#this was way to long winded I overdid it

[lxvebun]

whisper of the heart pt II

bun's notes: I'm really glad you guys enjoyed the first one so much :3 hopefully you will like this one as well.

synopsis: Genshin boys voicelines about you!

content:Alhaitham/Kazuha/Thoma/Cyno x gender neutral reader (so they/them prns used) in this series, their vision is in tune with their emotions, part one explains it the best. Cyno was incredibly difficult i'm sorry if it sucks shsjsjs. Eng is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

Part one

Alhaitham

About y/n:

"y/n and I go a long way back. They are a very intelligent, kind, and creative person. We studied under the same masters. Academic rivals? I wouldn't go as far as to say we were rivals per se, but the occasional competition between who got the highest score on an essay wasn’t out of the ordinary. Who won? Well, our scores wouldn't differ much at all actually. Even to the decimal, we usually got the same. When they asked our masters how such different essays could receive the same score. According to our masters, it seemed I lacked creativity in my writing, as they overdid the creative aspect. The masters words, not mine. Although I’ve read hundreds of books and essays in my life already, none could compare to the way y/n wrote theirs"

About vision:

"Unlike other people, I’d say I have decent control over my emotional elemental power, it at least doesn’t manifest in an obnoxious physical sense. That said, as much as I try to control it, the light of my vision starts to flicker and flutter to the rhythm of my heartbeat. So you can imagine the light show that starts once y/n enters my view *sigh* They think it’s, and I quote, "Adorable"...I suppose that makes it alright"

About relationship:

"Hah, You’re surprised I'm in a relationship? While It’s true that I don’t appear as the most approachable person out there, not that I mind, even I am not immune to love… While there’s no scientific proof out there that soulmates exist, against all logical sense, I’d like to believe y/n and I are."

Thoma

About y/n:

You haven't met y/n? Oh, they’re such a sweetheart! such a kind and inspirational soul. I’m sure you’ve seen them run around Inazuma City or Ritou before. They have the prettiest eyes and the most lovely smile. they run a lot of errands and help with general activities and festivals. In their free time, they usually help me out with housekeeping or acompany me to the market. You’re surprised I'm talking so lovingly of them? Well, of course, I would, they are my partner after all"

About vision:

"sigh I’ve had to switch to steel handle brooms instead of the normal wooden ones. It happened one too many times that I would be sweeping the floors and y/n would come up to me, resulting in small waves of fire to flutter around... Let’s just say, I’m glad my Lord has a hydro vision.

About meet cute!:

y/n and I both share a love for animals, I actually met them while they were nursing a bird back to its strength, the poor thing was still young and completely soaked because of the heavy thunderstorms. Word went around they were caring for it and I decided to take a look and see if they needed help, little did I know that I would be meeting the love of my life. We routinely feed the stray dogs and cats together when we’re both free:)"

Kazuha

About y/n:

" I was able to sense their presence in the wind long before I met them. A fragment of my soulmate in the form of a warm summer breeze, bearing the scent of roses and those familiar mapel leaves. As much as I wanted to follow it, I was still a wanted man after all. I couldn’t just return to Inazuma, no matter how much my heart cried for it.

At that time I started to keep a journal on what I was doing, what I was thinking of, and where in Teyvat I was whenever the wind carried them to me, So I could show it to them when we did finally meet. I never had the chance to finish that journal because our paths crossed sooner than I expected. Apparently, just as the wind carried them to me, it did the same for them. Fate has an interesting way of bringing people together. From the moment I stood face to face with them, I knew who they were and by the sparkle in their eye and the way they immediately rushed into my arms, I can guess it was the same for them. We’ve been wandering together ever since"

About vision:

"I’m well aware of how visions respond to your emotions. I don’t actively try to fight it, In a way, i think it’s quite romantic how my vision responds to seeing y/n by sending a breeze through their hair or twirling flower petals around them. They don’t seem to mind either"

About love language:

"From the moment y/n and I met, we decided to travel together. With every step we took, we got to know each other better, and with every rest under the starry night sky, our relationship grew stronger. They love nature as much as I do, and while I show my adoration for it in poems and music, they show their appreciation in colorful paintings and sketches. If we ever run out of paper on the road, I’m not against them using my arms as a canvas, the same way they allow me to ink love poems onto their skin. That way it doesn’t matter how far apart we are, we wear our love for each other on our skin

Cyno

About y/n:

"y/n? The fact that they are my partner is not something I tell many people, but since we are so close, yes, they are. They joined the forest rangers a while ago, I met them when I dropped of some books from the Akademiya Tighnari needed. And while I gave them to Tighnari, I decided it was a good time to tell my new joke…..Tighnari did not find it amusing, but y/n did. To this day, their laughs are still the sweetest melody I've heard, and I'm fortunate to hear them every day through my excellent jokes.

About vision:

"Please, don’t bring that up, I still feel bad about it. I didn’t know my vision would respond so strongly……fine, the first time y/n and I held hands, I got so...flustered I accidentally send a small shock wave where our hands intertwined. They weren’t hurt, but I still feel bad about it. It hasn’t stopped them from holding me though, I’m glad about that

About TCG:

"y/n and I are both quite the genius invokation tcg players, and the more rounds we play the more....energetic we get. Let's just say that Puspa cafe does have a noise limit....

For my birthday they got me a beautiful commissioned card with artwork of us on it. Having it around has become a good luck charm for me. I always keep it on the very top of my deck.

Thank you for reading angels!

[pankowperfection]

Oh my gosh hi!! Could I please request something for Topper where he's maybe her bestfriend's older brother and he catches her in the shower? Maybe a bit of dark!Topper? Thank you so much!!!

Omg hi! sorry it too me so long to get to this. Hope you love it.

Warnings: smut, oral(fem receiving), dub con, dark!topper, 18+

Off Limits

God, I overdid it at that fucking party. I definitely smell like the mixed drink that touron sloshed all over me. I stumble up the stairs, not paying attention to what door I’m opening before I walk in.

The sight in front of me instantly sobers me up. After all these years waiting for y/n to notice me, I can barely believe my luck. She’s fully naked, steam filling the room as she massages shampoo into her hair.

The countless nights I'd spent fantasizing about her, how she'd feel underneath me while I fucked her senseless, what pretty sounds she'd make when I buried my tongue in her sweet pussy. Every dark desire I've ever had for my sisters best friend swirls through my mind, my resolve wavering with every passing second.

I take my time to appreciate her body while her back is turned to the door, each drop of water gliding down over her curves making me want to lick her everywhere. Blood rushes to my dick when she turns around, eyes still closed while she slides her soapy hands over her torso.

When her hands slip between her creamy thighs I lose the last bit of restraint, quickly peeling off my clothes as quietly as possibly. As she tips her head back to rinse out the bubbles I make my move, pushing my way into the shower and wrapping my arms around her.

“What the fuck?!” She screams, thrashing to get away from me and forcing me to bend one arm behind her, shoving her against the tile wall.

“Shhh, relax sweetheart. It’s me, Topper.”

"Top? What are you doing?"

She relaxes slightly in my hold, assuming she isn't in any danger but she couldn't be more wrong.

"Don't play dumb y/n," I whisper into her ear, her body reacting exactly how I'd planned. She shivers, unconsciously arching further into my touch. When she feels my hard cock pressing into her ass she whines, the sound like music to my ears.

"Ya know, I see the way you look at me. Always eye fucking me from across the room. So now, I'm gonna give you what you want. What we both want."

"I don't know what you're talking about Top, I'm s-sorry if I did something wrong."

She starts to shake, her eyes searching my face for something she won't find.

"Relax baby. Let me make you feel good. I bet this pretty pussy is dripping for me."

To prove my point I slide one hand down her body, my knee forcing her legs apart. When my fingers come into contact with her folds I grin in victory, she's so fucking wet. I tease through her pussy, gliding my fingers up and down agonizingly slow.

She starts to breathe heavier, eyes glazing over as her body gives in to the pleasure. "That's it baby, so fucking good for me."

When I bump her clit she moans, the sound going straight to my cock and making it twitch. I start to rub her little bud in circles, her head falling back onto my shoulder as her body winds tighter. I plunge two fingers inside and she gasps, eyes flying open to look at me while I stretch her out.

I let go of her arm, bringing my other hand up to rest on her throat. She swallows thickly, whimpers falling from her perfect lips when I start to curl my fingers inside of her.

"Top please," she begs and its the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

"Please what doll? Please stop or please don't?"

I don't get a response, her legs starting to shake as her orgasm races closer. Just when her walls start to flutter around me I stop, quickly pulling her ass backwards and burying myself inside her.

"Fuck y/n, so god damn tight." Her walls squeeze me like a vice, the urge to cum already forming low in my gut.

She braces herself on the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks from the stretch and overstimulation. I don't give her any time to adjust, I just can't resist any longer. I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in hard, her body shaking from the impact.

I'm mesmerized by the sight of her ass jiggling every time I slam inside, my pace picking up as our mixed moans fill the air. The need to feel her lips on mine, to taste her, is strong so after a few minutes of giving it to her nice and deep from behind I pull out.

I spin her around, lifting her up in my arms and pressing her against the wall. Her eyes are glued between us, staring open mouthed at my dick resting against her entrance. When she finally meets my gaze I push inside and she moans, nails digging into my shoulders at how the new angle feels.

"Don't stop. Please let me cum." Her hands tangle into my hair, tugging harshly when I hit her sweet spot. I purposefully slow my thrusts, making sure to angle my hips just right to keep making her clench around me.

She takes me by surprise, closing the small distance between us and crashing her lips to mine. She tastes even sweeter than I could've imagined, my tongue sweeping into her mouth as she hangs onto me tightly. I break away first, sponging kisses down her neck and quickly finding her weak spot.

"Oh shit," she curses, back arching further off the wall as her pussy starts to tighten around me. She reaches between our bodies, rubbing her clit and sending herself straight over the edge. I silence her screams with my mouth, swallowing her sounds as my balls start to tighten.

When her teeth sink into my bottom lip its game over. My cock twitches before I'm filling her up, struggling to keep us both upright as the pleasure washes through me. I give her a few final strokes before pulling out, setting her on her feet and watching as my cum leaks down her thighs.

I can't resist, dropping to my knees and throwing her foot onto my shoulder. She watches me closely as I kiss up her thigh, teasing my way around her swollen lips with my tongue. Her hand is in my hair again and god I love when she tugs it like that. I lick once from her entrance to her clit and she shudders, leaning into the wall for support.

She tastes like heaven, between her thighs quickly becoming my new favorite place to be. I want to watch her cum again and again. Two fingers probe her entrance before pushing inside, she moans at the sensations and my dick hardens once again. How would I ever get enough?

I lap at her clit, flicking it slowly with the tip of my tongue and loving how her body trembles each time. "God, just like that Top. Feels so good." She starts to rock her hips into my face, eager to take all the pleasure I have to give her.

"Come on baby, want you to come on my tongue." I suck her clit into my mouth, giving it gentle flicks with my tongue while I curl my fingers inside of her. She's ready to fall apart again in now time, thighs trembling before she soaks my face. I eagerly lap up every drop, licking every square inch of her sensitive flesh.

She pulls me back to my feet, pushing her tongue into my mouth and moaning at the mixed taste of our releases. "That was incredible, but this can't happen again. Your sister will kill me."

I laugh, caging her back against the wall once again. "You think one time was enough for me? No sweetheart. You're mine now and I don't care what she thinks. You better not ever wear panties in this house again. You understand?" She nods and I take the chance to leave, quickly toweling off before heading to my room, the taste of her still on my tongue.

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[lilpotatjj]

Congratulation...Captain?

Chapter 4

AN: Hey guys here we go. I'm listening all the time when I write. Thought it fits so good to the story, while reading. feel free to listen to it as well. Btw a bit of soft smut is in the beginning, otherwise mainly it's pretty dramatic and I love drama :p have fun <3

"come in!" Andy holds the door open for you and you go in hesitantly. "Your apartment?" You look around.

"Here," Andy hands you a small glass of vodka and drinks from hers. "wah Andy wait, you've already drunk so much!" you put your vodka aside and grab her arm. She looks you in the eye with a wicked look, comes up to you with a quick stride and kisses you without hesitation. You can't really respond and try to push her away.

"Andy....you've had too much to drink..." you try to say under the kisses, but Andy breaks the kiss, looks deep into your eyes and kisses you again. This time more lovingly, she puts her hands in your hair and reaches under your butt to carry you to her bed. "w..wait...I've never done this...with a woman..." Andy takes off her top and bends down to you, right above you. "Then you're not alone today...we'll find out how it works..." she grins cheekily and looks at you greedily.

Your heart is about to explode as Andy starts to undress you. She takes in every single view of your body.

"you're so fucking beautiful" she kisses your cheek, your neck and slowly works her way down to your chest to elicit a soft moan. You close your eyes and enjoy her every touch. Andy undresses completely and helps you with the rest of your clothes.

"damn....Andy..." You give her a dazed look as she sits on top of you. She starts to move slowly on top of you, kisses you and moves down between your thighs to pleasure you. You are completely winded and feel the adrenaline rush to your face as you climax far too quickly with a loud moan. Andy looks at you with a raised eyebrow and smiles. "Looks like someone hasn't let off any steam for a long time, huh?"

You put your hands over your mouth in embarrassment and whisper. "sorry"

"sssshhhh...." Andy gives you her sweetest smile and lies down next to you, covers you up and cuddles up to you. "Would you like to continue?" she looks at you questioningly and you just kiss her, run your hand all over her sensitive spots and manage to elicit a sweet moan or two from Andy.

