#this is all said like lovingly like i don't mean this in a rude or mean way like

[whiskeyswifty]

it finally happened. i'm a fresh out the slammer convert. god damnit. like bitch?!?!?!?? okay you got me miss swift!!!!

[idyllic-affections]

Here's how i view the hashira as:

Mitsuri is the bestest big sister ever no i don't accept no everyone loves her and there is a reason

Kyojuro would be the cool big brother along with tengen (his wives would love to take care of you as well)

Sanemi is the mean insane looking uncle that's actually soft for you and only you (he's still mean tho )

Obanai is kinder to you in comparison because mitsuri loves you and he doesn't want to make her sad (he grows to love you but is too shy to accept it)

Muichiro and giyuu are your silent siblings that you go to when you need to be alone but not completely alone y'know like they don't talk much so it's perfect for some quality time

(i don't know enough about gyomei to make an assumption rn)

I was bored so um,,, here you go?

the hashira as a big found family.

summary. the hashira, but with found family dynamics.

trigger & content warnings. no applicable warnings.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. found family, fluff. mitsuri kanroji & reader, kyojuro rengoku & reader, tengen uzui & reader, sanemi shinazugawa & reader, obanai iguro & reader, muichiro tokito & reader, giyuu tomioka & reader, gyomei himejima & reader, shinobu kocho & reader. 0.7k words. no pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. 100% agreed!!! i had to make a post based on this ask, it was super cute to me hehe <3 thank you for the idea!!

mitsuri is the kind and supportive big sister. she is well beloved for a reason, indeed. she's the one you can go to if you need encouragement. oh, some people said that you're bad at your hobby? that you're bad at your job as a demon slayer, if you happen to share her occupation? don't listen to them! you're doing your best, that's all that matters. she won't rudely confront anyone being mean, but she will confront them if necessary. she's just very kind about it, about everything she does <3

kyojuro and tengen are the guy equivalents of mitsuri. kyojuro is so so supportive, just like mitsuri! tengen is also very supportive, but he's the one to lovingly bully you (and later get scolded by his wives for it. he looks like a kicked puppy every time they yell at him LMAO). he's also one of the "no-one can bully them except for me!!" types. it's okay, though. if tengen's being too mean, just go hide behind kyojuro or tengen's wives! kyojuro will laugh joyously and just... hoist you up and run away. he probably takes you out to eat! the wives can and will bully tengen back if you choose to run to them.

sanemi is definitely that uncle. the words he spits towards you in front of everyone else are mean and cruel, but behind closed doors, he's much gentler. gives you little headpats. he feeds dogs with you as a pastime. also he is SO protective man. if someone fucks with you, just go to sanemi. he will chew them OUT. he'll tear them a whole new asshole. he's the second "no-one can bully them except for me!" type.

obanai is an interesting one, i think. on on hand, he is kind of like sanemi in that he's a little mean and harsh with you, but he's generally much gentler than sanemi. he's kind of like a reserved older cousin. you don't see him much, and you don't talk to him as much, but he loves you nonetheless. he's just too shy to admit it. bro also doesn't want to make his wife mitsuri sad, so yeah, he's a lot gentler with you than sanemi is. he will also be so mean to anyone who harasses you.

muichiro is definitely the quiet, absentminded brother. if you just want to quietly watch clouds or listen to the wind, feel free to sit beside mui when he's doing it! you don't even have to bother announcing your presence. he knows you're there. he doesn't mind. mui is also a bit possessive. you're his sibling!! do not ignore him pls, he will be sad. probably clings to your sleeve, regardless of if you're older or younger. another one who will be VERY mean to anyone who harasses you.

giyuu is the reserved brother. he's another one you can go to if you need quiet time. he might offer to share food with you, maybe he'll ask what's on your mind. he's awkward with showing that he cares, but he really does! he cares a lot. he's like... the quiet guardian. he's nicer to anyone who bothers you, but he will confront them and will be very firm about it. he won't bully them back like sanemi or obanai, but he won't be kind like mitsuri.

gyomei is the father of the group. as the oldest hashira, he is the one that has to stop any shenanigans going on. you want to do something stupid with tengen? no. do not. you will make gyomei sad if you get hurt :c he seems like he would give really really good hugs. also, if you fall asleep on his arm, it's okay. he'll stay there with you for a bit, or he'll carry you to bed. he watches out for everyone's health and safety!

shinobu is the responsible big sister. she is ON TOP of your health and will absolutely tear you apart if you fail to take care of yourself. also she is SO mean LMAO... she bullies you lovingly. she also falls into the "no-one can bully them except for me!" category. if someone is mean to you? oh man. oh boy. they had better beg for her forgiveness. an angry shinobu is a scary shinobu. she can be very sweet, though. if you're having a bad day, she will definitely hug you tight and tell you it's okay to feel angry or sad (hypocrite...).

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[3rizu]

A Weeping Willow’s Dream

Wrapped around his finger

Contents: Geto x fem!reader - Gojo x fem!reader - Shoko x Utahime - explicit content: MDNI - fingering (f! receiving) - piv - clitoral play - modern au! - pet names (sweetheart, princess, honey, and etc) - ooc

Word Count: 5,049

A/N: If there’s any warnings missing please tell me

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

From that day on, you and Suguru didn't take so much. You could only wonder who he was with during the time he didn't answer your messages. Until you opened your phone and saw that he had posted something on his Instagram, it was Kozumi and Suguru together on a date. You were angry. How could this happen after trying so hard to wait patiently by his side? How could you get angry when he was with another woman? Even though you knew this man was not yours and you had no right to feel this way about him.

Every day you'd ask Suguru to hang out with you as usual, but the answer was always the same. "I'll hang out with Zumi today, maybe tomorrow."

God, how it annoyed you that he kept talking and hanging out with her and not just using the nickname you and the girls had made up. If you weren't any smarter, you would have killed the man with how annoying he was becoming. You kept trying to get him to hang out with you, but it was no use. No matter what time or day he was with her.

Groaning filled the room; you were in your bedroom, yelling into your pillow after seeing another Instagram post of Suguru with her. You sighed as you turned off your phone, rolled over, and looked up at the ceiling. There was the soft buzz of a notification. It was Gojo. You cracked a small smile when you saw his name. You looked at the bunny you had added to his contact name because of his white hair and the way he seemed pure and innocent to you. When you opened the message, it was another cat meme.

Weirdo🐇: This is so me coded

You: I know you don't really have a personality

Weirdo🐇: You should have said I'm wrong and I have a great personality ✋🏻😔

You: Good? I'd say it's a pretty somewhat decent personality.

Weirdo🐇: You just keep hurting my feelings, honey

You: I know, I love doing it😈

Weirdo🐇: I know you keep doing it to me

You: Wanna hang out?

Weirdo🐇: Wait, really? Actually, never mind, let's hangout.

You: All right.

-

Satoru looked at you lovingly while you two were eating in a restaurant.

"Are you going to eat? Or are you going to look like a stick man for the rest of your life?"

"Wow, rude honey!"

"Oh shut up, you know I've said worse than that.”

"Yes you have, it's like your whole purpose is to humiliate me," He whined, covering his face with his hands.

"Who else is going to keep you humble? I know other girls just make your ego bigger than your brain.”

"Sometimes I love and hate the fact that you are not like the girls who are so in love with me.”

"You're just in need of girl who doesn't love you. That's what my pretty self is here for," You said mockingly, obviously joking when you said "pretty self".

He rolled his eyes at your words, "Of course I love it between us, sweetheart is beautiful, I take you out and you use me and I let you step all over me and you keep me humble.” He said jokingly to you.

"Oh please, you love it and wouldn't have it any other way, you weirdo."

"Obviously? I'm so in love with you, like step on me baby.”

"Weirdo, but I'll let it slide this time because you bought me food and you let me use your money while we were shopping."

"We? You mean you"

"Shut up, you literally said 'don't worry about it, I'll take care of it,' so don't even start.” you said, mocking his voice.

"Only because I want you to save your money and I have more than enough to spend on you, sweetheart."

You took the last bite of your food and drank some water, "Yes, I know you're rich and handsome.

"Hah! So you admit it, I am handsome." He grinned, happy that you had finally admitted that you found him attractive.

You rolled your eyes at his grin. "All right, you're not that bad looking, okay?"

"Better than you calling me a mole rat again."

-

"I had a great time today, Gojo."

"Well, I'm glad you did, I mean, I was just hoping I didn't screw up half the time." he told you truthfully, his eyes focused somewhere else, unable to maintain eye contact for too long.

"Well, you're a really sweet guy, Gojo, any girl would be lucky to have you." you would soon know which girl would be lucky to have him.

"Thank you, sweetheart, you're just as good as me, if not better, I'm sure you'll find yourself a good guy." he said, although he looked sad when he said it, knowing that he might not be the man for you.

"Well, see you some other time, Gojo, maybe I'll call you tonight," you said teasingly, knowing that he would jump at the chance to be on call.

"Yeah? That's great! I mean, um, yeah, whatever," he seemed excited as he softened his tone and brushed off your offer to call him.

"Got it, I'll call you later tonight, bye Gojo."

"Bye, sweetheart." his eyes followed you as you walked into your dorm.

You walked in and Shoko was in your shared dorm, sleeping in front of the TV, you smiled at that, covered her with a blanket and turned off the TV, then went to your bedroom.

-

You hummed as you called Satoru, music playing in the background. You had finally done what you had to do. You finished all the assignments that were due today and started on some that were due next week, then you studied for half an hour. After all that work, you took a well-deserved shower and then went into the kitchen to make some dinner. After the first few rings, he answered

"Honey?" He seemed out of breath, as if he had run to the phone after hearing it ring.

"Why are you so out of breath, were you so desperate to hear my voice that you ran to your phone after hearing it ring?

"Oh, shut up, I didn't."

You rolled your eyes at his obvious lie.

"Yeah right, so what were you doing then, working out for the ladies?"

"Nah, I only work out for you, honey, I have to look good for my future girlfriend."

You smiled at his words, thinking he was joking, "Is that so? You're really desperate if you're working out to look good for me."

"You'd rather I didn't?"

"Well... no, but I mean, it's not just about looks, you know?"

"Oh really?" He smiled when he heard your sweet answer.

"No, not really. Obviously you're an idiot; if you think looks are everything, then you're crazy. Sure, it's nice to have a guy who's attractive, but it's not all about that; if you like each other, you should want to commit to that person."

"Oh, you're that kind of girl? The one who's not too picky with her type of men, and you could say she's a goddess while the man looks, uh, not the best? Although you don't have to worry about that, sweetie, I'm handsome enough for you."

“Sure… You’re certainly something Gojo.”

“I’ll certainly be your everything in a while, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at his dumb comment, “I promise you we will not end up together." You checked the time on your phone; it was 7:21 pm. The sun was setting, and you were a bit hungry, so you left your room to go to the kitchen.

"Ooh, where are we going?” He asked after having heard the noise of a door opening.

“I’m going to the kitchen, nosy. I want to eat something.”

—

9:37 pm

You were laying in bed watching a movie while you thought about Suguru. He still hadn’t replied to you. You paused the movie as you grabbed your phone, seeing the little bubble showing he was typing. A smile was on your face after noticing he was typing.

Suguru❤️: I was with Zumi, so I wasn’t on my phone.

You: Oh, that’s fine :3

Suguru❤️: What were you doing? You usually text me throughout the entire day.

You: I was out with a friend. :D

Suguru❤️: Oh okay, I’m going to bed gn.

You: Alright, goodnight. :P

Giggling filled your entire room after Suguru finally texted you after he had not been responding for the day. Though you were a little ticked off having seen his text of him saying he had been with Kozumi. You wondered why he had been with her; you just hoped that they did not start hooking up. Then it would’ve been pointless to have been by his side the entire time just for him to find a new toy. 

 

Though you had been with him the entire time while he slept with other girls, Kozumi was different, and you knew that. The way his gaze would soften every time he would look at her made you angry and jealous, but most of all, you were envious of her achieving the one thing you had been trying to achieve. What was worse was the fact that she wasn’t even trying to get with him; they just happened to meet each other while you were hanging out with her.

 

You could only hope Suguru would get rid of her soon, or he would get tired of her and stop seeing her. Which would mean for you that he was all yours again to keep for yourself. Though if he did, you were going to make sure that another girl would not be able to pique his interest even a tiny bit. The next time you weren’t going to take any chances with him leaving you and ignoring you. 

 

The one feeling you felt right now was worry. What if Suguru wouldn’t get over her? What if Suguru stopped talking to you at all? The thought of it made a shiver go down your spine, knowing that if he was as in love as he looked, you were so fucked. You shook your head, trying not to think of it getting comfortable in bed and trying to sleep before you started overthinking much more.

