn’t realize there would be such issues when i’m just trying to take care of my wife and making sure she’s…well fed.” the words ‘my wife’ sounded so good coming from his mouth, even several years after you’ve tied the knot. like the sweetest honey and vanilla dripping from a mouth-watering pastry, the endearing but inherently possessive nature of those two words lit your stomach aflame.

with an unexpected but delicate dip of his right hand onto your lower back, his pillowy mouth finally came together and laid the most tender kiss upon your cheek. byakuya made sure to let his lips linger a little in order to allow the tip of his tongue to fleetingly glide against your skin. his teasing, half-smile threatened to grow wider when his sharp gaze drank in the sight of your back slightly arching in his touch, and the sound of the tiniest whimper you just weren’t able to contain.

normally, it was you who had the greater affinity for byakuya’s affection during nearly all hours of the day, but this was certainly different— a good different, obviously. you couldn’t help but wonder if something happened that was impactful enough prompt him to do something as risky (or more like risqué) as this; you were well aware that he frowned upon any kind of public display of affection outside of the manor, and you made a note to quell your urges to get too close to him—at least until you got home. you strove to portray yourself solely as a colleague to the dark-haired man while fulfilling your duties as part of the gotei 13.

byakuya kuchiki, as a captain and the head of an influential noble family was unapproachable, almost seeming unreachable when he displayed his bouts of power and prominence. however, byakuya as a husband was someone completely different. you wouldn’t believe the brooding shinigami who rarely smiled and took his job entirely too seriously, was also the same man so desperate for your presence that he would leisurely come visit you, in the middle of the day while on duty.

and he was careful as well; the moment he sensed even the slightest modicum of someone else’s spiritual pressure, he’d reinstate the appropriate distance between the two of you, much to your protest when you nearly whined out his name. the urgent slam of the door to your office cut off your words.

your lieutenant izuru made a sudden appearance in the room, effectively startling you for the second time today. “captain, forgive my sudden intrusion but your—” the blonde’s nervous, lidded eyes then flickered over to the captain of the 6th division, who just stood silently a few feet away from your desk. his head was slightly lowered, and his muscled arms crossed over his chest. 

“c-captain kuchiki! your being here is certainly an... unexpected surprise. to what do i owe the pleasure of you coming to visit squad three’s barracks?” izuru was as respectful as ever as his kneeling position shifted a little to show his respect to another superior officer.

“it is nothing for you to be concerned about, lieutenant. i was just about to take my leave.” he responded in his signature, stone-cold voice. before leaving, he nodded his head in your direction as a farewell. maybe it was the incomparable speed of his movements, or the way his figure blurred as he used the flash step to make an exit, but you could have sworn, you saw a small simper on his lips. 

damn him, you cursed him in the back of your mind. 

damn him, as you continued to reminisce on his little visit for the rest of the day. your skin still remembered the featherlike touch of his slender fingers, the ghostly trail of his lips and very presence imprinted on your mind, causing your subordinates to give you worried glances when you made a certain expression; they even asked you if you were in pain. was it that bad?

damn that byakuya, as he stood roughly across from you during a scheduled captain’s meeting. you could hardly focus on whatever head captain yamamoto was saying about finances, when all you could do was discreetly stare at the clan head passively listen to what was being discussed. you felt yourself grow increasingly frustrated at him for not paying you even the slightest bit of attention—   not even a glance. but your feelings were misplaced and irrational. your own words from earlier rung out in your mind’s ear: “you are aware we aren’t at home, right?”

when the day finally came to a close, and all the captains were formally off-duty, you hardly even got out a ‘have a good evening!’ to the rest of your squad before taking your leave, leaping from roof to roof, in an effort to reach kuchiki manor quicker. 

upon your arrival, some guards were already standing at the main, grand entrance to the estate, and welcomed you back with a rigid bow and a uniform greeting. “welcome back and good evening, lady kuchiki!”

replying to them with a nod of the head and an absent-minded hum, you didn’t hesitate to inquire on your husband’s whereabouts. “has byakuya returned yet?”

one of the guards spoke up as they returned to their upright posture. “yes, the master returned a little while ago. he should be in the bath by now, considering the time.”