She presses herself against your hand, snuggles closer to you and starts to tremble with excitement. "Don't stop..." she whispers in your ear. You grin cheekily and kiss the sensitive spot on her neck, causing her to moan loudly as she climaxes under your hand. The two of you enjoy being together for most of the night, regardless of the time.

The next morning you slowly wake up and suddenly feel Andy running off. "what the..." You get up and go to the bathroom where Andy throws up. "You definitely drank too much yesterday." You smile and Andy cleans herself up, rinses her mouth out and doesn't look at you.

".......w...what...why are you at my house..." she grabs her head and sighs "we were drinking and you really overdid it with the drinking...can't you remember anything?" You go to get dressed and Andy follows you. "you're naked...did we...?" Andy sits down on her bed. "sex? ...most of the night and it was great!" you sit down next to her. "w..wait what!?" Andy suddenly stands up and looks at you stupidly. "this was never planned...damn it...I'm your captain!" Andy grabs her forehead. "ok ok this can't happen again..seriously..." Andy gets ready and puts on her jacket.

"Andy wait! How long are you going to deny your feelings? Just let it happen...I love-" Andy interrupts you abruptly. "Don't say it!.....We have to go...now come on" You look after her in disappointment and finally follow her.

When she arrives at work, Andy tries hard not to fall asleep. "god my head is buzzing...." Sullivan noticed Andy's absence and follows her into the office.

When he comes in he sees Andy puking in the trash can. "Are you okay Captain?" He comes to her and strokes her back. "Yes, everything's fine...." Sullivan smells the alcohol and smiles. "You're here with a huge hangover? It's rare that you've had so much to drink." She sits down in the chair and takes a deep breath as you knock and enter. "ugh..god..." Andy huffs and Sullivan switches his gaze between you and nods. "All right..." he pats Andy on the shoulder.

After Sullivan leaves the office you look at Andy. "The Christmas preparations need to be planned. I could help you." Andy looks at you completely exhausted and just nods silently. "Look...that from last night...whatever happened there...that won't happen again..." Andy speaks in a calm tone, only this time you don't answer.

"There will never be anything between-"

"Just leave it Andy, it's enough now! I can't hear it anymore. You're the most stubborn person I've ever met-.." you interrupt her in a loud voice, but you can't finish your sentence . "-I am your captain and no other recruit!" At that moment the first call comes, you both exchange angry looks, your leaving with everyone else except Sullivan.

Andy takes a short tour to the barn and looks thoughtfully into the empty room as Sullivan approaches her. "tough night huh?" He leans on the railing next to Andy.

"hm.." andy sighs. "She doesn't even want a higher rank..." Andy speaks quietly. "And then what is it that worries you? Look...everyone here can see that there is something between you"

"There's nothing going on between me and Y/N. We obviously had sex last night and I can't remember anything haha...stupid" Andy laughs and is frustrated.

"It took so long between you and me. We both never agreed on what was going on. And now look what happened to us...divorced." Andy looks to Sullivan for help.

"You think it will happen again? You are Captain Andy and you have the opportunity now to make it better." Her expression looks sad.

"I think I love her...and it's so frustrating. It's like I'm running into a wall and never getting over it..." Sullivan nods understandingly and taps her on the shoulder with a gentle smile. "You'll do the right thing Andy, you always do" Robert leaves, leaving a lost in thoughts Andy.

"Captain here bishop, do you copy?" Andy immediately grabs the walkie talkie. "Here herrera, what is it?"

"We have an injured person, a tree fell on Y/N. Please allow me to go to the hospital." Andy immediately looks shocked. "y...yes...of course!" Sullivan sees everything. Andy's breathing quickens and she looks at Sullivan. "Andy no, you're captain, you have to stay here for-" but he doesn't get any further because Andy runs off. "You are temporarily interim captain of my Station Sullivan!" And with these words she gets into the captain's car to drive to the hospital.

-Flashback to the call-

"Anchor the tree with the straps guys!" A large tree has fallen on the street, making it more difficult to remove everything due to all the snow. "Y/N, on the frontside and Montgomery on the other side!" Both sides are apparently solid and the tree slowly floats over the ground to be loaded onto the transporter. You're standing off to the side trying to maneuver the tree when suddenly the loop holding your side of the tree breaks. The trunk brushes against you and drags you to the ground.

Bishop and the others run to you as fast as they could and see the extent of the accident. A splintered part of the tree has embedded itself in your right shoulder and is causing bleeding. "Oh god..." Bishop looks at the wound as you breathe heavily. Montgomery and Hughes hold the branch while Warren saws off a piece so as not to pull the branch out. With an additional pressure bandage, you are put on a stretcher, which the rescuers brought with them as soon as they arrived. You come to the hospital immediately.

-Flashback END-

"ok let's get an ultrasound for fast exam, we need two large four IV's wide open. every trauma labs, also calcium! GO!" Dr. Baily said while all the other doctors are messing around with you.

Andy arrives and sees the scene as if she were in a movie. She stands there looking completely lost and watching everything when you suddenly go into cardiac arrest due to the blood loss. Back among the living, you will be driven straight to an operating room.

About to have a panic attack, she collapses to her knees, holding her chest and hyperventilating violently. "Captain! hey Captain Herrera! come to you!" Travis calls. "Herrera! Andy!" Vic leans down and hugs Andy, who is still completely confused. "You have to breathe, look at me, Andy, look at me!" Vic holds her face and sees the pained look on her face.

Andy slowly comes to herself, doesn't say a single word for the entire hours during which you are operated on. Her eyes lost and perplexed, full of guilt.

Other firefighters in the group are also waiting and whisper quietly among themselves what is going on between you and Andy. Vic stands up and walks over to them. "Seriously...guys..." She understands it all well, based on her own experiences with her and Ripley. "None of your shit!"

"It's ok, Vic... leave them alone.." Travis calms her down. Dr. Grey comes out after 4 hours and looks at Andy, her expression not changing. Andy stands up and looks expectant.

What will Dr. Grey say? What's happening with Y/N? <3

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Three times thing...

Summary:

Nozel has many bad days, but he had found a shameful way to relieve his stress.

Third of the Kalola BC Ships Art series one shots ^^

I needed to make a second fic on Ao3 in the series, because this is not fluff.

Ship: Nozel x Vanessa

Type: One shot

Genre: Mature?

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes,

Word count: 671

Author's note:

I'm giving a bit of background here, since Nozel is obviously my blorbo. I chose this pose reference and had an idea for this one shot months ago. It was before my "great Nozessa research" to try to understand the appeal of this ship. I only heard of it back then so I tried to piece them together in the only way it would "canonically" make sense to me since they never interacted.

Keep in mind here that as always the Nozel I write is far away from a fluffy, sad, prince charming. I never take away his cold, arrogance and simply being an asshole. That's why it took me so long to write this, because I was trying to make it fluffy and it just didn't work. Fluff with Nozel is more of a rarity for me and I like to keep it as something special.

I dedicate this one shot to my good friend @f-oighear, because it was through discussions with her that I came to realise my stand on this ship. 💕🦅

(All Nozel ships are just those I have strong opinions on, they're not mean or anything, but I have my preferences and they're more dependant on how Nozel is portrayed in them not whoever the other person is. This means I can like a ship in one's writing and dislike that same ship written by another writer, because Nozel just doesn't feel right to me. Overall I'm very open to discussions and closed to hate or ship wars of any kind. Toxic fans stay away.)

Anyway after these long notes enjoy my take on Nozessa ^^

Ao3

Nozel was swearing under his breath, cursing himself for once again giving in to the temptation… but it was bad. The day was shit, his squad was failing on all fronts, a screwed up mission, Solid made mistakes in the paperwork leaving Nozel to deal with it and then the cook actually overdid the roast duck. Everything in the span of a couple hours. 

Nozel needed to wind down. He had a way. A very, very unfitting way. Unbecoming of a gentleman. Was he really one though? Did he deserve that name? He pulled on his hood deeper covering the silver braid. If any peasant saw him walking through the streets it would cause quite a commotion. Nozel needed to tone down his mana to not stick out within these worms. How disgusted he was he had to walk past them. 

One time thing. It did not work. It became a two time thing and a three time thing. That first time was almost an accident. She was drunk and he was no better, additionally another bad day. Oh hey a pretty face, a pretty face that wanted to go down on him? Even better. Nozel was disgusting and he knew it. He despised himself enough. 

He walked inside a familiar bar. One peasant brushed passed him and Nozel needed to control himself to not reprimand him. A frown on his face as silver brows furrowed… but then he saw her. She was right there on the stool, pouring herself another drink. Her cheeks flushed and rosewood hair let loose. Vanessa was chatting with a bartender. Why was she even gracing him with a conversation. Nozel did not understand. 

He approached her. A mysterious figure in a hood brought attention, but no more than a Royal captain would. The bartender stopped talking. 

“Upstairs,” Nozel hissed to Vanessa’s ear placing his arm on her hip. 

“Hi handsome,” she giggled. “My hot date is here,” she winked at the bartender. “No interruptions until this morning, ignore the sounds.”

A hook up. That was what it was. He was not her first one and she was not his. They simply stumbled upon one another. Physically compatible, Vanessa called them. Fine whatever that witch said… and yet maybe he could agree. 

Vanessa grabbed a glass still filled with wine as she made her way upstairs from the bar to the hotel room. He followed her quietly, as a cold shadow. However once the doors closed behind them he took off his hood. Nozel fixed his hair putting it up and approached the dresser. He folded his cloak and placed it on top. 

When he turned around he saw Vanessa had already taken off her witch hat. She was finishing sipping on her wine.

“Bad day handsome?” She smirked as she approached him.

He did not answer, she knew it was. Nozel did not have many good ones. A low growl escaped him. Get it over, make them both feel pleasure, go back home. That was it. 

Nozel reached out his hand impatiently. He slid it so that it would settle on the small of her back and pulled her closer. Vanessa smirked. The glass in her hand. 

He was about to lean down to kiss her, to go on with the deed… but he paused. There was something about that smirk, something about the way she looked at him. It made him want to stare longer, linger on her features and he did not understand why it felt warm. He did not know much warmth, even more how to interpret it. 

One night stand. Two times stand. Three times stand. He kept on coming back. 

The corners of his mouth gently tugged up. He did not even realize when that happened. She was close, her heartbeat fast and she continued to stare at him with hunger, but also something more, or was he imagining?

Fuck it! He was not going to ponder. No feelings, just a shameful fling. He leaned down making their lips meet. 

[waywardstoryenthusiast]

The Gungan General

Really liked this episode, and you can tell since I get a little long winded. As a kindness, my thoughts will be under read more.

Narrator: failed to take into account the pirates cunning. I mean, they kind of did? They switched the drugged drinks out. But still managed to get drugged. (Course there is also the fun theory that they weren't drugged, they just partied too hard and got black out drunk.)

Okay, the way they are talking really does make it sound like they overdid it, or that Hondo's alchohol is practically lethal in how strong it was.

How long was Dooku just sitting there staring at them like that? Also the way he says, 'tried to separate us to no avail' makes me think of Mad Max Fury Road, when Max is trying to gnaw on Nux's wrist to get loose. But I suppose Dooku is too dignified for that.

Hondo makes a good point about the Separatists. As bad as things have gotten in the Republic, the Separatists are a lot worse. Even with Palpatine and all the other corruption, (as far as I know) if someone tells them no, they usually respect it. They may try to negotiate, but they're unlikely to send armed forces to subdue and take what they want by force. Which, now that I think of it, that is exactly what the Trade Federation did in the first movie to Naboo. Seems Hondo was paying attention.

The Senator Karis sounds like he's seen some shit in his time.

Oh no, the pilots and the senator died.

'~Right.~' Obi Wan puts so much into just one word, I love it.

Wait, is that Ponds?

Okay, I don't love the second hand embarrassment that comes with Jar Jar, but he is very sweet. He's clumsy, but he wants to do the right thing.

No, wait I think that's Commander Stone! And he's got a sly look on his face.

Holy shit, Jar Jar does not get enough credit? I mean he makes mistakes, and they tend to be big, but he can be rather clever.

So Obi Wan, Anakin, and Dooku being tied together is funny, but I was already mostly spoiled by Tumblr on those bits. But Jar Jar and the clones? I was completely blindsided, and I'm actually rather delighted and invested in their part. Jar Jar coming up with two good ideas, both involving observing and being good with local animals? Great, I love it, makes perfect sense! (Listen, I WILL die on the 'Jar Jar is Force Sensitive' Hill.) The bit where Jar Jar helps Stone onto his critter when his runs off? Heartwarming! The bombad clanker comment and Stone trusting Jar Jar as part of the plan? Funny, and brilliant! I am officially Charmed.

Stone has weaponized Jar Jar Binks!

Yikes, Dooku was actually pretty scary there.

I do like Obi Wan being honorable and how it calls back to Hondo saying how even with a galactic war, he expected someone to still be honorable. And someone is, Obi Wan and the jedi. (Well, Anakin has some issues he needs to work on, but that's kind of his character.)

Really liked this episode, let's see if I can be a bit faster on watching the next!

[hueieve]

5:30 PM

a headcannon au after the bsd port mafia arc.