 

—

 

8:21 pm

You had woken up a while ago due to Shoko making herself breakfast and Utahime arriving at the house to hang out with her. You sat down on the table eating breakfast after having thanked Shoko multiple times. Her food was good after Utahime had taught her how to cook a lot better after Shoko almost burned down her kitchen trying to cook Utahime breakfast.

“Thank you, Shoko, for cooking breakfast.”

“You’ve said that a million times already. I’m surprised you’re still repeating the same words.”

“You already know her, Shoko; she likes to thank you profusely for the most simple things.”

“I know you’re just a sweetheart. Although Suguru does not deserve you." Shoko said to you sweetly before her voice turned cold, mentioning Suguru.

“Come on, don’t say that, Shoko.”

“You know I’m right. He doesn’t deserve you; me and Utahime have seen how he looks at Kozumi. You really think he’s going to come back to you?”

“You just don’t understand Shoko.”

“I do understand it’s happened multiple times to other friends of mine, and I will not stand by on the sidelines watching you get your heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“Hey Shoko, settle down, she knows." Utahime spoke softly to try and calm Shoko down before she tried something stupid.

“I just can’t let that happen to you. He’s going to ruin you, and you’ll come back to him because you’re wrapped around his finger." Shoko was angry, you could tell by the way she spoke, but she wasn’t angry at you; mostly it was at Suguru.

Suguru had known he was a bad man for you, yet he stuck around and let you get attached.

“Shoko, he’ll come around, I’m sure of it.”

“You better hope that he does.”

—

It was the evening of September 14. It was a bit chilly, so you decided to take a coat outside even though you’d get in your car just in case you needed to go out to get your cat/dog food and also something for yourself since you were also a bit hungry. You got into your car, starting up the engine, and driving to the store, listening to music while driving. The store came to view as you pulled into the parking lot, making sure you parked correctly before locking your car and heading inside the store.

 You looked around, looking for the aisle where the pet food was. You continued walking around to find it before you spotted someone familiar. It was Suguru and Kozumi laughing together while they were shopping. He had his arm around her waist; you were angry; how could he do this to you? You always went shopping together since you always got similar things, and you both had the time to go together, but he had decided to go with Kozumi, of course. 

 

Everything was about Kozumi; he could be drowning, but he’d say I have to reply to Kozumi's text. Gosh, you were so sick of the constant excuses. You turned around and just went to buy your cat/dog food. As you were leaving the store, you saw Gojo. 

 

“Oh sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

 

“Oh, Gojo. I was just getting my cat/dog food.”

 

“That’s nice you doing anything else right now?”

 

“Like if I’m going out or something? If you are asking that no.”

 

“Mm, that’s good, sweetheart. Wanna hang out a bit? Maybe we can go to my place to eat dinner together or something?”

 

“Actually yeah, that’d be nice to do. I was going to just watch movies all afternoon after doing schoolwork.”

 

"Boring, it’s great I’m here.”

 

"Yeah, I guess so.”

 

—

 

“Gojo, are you playing careless whisper?” You asked after having heard the start of the song.

 

“Uhh, no?” Gojo seemed guilty, acting as if he wasn’t lying.

 

“You lying ass bitch, you totally are.” 

 

"C'mon, I was trying to be romantic.” He whined, leaning his body against the wall.

 

"Yeah, you’re so romantic, Gojo." You said sarcastically while looking at him.

 

“Quit it, I hate you.”

 

"No, you don't.”

 

"No, I don't.” He said quickly, knowing what he said previously was a complete lie.

 

“Anyways let's continue I wanna eat so let’s hurry with this food”

“Of course sweetheart anything for my precious princess” He said sarcastically his gaze turning back towards the food on the stove

“Yes cook for me peasant” You said grinning, acting as if he was some sort of servant.

“Of course nothing but the best for my princess” He said as he served you dinner and placed it in front of you.

“Thanks you’re the best Gojo”

“No problem, I don't mind doing this for you. When it’s something for you I’ll do it in a heartbeat” He said acting as if you were a goddess

“You really are desperate to win me over”

“I have to work hard to win your love or else some other guy might scoop you up and take you away.”

“You’re a sweet guy Gojo. Although you deserve someone a lot better than me.”

“You don’t decide what’s better for me plus you’re my someone better in any situation” He said as his gazes softened looking directly at you.

“You’re horrible” You sighed hearing his words.

“Yet, you stick around.“

“Which other person allows me to use their card all the time”

“Only me because I’m the best option for you”

“Mm nope”

“I feel like my heart has broken into two” He said placing his hand over his heart being dramatic

“Oh shut up now let’s eat” He only frowned at your words because he wanted to continue talking.

“Yes princess whatever you like” He said, serving himself food and sitting next to you starting to eat together. To him this is the first step of his plan to get you to like him.

—

It was now a bit later than midnight and you were at home while Shoko was with Utahime staying at her place since she had gotten drunk from them going out to a club. A soft knock was heard on your front door, you didn’t want to be stupid so you checked the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some type of murder but it was just Suguru. You opened the door surprised he was here so late, especially with him always being with Kozumi.

“Suguru? What the hell are you doing here?” You were curious to know what he’d say since it had been a couple weeks when he had last come to your place.

“Oh uhm I couldn’t sleep or whatever it doesn’t matter. Can I come in?” He said he seemed a bit desperate. It was weird but who were you to tell the man you love no?

“Yeah, come inside Suguru. Want anything to drink?” You asked as he walked in while you closed and locked the door behind him.

“No, thank you.”

“Did something happ-“ Suguru interrupted you as he pulled into a kiss your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Just stay quiet please”

He pulled away grabbing onto your hand leading you towards your bedroom. He laid you gently on the bed taking your clothes off with the utmost care. It was weird to say the least when he had never been so gentle and loving.

“Is this alright?” He said looking up at you his gaze softened as if you were an angel, his thumb over your puffy clit while he rubbed it.

“Sugu, is something w-wrong?” You asked, trying to breathe steadily while he slipped a finger into your velvety walls.

“Just stay quiet and let yourself enjoy this.”

He said focusing back onto your cunt fingering it while he curled his fingers hitting your g-spot perfectly. You bit back your moans, your hands tugging on his hair. He kept his fingers inside thrusting them in at a steady pace, you whined helplessly tugging on his hair harder getting closer to your release before he pulled out ripping away your orgasm.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined as he worked on taking his pants off along with his boxers.

“If I don’t put my dick in you, I’ll cum in my pants.” He said as he cock stood up slanted a little due to the girth of it.

“Is that a good thing?” You said looking at his cock the red angry tip with pearly white precum coming out of his tip you forced your gaze onto his pretty purple eyes.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing.” He looked at you while you had your gaze on his cock, you seemed enamored with it, he chuckled at the fact you seemed to love his cock.

He said bringing you closer to the edge of the bed fixing your legs onto his shoulders. His hands held onto the shaft of his cock rubbing it against your slit covering the tip of his cock in your slick. The bulbous tip slipped into your velvety walls makes your hands grip onto the bed sheets. Although he had been inside of you more times than you could count he filled you up to the brim every time he slipped in.

He thrusted in out of you at a quick but steady pace, you tried holding back your moans covering your mouth with your hand. He looked at you with his gaze softened before taking your shirt off letting his hand wander behind your back and unclipping your bra letting your tits free. Although he noticed your hand on your mouth again.

“Nuh uh. Take your hand off now”

“S-sugu ‘s not fair g-gonna be loud” He grinned you were already fucked dumb he knew he had this type of affect on you especially if he hadn’t given you any attention previously.

“Well I don’t care” You took your hand off gripping onto the sheets while he sped up.

He hummed seeing you fucked dumb before he sped up going faster.

“Holy shit, I love your cunt” He kept his eyes shut tightly enjoying the clench of your cunt keeping him inside milking him of all his worth.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He whimpered, speeding up while your hand went down to play with your clit, your finger working fast on it to cum with him at the same time.

“Wanna cum at the same time? Mm that's it?” He said softly, speeding up his release so close.

“Shit, Kozumi you’re so tight.”

Your eyes widened at his words while you sat up. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“What? I didn’t say anything?”

“Did you just call me Kozumi?!” You asked angrily, screaming at him, how could he have the audacity to come to your house? And moan another girls name.

“Calm down” He said nervously, a bit scared you had never screamed at him, always speaking softly to him and taking care of him.

“What’s wrong with you!? You come into my house and moan another girl's name?! Especially hers!?” You were angry, although angry was an understatement, it was one thing for him to start ignoring you to be with her, but to say and moan her name while fucking?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“Get the fuck out. I’m sorry Suguru, I'm so sick of your shit! I have stayed loyal to you time and time again even when you ignored me to entertain other women but this? No.”

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy! Did I ask you to stay loyal to me? No, you did that because you were so infatuated with me. It was you who didn’t mind waiting for me even if it meant you’d see me with other women”

You stayed quiet, he was right. Suguru never asked you to stay loyal to him, this was your fault you allowed yourself to get hurt.

“Well yeah you’re right! But this time I am not putting up with your bullshit!”

“Good! I was getting sick of you anyway!”

“Get out, Suguru!”

His phone buzzed with a notification silencing the both of you. It was her Kozumi asking if he could come over and watch a movie with her.

“You know what Kozumi is way better than you”

“Just get out of my house, Suguru. I can't be with you anymore” Tears fell down your cheeks his words hurt as if he had twisted the knife he had already stabbed in your heart.

“…” He stayed silent, he felt guilty for making you cry even though he had said those things to you no woman could compare to you but he would die in a ditch before he would admit he was wrong and he wanted you as his girlfriend. Either way Suguru knew there was going to be no coming back from this.

Meanwhile you cried helplessly, you felt pathetic. How could you let him hurt you this way? Shoko warned you but you didn’t listen, this was your own fault. You kept sobbing hiccuping every once in a while. Although you kept crying for an hour till you fell asleep.

-

4:02 am

Shoko and Utahime arrived at the house, they saw your room open. Utahime led Shoko to her bedroom before going to check up on you, seeing the dry tears on your cheeks she knew what had happened, especially with how you were naked barely covered by the bed sheets. Utahime put a blanket over your body so you wouldn’t freeze overnight, you felt your body warm up and shifted while asleep.

Utahime left your bedroom to turn the heater up a bit so you and Shoko wouldn’t freeze. Although it was also a good thing because then it would be warm in the morning especially with it starting to become more cold.

-

8:12 am

Shoko had just woken up after Utahime woke her up, she knew she’d have to deal with one hungover person and another heartbroken person. Utahime had left you in the bathroom to shower while she took care of the rest cleaning up your bedroom although she hated knowing what had happened previously, but you were her friend too and you needed some support right now.

“Thank you, Utahime. You’re so sweet to me” You said as you looked at your clean room everything was organized properly.

“No problem, I can tell you had a tough time last night… Do you want to talk about it?”

“Uhm, are you sure?”

“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to hear?” Utahime asked as if it was stupid that she’d say anything and now want to listen.

“Well, she was right. Suguru moaned Kozumi’s name last night when we were having sex and then to put the cherry on top he left to go to her place.”

“Oh my gosh. Are you alright? I know that must’ve been hard to deal with, especially if you didn’t like her.”

“No, not really. It just feels horrible.” You started tearing up, remembering what had happened and how you felt while Utahime came by your side, comforting you. She held onto you, hugging you, although you hadn’t changed, and your hair was soaking wet.

“You know your hair is so wet it’s wetting me,” she said, chuckling as she tried to lighten the mood. It worked; you chuckled a bit before looking back up at her, the corners of your mouth betraying the heaviness in your heart.

“Sorry,” you murmured, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional. It’s just… everything feels so overwhelming right now.”

Utahime nodded, her expression softening. “I get it. It’s okay to feel that way. Sometimes, it’s easier to hold everything in, but it just builds up until it spills over.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I thought I could handle it. I really did. But when I saw him leaving to be with Kozumi, it just hit me like a truck. I didn’t expect to care so much.”

“People have a way of surprising us,” she replied gently, her fingers playing with the ends of your damp hair. “It’s normal to feel hurt, especially when it comes to someone you thought you could trust. It’s even harder when they move on so quickly.”

You sighed, the weight of her words settling around you like a warm blanket. “It’s just that I thought we had something special. I thought he saw me the way I saw him.”

“Sometimes, what we want and what the other person wants don’t align,” Utahime said, her voice steady. “It doesn’t diminish what you felt. It just means that the timing or the feelings weren't mutual.”

The rain continued to patter softly around you, a soothing soundtrack to your thoughts. You took a moment to gather your emotions, feeling the warmth of Utahime's embrace grounding you. “I just feel so foolish. Like I invested so much into something that was never real.”