with an affirmative nod of your head, you maneuvered your way throughout the expansive property until you reached the designated part of the mansion where the bathing rooms were. a servant was already present preparing the soap and shampoo that they would be using today. 

there sat your lover, already bare in the tub that was designated as his. his hair was tied up in a messy updo style (a scarce sight for anyone unless it was in the bath), and his strong, muscled back facing you. after all this time, seeing him so...exposed will always awaken the butterflies in your stomach and the heat in your core. he wasn’t even looking at you, or saying anything, but byakuya was still able to make you so nervous you. he was effortlessly handsome, and had an imprint on your body and soul that would last for an eternity.

without turning around, byakuya noticed your unique but familiar spiritual pressure and greeted you in a deep, velvety voice. you swear you could pounce on him right then and there. 

“welcome back, my love.” he slightly shifted his head to the side as he addressed you, the small, cheeky grin he’d been wanting to sport all day truly glimmering within the walls of his own home, and in the presence of his lovely wife. 

that’s when you noticed that only one tub was ready and filled with warm water, and that was the one that byakuya was currently lounging in. the temperature of your face rose exponentially when you realized what it meant; you could practically see the smug undertones of his expression.

then, your skin was overcome with a sudden sensation, causing your figure to shudder with poorly concealed delight. you had been wanting to get close to him in a more intimate setting all day; you’ve been dying to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him, and it must have been obvious because one of the servants that were preparing the soap and petals— wait, petals? how come? — cleared their throat with a silent question, asking for permission to disrobe you for the bath. 

eagerly obliging, you let them take off your captain’s jacket and shinigami robes before departing to fold them neatly in your bedroom, leaving you in nothing but panties crafted from the finest linen (byakuya spared no expense when it came to you) that was now becoming drenched in your arousal. 

slipping the piece of fabric off and letting them fall to your ankles, with the help of byakuya’s outstretched hands, you let him guide you into the spacious tub, and sink slowly into the lukewarm, slightly translucent water. pink petals from one of the many cherry blossom trees on the estate’s expansive property waded around your body.

you were slightly confused on what the special occasion was, since the two of you didn’t normally bathe in together in the same tub, but you definitely weren’t complaining. the soft, content hum that escaped your lips was music to your husband’s ears. byakuya let the hand that was encasing yours drop to your back, gently tracing the indented line of your spine with his lithe fingers, while the other strong arm pulled you directly onto his lap; you both let out a quiet hiss when your extremities made contact with one another. his quickly hardening cock was now sitting directly under your wet folds.

“byakuya...” you keened, gliding your soapy hands up his lean, muscular chest until they circled around his neck. you shifted closer to him on his lap, causing his muscles to tense and his hips to twitch in an upwards motion, but he kept his composure, as always. “what’s all this for?”

the ebony haired man stared at you incredulously for a few moments before shaking his head. you would have thought he was annoyed with you if it weren’t for the endearing smile on his lips or his rough palms that were now affectionately resting on your waist and right cheek.

“are you so busy and scatterbrained that you’ve neglected your own birthday?” his voice was soft, so soft and tender, you weren’t sure if you’ve ever heard his voice get so delicate before.

your eyes widened in epiphany at the realization. today was your birthday, you’d been so busy with papers, and the new recruits, all these meetings—you had hardly left your office. byakuya bringing your lunch to you this afternoon made even more sense now. you were surprised that you’d even forgotten about it, because for the last few weeks, you’ve been excitedly chattering about it in his ear, not-so-subtly dropping hints as to what you wanted as a gift, having a good feeling that he’d get them for you, despite looking as if he didn’t care enough to listen. but when the day finally arrived, it had just…. came and went.

a low, hearty chuckle graced your ears as byakuya placed a soft peck on your nose. he was thoroughly amused at the look of confusion on your face. “silly woman…it’s as if your senses have escaped you the moment you awakened and are just now returning to you.”

you could hardly let out a giggle before byakuya— quite impatiently, as a matter of fact— closed the gap between both of your mouths and let your lips mold together, your bodies converging as one under the dim lanterns in the washroom. the kiss was slow, but the slow kinds of kisses were your favorite; it allowed you to really taste him, to get lost in his touch and his almost inaudible groans—it allowed you to drown in him.