Under the ocean-hued sky owned by the cluttered city of Yokohama was Chuuya hastening his steps towards the Port Mafia's headquarters. It was already four in the afternoon, sweat trickling down his skin from the exertion of energy in his course and the continuous guilt thumps of his heart. His presence was supposed to be made known an hour ago but he overdid his job, taking his time to savor every bones he could rive from their enemies.

It was the end of the week; a day wherein everyone hopes for the comforting colors of the rainbow to present itself after numerous downpours. This was the day that Kouyou hoped for as she patiently waited for Chuuya. The woman doesn't mind the long wait at all. Her ceaseless thoughts occupied her ever since Kyouka chose to become a part of the Armed Detective Agency to find this light- a thing this woman in reverie was deprived her whole life.

"Ane-san!"

The ginger received nothing from the other and so a tap in the shoulder did the work.

"Oh, Chuuya."

"Sorry I was late." Chuuya cleared the lump in his throat upon noticing how the eyes of Kouyou glittered with tears. "Ane-san, we should go now.

Jeez, the last time you cried was like babysitting a brat."

Kouyou could only shrug her shoulders and chuckle away the slightly foul remark of Chuuya.

For a woman who strictly holds herself up, it is true that once a part of her falters, her inner insanity comes near to unleash itself. She was lucky enough to have Chuuya as her coming to grief's only witness. Kouyou knows he understands even if this man is intentionally being opaque to his truest chords.

Chuuya lets the older walk ahead of him. It was a decision made out from respect and from his urge to furtively check up on Kouyou. Her womanly poise, the placement of her hair ornaments, and the way her pink and purple overlapped kimono is worn, he observed, was all over the place. He knew she hasn't been getting over her major slump.

"You have to understand that I was under the influence of alcohol. It would've been easier for you if I was sober back then." Kouyou explained herself.

"Oh, you were? Sorry I forgot." Chuuya's tone was glib; born from the fact that his attention was now fixed into making sure his coat was in a good state despite folding it. The stir of the winds gradually increased as they trudged closer to the said place therefore he didn't felt the need to wear his coat. The zephyr's touch was soothing to their blazed skins and they did not let this chance to slip away from them.

It's 5:00 in the afternoon and the sky was about to settle for its night appearance. Kouyou and Chuuya's eyes were fixated at the scenery before them. The expanses of the glittering water and the twinkling city lights gave serenity to one's soul. The bridge was the dilly and the blue firmament complemented its overall beauty. And Chuuya diverted his gaze to the beaming Kouyou. At least the scarlet woman still held that motherly smile he had grown accustomed to.

Kouyou stood there in silence, in realization, and in complete surrender to the truth. Kyouka's better off from the shackles she had imprisoned the child in. She had all the right to discover her own light and not live from someone's darkness

- from Kouyou's darkness. Kyouka would've gone worst if she resides under the foundation of the Port Mafia.

"She will be fine. As long as she has something to seek for then she isn't losing herself yet." It was rare to hear Chuuya buoy up a person but once he does, he would immediately jump out of that jar he attempts to fill in. See how he fished out his lighter and backed a little away from the woman, puffing out the intoxicating smoke from his cigarette. Chuuya was embarrassed.

"Yokahama's really beautiful, isn't it? Vibrant in color and favored by nature yet it is sustained by darkness and blood."

"Ruled by three organizations with ideals conflicting against one. The clash makes this city interesting." Chuuya ends the exchange of thoughts.

Then it was 5:30 in the afternoon.

[aquamarinest]

rest day in style

brought to you by my crying muscles from surfing too long yesterday

so. you've had a little bit too much fun doing that sports/exercise yesterday huh? you can't even get out of bed properly now because of the soreness. don't worry, i got you! here is how we're gonna spend the day.

1. sip some water

if you have a water bottle or a glass around, try to sip some, slowly. this will help your brain to consider going online. if you've been feeling like i do, it will be difficult for your body to want to cooperate. water helps wake you up and it's important to replenish after that intense day we've had.

2. slowed down morning routine

put on your slippers and let's go, gently. wash your face as best as you can, brush your teeth or gargle, and put on some new pjs. the fluffier, the better; or whatever makes you feel pampered. that's right, we're going to be comfy today! it's nice to put on new clothes. if you cannot move a body part yet, just change partially or skip.

3. breakfast

if you cannot handle lifting stuff up like me today, try to find things to eat on your level and that aren't too heavy. that half-empty milk bottle, bread, some fruits and nuts will do. i had a bit of leftover extra proteined 🍓 milk which helped.

4. moving (a little)

you don't even need to get up from the breakfast table or couch, just feel it out. stretch your neck, your arms, try bending from your waist and touching your legs or feet if you feel comfortable with that. it's a good way of checking in with your body, which might feel better now that some food has entered the system.

5. being kind to ourselves

it's going to be a slow day, and it's going to be a recovery day. we've done all the work yesterday, perhaps overdid it but that's okay, we can be more careful next time. for now, it's a soreness of muscles well-used. today we're going to do slower activities, whatever our bodies allow. colour pages, solve a puzzle, listen to an audiobook, spend time on the internet, watch that show you've been saving, vibe! lay down on your couch and let the day flow. try to stretch around throughout but only gently and keep some water around. resting is key today. let everyone else be themselves, and focus on your bodily and mental health. try to remember you cannot control the actions of others, but you can control your reaction.

6. winding down to bed

it's a successful day giving our bodies much needed rest! you might still feel sore but hopefully you feel more rejuvenated. if you're up to it, shower, if not, just wet a piece of clothe and wipe wherever you feel comfortable reaching. wash your face and brush your teeth, and gently follow your nightly routine. adapt it to the way your body feels.

[beelzegrub]

can I request what would happen if we summon them while we're on human realm bc we missed them so much but lose so much blood in the process I don't really know I'm a sucker for these kind of things. thank youu!!

EDIT FROM FUTURE OP: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months half finished and I finally found the motivation to finish. Anon, I’m so sorry for the wait. You’re a sweetheart ❤️ I was only able to do the three eldest though and I’m so sorry!!

Um hello??? I love this so much thank you!!! I thought it was kind of silly to go through all of that at the end of season 2 to just.... not use it so I’m excited about this!!!! (Sorry if this is too angsty my brain got super pumped about this and took off.

PS the request said “we” so I used a reader insert type of style. Hope that’s what you were looking for :)

MC Summons Their Demon, but at What cost?

Trigger warning!!!! Self harm/blood

How long had it been since you’d seen the him? Weeks? Months? Who knows. They all blended together after while. All you knew is that it had been too long. Why was this all so tedious? Solomon had promised to teach you the summoning ritual as soon as you could handle it. Why hadn’t he done so? Did he not trust you? Was he purposely keeping you away from the them? Surely you were strong enough at this point. Enough with the waiting. You wouldn’t sit around and any longer! You needed to see them. You needed to see him.

You flipped messily through book after book. Solomon had given you many to study for your apprenticeship. There had to be something about summoning in one of these!

“Hmm..”

You carefully read through the worn pages of one of the larger and dustier tomes. Something about this one called to you. You zoned out as you took in the information on the pages, following context clues until you found what you were looking for. The images drawn on the page seemed foreign and surprised you. A summoning circle? You had expected as much, but the repeated mentions of ‘sacrifice’ and ‘blood oath’ seemed ancient and outdated. You couldn’t help but notice there was no mention of sentimental possessions of the demon you were trying to summon as well. You were sure none of the brothers would suggest a summoning if it were dangerous though...

Out of options and out of patience, you gathered your courage and set up the ritual to the best of your ability. Things seemed to match the books instructions, at least. All that was left was the blood. You stepped into the middle of the circle and closed brought a sewing needle to the top of your finger. The book hadn’t specified the amount of blood needed, but it was better to start small, you reasoned. You closed your eyes and pricked it, quickly squeezing a single drop of blood into the center of the circle, and said the name of the person you had been desperate to see.

Lucifer

The day of the summoning, Lucifer had felt this nagging sense of danger from the moment he opened his eyes. He was so sure it was one of his brothers about to cause trouble for him once again.

Lucifer spent the day preparing for the worst. Had Mammon stolen something of vast importance? Did Levi buy another piece of cursed media? Surely Beel hadn’t eaten a poisonous dish??

That evening, tired from being on edge all day, he had retired to his study, hoping some music would help calm his nerves. He settled into his chair and closed his eyes.

Then came the pull.

It had been ages since he had felt a sensation like this. When was the last time someone had tried to summon him? Hundreds of years ago, it had to be. And it never felt as strong as this force pulling him now.

There had once been a cult of devil worshipers who sacrificed many of their members for a chance to pull him to the human world, quite surprised to find out their sacrifices had been in vain, considering Lucifer wasn’t interested in a bunch of worthless humans. But even then the tug hadn’t been this strong. Sure, he could still resist it, but the strength of it still left him awestruck. Who had the power to call to him like this?

“Lucifer!”

His blood ran cold. Immediately, he stopped resisting the call and gave in, allowing the summoning to take place.

You had done it. Lucifer was here! The strongest and most fearsome of the seven, and you had Summoned him to you. Your heart swelled when you though of how impressed he’d be when he found out you had done it all on your own. Would he praise you? Would he tease you? Would he tilt his head and smirk, then ask you if you had really missed him that much?

You smiled softly, looking up at him. The look on his face wasn’t one of pride. His eyebrows had furrowed and a frown creased deep into his face. Was he angry at you? No... you had seen his anger many times. This wasn’t it.

“MC....what have you done?”

He cradled you softly in his arms. Wait. When had he picked you up? You looked at your surroundings, the fear in the pit of your stomach ever growing. Where had all this blood come from? You had only pricked your finger! Lucifer’s hand touched your cheek, pulling your face back to him.

“Don’t look.”

You had no choice but to obey. You simply didn’t have the strength to move anymore.

“I’ve called for help, it’ll be just a moment, MC. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lucifer’s voice was soft and soothing, and you felt your tired body relax into his hold.

“I did it... I brought you here... I did it...” you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“MC, keep your eyes open. Look at me. MC! MC!”

Mammon

That day had started out much the same as always. Mammon, still sore from last nights punishment, groaned as he slumped into his desk at RAD. He rested his head in his arms against the desk, and glanced at the seat that used to belong to you. Obviously, you weren’t there, but it didn’t hurt to check....

“MC is still in the human world, Mammon.” 

Mammon jumped and sat up straight in his seat, his cheeks red from being caught.

“I know that Belphie! I was just-just uh zonin’ out! MC’s old seat just happened to be in the same direction!” He stuttered out an excuse. 

“Just call them, Mammon. I’m sure MC would be happy to hear your voice.”  Oh great, now Beel’s getting involved too. He knew his brothers meant no harm, but all this talk about MC was getting him riled up!

“Fine! I will! I’ll call MC tonight! and you two AREN’T invited!” Mammon laid his head down once again, this time hiding his face, not wanting his blush to show a second time. Tonight he’d finally hear MC’s voice again. And he could blame Beel and Belphie for the call!

 Come dinner time, Mammon had just about run out of patience. His head kept telling him to wait just a bit longer, but something in his heart was yelling for him to quit dragging his feet. 

“I’m going to my room and NOBODY better interrupt me, ya hear?!” Mammon stumbled to his feet and started marching to his room, six pairs of eyes staring at him questioningly. He only made it a few steps when he felt it. A tug. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, dizzy from the force of it. This was a summoning, wasn’t it? He had felt it plenty of times from those damn witches, but something about this was different. He turned around to look his brothers again, a look of confusion on his face.

“I...think I’m bein’ summoned.”

Levi snorted and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re guilty of something. Better just get it over with.”

The rest of the brothers mumbled in agreement.

Except Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly pushed out his chair and hurried to Mammon. Something was wrong. A simple summoning wouldn’t have this effect on a demon of Mammon’s stature. 

The pull came once again, stronger this time. Mammon winced and held his hand to his aching head. Lucifer’s hand came down to rest on his shoulder

 “I don’t know how long I can resist this. Somethin’ isn’t right. Lucifer, what’s happening to me?” He looked to his brother for help, and found the rest of them had gathered around as well, a look of concern on all of their faces. 

“Someone call for Diavolo and Barbatos. Mammon, hold on just a few more moments.” Lucifer commanded. 

Mammon would have agreed, if not for the voice that rang out clearly in his head, calling his name. 

“Mammon!”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open and stopped resisting the pull, hearing the shouts from his brothers disappear as he followed the call.

“Mammon! Mammon! Mammon Mammon Mammon! Please!” You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew it. You had fallen to your knees moments after the initial call. You could feel every drop of blood flowing out of the pin prick on your finger, but you didn’t dare give up. You had come this far, and you wouldn’t give up now. Not until you had to.

But you didn’t have to. A flash of light blinded you momentarily, and when you could see again, there he was. Standing there was the Mammon. Relief flushed through your entire body, and you stopped pouring your magic into the spell. Utterly exhausted, your body came crashing forward, landing in front of his feet.

Mammon quickly slid to his knees on the ground, picking you up off the floor and resting your head in his lap.

“You....Are you okay, MC?” Mammon tried to keep his voice even and steady, not wanting to scare you, but his hands that held too tightly and his body that quivered gave him away. 

“I am now.” You answered quietly, unsure if it was true. At least Mammon was here and holding you in his arms. Things would be okay as long as he was with you. 

“You...You idiot! Stupid! What the heck were ya thinkin’!? Can’t you see how much blood you’ve lost? This isn’t how you’re supposed to be summoning us! I’m gonna kill that damn sorcerer!” Mammon felt his blood boil with each second that passed. How Could Solomon have allowed this?