“Don’t say that. Your feelings were real, and they were valid. Just because someone doesn’t reciprocate doesn’t mean your emotions were wasted. You loved, and that’s a beautiful thing—even if it hurts right now.”

You looked up at her, gratitude swelling in your chest. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

She shrugged, a playful smile creeping across her face. “Years of practice. Besides, I’ve been in your shoes before. It’s a tough lesson, but you’ll come out stronger. Just give yourself time to heal.”

You nodded, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. “I guess I just need to take it one day at a time.”

“Exactly. And when you feel ready, we can go out, do something fun. You know, take your mind off things,” Utahime suggested, her enthusiasm infectious.

“Like what?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

“Maybe a trip to that new café downtown? I heard they have amazing pastries. Or we could hit up that arcade you love,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“An arcade sounds perfect.” You said, feeling a smile tugging at your lips. “I could use some distraction, and I know I’d have fun with you.”

“Great! Just promise me you won’t dwell on her while we’re out. Let’s make it a day to forget about everything else,” Utahime said, squeezing your shoulder.

You took another deep breath, feeling lighter. “Deal. I’ll try my best.”

As the rain began to lighten, you both stood there for a moment, enjoying the rhythm of the world around you. The air was fresh, and the dampness felt rejuvenating. It was as if nature itself was washing away the remnants of your heartache.

“Hey, look at it this way,” Utahime said, grinning. “Every time it rains, it only means the sun will shine brighter afterward. Just like you. You’ll shine again, I promise.”

“Thanks, Utahime,” you replied, your heart swelling with warmth for your friend. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Just remember, I’m always here. Now, let’s go grab some dry clothes and plan our arcade adventure!” she said, pulling you along, her laughter mixing with the sound of the rain, a melody of hope and friendship.

Finally Utahime left, leaving you to change into actual clothing. You felt a lot better knowing she was going to be there to help you, and you already knew Shoko would be angry at Suguru for breaking your heart in such a cold hearted way.

[joanofexys]

Hi! Sorry for randomly dropping anon into ur inbox, but I’m kind of in love with ur oc’s and I was wondering if you could tell me more abt Ilya? Ik u said they’re just some guy from Penn state and for some reason that really intrigues me lol.

Never apologize I love anons and I'm so flattered you like my little guys. Also sorry this is gonna take a minute and there will be many typos cause I'm typing one handed on my laptop while eating an icecream/my cat tries to steal my icecream bar, not that you needed that info

ANYWAY litte recap on Ilya:

22 years old

5'5

he/they, transman

youngest of 4, has all sisters

Played for Penn State

Now plays for Olympic Court

Goalie

Number 7

I haven't decided on what he majored in yet

Yeah he really is just some guy. He's the only athlete really in his family. One of his older sisters ran track in high school, but otherwise their family is full of musician. Dad is a middle school orchestra teacher, mom is a music professor, his sisters all went into the arts. He can play a, quite frankly, ridiculous amount of instruments and he enjoys them all but he's not particularly passionate about it.

His parents signed him up for little league exy because he saw exy on the tv once and wouldn't shut up about it/was begging them to play. His parents just wanted all of their kids to be happy so they caved very quickly and Ilya developed an intense passion for the sport that obviously never went away.

Ilya's oldest sister (Liliya) is 7 years older than him, the other one 4 years older (Kateryna or just Kat), and the sister after (Tanya) that only a year and a half older. They're all incredibly close despite any age gaps while also very much having a dynamic of lovingly bullying each other

Ilya kind of always knew he was trans and they were always in a safe space to express it. His parents used to joke that they had "3 girls and an Ilya" and they didn't even bat an eye when as a kid he went straight for the "boys clothes" and asked to be called a prince instead of a princess and only responded to being called a boy. At school it was different, in elementary school other kids didn't care but the teachers could be weird about it, and then as a teen other kids started getting mean about it. But his parents and their sisters were always accepting and they filled their house with enough love that Ilya never thought about being closeted or pretending to be someone he wasn't.

He gets recruited to Penn State's team as their starting goalkeeper as an openly trans athlete. His team's respectful for the most part. There are some people who just don't seem to get it, but they're never outright rude or transphobic to him. There are sometimes snide remarks and something Not Cool said on accident and Ilya is always quick to correct it and most of his teammates are decent enough to apologize and try to do better

And he talks A Lot about being a trans and generally queer athlete. He's happy to be one of those people out and proud for everyone who can't be. Ilya has always, unapologetically, taken up space. Not even focused on his queerness, just in the way he exists as a person. If he's in a room you're going to know he's there and you're probably going to know their every thought as well.

They care a lot and they take everything to heart. They're very much a "don't cry cause you'll make me cry" type of person. He's much more willing to take on people's pain and share their burdens than he probably should be.

And he has zero filter. While he's absolutely paving the way as a queer athlete and he has a lot to say to the press about that his press time also has to be limited because he will just say shit. He has insulted other teams, insulted specific players, shared information that he definitely shouldn't have, said "fuck" on camera too often to keep count, and a lot more. He is keeping the Penn State vs Edgar Allan Ravens twitter discourse alive and well with all the shit that comes out of his mouth

He makes his best friend his junior year. She's a sophomore named Alice and she's a defensive dealer. Her sophomore year she comes as trans, MTF, and Ilya is the first person she tells becuase he's one of the only queer people she knows. After that they're pretty much attached at the hip and Ilya would kill and die for her. Her family isn't super accepting so he takes her home with him for the holidays. His family becomes hers and they're more than happy to add one more girl to the family.

Ilya makes court right after he graduates and it's with Jude, Em, Mara, Florian. you know the drill at this point. They're the ones I never shut up about. And I think I'll largely be repeating myself and I don't want to be annoying with that so we'll stop there

Some other fun things about Ilya though:

he never learned how to ride a bike. he will never ride a bike. fuck no (he fell over and scraped his knee once and despite all the balls to the head playing exy that was his breaking point for some reason and he never got on a bike again)

he's a cat person

he teaches Florian ASL and it's the main they talk to each other cause Florian likes to go nonverbal

they were such a huge fan of Jude it took everything in them to not be starstruck when the two first met

the two instruments they stuck with were the violin and the piano

they have an addiction to strawberries

is almost always playing jazz music on a vinyl when they're home/have people over

he has a shitty autograph and Flor has begged him to "get better handwriting" since he signs so much stuff but he's fine with it being an unreadable disaster (Florian's autograph in comparison is gorgeous)

he is an unapologetic foxes stan after they win finals

[awakenedevildays]

Heyy I loved “naps and forgetfulness” and was wondering if you could maybe make a part 2??

「Annoying customers and Star Wars」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

I had the most annoying costumer ever at work the other day and I thought of using it as a sequel to this story, I hope you'll like it and thank you so much for requesting, dear, this was so fun to write! 🩷

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"oh! is that my boyfriend that actually remembered me?!" you ask as you walk out of your working place. Stiles, who's sitting on the drivers seat of his Jeep, looks up from his phone and looks at you with pursued lips and guilty eyes. 

"that's me." He laughs as he gets off his car to walk towards you. He is so pretty you can't help but feel a swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he's near enough to grab your cheeks and kiss you lovingly. His lips are on yours for a few seconds before he breaks the kiss with a content hum to grab your waist, "hey pretty, how was your shift?" his eyes, those big brown eyes of his, look at you with such love and adoration that your heart clenches and the tiredness of your four hours shift disappears.

"It was good, but a lady was really rude to me" you say as Stiles guides you towards the other side of the Jeep to open the door for you. 

His ears perks up at that, despite the fact that he feels bad when you have a bad shift, he loves to listen about all the dramas "mh? what happened?" He asks as he waits for you to get on the passenger seat before closing the door to jog back to the driver seat.

"oh you got me food from Burger King! thank you Sti'" you say after smelling the delicious smell of burgers in the car and you don't waste time to open the bag to eat right away.

"you're welcome baby, so what happened?" he asks after receiving a so deserved 'thank you' kiss from you.

"Well, first of all, in the busiest day for a restaurant, she didn't book a table and EXPECTED to have one right away!" You start after taking a bite from the hamburger, god, it's so good.

He scoffs "are you serious? that's just stupid, how could she expect for it to be empty on a Friday night?" he says as he starts the engine.

"Right?! so I told her that she and her son would have to wait for at least twenty minutes and she scoffed at me!" 

"Unbelievable, and what happened next?" he asks and opens his mouth when you bring a chip close to his mouth.

"When a table finally got freed up she didn't want it because it was too close to the toilets and she didn't want to eat with the door opening and closing repeatedly and people passing every two minutes." 

"and let me guess, after that you kindly told her to go fuck herself, right?"  he looks at you for a second before looking back at the road as you keep on eating. 

"I really wanted to! so I told her that we could've moved the table a bit away from the bathroom and she said it wasn't away enough" you keep on going and feed him another two french fries.

Stiles snorts at that "oh my God, she just wouldn't stop bitching, what a Karen". 

"and it isn't even over yet! I tried to give her another table that got freed up in that moment but guess why it wasn't good enough for her?" 

"the table cloth wasn't white enough?" he says as he rolls his eyes.

"it was too close to the opened window AND it hadn't been cleared yet and she didn't want to sit in a still unmade table, I mean- the people who were sitting there had just stood up, what did she want me to do?" you add as he stops at a red light and steals another chip.

"oh she's just ridiculous, you should've just kicked her out" he says and you grab his hand to play with it.

"I wish I could've, it took her 30 freaking minutes to choose what to eat because she and her son didnt do anything but looking at their phones and guess what? She wanted to eat the only dish that I told her wasn't available anymore tonight and she whined about it for MINUTES." 

"what the hell was wrong with her!?" 

"I don't know, it's like she came here to annoy me! I gave her so much attention that I had to ask Logan to cover the other tables I was serving until she was gone." You munch on your almost finished burger.

"I'm sorry baby, you did not deserve that witch." 

"I wanted to cry, really. And after they were done eating she didn't even leave a tip, I mean- didn't she see how whiny she was and how patient with her I was?!"  you ask while pointing at yourself as Stiles reluctantly moves his hand to use the gear stick.

"what a fucking karen, she's a bitch, I hope she... broke a nail or something" he says as he starts the car again when the light turns green.

"woah, you kiss your dad with that mouth?" you ask sarcastically at his attempts to be 'aggressive' or... whatever that was, he pinches your thigh lightly as response before stealing, again, some of your food... you don't mind though.

"hey! don't act like I couldn't be a bad boy if you wanted me to, I'm pretty badass" he avoids to look at you as he says it, he's so cute that you can't even imagine him as a 'bad boy'.

you snort at that "nah, I'm good with my sweet and cute boyfriend" you comb back his hair as he keeps his eyes on the road.

"yeah? you don't prefer a strong, masculine and very bad boy with a leather jacket and maybe a motorcycle?" he asks as you keep your hand in his hair, he's enjoying all the attentions so much that he could literally purr in content.

"I prefer cute, sarcastic nerds with Jeeps and obsession with star strek" you say as you put back the papers covering the finished burger with your free hand. 

"Star Wars, baby" he corrects you for the millionth time as he takes your hand from his head to bite it lightly as to scold you, after all, he already corrected you many, many times.

"yeah, yeah, the same thing" you answer dismissively and Stiles keeps your hand in his on his lap.

He rolls his eyes at your words "it's not the same thing, they're very different."

"I'm not gonna have this conversation with you... again." you answer before he can start his rambling about why the two shows are different (they're not).

"you're just not cultured enough to understand the differences, babe" he says while squeezing your hand. "Can't you see you're embarrassing yourself? you can't go around in this world without knowing the difference! if you could give Star Wars a chan-"

"We're not gonna watch Star Wars!" you state as you start eating the leftover chips.

"But why not!? we've watched Harry Potter a thousands times!" he looks at you with an expression of disbelief and disappointment.

"It's different! Harry Potter is actually entertaining and you love it too." You keep in a laugh.

"yeah, yeah, whatever, you like it because of Harry and your massive crush on him in the fifth and sixth movie" he says just to tease you a bit.

"I- how do you know that?! I never told you-" you're flabbergasted, you didn't think he would actually notice it.

"Oh please! those are the only two movies you watch without looking at the phone even once." Fuck, are you that obvious? His scolding eyes tells you that yes, to him,, at least, you're actually that obvious. 

"oh because you definitely don't find Hermione hot in the seventh movie?" you ask already knowing the answer and your boyfriend opens his mouth in shock.

"I can't believe you're calling me out like this" he replies with an embarrassed expression on his face that tells you that you're absolutely right. "but... but what about Darth Vader, baby, he's hot too!"