the emotion that byakuya poured into your being through a mere but passionate gesture was almost too much. your senses were clouded with his scent and his presence, it was enough to make you weep as you tried to reciprocate at least a fraction of your own love in return.

it wasn’t obvious, but his sheer adoration, devotion and loyalty to you far outweighed yours.

he was first to break the kiss, regrettably so, for his lips that were coated with your saliva still brushed against yours. “happy birthday...my beautiful sakura flower.”

your already glassy eyes widened a fraction of an inch at the unique name, never hearing him say that to you before. your chest sparkled and crackled with a tingly feeling you couldn’t quite discern. your mind’s ear hyper-focused on the one meager phrase, so much so that didn’t feel the tears freely rolling down your face until byakuya used the pad of his thumb to softly wipe them away. why were you even crying? you weren’t sure, but all you knew was that your heart was soaring. 

“hmm, not only are you hopelessly distracted, but it seems you are a bit of a crybaby too. annoyingly sensitive.” byakuya’s countenance was completely serious as he teased you with a fondness in his tone that only you knew. it was one that elicited a soft chuckle from your throat as you nuzzled into the open space on his neck, mumbling a barely audible shut up as you adjusted your weight.

the clan head underneath you let his head loll back a little as he let out a soft groan. “we should go back to the room now, where we may continue your birthday.... celebration in peace.”

when you didn’t stir at his suggestion, your husband put his lips directly on the cartilage of your ear, his breath tickling your ear canal and causing you to shiver in his firm grasp. “my love,” he coaxed you in a deeper, sultrier voice. there was a dominant edge in his tone, effectively pulling your attention back to him and made your empty cunt clench around nothing, “all the gifts you’ve been hinting at are there waiting for you. and, i have one last, personal present to give you...”

as an emphasis on the word ‘personal’, byakuya let his hands move downwards to hold your voluptuous ass, and experimentally rolled his hips against your dripping core, giving you both the amazing gift of friction that your bodies had been craving. before you could even stop it, a whimper-like moan bubbled up from your lungs, your need for him skyrocketing at an alarming rate. 

he blessed you with another lazy, roll of his hips, his cock brushing against your folds and dragging against your clit, this time with a reassuring squeeze on the globes of your ass. “you do want it, don’t you?”

“y-yes....” you replied breathlessly. “want it...so bad. need you ‘kuya.” he let out a self-satisfied hum before scooping you up from under your thighs and standing up from the tub. you let out a yelp at the sudden cold air engulfing your body, stray petals sticking to both of your wet skin. 

locking his slim waist in between your thighs, you felt yourself swooning at just how strong the captain of the 6th division actually was. stepping out of the tub, he made haste to your shared master bedroom with you in his arms, not caring that much if one of the servants saw you; he knew they wouldn’t dare speak a word anyway, unless they wanted to lose their jobs. 

your husband also made haste to attack your neck in an unrelenting flurry of kisses the closer he got to your room. “tell me, darling, what is it you need? or rather who is it you need?” he murmured against your neck, each kiss growing more fervent than the last, causing you to whine at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your skin after each kiss. “hmm? use your words and let me hear you.” he demanded softly, expertly and swiftly opening the door enough to slip inside and closed it behind him.

“i..i need you, ‘kuya....you, only you.” you muttered in his ear, earning you another hum of approval. the quiet praise was more than enough to satisfy you.

finally detaching himself from your deep, walnut colored skin, he hovered over your form on the soft bed, your long, braided hair that was tied on top of your head coming undone. seeing you sprawled out beneath him like this, so patient and needy for him and him alone, spurred something primal in his gut. he was beyond grateful that fate had aligned itself in such a way and allowed you to end up here with him, forever his, he forever yours. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this way again, but of course you were full of surprises; he constantly found new things and reasons to fall in love with you. and on top of it all, it was your special day today. byakuya was overcome with the urge to give, and give, and give until you were so brimming with his love for you, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

he knew he wasn’t the best with words all the time, but he was certain his actions more than compensated for it, in everything he did, especially when it came to loving you. byakuya smiled to himself a little —a grin probably missed by you because it was so inconspicuous—when he pondered on what your reaction would be when you figured out that he took the liberty to clear both of your schedules for tomorrow, so you can spend the whole day in each other’s presence.

it wasn’t even his birthday, but the best gift that captain byakuya kuchiki could ask for, in this life or the next, was staring right back at him with hearts in her pupils.