You softly squeezed his hand, not having the energy to yell for his attention. Immediately, he stopped, looking at you questioningly. 

“Solomon didn’t teach me this. He wouldn’t. But.... I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see you.” You answered.

He frowned deeply, more troubled with this answer. You had done all this just to see him? He felt a lump in his throat form. “I would have come to you. You didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to stop any tears from escaping. 

You cupped his cheek, returning the affection he so rarely showed. “S’okay. All that matters is you’re here now. I just...need....to rest....a little...” Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling at peace and calm in your love’s arms. 

Panic. Once again, Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He placed his hand over yours, trying to gently coax you into opening your eyes once more. 

“Not yet, you can’t yet, MC. We have to wait for help to come. Come on, wake up.” He knew his brothers would come. Someone would come. They wouldn’t let this happen to you. He wouldn’t let this happen to you. “MC!” When gentle touches didn’t work, he got rougher, shaking you and yelling, desperate to see your eyes open.

“Enough playin’ around MC! Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMMIT! Wake... Wake up...You have to..... Wake up....”

Leviathan

To say that Levi was missing his MC was like saying humans like air. Is it true? Yeah, but kind of an understatement. Humans needed air to live and breathe, and in his eyes, you were air. It’s no secret that Levi wasn’t exactly popular. One might even say it was well known that he was a dorky loner demon, if they were feeling particularly sassy. Being a loner has it’s advantages, like having more time for gaming and anime binging, but it sure is, well, a lonely once you’ve had someone to share your passions with. And once that someone is gone, their absence weighs heavy.

So yes, Levi was missing MC. So what? Everyone was missing MC. Why wouldn’t they? His MC was a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness. Ugh. That line sounder way cooler when the hero in his latest otome had said it. Of course his thoughts couldn’t sound that cool. But that’s not the point! Levi figured he had no right to complain about MC being gone, because he was just a gross, annoying, worthless otaku. He didn’t deserve to miss them. He was lucky he got to spend as much time with them as he did, really. 

But nobody could blame him for thinking these thoughts, right? Thinking about how much he missed the way MC would cram themselves as close to him as possible to get a look at whatever mobile game he was playing was harmless. So was remembering all the nights they’d spent binging anime and then realizing the sun was up, smiling sheepishly at each other and promising not to stay up so late next time, even though they always did. Okay, so maybe  thinking about the way they looked when they were fresh out of his shower, smelling of his soap and shampoo was less than innocent, but what was he supposed to do!? Leaning your damp head on his shoulder and curling up close to him like that! Doing things like that is bad for an otaku’s heart! You might give them hope or something...

Enough was enough! He didn’t have time to be obsessing over how much he missed MC. It was taking time away from his one and only true love. “Ruri-Chan, you’d never abandon me right? No, I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.” Levi began speaking to his latest figure. “Not to say MC IS like that! No, of course their not! They didn’t have a choice!” He stuttered out a quick fix to his hurtful words. He was glad they weren’t around to hear, but it still felt wrong to say. He was quiet for a minute, staring at his floor in shame. Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to the figure. “Do you think they miss me like I miss them?”

And then he felt it. It had been so long, but he knew this feeling.This was a summoning, wasn’t it?! Based on the intense tug he felt, it had to be a super powerful sorcerer or maybe a group of basic magic users? Honestly, he was flattered. Someone wanted to summon HIM? No, They must have made a mistake. Surely this summon was meant for one of his brothers.

Leviathan was so lost in his own self pity he missed the first two calls of his name. The third one, sounding so desperate and pleading, snapped him out of his funk in an instant. He knew that voice. Without hesitation he let the summon take him, and there he was. He was finally reunited with MC.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. When he finally saw them again, he was supposed to feel elated and whole again, not like a piece of his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But when he locked eyes with them, surrounded by blood and their eyes looking glassy, that’s exactly what he felt.

“MC! Oh no. Oh no.”

Levi. He was here. He had to be. You heard his voice and felt his presence, felt his arms circle around you and cradle you tightly against his chest. But why couldn’t you see him? And why did you feel so… empty?

“Levi? That’s you isn’t it? Why is it so dark?” Had the candles all gone out? No, even before you lit them, you remember it hadn’t been this dark. Something was wrong.

Levi inhaled shakily, holding back the sobs he desperately wanted to release. “MC, what are you talking about? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?”

Like a bolt of lighting, the realization hit you. It wasn’t dark. The candles hadn’t gone out. It was your eyes.

“No, Levi. I can’t. I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.” You shakily reach your hand up, frantically feeling around for your love’s face. Leviathan’s usual timid nature word have normally had him reeling away, but in this moment, he had no reservations as he helped guide your hand to his cheek. His lips trembled as he fought the urge to scream.

“MC…. Why would you do this? You’ve lost so much blood… and.. and your sight? I’m not worth this. I’m just a useless otaku! It isn’t fair!” His tears began to flow, the guilt of it all was ripping him apart.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you remembered the many faces of this man you had called to you. “It was worth it. I did it because I love you, Levi. I need you. After all, what good is a Henry without his lord?”

[ayamturd]

stubborn│foolish g

summary: you’ve always been there to stop foolish from pushing himself too far, in spite of how tedious it may be

warnings: over-exhaustion, mainly fluff :)

pairing: (requested) in-game foolish gamers

a/n: this was my first request writing! i’ll admit that i’m one of many that don’t appreciate foolish enough so apologies if i didn’t encapsulate him exactly

also! i played with his canon height a bit so the reader could actually interact with him lol, heads up with that

wc: (1.0k) - m.list

With the sight crunch pervading the space, you padded through the snow in Snowchester, a large coat in hand. 

The wind was howling given the incoming storm you figured was due to hit, your nose and fingers numb despite being outside for a small amount of time. Taking in a deep inhale of air, the cold felt sharp and practically burned your inner nostrils. You forced yourself to exhaled and continued to trudge forward. 

The bare structure of the large build was hard to miss, and the massive golden figure even more so. As you came closer to the constructed mansion, you paused to look up at your significant other. Foolish could sometimes be like his name suggested, too stubborn for his own good and easily invested in his projects that he would neglect his own needs. While you adored him dearly for his kind nature and true devotion to his own passion, you couldn’t help but want to strangle him at times like these. 

Arms raised to shield your face from the snowfall, you yelled out his name as loud as you could before the seemingly tall giant noticed you and slowly squatted. 

Any sane person would be afraid to approach his grand size, yet you knew better beyond how little you were in comparison to him.

He lowered his head to hear you more closely, and you moved to lay a hand to his flat nose. 

“Come inside, will you, love? You shouldn’t be out here in this weather.” Foolish, silent when in his Godly form, stared deeply at you before glancing back to the incomplete build; he wanted to finish working.

“Foolish, please. You’ve been working for far too long and I will not let you stay out here without even taking a proper break.” His eyes spoke for him as he contemplated your words, a show of slight hesitance despite your pleadings. You could only lightly smirk from his consideration, an airy laugh escaping you. 

He reminded you of a puppy more often then not, the current situation exemplifying when he wanted to listen and heed your wishes yet looked longingly at his work and his wants to continue. 

You tapped his face gently to gain his attention again, stepping a few ways back once his eyes were on you. Stuffing your hands below the gathered coat in your arms, you tried to reason with him a final time. 

“Just come inside for a few moments, please. Give me that at the very least?” Your tense shoulders slightly dropped as you tilted your head at the thought. “I miss you.” 

Lowering his head completely to the ground, Foolish’s gaze was focused down for a couple of seconds before he gave a small nod and moved to stand. 

He stood to his full height, body stiff until a green glow began to emit from his form. The light glowed brighter and brighter to the point where it forced your eyes closed, prompting you to harshly squint from the shining glare in front of you. 

Eventually, the light substantially faded and you were able to blink your eyes open. 

There he was across you, his size remarkably smaller as he transfigured to a mortal form. Before you could come closer, however, he started to sway and crumpled to his knees, a hand pushed against his forehead with the other supported his weight. You rushed forward to check on him, kneeling besides him while cupping his face, lifting it towards you. 

As your eyes darted across his features worriedly, Foolish cracked an eye open and giggled. The sound made you visibly relax, and you couldn’t help but join in. 

“Maybe I overdid it a bit,” he admitted, peering up to you from his hunched position. You shook your head in apprehension and pulled him into your chest, rubbing your hand on the back of his head. “Maybe just a tad.” 

You had figured that after spending an extended period in his Godly form, it would take a toll on him physically and possibly mentally, but not to the extent of him collapsing. Nonetheless, you were glad he was back and you were able to hold him again within your arms.

He shuddered faintly from the open air breezing by, the snow beneath you both additionally soaking your lower layers. You reached behind you to grab the thick coat you previously dropped, wrapping it securely around Foolish before you pressed a firm kiss to his forehead. 

“Let’s get inside and warm up, yeah? I’ve already prepped some hot cocoa and laid out blankets near the fire.”

Foolish lazily propped his head on your arm and looked at you with admiration. “Only if it means cuddles,” he mockingly demanded childishly. 

You rolled your eyes at his whine, yet the grin that crept on your lips said anything other than annoyance. Maneuvering your way around him, with a grunt, you fitted yourself under his arm and hoisted him up. You both steadily made your way to your shared cabin, Foolish relying on you to hold him up properly. However, just as you reached the front porch, Foolish pulled you both to a stop and shifted his body to face you. 

While significantly smaller than before, you were still forced to look up him with his given height in contrast to your own. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why he stopped. 

“Thank you, y/n.” Your expression softened as he looked anywhere but you as he spoke. “I don’t know how I’d function without you, you’re always there for me when I need it and don’t even realize it.” 

With a smile, you rested your fingers beneath his chin and leaned in to give a quick peck, grinning widely when his eyes widened from your actions. “Hey now, no need to thank me. I’ll always be here whether you need me or not. You’re stuck with me for the long run.”

Foolish beamed at your promise. “I would only hope so.”

[belliesandburps]

Our Favorites Handling Bellyaches - Part 2

I received plenty of asks about other characters responding to bellyaches, and so, here are another eight based off the characters requested!

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia):  Todoroki is canonically pretty gluttonous, just not ravenous.  So he won’t rapidly stuff his face like Bakugou or Kirishima, but he’ll steadily eat a lot and keep going with that neutral look on his soft face.  I imagine, for the most part, he doesn’t get stomach aches because he doesn’t overdo it often nor does he really change up his eating habits too much.  But from time to time, he’ll try new things which won’t always agree with him or eat just a wee bit too much.  If something he ate isn’t agreeing with him, he’ll be very subtle but blunt about it.  He’ll have this mild yet notable look of strain on his face while using his cold hand to rub his belly.  The cold side always helps to ease his stomach, which was what his mom used to do whenever lil Shoto got a tummyache as a kid.  This might cause a few gas bubbles to gurgle up his throat, but he tends to muffle those in his mouth.  Now, if he overate, he’s kind of winded.  Todoroki will head to his room and huff breathlessly as he tugs his shirt up and exposes his taut, rounded belly, feeling up just how drum-tight it is beneath his hands.  He’ll use both hands to massage his stomach in that instance; hot and cold, and try to use those abilities to ease his gut while he massages the overstuffed cramps away.  When he’s especially full, his burps get much deeper and louder.  If he muffles them, they rumble quite loudly in his cheeks, or if he really needs to get it out, he’ll throw his head back and expel a DEEP belch, which always leaves him huffing with relief after and muttering a small ‘excuse me.’  He tries not to bother Midoriya, but he absolutely loves it when Midoriya rubs his belly.  Midoriya’s touch is always deeply comforting for him and not only eases his stuffed stomach but also makes him feel safe and secure.  Plus, he finds a little amusement in how flustered Midoriya always gets rubbing his tum.

Tamaki Amajiki (My Hero Academia):  Given the way his ability works and the sheer anxiety he feels, Tamaki is incredibly prone to tummyaches.  Canonically, just thinking about something will make his stomach hurt.  Anxiety-induced tummyaches leave Tamaki whimpering and shivering fearfully as he crumbles to the ground cradling his gurgling gut, and whining that he wants to go home.  It’s...kind of the cutest freakin’ thing ever.  But given how his quirk relies on food, Tamaki will very often try new and exotic meals or eat things that don’t agree with one another, which gives him a really gnarly stomachache.  When that happens, Tamaki’s stomach is pressing out noticeably and rock-hard to the touch.  He’ll groan with a notably nauseous look on his face and find himself stifling a series of wet, gurgling belches, some of which he can’t hold in.  He gets very embarrassed about burping in public, but in these circumstances, he’s too nauseous to get anxious and nervous.  Instead, he’s resisting the urge to throw up, and desperately rubbing his belly to settle it down.  Fatgum or Mirio always suggest he drink some ginger ale to settle his tum down.  Problem is, ginger ale makes Tamaki burp REALLY loudly, and even if he’s nauseous, if he ends up letting out a HUGE burp out in public?  He may literally die from embarrassment.  Tamaki’s also a really hungry lad too, so he tends to overstuff himself from time to time.  If he does, he can sport a pretty sizable belly which he won’t admit feels REALLY satisfying, but less so if he overdid it and is suffering some seriously painful grumbles.  When Tamaki is full to the brim, he’ll whimper at the realization that his belly is very visibly bloated and everyone can see it.  He gets even more embarrassed when anyone wants to touch it or even rub it, making him whimper about wanting to crawl in his room and never leave.  But when he’s packed to the brim, he’ll use the powers he gained from whatever meat he consumed to more rigorously rub his belly, especially octopus tentacles.  Doing so works wonders for settling his stomach, but also makes him incredibly burpy.  He’ll try his best to stifle them but many will roll out of his mouth and be both throaty and surprisingly big.  Tamaki generally is a pretty burpy lad, simply because of how his stomach works to intensely process everything he eats for power.  And it’s part of why he dreads eating out with anyone.  But Kirishima and Fatgum are always amused or trying to top him, while Mirio just laughs and tells him he’s got skills.