"who's Dart father? The cute one with curls and blue eyes?" 

"Vader, baby and yes, Hayden Christensen." he corrects you... again, he turns towards your house. 

"Oh yeah he is so handsome! but I won't watch Star Wars, end of story." 

He sighs and looks back at the road "I'm still gonna get you into Star Wars, I don't care if I have to play the 'I'm the man in this relationship' card"

"you would never use that card" you say as a matter of fact and Stiles pursues his lips, got him. 

"shut up, woman" he demands but mutters a small 'sorry' right after that makes you giggle lovingly at him. 

"So... if we're not gonna watch Star Wars nor Harry Potter what would you like to watch tonight?" you ask to change the subject as you finish the last fries.

He thinks about it for a second, he's not in the mood for a horror movie but he doesn't want to watch another of your rom-com movies either because he'd have to watch his every move to not fall asleep before them even getting to the good part, so he says "let's just watch The Office, okay? there are still some episodes left"

"'kay" you only say as you see your street coming into view.

"God, I'm craving a shower so badly right now" he groans as he parks the Jeep in front of your house, his whole body is still sore after lacrosse practice and he's in dire need of some relaxation time.

"don't tell me, I smell of every type of smell that can be present in a restaurant" you say while getting out of the Jeep.

Stiles chuckles at your words while he exits the car too and follows you to the front door "oh I don't know, you're kind of hot after your shifts at work" he says jokingly as you unlock the door.

"and they say romance is dead" you roll your eyes and let Stiles in after you.

"I know, right?"

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Harry Potter is underrated in his own saga, and I stand by that.

Hope you enjoyed, recommendations, suggestions and requests are always welcome and open! <3

Do not copy or repost.

[funishment-time]

Love these headcannons I want five more

Question 17

YAY

17. List five headcanons for your favorite characters!

Peko loves furries and fursuits, and after a bit of bashfulness is completely Unashamed of this. she is the type of person who is not really a Furry herself but a big fan and adjacent to the fandom. she would happily accompany any fursuiting friend to a convention to spot them (in exchange for getting to give them headpats) but perhaps would be a little Overzealous in ensuring no one tries to mess with them while they're suiting

Junko actually loves animals. i know this is a very "petting the dog" kind of thing and i'm very much against Defanging DR characters, but also i don't think we ever see her or her peeps hurt a real animal. in-universe, no one notices until years later that while she destroyed Swaths of humanity, she left critters untouched, and rogue Monokuma bots still seem to be feeding zoo creatures, strays, and orphaned pets. further, Gundham was actually one of her Favorite remnants, if she could be said to feel any emotion like that; it's why his execution is more honorable than many others

additionally, Junko had set-ups for all the Executions we don't see as listed in extra DR materials like the artbooks. this does in fact mean that the Future Foundation had to go in and save a bunch of sharks meant for Hina from the Hope's Peak basement. said sharks are in pretty good condition, actually. Junko loved those fucking sharks

Kyoko and Hina take care of Celestia's pet cat post-DR3. he is exactly like Celeste in every way, down to laziness and demands of gyoza, and even requires a Place at the table during Survivor Family Games of Yahtzee. notably, however, he doesn't play; he paws at players when they're about to make a shitty move. Hina wonders if perhaps he taught Celestia all she knows

in any nice non-despair AU, Kotoko's best (older) friend becomes Sakura, who makes good on her Summer Camp promise to protect her in various ways. Sakura may hate the title ogre but she allows Kotoko to lovingly call her Monster Girl or Big Sis Monster, and even comes to enjoy it

BONUS: two misc Engineering Trio headcanons. one, Miu actually is not rude to Chihiro because that makes him cry and she gets uncomfortable when her words actually have An Effect. she is gruff and exasperated but never Rude. two, Kazuichi sees Miu as something like a Disney Channel older sister, mean in the most Immature Ways but ultimately family, and this is their relationship for all of time.

[worldismyne]

When we were working on the print of the book, I wanted to include some first person fairy diaries of Bella explaining the fae lore from her POV. But that would end up being too expensive. If we ever get enough issues for an omnibus, I might put it back in. For now here's what I had.

Fairy Circle

Fairy circles are used to mark their territory; mushrooms are carefully planted to show all creatures where 'inside' and 'outside' are. Anything inside the circle belongs to them, including living things. Humans already know this, so don't worry if they wander outside the circle. They know how to find their way back home again :3 Really powerful fae could make circles as wide as whole towns back in the day! It's easier to maintain spells inside your circles too! But never, ever enter or hunt in someone else's circle, it's very rude! I think humans like to project their own fears about plopping their homes wherever onto us. If I took down someone's fences out of their yard, they wouldn't magically be homeless. I don't see why they think it would work on us.

Iron

Humans can make some pretty vile things and this is one of them! It's scratchy, it burns when you touch it and it's everywhere! I can't even eat anything that was cooked with an iron skillet, it hurts so much. Aunt Senna uses iron doorhandles on rooms she wants me to stay out of, but I have my ways ;)

Running Water

This one's really scary. When I was little, I fell in the creak and my body siezed up, I couldn't walk or move and my wings were all floppy and bloated. Even if I get too close, the noise, cold and the water in the air makes it hard to move or breathe.

Hunting

Fae need to feed on emotions to survive and humans provide a wide array of them. It's best to cultivate the emotions you favor before feeding, that way you don't empty out your host. Kinda like how you wouldn't chop down the tree to get to the apples. You'd run out! Cultivating positive emotions is very difficult to do if you're not the best and masquerading as a human. I personally prefer hearty emotions with passion as their main flavor profile, like resentment or pride. They're so much more nurishing than fear and less fleating too! A good passive way to nurish yourself are gifts. Things humans made and hold onto have risidule emotions baked into them! The less people involved making it, the more emotion it has in it. It's a shame humans have started favoring expensive rock things; the only emotions I can pick up on them are fear and bordem.

Oh except for family heirlooms! Items humans guard and pass down lovingly from generation to generation are goldmines. We used to have a bunch, like the princess's harp. Everytime you walked into the room, it was like you could taste every song ever played on it. ...it's gone now.

Gifts/Blessings/Curses

Humans like to use these phrases innerchangably, but they mean very different things! Gift giving is a way to bond with humans on their level. You give them something and they give you something back. It's a good way to start a healthy trusting relationship. And a good way to force greedy humans to be honest about themselves.

Blessings are made from the fae's own magic. It's a way of sharing your power with another person. Humans aren't the greatest at magic, so a blessing is best used on enhancing a trait they'll want to use. (Wisdom, Beauty, Fertility, etc.) It's immidiate acting.

Curses are spells with a delayed reaction. Anyone can do them, it's nothing that special. It's just, to get fairy magic to do it, very specific conditions have to be met for the curse to take place. The more specific the catalyst, the more powerful the spell. Ex. Aunt Leenan left behind a curse in the house that said the first man to propose at the house to anyone but her would get turned into an animal! It had to be at least 20 years old.

Blossoms

Have you ever wondered how humans decided what flowers mean? It's from watching fairies! People found that fairies who preferred certain emotions (like joy) would have blossoms that mirrored flowers they saw (like a daisy). If your tastes change, your blossoms and wings change too. I had always hoped I'd grow up to be some kind of rose, they're so pretty. Rose says I look like a Foxglove, but they can mean good and bad things, so I don't know what that means. Though I do prefer feeding off humans with strong ambitions >_>

Cousin Finn smells like a lavender, so I guess he prefers devotion? Sounds like it's scarce where he's from, no wonder he's too weak to hold a sword.

Talking to Humans (WIP)

Humans are obsessed with "meaning". If you're not blunt and direct; they will come to wild conclusions about what you "really mean". Even direct facts can get confused for insults if said "the wrong way". I find over explaining as directly as possible helps combat this.

There's a human saying that says "the eyes are the window to the soul" which is their way of saying they really pay attention to the eyes of the person they're talking to. Looking up or away is considered rude. Staring in one place is "off putting". So it's best to go back and forth between looking at their left and right eye.

Don't forget to blink!

Human's also do this thing called mirroring; where they copy the body movements and voice of the person their talking to. Being able to do this as soon as possible shows you like them and want to keep talking to them.

Humans strongly value how "unique" they are. They will try to express this through their apperance and hobbies; complimenting these things helps remind them that stuff they do for the sake of their emotional wellbeing has value too. Sometimes you even get free stuff! Do not bring up knowing other people who dress/do the things they do. Even to give them stuff. Aunt Senna calls it a "conversation killer", makes them clam up and stop talking :(

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Speak or forever hold your silence

This first request was written for @cilil who is not only a cherished friend, but also a dangerously inspiring author.

Here we go with another Curuwendil prompt LOL

AU Prompt: Poorly timed confession

Dialogue Prompt: Why are you looking at me like that?

Words: 803

Characters: Curumo x Aiwendil

Warnings: Nothing, pure fluff

It had taken half an eternity to get to this point, but—as he walked up to the forge—Aiwendil felt a little more confident that Curumo would actually be glad to see him.

They had spent vast stretches of time together lately, talking about their work and their passions, and Aiwendil no longer wanted to crawl into the nearest foxhole whenever the silence between them stretched out a little.

Of course, his heart was like the flowers and furtive beasts he tended so lovingly—all they needed were a little rain, a dash of sunshine, and a bit of time.

Curumo—on the other hand—needed blazing fire and heavy hammers to coax even the tiniest sliver of emotional ore from the unyielding stone that was his mind.

As he walked, Aiwendil became so absorbed in his thoughts that he barely noticed that he had already arrived at the foot of the mountain where he was supposed to meet his friend.

"Are you dreaming again?" Curumo laughed, extending a staying hand to prevent Aiwendil from barrelling straight into him.

"What? Sorry!" the other muttered, visibly embarrassed. "It is so lovely a day, and I had such joyous thoughts that I was not paying attention."

The bright, intelligent eyes of Aulë's Maia zeroed in on the gentle, friendly face before him with burning curiosity.

"Would you care to share those musings with me?" Curumo thus asked in his most compelling voice.

He knew Aiwendil not to be a secretive person—a welcome change amongst their peers, who habitually relished in keeping their secrets close to their chest.

To his astonishment and dismay, Aiwendil shook his head though, blushing beautifully even as he pressed his lips together stubbornly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked bashfully, his mud-stained hands lifted as if in a wordless plea for lenience. "It was nothing mean, I promise."

"Of course not," Curumo barked, more deeply vexed by his refusal than he cared to admit. "Even among the good and the virtuous, you are particularly exempt from malice."

Aiwendil flinched—even though the words themselves had been kind, he couldn't help but feel that there had been a hard, angry edge to that hypnotic voice he so admired.

Unable to bear the thought that he had ruined the fragile friendship and the trust they had built, he launched into an uncharacteristically wordy apology—if necessary, he decided in a fit of despair, he would lay his heart and all its desires bare.

No matter how painful it would be, he preferred that Curumo derided and pitied him for his hopeless crush rather than let distrust and resentment take root between them, choking the tender growth of affection he had been nursing so lovingly for so long a time.

"I like you," Curumo declared gruffly, rudely cutting off Aiwendil’s lengthy explanation.

Silence.

Aiwendil blinked in confusion—the avalanche of words pouring out of him had drowned out all other things, the song of the nearby woods and the echo of Curumo's steady heartbeat, and he was not at all sure whether he had heard those three words or if it was just his addled mind playing tricks on him.

"This is not how I wanted to tell you," Curumo groaned, lifting a slender hand to his dark brow in self-loathing. "I have prepared a picnic for us. You've been so kind to me—patient, supportive, and just overall lovely—and I wanted to do something nice for you in exchange."

"Oh, you don't have to," Aiwendil said quickly, but he drew closer, nonetheless. "I am inconsolable, but it seems that I have drowned out your words with my inane rambling."

"I like you," Curumo repeated, enunciating every syllable painstakingly. "I truly do."

A sheepish, but candid smile spread across his face.

"I did not mean to frighten you," he then added in a soft tone. "It seems that I was rather nervous about telling you—so you see, you're by far not the only one to have burst into impassionate speech at the seemingly wrong moment."

It was clear that Curumo did not fully trust his feelings, his words, and himself, but he straightened his spine and lifted his chin defiantly.

"Well," Aiwendil muttered after a long moment of tense quietude, "that is very fortunate, because—as you surely know—I have a lot of affection for you too. It is my honour and my pleasure to be good to you."

Scoffing to mask the surge of overwhelming weakness within his every bone and muscle, Curumo turned to the steep slope of the mountain, looming above their heads like a benevolent witness to their clumsy declarations.