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[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

HIIII I'm very excited to post this :) and very shocked I was able to get this finished before international pocky day. This is my first time posting selfship content so it's very indulgent and very scattered brain, I just want kisses. Anyways enjoy

Pocky

Jay Kay snuck into the old music room with ease. Not a person inside or out, save for Weather Report reading a pamphlet on the piano stool. The unearthly warping of her entrance got his attention, and he acknowledged her with a soft nod. There was an evil smile on her lips she tried to hide, but Weather could see it clear as day, burying his nose deeper in the TV guide.

"'Sup. Are you not eating tonight?"

The slang didn't sound right in her mouth with the thick accent, but he didn't say anything about it. He didn't say anything at all, but that wasn't strange. Jay fumbled with the tiny box in her sweaty hands, that smile from before breaking onto her face again and she knew she couldn't keep a secret from him any longer.

"That's fine and dandy, I got something even better, anyway. And I wanted to share it with ya'." This finally piqued Weather's interest, and he finally looked up from the guide, setting it aside. Jay shuffled around a little more before continuing, "So, back with my ex, he showed me this cute lil' game you played with these candies called pockys." As she explained with a voice like wine, the dusty blonde finally took out the box from behind her back, a white speckled thing with some chocolate coated sticks plastered on the front.

She plopped down comfortably beside him, bumping shoulders as she did. "I thought since we...were closer than the rest, we could try it together?" Jay couldn't explain the reason her heart was racing in her chest. In the past she'd never had trouble spitting out her feelings with the guys and gals, but any time she was alone with Weather Report... It felt. Different. It wasn't the looks. The voice. Those piercing eyes of his. So what the hell was it?

And as for Weather? Jay Kay was looking up at him with a big blue eye, looking just about as cute as a puppy missing her wagging tail, pleading for food scraps. It didn't feel possible to deny her such an innocent request.

"Alright then. What's the game?" He asked against her lips.

"It's! So, we take a pocky," While she explained, the box was being opened. "We put each end in our mouths and slowly eat it to see who reaches the middle first. If you stop eating or if I get to the middle first, you lose. I even got my favorite flavor!" She added proudly.

Weather looked down at the cookies and cream treat suspiciously, a raised eyebrow and an eye swiveling up to look at her's. "How did you get these anyway?"

Heat krept up into her cheeks, Jay hoped it wasn't as noticeable as it felt. "Hehee~, you don't need to worry about that." She said quickly before putting the stick in her mouth. He shrugged it off with an airy hum, and leaned lower to place the other end in his mouth. The closeness suddenly sparked something inside of Jay Kay. She was very aware of how close they were, his breath fanning her face and the muscles in his neck. Her heart did the weird fluttering feeling it got when she thought about Weather Report, and she was deathly afraid that she was about to fail immediately at their game.

"Ready?" Was all he said, Jay gave him a hum in affirmation.

They started with slow, tiny nibbles. It took everything in Jay to concentrate on the biscuit, and not the heat coming off of weather every time she bit her way closer to him, or how strangely perfectly white his teeth were, considering how long he's been rotting in this prison. Jay Kay had only been in there a couple months now, and she had to admit she was falling behind in mouth hygiene.

(But could you really blame her? With damn near constant stand fights and helping Jolyne try to find that Whitesnake asshole, it was getting a little hard to remember.)

Oh god. What if her breath smelled? She got too excited about stealing that box of pockys, she totally forgot about freshening up first. No wait, she did eat that mint in the cafeteria. Would that be enough?

Snap!

Jay pulled away from Weather, leaving him  with only a couple centimeters of pocky left. He looked at it, and then back at her without taking the biscuit stick out of his mouth. "I guess I win..?" He said unsure.

"Yep! You win! Congrats on winning your first round!" Jay wiped away the spit on his lips and tried to rub off the red hot feeling in her cheeks. She must've looked like a freak. But saint Weather, he didn't say a thing while he finished off his sweet treat.

The blonde fished out another pocky, looking at Weather Report with a determined glare in her eye, "One more! You only won because I was too busy thinking!"