Dabi (My Hero Academia):  Dabi’s canonically got a weak stomach.  He actually felt sick dealing with Spinner’s driving and complained about having a pretty bad stomachache.  Like Natsu, I think Dabi gets motion sick very easily.  He admits he doesn’t do well in cars, so I think the bumpier the ride the worse off he gets.  If the league is in a van together, Dabi will be in the corner, doing his best not to groan miserably while his stomach churns deeply and unpleasantly from how turbulent it’s getting.  He’ll be muffling really wet belches behind his fist, groaning after each one and mumbling that he feels like shit.  Sometimes, he’ll burp so hard that his stomach lurches and he has to clamp his mouth shut to keep from throwing up on the spot.  A good few times, the league has had to pull over so Dabi could rush out and puke off to the side of the road.  If he throws up, Dabi gets really pissed out and starts shouting at Spinner for being such an awful driver or getting mad at Shigaraki for not having Kurogiri transport them to where they need to be.  He hates showing weakness around the other villains, which is why he shows a lot of anger instead if he feels queasy.  As such, if Dabi overeats or drinks too much and gets full to the point where he feels sick, he’s less annoyed and just groggy.  He’ll slump back on his couch and unbutton his pants to give his belly some breathing room and really knead into his tight, bloated gut with both hands to try and settle it down.  When he’s full, he tends to have really deep burps, which he freely and shamelessly lets out.  Sometimes, he’ll slap the side of his bulging belly as hard as he can to let out the biggest burp he possibly can in an effort to bring whatever relief he can manage.  Dabi knows how to burp on cue, so he’ll often gulp down air and belch it back up to try and ease a lot of the pressure festering in his gut.  He also loves having his belly rubbed for any reason, so running your hands across his taut, distended middle will always help settle it down and leave him humming softly to your touch.  If he’s relaxed enough though, that can also get him ‘riled up’ for NSFW shenanigans.

Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland):  Idia is both canonically gluttonous and canonically works himself into getting some pretty gnarly tummyaches all the time.  The mere thought of having to be around people twists his poor tummy into knots that can make him sick.  When he works himself up, poor Idia will whimper and cradle his stomach while it gurgles in discomfort.  He’ll actually tear up a little bit and whine about needing to hide out back in his room, unless Ortho drags him back into place.  The little robot will offer to rub his big brother’s tummy to make it feel better or suggest they get something from Sam’s shop to help settle Idia’s stomach.  Idia will be a whimpering, whining mess either way.  He also tends to give himself really bad hiccups when he’s anxious and nauseous.  He gives these loud, adorably high-pitched hiccups that leave him whimpering and covering his mouth, tearfully worried that someone’s gonna get really annoyed with him for being so loud.  When he’s overstuffed because he ate way too much without even realizing it (as he tends to), Idia will groan and sit down on his bed, massaging his bulging belly and feeling it gurgle and churn heavily beneath his hand.  Idia’s natural warmth processes what he eats faster than most people, which gives his tummy a much softer, sloshier feel to it when he’s stuffed to the brim.  So when he rubs, he’ll actually knead into his temporary belly fat, crooning at how good it feels.  But being stuffed also makes him pretty burpy, especially when he’s just binged on a bunch of sweets, junk food or soda.  Any time he ever eats, he’s in his room. So, if he’s alone and he ends up letting out a huge burp, Idia will cover his mouth but actually giggle with amusement.  But if the Prefect is in there with him rubbing his belly when Idia burps, he’ll whimper and apologize profusely.  If he knows the Prefect likes ‘em, he’ll still whimper because he’s embarrassed about the way the surface of his soft, plush belly ripples when he burps really loudly.  The Prefect will insist that they like that too, and Idia be flustered because he’s not used to people being attracted to him, so he’ll try and hide behind his sleeves adorably or bite on his oversized sleeve anxiously. 

Venom (Spider-Man):  Venom is a ravenous eating machine, so there’s very, very, VERY little that can upset that perpetually hungry belly of his.  But one thing we canonically know doesn’t sit well in Venom’s stomach is other symbiotes OR extra spicy stuff.  So if Venom gobbles up another symbiote, he’ll store it in his belly trying to absorb it, but the thing will savagely thrash around inside of his belly, seeping out to the surface.  Doing so will make Venom very gassy, and he’ll end up burping uncontrollably while fighting to keep the rogue symbiote back down.  Sometimes, Venom will burp so hard that the symbiote will partially spew out of his slimy maw, only for Venom to grossly slurp it back up before it can escape.  If he has to hold it in long enough, it will make him very nauseous, to the point where his burps grow wetter and he ends up looking miserable and whining at Eddie to do something, which Eddie will just exasperatedly tell him this is entirely his fault.  When it comes to overeating, Venom literally can’t eat too much food to make himself sick.  Sooooo, the only overeating he does is if he ever tries to eat more than one person at once, or tries to eat a REALLY big enforcer.  So, if Venom has two dirtbags squirming and thrashing in his belly or just a really really REALLY big guy, Venom will be immobilized.  He’ll be sitting on his thick rump, groaning with his slimy tongue hanging out of his maw while his massive boulder of a belly thrashes around violently.  And the end result will leave Venom groaning and belching hard enough to shake the ground itself.  And if you think Venom has it bad now?  Wait til Eddie has to sleeve it off and wakes up to the mother of all bellyaches in the morning.  Venom is usually good about burping up the bones of his digested prey before letting Eddie take over, but Eddie will still be unbearably bloated and feel utterly nauseous when he awakes to this huge, taut belly that almost makes him look pregnant.  When that happens, Venom’s tendrils will slither out and rub Eddie’s aching belly all over to try and settle it down with Venom assuring him that they’re okay.  Eddie’s only response will be a record-shattering belch and a miserably groggy groan while Venom cackles and says he’s not too shabby for a human.

Rin Matsuoka (Free!):  This shark-toothed lad has an appetite to spare, and also gets stomachaches a lot from not being careful about when he swims after eating.  The latter has seen him throwing up from time to time.  But when he gets cramps from swimming too fast, his stomach feels harder and gurgles a very thick, acidic-sounding gurgle.  When that happens, Rin becomes a nauseous mess, groaning and muffling really wet-sounding burps, some of which he’ll just let out carelessly, too sick to care.  Haruka and or Makoto (dealers choice) usually try to help by rubbing his aching stomach sensually.  Sometimes, this helps quell the ache in his gut, sometimes, it’s too great to prevent him from spewing.  But he’ll always moan and lean into their touch, desperate to have his belly rubbed, even if it’s in vein, because it still feels amazing.  If Rin ate too much, his belly will be surging out and resting heavily against his pelvis, churning intensely and leaving Rin practically weighed down by his own gut.  Rin has a serious stomach capacity and he can be pretty shameless.  So when he’s overstuffed, Rin tends to burp a lot.  He’ll knead his bulging belly and push out some huge, rumbling belches that force their way up his throats for a good few seconds straight and end with him moaning with relief.  He’ll actually have a lot of pressure stored up from overeating.  So after one really good burp, a good few throaty ones will follow back to back after the biggest one, and usually end with a really long one to punctuate his fullness.  When that happens, Rin just smacks his lips and gives his belly a resounding slap of satisfaction, just feeling relieved at getting the pressure out, and no shame whatsoever.  He’s also a giant tease, so if he sees his partner blushing, he’ll flash them a wink and ask them if they enjoyed the show.

Shiki Granbell (Edens Zero):  The precious friend-loving boi is wild to his core and extremely excitable.  And since he’s a gravity-defying powerhouse, he doesn’t get motion sick at all.  He DOES, however, make the mistake of eating too much and flipping upside down.  When that happens, poor Shiki’s tummy will be giving him all manner of grief.  It will feel rock hard and visibly bloated, and Shiki will be a mess, whimpering and burping in his fist while whining about how much his belly hurts.  When he does, he’s practically begging Rebecca to rub his tummy.  Soon as she does, he’ll turn into a freakin’ puppy, the way he smiles and rests against Rebecca’s sides.  That look of happy contentment on his face is all the reason Rebecca needs to gently massage his aching belly, no matter how many times she warns Shiki to stop and think before using his powers after eating.  He’s also a very hungry lad, and as such, has overstuffed himself time and time again.  This usually leaves his belly big and rounded, sitting heavily on his lap and sloshing heartily from how hyperactive his digestive system is.  When he’s stuffed, he tends to get really big, rumbling burps that leave him huffing after they end, but he’ll still whine about his belly hurting.  Rebecca will remind him that it’s his own fault for eating so much, but all he has to do is whimper pitifully to unwittingly win her over to start rubbing his belly.  Like before, he’s very docile and contented when her hands are on his stomach.  But if he’s stuffed, Shiki tends to burp really loudly to relieve the pressure in his rounded stomach, which always leaves Rebecca staring blankly and asking Shiki to excuse himself.  He’ll just shrug and complain that he can’t help it.  And then he’ll usually punctuate it by thumping his chest and letting out a HUGE burp that leaves him sighing with relief.  But when he sees Rebecca’s eye start to twitch, theeeen he’ll sheepishly mutter a small “s’cuse me... ^^;”

Inuyasha (Inuyasha):  Inuyasha’s a bit of a shameless, greedy pig.  So he tends to overeat often or eat things he shouldn’t.  In the latter’s case, Inuyasha’s stomach will be very noisy, churning up a storm and leaving him grimacing with discomfort.  He’ll complain about his gut hurting, really kneading into his stomach, then telling Kagome to rub his belly...before faceplanting when she barks at him to “SIT!” for making demands.  After that, he’ll growl but groan at how much worse his stomach feels from the sudden smash he was forced to do because of his beads.  Then he’ll groggily yet begrudgingly ask “very nicely” if Kagome can rub his belly.  When she does, despite his crass attitude, he’ll pant happily, letting his tongue hang out at how good it feels having his hard, churning stomach tended to by Kagome.  If he overeats to the point where he gives himself a gnarly bellyache, he’ll be stuffed with a huge, medicine ball of a belly, one that’s forced his robes open while it weighs heavily on his lap.  In cases like that where Inuyasha is full to the brim, he’ll knead his giant belly with his palms and claws and work up some of the largest belches he can manage.  Kagome will get annoyed and tell him to stop being so gross, but Inuyasha will complain he can’t help it, he’s too full and needs to ease the pressure somehow.  He’ll really knead and press into his belly too, making his fingers sink into his soft, currently sloshy gut to force up some huge, throaty belches.  In fact, if Kagome complains that Inuyasha’s being gross, he’ll make it a point to make himself burp louder and more frequently just to troll her, especially since he knows if she uses the curse against him when he’s that bloated, he may be sick and even she doesn’t want that.......she’ll totally get back at him after he finishes digesting his heavy meal though...

And that’s your lot!  If you guys have any more characters you wanna see write ups for, hit up my ask box!  :)

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Here With Me (On AO3)

"You're leaving again," Michael said numbly, taking a step back.

3x02 Coda

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The fire was still raging on when Alex parked his car and got out, but there was no sign of Michael.

He frowned and walked towards it cautiously, head swiveling around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

Michael was no where to be found.

Alex knew he should leave, knew he needed to go home and rest, prepare for what infiltrating Deep Sky would entail, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He needed to see Michael.

He sat down gingerly in one of the lawn chairs and settled in to wait for Michael to come back.

He'd taken all the precautions he could before coming here, but still, every noise made him tense, every movement had him reaching for his weapon.

He hated it, hated what it was doing to him, but knew it was a necessary evil.

Much like the conversation he was about to have with Michael.

Leaving again wasn't something he was looking forward to, especially after the progress he'd made with Michael, but Alex knew this was something bigger than just them.

The sound of Michael's truck, the crunch of the gravel under the tires, alerted him to Michael's presence and he looked up as the sound of the door being slammed shut echoed in the silence.

He did not like what he saw.

Michael looked wrecked,  and there was a crazed look in his eyes that told Alex he was close to losing it.

He stood up hurriedly and crossed the distance between them, only stopping when there was a foot of space between them. "Guerin?"

"Alex?" He breathed out, seemingly confused. "The hell are you doing here?"

Alex ignored his question and returned with one of his own. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Michael let out a laugh that sounded more deranged than happy and scrubbed a hand down his face. "I'm fine," he said shortly, walking past him to the fire pit. Alex watched silently as he all but threw himself in one of the chairs and sighed.

This was going to be a long conversation.

When he took the seat next to Michael, he couldn't help but wince, digging the knuckles of his hand into his thigh, seeking some relief.

When he looked up, Michael was watching him. There was a silent question in his eyes, in the tilt of his head, and Alex was almost tempted to pretend he didn't understand just to have him say the words out loud. He didn't, though. "I'm good. Just overdid it a little bit today."

Michael didn't seem convinced, but he nodded anyway.