"It certainly is harder for me," he then admitted, "but I am willing to give it my best shot. Let's go."

@fellowshipofthefics: Here's the first for this month!!!

Thank you, @cilil for being such a darling to me!

[eightfifteen]

genuinely don't mean this to be rude, I'm actually asking because I don't understand. I love mike like he's one of my favorite characters and I love how complex he is, I'm just unsure how he could be 'right' in the rain scene? and I don't understand what will did wrong, again this is not hate but I love hearing other people's pov of things ^^

of course i don't mind explaining but it's also not supposed to be a black-and-white statement so don't take it too seriously - there's a million interpretations and mine is just one of them. I just mean that Mike didn't mean what he said maliciously, and he was right to point out Will's issues with the girls - he just had no idea how loaded that sentence really was.

Will was being inconsiderate. He was right to be upset about Mike and Lucas' behavior, but let's face that he'd also been dismissive of Mike's feelings for days at this point. Just because his feelings hit close to home for many of us, doesn't mean that Mike's feelings were any less valid.

I say this as someone who was deeply repressed at age 13 and just like Will used to be unfairly dismissive and rude about my friends' crushes and boyfriends. I see that as a huge part as to why I grew apart with my childhood best friend, and that was all my fault. If my friend would have called me out on my dislike of boys - a, it wouldn't have been because she was accusing me of being a lesbian (trust me she would have never thought to go there) (even though she totally should have lmao), and b, she would have been right to call me out on it because i was being an obnoxious brat. Just. Like. Will. (lovingly in his case because I do believe Will is allowed to do whatever he wants)

[lalacliffthorne]

For the “not enough Az” anon, like that other anon said, if you go to the azriel x reader tag, you’ll find a shit ton of fics for him and go down a little rabbit hole lol

Now, I definitely believe that the other 2 idiotic Illyrian babies (saying that lovingly 😭) could use more love with fics. Now I also believe the reason is because they are canonically in relationships. And even though I absolutely ADORE Feysand and Nessian, let a girl dream alright 😭

I love all 3 bat boys and I don’t mean to come at anyone with this, but Azriel is definitely the most loved and most written out of the 3 because he is not in a canon relationship yet. So it’s easier for writers to create these “x reader” stories with him.

If you want more fics of a certain character, you can kindly request and wait for the writer to work their magic or simply go down the rabbit holes that we call “tags” and if you’re really desperate (like me for Rhys 😅) you can start to write little drabbles to slowly build up your confidence in writing. But never go after writers who take time out of their day to give us these works of art because you’re not “getting enough,” it’s rude and inconsiderate.

Thank you for writing for us sweetheart and I’m sorry about my little rant there I kinda started to word vomit at the end🙃

Hope you have a good night and hope you’re taking care of yourself💜💜

aw thank u love 😭💞

I absolutely agree with you when it comes to a certain difference in amount of fics for Azriel and Rhys and Cass!! I have definitely noticed that as well and been trying to figure out what the reason might be, tho I definitely think that, like you said, the Rhys and Cass being in a relationship does seem like quite a big one - as well as that we don't know as much about Azriel yet? as a writer, that of course offers you a lil bit more freedom, which might be partially why there's more fics written about Az? along with a certain hesitancy occurring on both writer and reader side (that's probably not even something that happens consciously) to write and read about characters with established relationships (regarding which, like you said, let a girl dream 😉). so maybe for those reasons, there's a certain imbalance of content between the batboys?

I don't wanna step on anyone's toes with this either, I'm definitely guilty of having a majority of Azriel fics myself right now (🥴)!! but I do also feel like it is a safe starting point bc Azriel fics generally do a lot better in engagement (which is a whole other thing rn) than maybe Cass or Rhys or other characters sometimes? so I guess that could be another reason

but writing is a rlly personal thing, and we writers do usually write based on inspiration (!!), so - I really don't wanna put this on the writers, bc what you write is absolutely your thing!! and you shouldn't feel pressured to write for anyone just bc there's a lack of fics when maybe you don't feel like writing for them at this moment!! 💞

all that aside, of course I am absolutely with you, lovely anon, especially when it comes to all of our sensitive Illyrians (and other characters!!) and that some could do with a lil more love, bc they deserve it!!! 😤😌 so like you said; if anyone wants to see more of someone, maybe start smth yourself or send in requests to those writers that take them!! and maybe it just takes some writers a lil more time to get comfortable here and 'branch out' lol so be patient!! 😘

omg you are always welcome to rant!! I do it all the time, ask @leafsandstarlight 🥴😂

thank you, so much!! 🥹🙈💕 mwah

[darlingpwease]

You always catch me off guard because ur the first person to actually ever bring up what I've said in past convos like you do 😭

Yeah, I can see it. I don't think he'd be bratty right away, but maybe one day he accidentally gets too close to someone, he acts a little too friendly with them,, and it pisses you off so much that you had to give him a reminder that he was yours, not someone else's. It was the first time you acted like that with him, but he didn't expect to love it as much as he did. He loved it so much to the point where he actively seeks out doing things just so that you can treat him that way again,,, yeah I can def see it. Hey, if I am, I like to think it's at least surface level. /hj

I guess it's my charm??? /j /nsrs,, as long as it's not an actual block, then I guess I can deal with the gifs :VV

I... I have to admit that I have been having ideas like that with him recently "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა I feel like I've been caught red handed HAHA

Dove,, have i ever mentioned how amazing ur mind is?? It blows me away everytime.. famous!Yuuta who still got shy when people would compliment him and his works, even with how big he was,, he has heard of famous people having stalkers but he never had one himself,, or, well, that's what he thought until you came along. Stalker!reader that kidnapped him, you had memorized almost every word in all of his works, recorded every interview, took any photos with him in it as possible, and you worshiped him. Or priest!Yuuta, a man under God who hopes to help others anytime of day, when you first came to the confession booth to him, you were struggling. The more you came to him, the more closer you grew until the need to be next to one another seeped into your bones. He was a man if God, but when you whisper lovely words into his ears and kiss him so wonderfully, all he can think of is you being his God. You mentioned druid!Yuuta, but what about changeling!Yuuta?? Although he would hate to show you his face, what if you hate it? What if you never wanted to see him again?? What ever you'd like, what ever would make you stay with him, he is willing to be whoever you want him to be. Look however you want him to look, you just have to never leave him. His desperation looks pathetic, really. But when he's on his knees, begging for just one more time, how can you ever let him go??? Bird!hybrid!Yuuta who you stumbled upon one day, so pretty and so plaint among the others, you knew you had to keep him. Keep him in the prettiest cage, spoiling him to ur hearts content. When you kidnap take him home, he's oddly flattered, nobody has ever been this nice to him before... even when you tease him to the point of frustration, always caressing his back and under his wings despite knowing full well why you shouldn't do that, only to then fuck him lovingly until all the sexual frustration leaves him and all he can do is beg you to keep going,,,, my brain is rotting :((

Don't make me start wearing earmuffs, please :'// I feel like no area is target-safe now <//333 /t ...i... I tease... that I can't deny,,,

-panna cotta

babyboo, I get it, but in the real world, people call it "talking"</33 you know when you listen to what someone else is saying and produce it at a moment when they don't expect it to catch them off guard</333 and the fact that I can always re-read it in the text version only makes everything better hehehe I mean, mature panna cottas have to keep their word, and what will help you learn to keep your word more than me, who will constantly remember them? everything for my sweet bun<333 /t /j

yes!!! I just,,, I believe that one day he sees you being rude and wow, it's hot??? when you grab his face, or pinch him, or drag him with you, but Yuuta does not resist, blushing, not quite understanding what you want, but agreeing with everything you offer, being confused, but feeling that he should not bother you when the atmosphere around you is so tense,,, refuses to ask for forgiveness, although you can feel how fast his heart is beating and how he is trembling under you, intoxicated by the feeling of how passionately you manhandle him :((( ... 🤨huh... I'll write you down as not suspicious, but so far only with a pencil /t /j

to be honest, I was thinking about how you react to teasing Toge, and Yuuta, being greedy for attention, also wants you to look at him the same way you look at Toge, and at first everything is fine (you know, his attempts to annoy even cute), but then someone flirts with him and you you just click, because you keep thinking that he is doing it on purpose, and you want, well, not to "teach a lesson", but to do something, seeing his smiling face, even knowing that this is just his way of being polite</3333 after all, you're fine with him being naughty or playful, but you draw the line at flirting with others, okay? he deserves to have his brains pounded off during a rough fuck ://

I am glad that you are at least aware of your only weapon and the reason why I continue to hold you; such awareness would even be commendable if we did not talk about you, considering how you usually abuse my favoritism towards you🙄😒 /j /ht anons should be blocked only as a last resort, but I know blogs that can be blocked... /t /j /nsrs

I mean, it's not our fault that he's such an ideal material for dark content, okay? sometimes he just deserves to be locked in a cage, kidnapped and forced to be trained until he understands who he belongs to<333

such a huge brain,,,, thank you, it was a very beneficial exchange, now these ideas arE MINE— >:33333

1) famous!Yuuta whom you convince that you care about him, constantly pampering and cherishing, because you can't let him go outside, it's dangerous outside, and it's strange, — but it quickly calms him down; when you coo that he is even more beautiful than in the photos, and you promise that you will be gentle with him and do everything for him, trying to bring him interesting things and caring for him, and the fact that he is so calm bothers you,,, but it's not enough that you try to put something more serious on him than your collar,,,, in the end, he is so calm and behaves as you expected, even if he is clearly not so desperately resisting and not trying to convince you to let him go, gently stroking you when you put your head on his hips or snuggling up to you to the sounds of his favorite movie, hiding his face in your neck, causing your heart to explode from the closeness of your idol to you!!! is he real??? are you sure you will die if he continues to be so sweet!!!

2) Yuuta,,, Yuuta who tries to pray for salvation, for peace, for the Deity, — but his thoughts always come back to you, about you, as if the only thing his brain can think about is how you are now, with whom you are now, what you are doing, how you feel, do you care about yourself, do you think about the Deity, do you think about him, do you think about him as often and passionately as he thinks about you? When he eats, when he helps people, when he cares in the garden, when he prays, when he reads, when he looks into the clouds or waits for your arrival, zealously searching for a familiar face among the parishioners, and cannot restrain a feverishly blooming smile at the sight of you, hurrying to meet to offer his help. He is so gentle, so kind, so affectionate, a real priest, and they predict a great fate for him, unequivocally making it clear that "from above" they strongly recommend moving him up as quickly as possible, but he can only look for guilty kisses, blooming on his lips with intoxicating sweetness, hearing your whisper, purring prayers and asking him listen to your confession, let go of your sins, but Yuuta is sure that someone like you cannot have sins. You are so perfect — completely and in everything, and if they say that the 'Deity loves him', then he can't help but smile so widely and enthusiastically that others even want to tease him about it, not realizing that it's not about this wrong deity, but His own. Do you love him? He desperately wants to believe that You love him, that You want him, that You need him as much as he needs You, looking for You in the first and last rays of the sun, knowing that this is the only thing that matters while Your marks bloom on his body, like tiny flowers that You gave him, Your the most loyal and beloved follower,,,,, listen, but the setting of the "fantasy Middle Ages" where you are accused of blasphemy and demand your execution,,, and Yuuta literally goes crazy because he feels that his Deity wants to overthrow as a past deity once, and this makes him really believe that you are destined to lead a rotten church, while you can't help but think of him as a real divine son who came down to earth to save it and is now fighting for your life, even knowing everything about you???🤨🤨🤨 the demon!reader who constantly seduces Yuuta by seeping into his dreams, but Yuuta is sure that you are an angel and is ready to accept everything you are willing to offer, even after he sees your true appearance, completely becoming obsessive about you and demanding that you be with him forever no matter what, ready even to lead a religion if it means that you will you be with him</33333