Weather decided to indulge her one more time. They started again. Jay tried to match her bites with his, hoping to meet him in the middle. This time, she really focused. Much to her joy, the end was near, Weather tilted his head just slightly as his nose poked against yours in the closing gap. He didn't seem to notice how close he was getting to Jay's lips, but she was keenly aware of it. Maybe four bites each, the whirling of the fan above was getting drowned out by the beat of her heart in her ears.

This was it. She was going to do it, close her eye and press her lips to his, just like in the movies. The suspense was killing her.

But the final bite was taken, and their lips didn't touch. Not for a second. Jay was too scared to open her eye again as Weather tempted her so terribly. And all at once he passionately pulled her into him, his lips locking hers against his as his arms held her close. His mouth didn't open, just the feeling of his on hers did wonders to the aching body, she felt like her head would explode the minute he left her alone. Everything felt jittery and electric but she could only sit there, still as a statue.

What felt like an eternity was probably only a couple seconds. Jay sat in Weather's arms silent and, for once since they met, sitting still. The flabbergasted look on her face had Weather chuckle, soft and airy before the moment ended in pain. "You taste like meatloaf." And he quickly circled back for another kiss, and another, and one more, until Jay was able to melt into him, hands around his neck for stability.

When their lips finally broke apart.

"Wow." Jay breathed with a sigh of relief. They kept the short distance between them, breathing in each other and enjoying the heat they shared while everything seemed to chill around them. "Tell me, was this game just an elaborate plan to get us to kiss?" Weather asked in his low whisper. In response, Jay pouted, playing with the thin hearts in the collar of his suit and looking everywhere but his face. "Maybe. It worked didn't it? You did kiss me. Like, four times. Does this mean that you–?"

"Yes. Yes, it does."

She was filled with giddy excitement. A smile broke across her face, and Weather copied it. Without a moment of hesitation she grabbed him by his collar and pulled Weather Report into another kiss unlike any of the ones before. He indulged Jay some more, before the moment had to be ruined by someone coming into the music room. And he'd count the minutes until he would be able to do this again with her, next time without some candy as a prompt.

[kaeyasaki]

new game! ship your mutuals and assign them a au

sorry this took me so long, i’m a slow typer sometimes 😿

@amourdite semi x venus — idol!au — semis a celeb and venus is his hot pinterest model gf, nobody knows anything about her because semi is super protective over his private life, but there’s pictures of them everywhere and they always come out good,, semi is always asked questions about venus but he always answers so vaguely and never gives any hints, it’s not so much for her own safety because venus can handle herself, but it’s more so to do with the fact he doesn’t want anyone else sliding into her dms and taking her away from him because not only is venus his twin flame, but she’s also the main source of his song inspo

@omisluvr kiyoomi x mina — model!au — they meet on set and at first mina doesn’t want to work with kiyoomi because he seems super uptight and hard to work with, but they end up getting along really well after kinda finds out kiyoomi only look agitated because the clothes he’s been assigned to wear are uncomfortable,, the two go on to be well known together and end up signing to the same agency where they become a well known duo and two of the highest paid and sought after models in the country,, they’d do so many shoots and interviews and slowly force us all to accept the fact that this is their world and we’re truly just living in it

@kzukens kenma x myra — roommate!au — myra’s already told me this concept but i’m totally obsessed,, kenma would be so picky about picking a roommate for college, he’d choose myra because he’d know them from school and the two of them would’ve been pretty good friends,, things would start off slow, but slowly as they fall into a more domestic lifestyle, they’d both start acting more as a couple and kenma would decide this is the way he wants to live long term minus the college apartment,, final year before graduation and he’s mustering up the courage to ask myra to move in with him permanently where the two of them live together and grow old aw

@churochuu iwaizumi x chuu — bestfriends to lovers — this is more of a troupe than an au, but seeing and chuu and iwa are basically canon in my head, i see the two of them as bestfriends who are completely oblivious to each other’s feelings and it’s PAINFUL for onlookers to watch cause they already act like a couple but they deny dating !! one day, the two of them would be walking home from their own practices and oikawa would ditch iwa to encourage him to confess to chuu to which he would (awkwardly but it fits him) and when the two of them come in the next day as an official couple, everyone is more than relieved