The silence that followed was surprisingly comfortable, and Alex didn't have it in him to break it, to break this bubble, with his news. So he sat there, and he drank the beer Michael offered him, and he watched him. Watched the way the wind ruffled his hair, making his curls messier than they were before, the way his eyes burned with anger and hurt and pain and still managed to be the most beautiful thing Alex had ever laid eyes on. Alex watched him fidget with his hat and bite his lip to keep from breaking.

He wanted to memorize every single detail about Michael Guerin.

And he wanted to hold him, wanted to take his pain away.

Alex just wasn't sure anything he offered would make a difference or be welcome.

During the year he'd been away, he and Michael had stayed in contact. It was mostly about alien business, but there were some late night calls that were more. Something about not being face to face had made talking easier.

But from the minute he's stepped off that bus, he had barely caught a glimpse of Michael at all, almost like the other man had been avoiding him. He'd thought- hoped- things would be different this time.

They weren't.

"I texted you yesterday."

Michael's head jerked up, his eyes meeting Alex's. "I didn't- with everything going on, I-"

"What is going on?"

Michael's mouth clicked shut, his expression shuttered, and Alex thought this was the end of the conversation.”

To his surprise, it wasn't.

"We found another alien," Michael told him, eyes now back on the fire as his shoulders hunched up.

Alex blinked. "Excuse me?"

"We found another alien."

Alex was too tired, and too unprepared for this. He also had a lot of questions. "When? Where? How?"

"A year ago, the caves and-"

"A year ago?"

There was a hint of guilt in Michael's expression, but he stubbornly kept his eyes fixed on either the fire or his beer, and refused to meet Alex's eyes. He waited for him to say anything, but the only response he received was a shrug.

"Michael," Alex snapped, frustrated.

Michael finally looked at him, looking pissed off and scared. "What are you even doing here, Alex?"

"Making a mistake," he scoffed, standing up.

"Wait," Michael told him, holding out a shaking hand, "wait."

Alex hadn't seen that haunted look on Michael's face since Caulfield, so he dropped back into the chair immediately. "Talk to me," he pleaded with him.

"Max is dying," Michael started, taking in a shuddering breath, "Jones, the alien we found?" Alex nodded. "He's Max's clone, or- Max is his clone. Wanna hear what the kicker is?” He asked, but didn’wait for the answer. “My mom, and Isobel's mom, made him."

"God, Michael-"

"-and my father is an immortal alien who's called the dictator."

The breath whooshed out of him and he could do nothing but stare in stunned silence.

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The second the words were out of his mouth, Michael felt the grip he had on his emotions falter.

Michael laughed.

He laughed long, and hard, until his laughs turned into hiccupping sobs. He clamped his lips shut to stop any sound from escaping, but it was no use. Alex noticed.

"Michael?" Alex asked gently, concerned.

Michael didn't want gentle, didn't want concerned.

"Michael."

He refused to look at Alex, but then there was the sound of the chair moving, and then there was a warm, gentle hand on his, and he didn't fight it anymore.

In a move that surprised both of them, Michael turned around in his chair and leaned forward, resting his head on Alex's shoulder.

He felt him tense, then relax, and in the next second, Michael was enveloped in warmth and the feeling of safety that only Alex and his siblings could provide.

He relished in it; in the soft touch of Alex's fingers to his hair, in the gentle way he rubbed his back.

"I'm the heir to a monster," he muttered thickly, breath fanning out against Alex's shirt. It felt easier to say the words here, in the safety of Alex's arms.

"Join the club," was Alex's immediate, muttered response, "we have good hair and trauma."

Michael huffed out a laugh, and then he talked. He told him everything there was to know, and when he was done, he felt both drained and relieved. "Max- Max knew about my mom. He said Jones was trying to protect him from her. He was a kid, and- they-"

"Hey," Alex interrupted him, lowering his hand from his hair to squeeze at the nape of his neck, "your mom is a good person."

Michael pulled away and scoffed, rubbing the tears off his cheeks roughly. "How can you say that? She- Alex, she was gonna use Max to do God knows what and I-" he trailed off.

Alex leaned forward in an effort to catch his eyes. "Michael, do you even know the full story? Even if Jones was telling the truth, and that's a big if, there could be more to it. Hey, look at me," Alex said firmly.

Michael did as he told him, though he was reluctant to.

"Whatever she did, if it was to protect you, or herself, it doesn't make her a bad person."

"Doesn't it?"

Alex shook his head, and his expression was pained. "No. It makes her a good person who had to do bad things to survive. From what Sanders told you about her and what Tripp wrote about her, do you really think someone could love, and be loved, that much and be evil?"

Michael let out a breath and closed his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, voice thick.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Alex mumbled, then squeezed his hand. "I think I'm gonna head out now,” he told him.

Michael wanted nothing more than to ask him to stay, but he knew it was a bad idea, and knew it would ruin what little progress they’d made.

He watched Alex walk away, and when he was only a few steps away, Michael remembered Alex had been waiting for him, so he must have needed something. "Hey, Alex!" He scrambled out of his chair and jogged to catch up with him.

Alex turned. "Yeah?"

"What did you come here for?"

Alex's expression was hard to decipher, and it became impossible to do when he looked down. "Nothing important, you've got a lot on your plate-"

"Alex," he interrupted him, "tell me."

Alex took a deep breath, and he looked like he was bracing for an explosion when he said the words, "I'm gonna be gone for a while. Won't be allowed much contact, so I just- needed to give you a heads up."

"You're leaving again," Michael said numbly, taking a step back.

"Michael-" Alex sighed.

"I just got you back," the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, "and you're leaving again?"

"Michael, it's really important that I do this," Alex told him softly as he took a step towards Michael. His hand moved as if to touch Michael, but he seemed to think better of it and let his hand fall to his side. "Look, this is an opportunity to find out more about you, maybe even find something to help you save Max."

"You're leaving again," Michael muttered.

Alex put both hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. "I'm coming back."

Michael closed his eyes, and he held his breath.

Alex put his hand on his neck and used that grip to being him closer. "I'm coming back."

Michael's forehead came to rest against Alex's, and he felt the breath that he'd been holding leave him in a rush.

Michael pulled away, and made sure their eyes met before he spoke. "Promise me."

Alex's breath hitched, and his eyes flickered down to Michael's lips then back up to his eyes. Michael found himself holding his breath for an entirely different reason this time when Alex, ever so slowly, inched forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his lips.

"I promise."

[dreamii-yume]

Hear me out, Yume! (This is for Epel'e bday)

Epel and a very unreactive darling? She's almost emotionless! Everything he does to try and impress her is only brushed off by her saying a simple 'good job' with a blank face. He hates it so much! All he wants, all he craves, is for one reaction, even if it's a negative one! If he can just gouge one reaction from her, he swears, that'll be the highlight of his life! But if he can't get anything out of her with tasks and hard work, so maybe he'll coax one out of her with something a little more...sensual. If he tries hard enough, if he's rough enough, maybe he'll even get a pained whimper from her as he rips her lace panties apart, shoving his fingers inside of her no matter how much MC tells him to stop with such bored eyes and a monotone voice, or how dry she is.

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!!! Σ੧(❛□❛✿) Sexually frustrated Epel is best Epel no i am right do not argue with me

Warnings : Non-Con | Non-consensual Drugging | Dehumanization | Kidnapping | Sadism | Non-consensual Bondage | Mind Break

I can see him drugging your drink if you pissed him off enough, that juice you were drinking in his party? Yeah, you probably should’ve thought something was really off when it was sweeter than you expected, but instead, you chugged it down like it’s no one’s business. You’ll feel dizzy, nauseous as if the whole world is spinning around without you in it. You asked to be excused, wanting nothing more to collapse onto the comfort of your bed but you have a feeling that this sense of intense lethargy in you would probably take over your body before you can actually get there. The party wasn’t over, you’d be such a wet blanket if you asked Grim or anyone else to accompany you home so, you’re in a bit of a pinch.

But that’s where Epel comes in, smiling as innocently as ever as he offers his own room for you, claiming how his roommates are not present at the moment. You didn’t think too much about it, you were too dazed and irritated at your sleepy self to actually protest back and just followed Epel as he guides you.

You didn’t know what happened after that, or if you even reached his room as everything just turned black. The next thing you knew, your sight wasn’t working well and you couldn’t move, something that seems to be a rope was tied around your wrist like some kind of animal. The rope burns through your skin and the cause for your unstable eyesight was indeed a blindfold after much deliberation. A gag was preventing you from speaking up as well, it was accumulating saliva inside your mouth that they just began to drip down your jaw. You struggled for a while, flinching as you try find a way to escape.

Then, you heard his voice in the corner of your ear, clicking his tongue in irritation. To your surprise, it was sweet ‘ol Epel, but judging from the tone of his voice, you knew instantly that this was not just some kind of gimmick he made up right on the blue. He was clearly dissatisfied with the way you are right now, with how you’re acting, something that you couldn’t understand yourself, what does he want from you? You can’t see him, but you can pretty much imagine the expression that he’s wearing on his face, something tells you how its not a very good one.

There’s a large chance he’ll actually go to the full BDSM route, tying you up in unimaginably lewd poses that would’ve otherwise destroy a normal human being’s dignity. Your legs unable to close with the leg-spreader tied underneath your thighs, sweat covering your whole entire body. But even if he gropes you roughly by your bare breast or play with your folds until your wet as you can be, you don’t let out anything but simple grunts and shallow breathing. It absolutely gets on Epel’s nerves for such reaction wasn’t enough to satisfy him at all, he starts to think if he should really step up his game. You were in discomfort, unsettled but he wanted to hear you cry and sob, to beg him to stop and release you...

He wanted to break that annoying façade of yours.

After a little bit of experimenting with your vulnerable body in a single night, there’s no way Epel could just let go of you just like that the next day. He’ll kept you locked away somewhere, a place where he can fully play with you without any interruptions from the outside. Whatever weak spots you have, he’s determined to find all of it, both inside and outside. He won’t let you have a moment of relief too until you beg him for it, act like the submissive whore that you are and he’ll finally let you cum after a long, long time. You don’t get to escape when he’s out at school either, he’ll force you to drink an aphrodisiac and leave you locked with nothing to relieve yourself off but your fiery body alone.

If you’ve been bad or if Epel is just in a bad mood, he’ll even tie your hands up to make sure you won’t even have that liberty to yourself. When he comes back, you’d be so desperate and learn your lesson to keep him happy at all times or else you wouldn’t be rewarded with the pleasure of his dick. Your friends wonder where you’ve gone, looking for you whenever they could but as long as Epel is included in that search party, they might as well be searching for physical traces of the wind. His top-tier acting has pretty much convinced anyone at this point, never suspecting where he hid you or even if he’s involved in your disappearance. When in truth, he regularly visits you to take care of your daily necessities like food, hygiene, and another dose of aphrodisiac injected into your system.

You could’ve just been more honest with yourself, maybe then he wouldn’t have to resort into such an extreme method. He just wanted to see you smile with light in your eyes, you know? It wasn’t that hard!

...Well, regardless if you’re actually capable of doing that isn’t his problem anymore. I mean, look at yourself now! All tied up with his marks all over your body, legs spread wide to position himself in as his cock pounds deep into your soaking pussy. It took a while but he finally got you expressing some kind of emotion, although the potions did help him turn you into a drooling bitch in heat instead...Hm, maybe he overdid it a little bit too much...But it’s a step! You’ll get used to it soon, he’ll make sure of it.

Your eyes would roll up at the back of your head every time he would thrust in harsher than usual, a shaky gasp accompanying each action. Epel can’t help but be amused by it, licking his lips at your lewd demeanor. It feels like the fruits of his hard work is finally paying off, you’re finally becoming the bitch that he wanted you to be, desperate for his every touch. With how obedient you’ve become, he could take you back to the outside if he so wanted it and show everyone how you are...But that’s not enough, he wouldn’t stop just yet.

Not until the pleasure finally breaks your mind.

Oop- too dark? Nah...YOU'RE FINE.

[nothingtolosebutweight]

Under the Night Sky

I tried to write a 500 word drabble for a Vikings challenge, but I overdid it and will now steal the theme anyway. I might try again with a different scenario. It was at least good to start writing again, since my current project is stagnating a bit ಥ_ಥ

Pairing: Bishop Heahmund x Ivar the Boneless

Words: ~2200

Warnings: None (except maybe too much cheesiness)

Taggies: @jackson--t 🖤 @istorkyou @dini73

The night was pleasantly mild and so relaxingly calm that Ivar closed his eyes for a moment to indulge completely into those peaceful impressions. Only the soft rustling of the wind in the treetops behind them as well as the soft splashing of the water, which was poured over his back at regular intervals, could be heard where they were.

He felt a hand placed on his head, soundlessly asking him to tilt it back. The young Viking complied with this silent request without protest, and when he felt the cool water flowing over his hair, he opened his eyes again and looked directly up into the night sky above them. Thousands of stars were shining bright and the moon had also evolved to its perfect form, bathing everything around them in warm light, creating an almost mystical atmosphere. He loved those quiet nights. Normally, in these moments, he could let his mind wander, daydreaming about all the conquests that still lay ahead of him, about all the glory he would achieve in the near future. In those moments of silence, he preferred to plan his next strategy, when no disturbing noises prevented him from considering all possible scenarios. At the moment, however, he could not concentrate on his next moves on the battlefield. His thoughts kept circling around the same questions to which he had so far received no answers. Questions which centred around the person behind him, who was washing him in the middle of the night in a lake not far from the settlement where they stayed for a while to treat their wounded and to regroup the remaining warriors.