3) a stranger of amazing beauty whom you meet in your favorite park, lonely and lost, and you can't pass by when you see his relieved and affectionate gaze, as if he absorbed all the purest tenderness of the world, looking at you with such love that for a moment you doubt how much his ignorance is real — but you can't think about for too long, as if enchanted by his beauty, which seems to you at the same time very familiar and unfamiliar (didn't you see him on the cover of a popular magazine?), and even his voice (definitely someone familiar...) is so affectionate and melodious, as if he is some kind of prince charming from a fairy tale, who unwittingly got into this world and is now trying to get back. but you weren't the type who fell in love with the first person you met, definitely not, — so you started dating a few months later, after many dates where your tastes and preferences turned out to be so similar that you couldn't help but feel a kindred spirit in him, even starting to be afraid of how perfect and adoring he was. how natural is it when a stranger you meet on the street turns out to be your ideal match and at the same time looks at you with such love, that you are sure — if it were material, you would drown in it, but even then he would put his life at risk but would save you, as if he didn't have no one more important than you, what bothers you even more when you find a magazine with him on the cover, and you can't get rid of a bad feeling, even when you think that it might be "his past hobby" — but then you break down and look for a song with an artist with a voice similar to him, vainly promising that if you don't find any, then close your eyes to this, only to realize that the voice of this performer is one in one voice of your partner. coincidence, right? just lucky, right? he's really like that, right? when he looks for your gaze, sitting on his knees in front of you, asking you to look at him, but seeing his fabulously beautiful, gentle face, you see the cover of a magazine, and hearing your name — the words of the song that you listened to until you started to throw up, only to convince yourself that these voices are completely different. listen, but when you manage to catch him changing his appearance, but forgets to change his voice? he is so desperately grabbing for you, begging you to listen to him, getting lost in explanations, crying, asking you not to leave him, promising that he will no longer deceive you, he will become anyone, he will become the one you want, he will be the most perfect for you, please don't leave him, please—

4) bird!Yuuta who turns out to be isolated from others, despite the fact that he is the first to catch your eye, as if begging you to take care of him and leave him alone, hiding from the eyes and looking like a frightened chick who is trying to teach flight by throwing out of the nest. He is thin, disheveled, gloomy and scared, shrinking into a ball and hiding in a corner, hiding head from others, but when you behave gently, he can't help but flinch before swallowing, not understanding what you want and when you stop, looking at you fearfully,,,, not at all as proud, royal and handsome as others, rather pinched and sad, but looking at you like wet eyes when you continue to caress him and talk gently, letting him get used to it, later looking for your presence so that you again compliment him and chat, giving the harpy a little affection that he greedily eats, almost demanding more with his hungry eyes,,,, and you, you just can't leave him, seeing how he becomes dependent on your love, sometimes even timidly following you, leaving the nest only to make sure that you are safe and will soon return to him — and this turns out to be a very convenient opportunity to take him with you, taking advantage of his trustfulness and relaxation next to by you, even if it hurts you no less that you can't be more willing. but he's a free bird, used to living outside, how can he agree to a cage? in the end, you have to show him why he should be with you and why, even in spite of the cage, he will be much happier than he is free. you give him the best food, beautiful things, a little freedom (not too far from you) and a lot of affection, spending all your time with him, even if at first he was timid, just not used to the new environment (even if you are sure that you heard his timid pleas not to give him to anyone), but later it's easy to get out on his own just to find you and lie down next to you, kissing you in your sleep, letting you clean his wings, stroking his soft belly, rubbing where no one is allowed before reminding him that if he needs something, he can ask you. when you gently caress his feathers while you ask him to lie down on his stomach so as not to damage them, even if you are clearly passionate not only about his wings, but he can't help but obey, whining that if you treat him like this, he can start laying eggs,,,,, listen, but when he becomes an end in itself a harpy that you've ever seen in your life after you lock him up with you, but he doesn't realize it at all, considering himself the same ugly bird, which is now too obsessive of his master and demands that you never get another hybrid and give it to anyone, and you don't want to tease him when his claws are so close to your neck;;; when he enthusiastically rides you, filling his soft belly, when you were not ready for this, since you decided to take off his chains and now he follows you around the house, even without looking out the window once again, calling you his heaven and swearing that the only place he will follow is everywhere behind you :(((

5) since this is a mermay for me, then merman!Yuuta who almost cries when you play with his slit for a long time, kissing his face and neck, stroking his tail, demanding that he does not let anyone in, not allowing his eggs to be fertilized and not fertilizing others, since you can be the only one with whom he has the right to have intimacy, — and even if the mermaids there is no concept of monogamy, Yuuta knows what it is among people, blindly agreeing, if only you would continue to finger his slit, soaking your fingers with his sticky juice, created to facilitate thrusts inside and fertilization of eggs, but you only tease him, giving him an orgasm with a feeling of emptiness inside, demanding that he repeat your words and swear that only you will be inside him, only you will be the parent of these babies,,,, when you are forced to be absent and Yuuta must not let anyone touch his swollen tail due to eggs, which seems very indecent inside society, but he always refuses the offer to relieve him of this discomfort, waiting for you to return and breed him, even if several months pass, and proposals for mating are already definitely received not only out of pity, but he can't help but be desperately obsessive about you, because he's not normal in any way at all, especially when it comes to you. when you return, as promised, and Yuuta's sluggish consciousness fixes and instantly realizes that it is you? That you're back? that the eggs inside him can finally be divorced? he pounces on you with such force that if it were a fight, you would be instantly killed, but inside it is so hot and wet that you don't really mind when he clamps you against a stone, desperately moving his tail, drooling when juice flows out of him, forcing you to stuff to the end and almost run into swollen eggs :((((

not okay as always tbh—

do you think they will help you? against my teeth? I, ah, I don't want to disappoint you, but if I chose a goal, then nothing will help the goal🤨🤨🤨 of course. who asked you to be so delicious, biteable and pretty??? It's your fault🙄😒 /t /j /nsrs I knew. I knew it. I'm, I'm going to bite yoUR THIGH— /hj

[titanicfreija]

Thomas led the way, letting Sunny focus on Freija and letting Freija be hurt as they traveled through the Garden of Esila. Their goal was the confluence, but they didn't reach it.

"Cousin, you are wounded," observed a Techeun. Both guardians jumped and turned with their guns in hand, seeing the priestess for the first time. They walked past where she stood in meditation, and didn't notice until she spoke.

"You know anything about it?" Thomas asked. "We don't."

"Her... Spirit is wounded," clarified the Techeun. "We may be able to help, but it may take more of us. The spilled blight is quite potent."

"Yeah?" Freija asked, stepping in front of Thomas. "You need us to find them? I would trade some real important shit to get this to stop. Or just ease up."

The Techeun nodded. "I will await you in the Confluence."

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"I guess I forget you guys can get hurt."

"What?"

Thomas chuckled. "I'm joking. I do, but it's a joke, forget that Titans aren't actually indestructible."

Freija scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Of course we're not. We die just like you. I die all the time, I died hundreds of times just last week."

"I know. That's kinda what I mean. You died hundreds of times but still keep going. You kept going until you got really actually hurt. And kept on after that. Even you thought you could run it off."

"I thought it was just lingering pain."

"See? Even you thought you were indestructible."

Freija gestured rudely at Thomas before they stepped off a ledge together, landing neatly in front of one of the Techeuns to escort.

"Cousin, your planar self burns!" she gasped, putting her hands to her mouth.

"I have never felt so Awoken," Freija mumbled to Sunny. The Techeun seemed to like Sunny's shell, too, smiling when the ghost 'hopped' into view. "Can you come with us and help fix it? It's painful, and the first one said we would need more than one to help."

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The collected Techeuns were Li Sho, Mirena, and Vyrin. Vyrin apparently knew the priestess that named Freija, and was pleased at the coincidence. They chose a ritual floor on a high peak of the outside observatories in the Spine of Keres, so that Thomas could keep an eye out easily.

The ritual felt... Weird.

First, they did have to remove a layer of plate in the way. Second, she had to remain very still for longer than she normally did. Third, Awoken magic felt different from Light and Dark and gave Freija a sense of being swaddled lovingly and squeezed at the same time.

They didn't go into the ascendent plane, but instead they shared a vial of Queensfoil Tincture. Freija, upon drinking it, saw what they did. Like black plasma seething, the black flames wreathed her entire forearm. The skin beneath shone as Light apparently collected like swelling to a wound, but not far enough off to prevent what looked like lesions in the blue flesh.

"The Fire collected densely enough to stabilize itself," explained the priestess at Freija's head, Vyrin. "It is trying to feed on the limb, but it is not strong enough."

"If left untreated, it would die on its own," assured the one on the left, Li Sho. "Much more slowly."

"As one extinguishes a flame, so we shall smother this one," finished Mirena.

Freija closed her eyes so she wouldn't panic, but she still wanted to flail when she left the ground. The power pressed up from beneath as it pinned her into place, like being tucked into bed too tight and then sat on.

"Unfold your arms, lay them at your sides." Vyrin's voice already echoed with a new dimension, and Li Sho's had the same distance in it when she added, "As symmetrically as you can."

Freija tried, meeting no resistance as she obeyed. She didn't like the irony of feeling held down while freely mobile.

"This may hurt," warned Mirena.

It did.

The three Techeuns stood in their triangle around Freija and held their hands together, moving them apart as the magic expanded between their palms. The shine directed itself over the guardian and toward the magic of the other two, stretching into a golden triangle floating between them.

The fire on Freija's arm amplified and she resisted pulling away, but couldn't hold back her cry of pain. The Taken flame flattened as if pressed by a sleeve, getting smaller and closer, compressing the flames against her skin. She screamed before she bit it back down and tears streamed from her eyes as the fire fought back. As if it knew its end approached, the flame brightened, shining blindingly. Freija cried out again as the last tongue of flame petered out, pressed into nothingness against the silver skin.

Slowly, the guardian descended to the ground and curled up around her wounded limb.

"That technically falls under a curse, right? That's why it wasn't damage that the ghost could heal?" Thomas asked. "An external effect?"

"Yes," agreed Li Sho. "The Taken Flame condensed enough to stay. The damage would have been worse, taking place more slowly but for much longer. You will bear a mark of it in the Ascendent Realm."

"I can see it now," Freija agreed, looking with shimmering eyes. "Can you, Thomas?"

"Yeah. You have a scar, now, this plane and Ascendent. Neat trick. Looks like... You know how arc leaves those jagged lines it goes through? Like that, only smoke shaped in black. Looks like your normal ripples only being still and the wrong color."

"Pain will likely continue for some time, but will eventually stop," promised Mirena. "Fading between resurgences may occur for several years. We do not know what happens to guardians under these circumstances. History has known our sisters to lose parts of themselves to this magic, before we mastered the will to travel between realms."

Freija studied her arm and Sunny nudged Freija's head before tucking into her collar. The ball shape made it harder to relax but it fit into more crevices.

"Not your fault," Freija assured Sunny. "I decided to go. I decided to fight. I decided to stay. I had my goal." She grinned. "And I even achieved it."

"Will you be angry if I swap back to my old ones sometimes? I got rid of the Symphonic and the other wonky shaped one, but the Dreaming City and Dawning ones are staying. Oh, and neon."

Freija pretended to groan with exasperation before both giggled together.

"I suppose you were going to get cursed eventually," Thomas observed dryly, watching the Techeuns discuss what they had witnessed in the spell. "You've probably spent as much time in the Ascendent Realm as not since you woke up."

"Is that not normal?"

"No," he laughed. "No, that's new. Mara only let us know she was here in the last fifty years, the ascendent plane was a mystery until Oryx was defeated, and even then, only those invested in the Awoken, most of whom are Awoken, have been there much at all. You've had more of that Queensfoil Tincture in the last month than I have in this entire lifetime."

Freija nodded slowly, turning her arm to study the edges. "Yeah."

"Yeah. Things are not as they were. In your lifetime alone, everything has changed a lot. Mine is a complete turnaround. Three's done loops around mine." He cleared his throat. "But yeah, most of us elders don't feel too tight with the queen. I don't like her, personally, I don't like the aloof thing and I don't like the way the Techeun stuff works. I know she can't help that, she's a queen and stuff, gotta hold the posture." He snorted. "And I hate posturing. No envy for that position."

Freija nodded again, but she was distracted with her left arm as the tincture wore off and she could see it in the real. Thomas described it pretty well. "I get it. Whole, untouchable thing. She likes us, though. Guardians. Pretty sure she thinks we're stupid, but she thinks everyone is stupid, 'cos next to her, they tend to be."

Thomas snorted.

"You probably don't like that either," Freija teased, finally turning her study away from her scar and getting to her feet. "We won't see it under the armor. I can wear sleeves, if it'll help." She petted between Sunny's new ears with a fingertip. "I don't want you to feel bad."

"Why would I feel bad? My guardian worked hard to do something just for me. Knowing what it is helps, because I felt like I failed you when I couldn't figure out what was wrong. But everyone has smiled at me, and you look so proud every time I come out, I can tell it was worth it."

Freija swayed proudly.