@ats4mu oikawa x jae — socialmedia!au — oikawa and jae woukd definitely have mutuals and start playfully flirting under each other’s posts and start getting friendly with each other,, people would start to speculate a relationship between the two of them, but neither oikawa or jae would admit to it because the two of them love messing with the media and reading the dumb tabloid conspiracy theories that come up under their names,, eventually the two of them would announce themselves as a couple after a good few months of harmless flirting and from then on their instagram feeds are nothing less that immaculate

@sunasbabie sachiro x chloe — school!au — see chloe used to be a cheerleader and she’s always telling me these insane accidents and events that happened when she’d practice and stuff,, so cliche but i can imagine her as a schools cheerleader and sachrio would definitely take a liking to her but not just because of how pretty she is, but because she’s so funny and definitely easy to be around,, he had a stressful time when it came to staying at a consistent standard and expectation so chloe would definitely hype him up before games and keep him at ease, they’d end up dating by the end of the second term after getting to know each other more and sachrio would always find comfort and value in her cheering for him during games

@s9turn kuroo x hanna — enemies to lovers — both the type to constantly receive high grades in their classes and they’d constantly be compared to each other,, kuroo would definitely make studies a competition and insist he does it efffortlessly because he knows hanna puts in effort and makes pretty notes, he only riles her up to get attention for her though,, they’d 100% end up stuck next to each other as seat mates for the year where kuroo would be forced to accept that hanna is just sexy and intelligent and she does it as effortlessly as him, hesitant and more of a slow burn romance, but of course they’re gonna end up together as soon as kuroo stops being so stupid and admits he doesn’t hate hanna for her high scores but rather likes that she’s able to keep up with his intellectual conversations and stupid banter

@bellesowl atsumu x isa — fakedating!au — atsumu is tight about who he really lets into his private life and nobody in the media counts, so when his pr team suggest him fake dating someone to try and throw the media off his case a little he runs to isa to ask for a favour because he refuses to use just any old instagram model with weeks worth of dm requests rotting in his inbox,, isa would def insist she wants something in return but of course she forgets about this because when the two of them have to get into their act it flows too naturally to be fake,, after a while the media lay off atsumu’s back and he begrudgingly tells isa they can plan their break up now but obviously the two of them are genuinely in love at this point where they confess this and end up dating for real

@sunakissses suna x val — exes to lovers — these two are twin flames for sure but something dumb like schedules probably got in the way of their relationship the first time,, they stayed on good terms as friends and it’s frustrating to see them be friendly because it’s clear to everyone they’ve still got love and time for each other,, slow burner but slowly the two of them start to see that they have so much unfinished business with each other but of course they’re oblivious to how to other one feels,, it’ll take time but eventually the two of them spontaneously confess they’re still in love with one another where the nations fav couple reunite and all is right with the world once again

this was actually really fun to do, i’d love to do more with other mutuals sometime because i have so much to say about all my mutuals and their selfships (i know hanna doesn’t selfship with tetsu but i saw the opportunity to push this agenda 😼) sorry if you weren’t included in this one, wbk my brains forever short circuiting but i’d love to do this again sometime <3

[plutowrites]

plutoplutopluto i always have hcs are you kidding it’s the only way i continue to function in this mortal coil

if you’re the kind of person who loves to binge tv shows levi is getting an a+ in participation. he comes over with a bag of “these shitty chips you like so much” to watch with you. he makes a huge fuss about not wanting to watch tonight’s choice but ofc he doesn’t actually mean it he just wants to spend time with you. literally doesn’t even CARE what you’re doing. then to both of your surprise he gets just as into it as you and you have to be the one to turn it off so y’all can actually sleep

JENNA HI omg i was so excited when i saw u in my inbox hehe

OMG no cuz you’re absolutely right he’s honestly such a good person to binge watch tv with because his commentary is the best and YES YES he’s actually rlly into whatever you’re watching. like if you’re watching a series on netflix, he’s fully the one who’s pressing play on the next episode mumbling how “fckin annoying” that it always end on a cliffhanger. also,,, “these shitty chips you like so much” LMAO he is theeeee king of remembering your favourite snacks!! staying in with you and watching shitty t.v (his words) is one of his favorite pastimes and he really looks forward to it 

whew ok you’re pulling me back into this intense levi brain rot and i love you for it <3

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