He enjoyed the silence between them for a moment longer, focusing on the movements in his hair as clumsy fingers tried to comb it under the stream of water without causing him pain. But his thoughts could no longer be suppressed and so he finally let out the words that had been burning on his tongue for days.

“I really wish I could trust you again someday. But you have betrayed my trust in the worst possible way. Not only have you blatantly lied to my face, but you have also allied yourself with the person I hate the most. Why her of all people, huh? I will never be able to forgive you for this.” Ivar said in a bitter tone. He hated himself for wanting to forgive him, saw this as weakness he wasn’t allowed to have. As a feeling he shouldn't have as the fierce warrior he thought he was, and he wouldn't have confided it to anyone else as openly as he did to him, his bishop. But here, alone with him in the lake, naked under the night sky, it felt so right and natural to be honest with him, to let his words flow out of his mouth without a barrier. “Tell me, does your God forgive such deeds, and if so, what do you have to do for it? How can such betrayal ever be forgiven?”

He heard a disapproving snort behind him and another load of water poured over his hair and this time also partially ran down his face. Ivar was sure that Heahmund had done this on purpose, but he kept his gaze fixed on the sky after rubbing the water from his eyes, not wanting to see anything now that would give him answers as well. “Careful now, your grace! Do not overestimate my patience.”

“I’ve never asked you for forgiveness and I never will. Your forgiveness means nothing to me. The only forgiveness I long for is the one of the Holy Father.” Harsh words that bored directly into Ivar's heart left the bishop's mouth as he continued to wash the young man before him unfazed. It was the task assigned to him for this evening and he would carry it out without any back talk. Heahmund was aware of his current position and he also knew that Ivar wanted to humiliate him with this duty, to demonstrate to him that he was at the mercy of his will. He, the once highly respected warrior bishop - now condemned to bathe a heathen prince.

When Ivar did not reply, he continued. “You say you don't trust me anymore and yet you allow yourself once again to be vulnerable...to expose yourself to me. I could kill you here with ease. I could just drown you or slit your throat with a sharp rock and I'm sure you're aware of the risk you take here. We both know that you are not stupid Ivar, but yet here we are. Alone in a surrounding that is to your disadvantage. I would say you trust me very much and do you want to know why?” Heahmund leaned down a little so that his lips lingered close to the younger man's ear, while one of his hands clawed firmly into the long hair of the man in front of him, pulling his head back a little more. He knew that he was already taking a small risk by doing so. The guards were standing at some distance at the edge of the forest, with watchful eyes on what was happening in front of them and as soon as Ivar would show any signs of discomfort or struggle, they would most certainly kill him immediately. But there was a small voice of doubt in him, convinced that Ivar would not let himself be deprived of this act, and this was one of the reasons why he had no real fear for his life at that moment.

Again, he received no direct answer, only an approving hum could be heard, and the young man in front of him continued to stare up at the night sky - as if he were somewhere far away in his thoughts, not even bothered by the rough touch in his hair.

“Because you so desperately long for someone you can trust. For someone you can open up to, who will look behind your well built wall, who won't pre-judge you, and despite everything that has happened, for some mysterious reason you wish that I am that someone. Here in front of me, I see a lonely little boy who hides his inner scars behind a tough facade and who needs nothing more than a person he can trust in order to not break any further. That's why you take such foolish risks. Your desperation is so ridiculously obvious, Ivar the Boneless.”

Heahmund loosened his grip after his words; assuming the younger man would lash out after his sayings, but Ivar simply remained in his position, stubborn as he was. The lack of response tantalized the black-haired man and he once again reached for the bowl with which he scooped the water and poured another gush over the prince's handsome face, a grin of satisfaction now gracing his own face. This time he got the reaction he was longing for and a fist dug into his short hair and pulled him closer again before the back of his front man's head crashed against his nose in a jerking motion and blood poured out of it only seconds later.

“Hm, and you are thinking that I am the fool here, that I’m desperate. What are you then? Do you want to be killed so badly? Are you missing your hoe? She might already be in Valhalla and feasts with all the other great warriors, fucks with my father again and you are long forgotten. Believe me, I have more than one person I can trust. I don’t need a jerk from England, who immediately forgets his loyalty as soon as a whore enters his sight. I trust my guards, for example. They would kill you immediately if I ordered them to. Don't get too cocky, your grace. The only thing that keeps you alive is my generosity. I could have easily left you to rot on the battlefield, but I showed you mercy. Don’t make me regret that decision.”

“Believe it if it makes you feel better. I would have expected more cleverness from you. Do you really think I would mind dying here? Do you think I even care what happens to me next? What other games you have in mind to humiliate me? What else do I have to lose, hm?” Heahmund wiped the blood from his face, which flowed incessantly from his nose. For a brief moment, he felt the urge to push the heathen's head under the water, but despite his freshly uttered words, he was probably not tired of life enough to actually do it.

“You say that as if you actually mean it, but if it's so easy and you don't really care what happens afterwards, why don't you kill me, hm? If it's as easy as you say, why don't you already have a sharp stone in your hand? You're right, this could be the best opportunity you'll ever get. So do it! Eliminate one more heathen, before you will rot in hell.” Finally, Ivar turned around to look directly at the man standing behind him, losing himself in Heahmunds eyes, which were so close to his face that he could feel the other's heavy exhalation against his lips, that he could smell and almost taste the bishop’s blood on his tongue. Silence spread between them and even the background noises seemed to fade away. Only their souls seemed to communicate with each other through their eyes. Their souls recognized each other in that precise moment, saw each other separated from the physical shell, understood each other apart from the facade built with hurtful words. They saw only their true selves, pure without any further lies which were meant to hide the sad and shameful truth that they both didn’t want to admit even to themselves.

“Maybe I am indeed as fickle as the moon, Ivar.” Heahmund's deep voice broke the silence and one of his hands gently rested on the younger man's cheek, a thumb gently stroking the cheekbone. “Maybe we all have to go through some phases like the moon to find ourselves, to know what we truly want. And some of these phases are dominated by darkness, which denies us the light that allows us to recognize what is or what should be really important to us. But we must go through these phases, because only then will we reach our perfect form, like the moon today, and only then will we be able to share our light with others, who crave for some warmth during a dark night or who long for a light of hope when everything else they see consists only of destruction and deepest darkness.”

“These are rather lofty words for a slave.” The mocking remark came like a soft whisper from Ivar's lips, still maintaining eye contact and unable to break away from the cheater's icy eyes, which appeared much more luminous and captivating at the moment. Perhaps it was due to the bright light of said moon, but Ivar had the feeling that this was not the only reason why the bishop's eyes shone so intensely. The young viking felt the warmth of the palm spreading across his cheek and he instinctively placed his own hand over the bishop's. At first in an attempt to bat it away, but in the end he could not deny that he secretly longed for such tender gestures and therefore wanted to savour it a while longer. “What do you think, are you in your final phase now? Is that what I can see right now the real you?”

Heahmund leaned his forehead against Ivar's and sighed heavily. If he only had a clear answer to this question. “I don't know and I'm not going to promise you anything just because you want to hear it. I can only say that I see some things more clearly now, in a better light, you might say. And most important. I can see you. I must confess that I always thought you were incapable of housing a soul, but I can admit I was wrong. Your soul speaks to me with such clarity, literally screaming at me that I cannot escape it.” The elder had many more thoughts that surged to the surface, but he stopped himself before revealing too much. If he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of said soul. He swore to himself, here under the night sky, that he did not want to see it shattered. He had never expected this revelation in his life, and in a way it scared him, but the manner in which he had come to this realization felt so supernatural that he was convinced he had received a higher order here.

“You said that you could never forgive me for what I did. I hope that was as much a lie as me saying I'm not longing for your forgiveness.”

Ivar didn't know what to say to this, nor was he willing to grant him this forgiveness right here and now. What he was ready to do, however, was to let himself be guided by his feelings; forgetting the guards; putting aside the precarious situation they were in and so he bridged the last few inches that separated their lips to unite them in a tender touch, sealing an unspoken promise.

[cloverchub]

could you write some more n.aegami stuff?? they’re so cutteee <3 maybe a christmas story sense christmas is coming up?

It's uhhhh- still Christmas? Yeah? Definitely?

All jokes aside, sorry this took me so long to get to! It honestly took me a long while to come up with an idea for it, and once I did, stuff kept coming up preventing me from working on it. But I did eventually push through!

Thank you so much anon for the suggestion! I had a great time writing it; N.aegami is such a comfort for me, and this made me super happy. Definitely self indulgent but I think that's exactly what I needed XD.

CW: stuffing aftermath with a little bit of burping and tummy noises. Also B.yakuya being a little mean but not in regards to anything stuffing related, just normal T.ogami sass :'D.

M.akoto and B.yakuya wind down together after their Christmas party. Fluff!

It didn’t take long for everything to settle down. There was laughter and music, then much calmer conversation and dwindling energy as the night ran on. Eventually, they all said their goodbyes- hugs and well wishes on the way out, all eagerly looking forward to the next time they could visit each other again, especially since they’d all been so close to losing each other before. Class 78 (plus K.omaru) is just about the oddest group of individuals you’ll ever find, but damn it if they didn’t make a family out of that chaos. Their little gatherings and struggles to grasp a hold of “normal” despite the state of the world around them are treasured, even if their colorful personalities clash at times.

When everyone leaves, the silence isn’t chilling. In fact, after all the festivities, it’s a bit welcome. Hosting is hard; M.akoto is grateful for the opportunity just to get off his feet and relax, still enveloped in the warm afterglow of the evening.

He gives a heavy, satisfied sigh as he sets his plate aside, already having dug into the leftovers from dinner as a midnight snack. He’s more than deserved it after everything today, and cleaning up after everyone really worked up his appetite. Granted, there’s a chance he may have overdid it… again.

M.akoto shifts a bit to lean back against the couch, unzipping his jeans to make just a bit more room as he stifles a burp. A quiet moan escapes him at the sudden relief, and he gives his stomach a light pat with a bit of fascination. Gosh, he’s sore… But it feels good, too. Being able to just relax all full and warm like this is strangely soothing.

When B.yakuya finally returns, now wearing pajamas, his gaze pretty quickly falls to his partner’s protruding stomach. “Seems you’ve found yourself in quite the predicament,” he remarks offhandedly. His eyebrow raises in a mix of amusement and intrigue as he takes a more careful look, now seated next to M.akoto on the couch. “How much did you even eat?”

“Just a little bit.” He smiles sheepishly; they both know it’s a lie. “Hey, you can’t tease me; I was hungry…!”

“Fine, I won’t.” It’s rare to see B.yakuya smile so gently. Even to M.akoto, it’s a bit of a pleasant surprise. “I’m glad you were able to enjoy it. Good job.” He leans forward to plant the lightest kiss on M.akoto’s forehead, one arm left wrapping around his shoulders along the edge of the couch when he’s done.

He’s handling M.akoto as carefully as possible- like he’ll shatter if he’s too forward, yet M.akoto still unravels completely at the gestures. He feels even fuzzier than before. “Hey, you had quite a bit yourself earlier.” M.akoto gently prods his partner in the stomach in a last-ditch effort at retaliation. He can’t be the only one getting all flustered.

Unfortunately for him, B.yakuya takes it in stride, and M.akoto ends up right back at square one on the teasing game. “Of course I did. You did well making all of it; I enjoy good food. But you and I both know it’s unreasonable to compare.” A prod given right back in return does a lot more damage to M.akoto than it did to B.yakuya, and the former gives a pained wince at the attack.

After all, the deflection is just that: a deflection. B.yakuya doesn’t hold a candle to M.akoto, who’s stuffed, swollen tummy is fighting to poke out the bottom of the chunky sweater that fit him just fine earlier. Honestly, he’s almost shocked. Part of him didn’t expect to end up this bloated; just looking at the aftermath is kinda trippy. “Yeah, fine. You win.”

“Naturally.”

For a split second, M.akoto considers shoving him, but the phantom pain of that poke still haunts him. He genuinely doesn’t think he’d survive another counterattack; just the thought is enough to make him groan. “Ughh… I‘m so full… I seriously don’t think I could eat another bite.” His voice slips into a messy slur as the sleepiness starts to set in. Gosh, he didn’t realize just how tired he was until he finally got the chance to sit down. He feels like he’s been moving non-stop since he woke up this morning; getting everything ready was a lot of work.

B.yakuya’s light-hearted chuckle sends M.akoto’s heart fluttering all over again. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Hmm…” Before he knows it, M.akoto finds himself slouched against his fiancé. Winter nights are cold; B.yakuya’s chest is warm. “You’re gonna hold me and give me kisses and a belly rub…”

“What? You knew exactly what you were getting into; you can’t seriously expect me to bail you out.” He says that, but… why is he holding him already, then? M.akoto knows him too well at this point; he can turn that arrogant exterior to mush in seconds.

After all, a little pout can go a long way at times like these. “You mean you’re not gonna take care of me at all?” It’s really hard to care about hiding his neediness when he’s this exhausted. Whining a bit never hurt anyone, right?

B.yakuya huffs. “Fine… I suppose I could. But only a little.” He sounds so begrudging. He realizes he’s allowed to want it too, right? “Come here.”

Well, an invite is an invite; M.akoto’s sure not going to complain. He nuzzles closer almost immediately, shifting around until he finds just the right position to get snuggled. “Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself; you’re not that heavy. Just get comfortable.”