~

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🎶Bullshitting the magic canon lore again🎶

First Hall

First Hall 2

Centurion

Centurion 2

Infinity

Failure

Last stage

Victory

Hard time (med)

Something wrong (med)

Forced Healing (med) <-

Admiring (short)

Showing the Chatter Club (short)

Showing Caiatl (short)

Last one (short)

[skeleboiii84]

Can you do more mafiafell sans/mafiatale sans x reader If you can.I love it :)

Yessssss you may I've secretly been waiting for asks of more of these precious mafia husbones! ❤💙

Enjoy Darling! <3

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Please just five more minutes 🥺💙❤

(A mafiafell sans/butch x mafiatale sans x reader) fluff

"Good morning bubs" you tiredly rubbed your eye to see both your husbands cuddling up to you in your huge bed. "Nmmh, mornin' princess" sans yawned before pulling you closer. You felt his boney hand slip up your shirt just a tiny bit and resting his skull in the crook of your neck.

Sans yawned before kissing your cheek lovingly, you shifted to press to his teeth. You two were then rudely interrupted by the sound of butch snoring, you and sans tried too hard not to laugh at him you just lay there uncontrollably snickering to yourselves.

" *yawnnn* hnnmh.. The hell are you two doin up so damn early for", uh oh it seems your snickering accidentally woke him up (even though it was like 12:30AM but anyway-). Sans chuckled "sorry hun didn't mean ta wake ya", you snuggled up to butch's chest and gave him a good morning kiss too.

He happily co-operated by placing a firm hand right on your ass. "Nmm we- shuld Prabhubly- mm get reahdy far nmm wark", butch struggled to speak through the kiss. Sans was getting up outta bed when you pulled him back under the sheets with you and butch.

"Wha- oof! Ah, come on sweetheart I gotta get ready for work", sans said with a smirk and a sigh. "So? " you said, "So we gotta damn job ta do princess" butch let out a low chuckle before putting a hand over his face.

"Hmph, fine go leave me here all alone", you huffed and puffed your cheeks out at them. " daww come on babe don't be like that", sans snuggled up to you, "you know we'd stay here all day long if we had the choice", you looked at him " ya can say that again " butch scoffed.

You grabbed both their arms before giving them the biggest and saddest puppy eyes you could the look you gave them to really shatter their souls about leaving you all alone. "Hey don't look at us like that! " they said and you could hear the heartbreak in their voices.

You tried to force One single tear out before saying "pleeeaaseeee just five more minutes pretty please", after about a minute of you saying the same thing and them saying no, they gave in.

You had a celebrity party in your head as they both snuggled up to you once more. When you three woke up again though- oh dear they were LATE asf.

With multiple fucks, shits, missed calls from papyrus, blaming you for your cheek while you felt extremely proud of yourself , let's just say they were in a lot of trouble.

But don't worry they'll get they're revenge no matter how many cuddles it takes.

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Here you go sweetie enjoy da fluffy mafia husbones!

I'm glad you like the poly husbones because I can't express how much joy it brings me to write them! 🤣❤💙

[charliedawn]

Any fandom/slashers would date ftm asexual

I just feel sad and lonely right now

P.S love your work

(Thank you. And I hope you'll like this work.)

Pennywise :

"That makes us both, doll."

Pennywise has an aversion for touching and being asexual kinda goes with it. Well, he is asexual in the sense that he would understand your situation and respect it.

He was actually surprised when you confessed to him and felt confused, as he never doubted you were too.

He could feel it, but didn't think it was his business, until you asked if he was bothered by it.

"Bothered ? No offense. But, I chose you because of it. You are nice, and what we got going is good. I don't need s*x for us to work."

To sum it up, Pennywise is fine just living in peace with you and wouldn't mind at all that you are asexual.

Don't worry. If you hadn't said anything ? He would have still figured it out.

Perks of being a mind reader.

Patricia (The Horde) :

"Oh, honey..Don't worry. It's normal. I don't care about that. You're perfect."

Patricia wouldn't mind.

She's the kind of person that wants to leave her chastity intact forever, so it would work for her.

She likes you because you always were and are kind to her, even when she explained her situation to you.

However, the whole going from a woman to a man might be confusing to her at first.

But, she's working on her acceptance and would understand in the end.

"I'm sorry I didn't get it right away, but we love you either way, sweetie. You'll always be the best thing that happened to us and nothing will change that." *kisses your forehead lovingly*

Jason :

Asexual ? What's that ?

You would have to explain to him what it means and Jason would listen attentively.

He would think about it and finally shrug.

"Jason..Doesn't care..Likes Y/N, because nice to Jason."

He wouldn't mind.

He's been taught all his life that s*x is bad and was only allowed very few distractions in his life.

He wouldn't know how to "do s*x" even if he wanted to.

Innocent and clueless in this area. Virgin to the bone.

I would be surprised if he even had a boner in his life.

"Jason..Happy with Y/N. Doesn't..want them to leave." *hugs you*

He would accept it and be happy either way.

Shigaraki :

Shigaraki.

😂

Considering he could actually kill you on accident by not focusing for one minute.

S*x might not be his priority in life.

He would be happy to find someone willing to love him and understand his struggles when it comes to his powers.

He was actually the one who told you he couldn't actually commit to the deed from the beginning.

He was afraid of accidentally hurting you.

"I can't..lose focus. I can't hurt you. You're..okay with that, right ?"

He was so nervous at first, but relief washed over him when you confessed you were asexual.

"That's..good. Thank you."

Vanya/Viktor :

Viktor would understand your struggles and sympathize, as he had to go through the same transition.

He would date you and help you.

He would support you and make sure you feel as comfortable as possible in the relationship.

Viktor *takes your hand and smiles* : "There's nothing wrong with being different. You are amazing, and I can't wait for you to meet my family. They'll love you, because I sure do."

Viktor who is usually so unsure about everything in his life, was so sure about you.

He knew dating you would be the best decision of his life.

And, he turned out to be right.

You would also protect each other from other rude narrow-minded people and understand each other in a way that no one else can.

Armitage Hux :

General Hux had been asked multiple times to marry and fond a family, so he may produce more children for the First Order.

He couldn't exactly disobey and say that he had no intention of having an heir.

It would be considered treason and Hux liked his head attached to his neck.

He then found you and realized you were an asexual as you were talking to a stormtrooper trying to flirt with you.

He quickly lost interest, while Hux's only grew and he decided he would take you as his partner and hence, he would have an excuse to not produce any child for the First Order.

You would be a valuable asset to his plans...And slowly turn into something more.

"I was lost before you and I..I thought I would never find someone so similar to me..someone that would understand me. But, you became someone I can't find myself without.."

J :

"Ace..*smiles* Did you know that the ace is the highest playing card in the deck ? It means excellence and whoever gets an ace is one lucky fellow." (I know. I already used that in another post, but I just thought it was too good to waste.)

He would support and kiss the back of your hand like a true gentleman.

Once J likes you ? It's forever.

He wouldn't care about having s*x. The guy is the mastermind of crime and would be happy if you just stayed with him.

He is not judgemental.

No. Sorry. That's not what I meant.

He IS judgemental. But, not when it comes to sexuality.

He just judges society in general. But, he wouldn't judge you for being different.

He likes different.

J *smiles widely* : "There's nothing I love more than a man who knows what he wants ! And you ? You look like you found it ! I respect you even more for that !"

Stephen Strange :

"Really ? Oh..Well, I didn't know that."

Liar. He knew. There are no secrets you can hide from Stephen Strange.

He can see the multiple outcomes of a lifetime.

Once you're in his life ? You can be sure he knows you better than yourself.

He could pinpoint the exact time and place you would meet to its very second and since he allowed it, you can be sure he would have no trouble with you as a person.

He will accept you.

There is nothing Stephen hates more than fake people. And, when he saw you in his future ?

He fell for your honesty and knew there would be nothing you could say or do that would break that.

As long as you have a bright mind, Stephen will love you either way.

Stephen *smiles fondly at you* : "You glow, and if I had to choose between you and anyone else in this world who I could have s*x with ? Guess what ? I would choose you. Every time."

Hannibal Jr. :

"Interesting."

Now, Hannibal Jr. has had s*x before, but let's say, it wouldn't be a problem for him.

He tested his preferences, and turns out ?

He grew bored of it.

Hannibal Jr. doesn't care about s*x or that you're a man. He is open-minded, but he would also be cautious.

Hannibal Jr. is not one to give his trust easily. His love even less.

He would first learn as much as he can and see if you are worth it ? (Very complicated man)

But, once you've gained his interest ? He would be one of the best partners you can have and bring you everywhere, make you see the world.

He's very cultured and as such, has been to many different places.

One thing is for sure, you would never get bored with him.

Besides, he is an individual who eats people, let's say nothing can faze him.

Luna Lovegood :

Luna. Luna is peculiar and she knows it, is proud of it even.

She would never judge anyone.

She would be happy to date you, if you wouldn't mind her constant "loony" behavior and her regular "nargle" hunts in return.

Luna *giggles and shows you her new finding excitedly* : "Look ! I found one ! A purple nargle ! They were supposed to be extinct !"

She was the first to discover a new race of nargles and bring it to the minister of magical creatures.

She wouldn't make an issue out of your sexuality. She would be just as happy to make you tag along on her many adventures.

Luna *tilts her head to the side when you tell her* : "And ? That's great. Is it supposed to be a problem ?"

Bless her soul. The girl is too good for this world.

[tennessoui]

Omg pleasee do “Don’t be fucking rude.” for kuwtsk in honour of the iconic scene from the other keeping up with 🤣🤣🤣 (no one hitting each other with a bag though 😅).

hey hi!! hello!! this IS set in the KUWSK universe (ao3 tag here) in honor of it breaking 800 (!!!!!!!) kudos on ao3 and also yes it's just an iconic line from the Kardashian show lol

so this original draft (no written words just me thinking in my mind and coming up with dialogue and text) had it be a story where one of the twins (10 years old) tells the other twin "don't be fucking rude" and KUWSK obikin freak out and point fingers at each other because well I know for sure I DID NOT teach the child that word so YOU must have taught the child that word!!!

and they go on and on and fight very pettily about who cursed in front of the baby and WHOEVER did it should just ADMIT IT because the more times anakin sleeps on the couch the crankier he gets (obi-wan is allowed the bed because he has a bad back and anakin still loves him even if he taught his kid how to say fuck)

and then it's padmé who said it around them by accident while on a business call.

BUT i JUST wrote a KUWSK fight so even though i love writing them petty and dickish towards each other, this happened instead:

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Obi-Wan is in the kitchen making the twins hot cocoa.

It’s a bit of a complicated process, seeing as how Leia thinks she’s lactose intolerant because her best friend at school is, so now she’ll only drink coconut milk and soy milk. Luke hates coconut milk with a strange sort of passion that only ten year olds who have recently come around to the concept of liking and disliking things can.

Leia is not lactose intolerant, but Anakin figures they should respect her dietary wishes and Obi-Wan agrees.

But they’re out of soy milk. So instead of whisking milk to simmering temperatures in one pot, he’s got one pot on the left eye of the stove and the other on the right eye and two children on both of his legs.

Fuck, the milks look the same.

Which one was the coconut again?

He’d try it himself, but he’s allergic to tree nuts. Surely he put the coconut milk in the pot to his right. Right? That’s the leg that Leia is clinging to, so it makes sense that that would be the decision he made.

Which would mean the left pot would contain the 2% milk that Luke favors.

Right?

Damnit.

With his free hand, he texts Anakin. Anakin love, will you stop at the store and pick up some soy milk?

The response rushes back immediately. My plane literally just landed.

Congratulations! He texts, adding the cocoa powder to both milks before they start to curdle. Now, about that milk…?

Did you even cook dinner? For your starving husband who has toiled away for the last week in order to put bread on the table? Anakin’s fingers must be flying across his keyboard.

I’m sure you did a lot of toiling in the harsh sun and ocean paradise of Scariff.

It was a work trip, Anakin replies. Obi-Wan sniffs. His work trips have never been nicer than a two day stint to Alderaan for a conference, lodgings not included.

Tech companies. 

Instead of picking up that thread of bickering, he adds the smallest amount of cinnamon and vanilla. The twins like the Healthy Living brand best, he texts his husband.

Obi-Wan, I’ve been grocery shopping for them for ten years, Anakin texts back. You’ve done it MAYBE ten times.

This is fair criticism. But also, The last time I went you threatened to throw the tomatoes I lovingly chose at my head.

They were bruised! You picked the ones from the bottom of the pile! Why! 

This is an age-old argument that Obi-Wan could have in his sleep. I thought the best tomatoes were the ones that weren’t exposed to light!!

THAT’S POTATOES BABY!!!!

“What are you smiling at, Obi?” Leia asks. 

“Just your daddy being silly,” he tells her after sending a text that says you forgot the comma, baby.

Anakin sends back a winking emoji and a Sorry,,,,,Professor,,,,,,, and Obi-Wan is in love all over again.

Soy milk, he texts back before pocketing his phone.

Now the most pressing question: would it be better to give the maybe-coconut-milk-maybe-regular to Luke or to Leia? Luke would surely kick up a fuss if he has to taste coconut. Like Leia’s lactose intolerance, a disease that can appaarently be transmitted through close contact, Luke has discovered a new and sudden deadly allergy to tree nuts that matches Obi-Wan’s perfectly.

But Leia will throw up a huge stink as well, if she doesn’t get the coconut milk.

And Anakin is thirty minutes away, probably an hour if he really did just land.

Obi-Wan turns off the flames and strokes his beard thoughtfully. As always when he’s stuck in a situtaion he doesn’t quite know how to solve, he thinks about what the greatest parent he’s ever known would do.

It’s of little help this time. Anakin would probably just point and laugh at him, because his husband’s propensity to be an asshole sometimes outweighs his natural parenting talent.

“Alright, darlings,” he decides. The truth is neither of the children are actually allergic to tree nuts or dairy. If he gets it wrong, he can correct the mistake instantly by just switching the cups. It’ll just be a bit of complaining, but it’s not like anyone’s life is really in danger. 

Carefully, he pours both pots into plastic souvenir mugs (the kids are too old to not find sippy cups offensive, but that doesn’t mean Obi-Wan trusts them to not accidentally shatter glass and then cut themselves to death on it by accident). “Who wants whipped cream?”

Leia apparently tolerates the lactose in the whipped cream. “My body is very smart,” she had said primly, when Anakin had pointed out the dairy content of a can of whipped cream to her a few weeks ago.

Obi-Wan thinks it’s because it looks very fun and Luke always requests extra. Luke will request sprinkles if he thinks he’s been good enough to deserve them.

He hasn’t yet figured out that Obi-Wan always gives him sprinkles if he asks. This is probably for the better.

He sets the hopefully coconut milk hot chocolate in front of Leia, whose eyes light up at the bright red mug. Luke is similarly excited for his shockingly pink one, piled high with whipped cream and made with (hopefully) 2% milk.

—---

Obi-Wan is wrong.

An hour and thirteen minutes later, he’s still hearing about it. Not directed at him, of course. The twins know better than to be so openly rude to their Obi, who they know will probably cry about it or stop giving them treats when Anakin is looking away. But that doesn’t mean they haven’t shut up about the pros and cons of coconut milk and cow milk since.

Obi-Wan had even offered to run to the store himself and get soy milk, seeing as how Anakin is taking his sweet time coming home himself. Obi-Wan’s last hope in the entire universe is that their daddy’s arrival home will snap them out of the petty bickering, because Obi-Wan is going to pull out his hair.

He’s moved rooms three times now. They just keep following him.

“Coconut head!” Luke tells Leia. It’s admittedly very rude, but Leia has taken to mooing at him every time he says anything at all, so Obi-Wan doesn’t know who really has the high ground of maturity here.

“Children, please,” Obi-Wan rubs at his forehead. This is all very frustrating, especially because it’s his mistake and he knows Anakin would never have made such a mistake, but Obi-Wan has not been sleeping well. For the first time in years, his bed is too big. 

He’s lonely. Anakin has been gone for too long and now he’s going to come back to his old husband near tears as one child probably swears off animal products for good while the other decides to become a carnivore, and—

“Husband! Children! I am home!” Anakin calls from the entryway, and Obi-Wan is not ashamed at all for how fast he rushes to throw his arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Fuck Scariff,” he murmurs fervently into his husband’s neck, pushing him up against the wall by the mirror. “Never do that again.”

Anakin laughs, sounding slightly breathless and smelling of travel, and bends his head down to kiss the only part of Obi-Wan he can reach: his ear. “Need I remind you that you’re the one who led that month-long study abroad?”

“I understand now,” Obi-Wan promises, nuzzling further, closer. “That was stupid of me. The twins are trying to kill me. Will you love me when my hair isn’t red anymore? I’ll be gray-headed by the time they’re sixteen.”

“You’re in luck,” Anakin tells him, pushing him away enough so that he can tuck a loose bit of hair behind his ears worshipfully. “I think the idea of you as a silver fox is really sexy.”

Obi-Wan kisses him. It’s a miracle the twins haven’t interrupted them yet, so while they’re busy, he takes his hello kiss with both hands gripped firmly in Anakin’s traveling coat and his mouth open wide.

“Baby,” Anakin pants when they separate. “Baby, I have to tell you something.”

“What?” Obi-Wan breathes back. Anakin makes him feel so many things. So many twisted, beautiful, wonderful things, that sometimes it’s hard to think straight.

“Baby,” his husband tells him solemnly, pushing him back with one hand so he can bring whatever he’s holding in his right hand up to eye level. “You’re my soy-lmate.”

Obi-Wan blinks at the carton of soy milk in his husband’s hand and then back at Anakin. “Are you late getting home because you stopped and googled soy puns in the parking lot of the grocery store?”

“It was our driveway, but yes. Ab-soy-lutely.”

“I’m never sleeping with you again,” Obi-Wan marvels, taking a step away. “This is the death of all things holy and divine.”

“That’s so sweet, baby, you see heaven when I touch you? And never soy never, I think I’m quite convincing.”

Obi-Wan wants to throttle his husband. “I can’t believe I had good news I wanted to tell you. Too bad we have to get a divorce now.”

Anakin pouts. Obi-Wan wants to kiss it off him because the man is ridiculous but he’s his and he’s going to be his forever. Death do them part, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Anakin says, roping him back into his arms and leaning back against the doorway. “I got you the soy milk. Give me a proper hello.” “In the hallway?” Obi-Wan replies in a murmur. The kids are yelling in the background, and there are noises that should be concerning, the banging of things and loud crashes. But Anakin is here, in his arms. “I expected soy much better from you.”

He can feel Anakin’s grin against the side of his neck when the man buries his face there, arms tightening.

“What’s the good news?” He asks, pressing a single, delicate kiss on his neck. “You’re killing me here, Kenobi.”

“Kenobi-Skywalker,” Obi-Wan corrects absently, running his fingers through the blond curls he loves so dearly, it might just kill him one day. He thinks about the children he loves beyond all words in the other room. He thinks about the papers on the table, the ones sent from the agency, the ones telling them that they’ve been approved for adoption. He thinks about the man in his arms, so trusting and beautiful and perfect. He thinks dying from love isn’t the worst way to go.

“Kenobi-Skywalker,” Anakin repeats worshipfully, like he agrees even though he doesn’t know anything at all about the papers just yet. “Wait—” he tenses and then pulls back, frown marring his face. “Why is our daughter mooing?”

Obi-Wan sighs, reality rushing back into their bubble. He separates them completely and grabs the soy milk from Anakin’s lax hands. “Anakin love, when she’s mooing, she’s your daughter."

[solaeter]

Hey, i saw that your requests were open and i couldn't help myself. Could i request a fic of either Baji or Chifuyu with a girlfriend who truly believes the only good thing about her is her looks and that once the boys figure it out they'll leave her? Sorry, it's just that "person who grew up only ever being valued over their looks secretly is insecure and truly believes that besides that they have nothing to offer" is one of my favorite tropes and i can never seem to find any content of it

—Pretty n Insecure ft. Baji | sfw 

Titles are the bane of my existence! But I decided to do Baji for now and if you want Chifuyu, just lemme know and I can do his another time  ♡ Hope you enjoy and all feedback is appreciated!!

Warning[s]: Cursing, fluff, unedited because we embrace the chaos!

Word Count: 1.1k

Request Status: OPEN 

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"Shit Baji, your girl is smokin'."

"How'd you manage to win such a sexy lil thing Baji? Is he paying you? He has to be."

You've heard it all. From endless streams of compliments thanks to your fortunate gene pool and self care, or little jabs that your beauty must be the reason why you get what you want. But when you look at yourself in the mirror at night, you don't see what others see. Staring back at you is a soul that is scared, one that fears you'll be tossed aside once your boyfriend comes to his senses. You're nothing more than eye candy that hugs his side.

Yet you hide that fear behind your charming smile, putting on a mask that dares not to crack under anyone's judgmental gazes. You're envied for being pretty, rumored to be a mean person because of your looks. But you were nice, rather timid and more humble than the rude souls that pointed fingers. Baji defended you any time it was needed and he was truly too good for the world despite his violent tendencies. He always looked at you so lovingly, eyes void of their usual mischief and filled with something even he was still unfamiliar with.

And your mind toyed with you. It was all temporary, you were disposable. Nothing more than a pretty face to show off. It ate at you daily, and you tried your best to deny it. Because why would Baji do such a thing? You were pretty sure he wasn't capable of even thinking like that considering he only thinks about banging you, cuddling or catching cars on fire. Low and behold though, you had an internal bully that was slowly breaking you down.

"Why you frownin'?" Baji snapped you out of your thoughts, getting right in your face and squinting. You were supposed to be enjoying your date with him, yet you ended up staring off more often and mumbling here and there when he spoke to you. Baji liked to assume he knew you pretty damn good and he could tell something was eating at you. Especially since you have been talking about this date all week and you're now distant as can be.

"Oh, it's nothing. Been a long day." You flash a bright smile, one that you hoped he'd buy and take. Baji leans back and observes you, eyes still wary as you blink up at him, feigning innocence.

"That's a bunch of shit. Afraid ya can't talk to me?" He asks, sounding mildly offended while he takes your hand in his, dragging you away from lingering and curious souls. You don't get to protest and you mumble an apology when your shoulder accidentally bumps into someone else and your eyes stay locked onto Baji's back.

"Baji, I said I'm fine. What makes you think something is wrong?" You're curious as he stops and plops onto a bench, legs spreading wide as he pats his leg for you to sit on. Which you do and he looks up at the starry sky.

"I've had to put up with your constant bitching about makin' time to come out here and enjoy the festival and now you're lost in your own fuckin world." Baji bites, not meaning to sound fed up or anything. He was genuinely concerned and you bit the inside of your cheek. "I just worry, okay?" His voice softens, fingers rubbing small circles in your lower back.

You sigh, wondering how you would even explain yourself? Because what if it sounded completely stupid? Or he ends up agreeing with your fears? That you're only good for your looks. Oh it scared you so much.

"Um..it's stupid really." You mess with your hands, words failing you as Baji watched you curiously. He never really saw you act like this, all worked up unless it was over clothes or something girly. So to see you actually bent out of shape over something? Baji didn't want to leave you alone until he knew what or who it could be that was causing this.

"It can't be as stupid as Pah-Chin, so c'mon and tell me what's bothering you."

"Now that's just rude," You scold lightly and Baji scoffs, urging you on by motioning with his free hand, "um..do you just love me because I'm pretty?" There it was, out in the open. Your face burns and you chew your bottom lip, biting down hard as Baji stares at you.

Did he hear that right? "What kinda question is that? Yeah, sure you're smokin' hot but...who said I only loved you for your looks?" Baji questioned and you blink, shaking your head quickly. The last thing you needed was for him to go on some violent warpath for no reason.

"No, no! It's just one of my..insecurities. I feel like people only like me or whatever because I'm pretty and nothing else." You mumble quietly, eyes cast downward in shame. Saying it out loud felt so odd, ridiculous and stupid just like you thought. Why would someone like you have insecurities?

"You're stupid smart and you help me when I can't figure shit out, you got a heart of gold and you make me a better person. I'm not good with this comfort shit but you're more than just your looks." Baji says bluntly, pulling you close so that your head rests against his chest. He didn't have the smoothest way with words and he spoke off the top of his head but it seemed to do the trick. He could feel you shaking in his arms and when he tipped your head up to look at him, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"I-I was scared you'd wanna leav–" You stumble on your words but you're cut off as Baji smashes his lips on yours. He didn't want to hear your blubbering about him leaving you, instead he rather shower you with affection. You melt against him, hands moving to rest on his shoulders, your mind is made into mush as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently until he releases it and nudges his nose against yours.

"I ain't leaving you, not now. Not ever. You're stuck with my ass." Baji reassures gently, giving you a toothy grin that has your heart fluttering.

"Good, cause same," You smile, wiping your eyes, "though I am sorry for ruining tonight." You glance at the time on your phone and pout. Curfew was in half an hour and you spent all evening being a baby.

Baji stands with you in his arms, hands planted right on your ass as he walks away further from the bustling festival. "You didn't ruin anything. Just talk to me next time you're feeling sad or..doubtful." He didn't understand girls or their ever changing emotions. But he didn't like seeing you sad over something that is easily reassured. So he'd always be there for you, regardless.

"Thanks, Kei. I love you." You fling your arms around Baji's neck and hug him tight, earning a low chuckle and a swift smack on the bottom.

"Love you too baby."