With a soft smile, he does just that. It all makes him feel a little giddy: he can feel B.yakuya’s chest rise and fall beneath him, and sharing their warmth is a welcome reprieve from the cold. That, and he just feels pleasantly weighed down. There’s a certain fascination in noting just how big he looks; it has him more than a little flustered. But… he’s proud of himself, too. He really did manage to eat a lot- way more than he usually does, and that’s worth a pat on the back, at least.

“May I touch you, love?” There it is again- that tenderness. That hesitation or caution. He’s trying so hard not to hurt him. And… M.akoto really does appreciate it. It means a lot to have a safe space so carefully preserved when so much of life in today’s age is so stressful.

“Mhm...” M.akoto gives a little nod, already struggling to keep his eyes open. This is-

“Ah! Cold!”

“Hush.” B.yakuya’s hands don’t leave completely, but he does make a point to avoid M.akoto’s bare skin, at least for now. Instead, he focuses on the area of his stomach still covered by his sweater, letting his hands drift over the taut surface with dedicated assessment. He tries applying just a bit of pressure- light at first, but M.akoto’s quiet hum of contentment encourages him to go further.

“That feels really nice… Thank you…” He sighs softly, slowly but surely untensing as his partner rubs firm, methodical circles into his belly. He wasn’t in a ton of pain or anything to begin with, but having someone help soothe the little aches like this is amazing.

“Mm, I’m glad to hear it,” B.yakuya mumbles in return. He seems completely engrossed in the task at hand- a little too distant for a smooth conversation. He’s not sure whether to be more flattered or embarrassed. It’s funny- or maybe even a little cute- seeing his typically stoic partner focused on something so domestic. He can try passing it off as just another task all he wants, but the notes of tenderness seeping into his voice betray him: he likes taking care of M.akoto just as much as M.akoto likes being taken care of.

They don’t talk for a while after that- just enjoying each other's company. B.yakuya is quiet, but every once and a while, M.akoto feels a little puff of warm air against the back of his neck- evidence of somewhat of a smile. Then there’s M.akoto. His breath is still coming in shallow pants because of the pressure, and the noise from his tummy is the only sound in the otherwise silent room. It’s starting to make him a bit self-conscious… So, he tries to regulate his breathing a bit better- taking a deep breath despite the difficulty.

In retrospect, it definitely wasn’t the right move. All it does is force a thick belch past his slightly parted lips (the belly rub definitely didn’t help). It’s an immediate relief, significantly lessening his increasing discomfort, and he can’t stop the soft moan that follows it. Still, he feels his face burning after the fact. That… definitely wasn’t the game plan.

“E-excuse me…” he fumbles, one hand clasped tight over his mouth.

B.yakuya just laughs it off, a chuckle sneaking into his tone as he soothes, “Shh… Relax.” He reaches to comb his fingers through M.akoto’s hair in slow, repetitive strokes; it makes his scalp all tingly. “I thought I told you to get comfortable; that helped, didn’t it?”

Oh geez. “Y-yeah, it did...” He does feel way better than he did a few moments ago. Honestly he wouldn’t be half as freaked out if they weren’t so close in proximity. But... if B.yakuya doesn’t care, then he’ll try really hard not to care either. This is a nice moment; relaxing doesn’t sound too bad at all. He has the pleasure and the privilege of feeling completely safe, even if it’s just for a little bit, and it’s only fair that he tries to enjoy that while he can. Especially if B.yakuya is enjoying himself too.

“Thank you for taking care of me…” M.akoto mumbles. Between all the petting, rubbing, and overall pampering, he’s starting to feel ridiculously sleepy. “And for everything else today; it was really nice.”

“Of course.” He presses a kiss to the back of his head, and M.akoto nuzzles against him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It’s…” He yawns, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. B.yakuya thinks he sounds like a kitten. “It’s important that we all keep seeing each other, y’know? S’nice…”

Sure enough, it’s only a matter of time before M.akoto can’t keep his eyes open. The stubborn flutter of his eyelashes stops as his drowsiness takes over, and before long, he goes completely limp in B.yakuya’s arms. Perfectly still, except for his slow, steady breathing.

B.yakuya ponders for a while whether to wake him. He’s still in his regular clothes from the day, and he probably should get to bed. He also drools in his sleep, and admittedly, the idea of being on the receiving end isn’t too appealing. However...

Well, he deserves to rest while he can, yes? No harm in staying like this for a little.

…only a little.

And only a little was all it took for B.yakuya to drift off, too.

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Happy Holidays everyone! Please take good care of yourselves!

[imaginethoseguys]

Liquid Courage

Hi, I need to submit a seminar paper in 10 days so naturally I wrote this 3k+ fic for Itadori Yuji girl, bye

Pairing: Itadori Yuji x fem!S/O Word count: 3.3k Warnings: fluff, drinking, drunk confessions, slight angst, au motifs Summary: No matter the chosen activity, Yuji would be equally excited to simply spend time with her. He didn’t even need her to reciprocate his feelings. He felt comfortable in his lovable bubbly state, and she most likely loved him as a friend, so all was well. Trying to take things further would be a risky move anyway and he would not dare take his chances at the expense of making things worse between them because the last thing he would ever want is to make her upset or uncomfortable. He still remembered all her stories about friendships she inescapably lost after the “I need to tell you something” texts in the middle of the night from guys who she felt comfortable enough to be herself with.

Yup, no way that was happening. a/n: Itadori's in his 20s (as well as s/o)

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It wasn’t Yuji who offered to spend the Friday night at a bar. He didn’t enjoy drinking that much, and there was some weird old movie at the local theatre that they could watch and make fun of together. But it was an unusual occasion, they were on a week-long mission, dealing with curse activity in Osaka, and, well, it was  her  who asked, so of course he agreed. He never went against her suggestions, he trusted her fully, maybe even too much. Possibly, it was her way with words. Somehow, she knew exactly what to say in situations where Yuji often found himself at loss for words. She was reliable and reassuring and had a certain kind of warmness to her.

Or, possibly, it was Yuji’s six-years-long crush on her that had him blushing and hyperventilating at anything she did, so opinions were divided on this one.

No matter the chosen activity, Yuji would be equally excited to simply spend time with her. He didn’t even need her to reciprocate his feelings. He felt comfortable in his lovable bubbly state, and she most likely loved him as a friend, so all was well. Trying to take things further would be a risky move anyway and he would not dare take his chances at the expense of making things worse between them because the last thing he would ever want is to make her upset or uncomfortable. He still remembered all her stories about friendships she inescapably lost after the “I need to tell you something” texts in the middle of the night from guys with who she felt comfortable enough to be herself. Yup, no way that was happening.

“Oh, look, they have homemade plum wine!” her exclamation brought Yuji’s attention back to reality. “And it’s in pitchers too. Lucky!”

“You do remember you can’t hold your liquor, right?” he said, propping his face on his right hand while watching her mumble giddily “plum wine and soda, plum wine and soda.” She lowered the laminated menu sheet and leveled him with an annoyed gaze.

“I am a grown young woman who earns a living by exorcising curses, I’m pretty sure I can handle a glass or two,  Yuji .”

“Including that time when you threw up on Fushiguro mid-conversation?”

“That was graduation! And we did shots.”

“Yeah, it was also 7pm.”

“Enough of you, mister.” She threateningly pointed a finger at him and turned around to call the waiter. Receiving an acknowledging nod in return, she turned back. “Besides, if we’re talking about you, everyone is terrible at holding their liquor in comparison.”

“I’m just heavyweight.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re just a beast machine who suppressed the King of Curses and can run 50 meters in 3 seconds,” she shook her head at her own description, “no wonder you’re Special Grade. Why do you bother drinking at all? Pretty sure it does nothing to you.”

“I don’t do it on my own. I like the company.” He said timidly.

“Aw, see? This is why I love you.”

Yuji’s eyes widened unintentionally, but she didn’t look at him long enough to see it, her attention swiftly taken away by an approaching waiter. He assured himself he was better at controlling his feelings, but it was all falling apart now, like a bunch of lies, because he could feel his entire face and ears pulsate from heat. He stared at the way her lips moved, making the order.

as a friend as a friend as a friend as a friend as a friend

“Yuji? Yuji!”

He snapped back, looking even more surprised.

“You wanted the Ginjo-Shu, right?”

His gaze lingered on her face, open and bright, with eyebrows slightly raised.

“Yeah.”

This is fine.

* * *

“Ah, see? This is exactly what I was talking about.”

Yuji furrowed his eyes helplessly and took the glass from her hand. She tried to down her drink in one motion but missed and spilled it over herself. Looking back now, he wasn’t sure if it was her being lightweight or her not stopping in time.

“When did that even happen,” he mumbled to himself, “she was fine a minute ago.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” she moaned in drunk annoyance, “because I  am  here.”

“So it seems,” Yuji smiled.

“And I may be many things, but there’s one thing that I am not, and it is deaf. Or stupid.”

“Yup, that’s two things though.”

She sighed loudly and leaned back on the wooden wall of their booth. They were surrounded by soft mixes of white noise: distant frying and sizzling from the kitchen, clinking of glasses, and giddy discussions of the upcoming weekend. They could almost feel like they belonged here, to the normal crowd of Osaka drinking their weekly stresses away, complaining about their bosses, bills, and personal dramas.

Is that what it’s like to be normal?  Both of them thought.

Yuji looked over at her and felt the heat returning to his cheeks. This drink spill felt too deliberate to be accidental. And her bra was very thin, and the bar’s AC was on and—

Yuji groaned and swiftly took his hoodie off, almost throwing it in her direction.

“Wear this, please.”

She didn’t really fight it and slowly put it over her head, beginning to crawl inside. She stopped somewhere in the middle and breathed in.

Ah, it smells so good. Smells like him.

She pressed the fabric into her face, taking in his scent. When did he manage to put on cologne? That’s just unfair.

“You okay in there? Are you stuck?” Yuji looked questionably at the wrinkly bundle that was now his hoodie with her somewhere inside.

“Listen, Yuji.”

“You’re just gonna talk to me like this, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured in a soft voice. “I know this isn’t how you would spend your night, but—I wanted to—you know. But in the end, I just—and—”

Suddenly, she felt a gentle tug, and her head popped out of the hoodie, revealing Yuji’s face lightened by a warm smile.

“I told you, I like the company.”

There was a needle prick somewhere around her heart, and she pressed her lips together, taken by a sudden wave of sadness.

“Let’s get back, yeah?”

* * *

Their hotel wasn’t far from the bar, but due to her condition, the walk back took longer than usual. Summer was ending, the air was still warm, but there was a tingling coldness with each wind blow,  a careful reminder of the approaching grey sky and smell of wet concrete, covered by tired leaves.

The path to the hotel entrance was hidden among the sleeping quarters, illuminated by floor lights, and framed by tall bamboo sticks. Yuji walked first and was right in front of the automatic sliding doors when he stopped and turned around to check on her. Instead of right behind him, he saw her at the beginning of the entrance path with her head down.

“Hm? Are you okay? Wait, are you sick?? Then stay right there, if you wanna throw up, do it—um—” he swiftly looked around. Seeing a gardening pot near one of the doors across the street, he pointed at it. “Here, maybe in this pot? Wait, no, this is a nice neighborhood, imagine waking up and finding vomit in your plants… ah, maybe in this bamboo? I’m not sure if it’s real though… ah, but this hotel allows hosting of jujutsu sorcerers because the owner is a friend of someone from the higher-ups, and if we vomit here—"

“Yuji.”

“Oh, maybe vomit in my t-shirt? And I’ll carry it to the nearest dumpster? No, that’s a horrible idea. Are you sure you can’t hold it until we get to our room? Then—”

“I’m not sick, Yuji!” she said loudly, maybe even too much so. “Although all this vomit talk is grossing me out.”

Yuji raised his eyebrows. “Then what’s wrong? Wait, did drinking uncover your hidden phobia of hotels? I read that somewhere…”

She smiled sadly. “You’re such an idiot.”

He bared his teeth, clearly offended. “Well, I’m sorry for trying to be helpful! Jeez, if you can’t walk – just say so, I’ll carry you to our room.”

“I don’t want to go to our room!” she yelled again. Yuji’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t say anything.

“Because then we go to sleep, come back to Tokyo and—I—” She squeezed the hem of his hoodie, “and I’ll never get another chance.”

There’s a short silence after her outburst. Yuji glanced over her hands that were clenched in fists and looked to the side.

“I mean, it’s not like this is our only chance to visit Osaka, we can always book a vacation and come back here.”

“Huh? Who cares about Osaka? It's—”

“I’m not very smart,” he interrupted her quietly, “so you’ll need to be straight with me, otherwise I won’t understand what you mean.” Then, his voice got even quieter. “Or I’ll start imagining things that aren’t real.”

“Yuji, I—” she tried to speak fast, because she felt a betraying lump in her throat, “I never wanted to drag you into a bar. There was this old movie at the local theatre that we could have watched, but I—If I didn’t drink, I would have never gotten the strength to say the things that I’ve been meaning to say for a long-long time. And this trip felt like a perfect opportunity, and you’re right, I’m a lightweight and I overdid it, and I was so close to saying it, but I thought—I cherish you so, so much , Yuji, it hurts me to even think about it. I tried to tell you before, after graduation, but you distanced yourself from me that night, so I figured it was a bad idea. I still think it is, but I—Yuji, I—”

Yuji shortened the distance between them with a desperately fast sprint and grabbed her with both of his hands, squeezing her so tight that she could barely talk anymore, her face pressed into his chest. He was silent for a bit.

“I distanced myself from you during the graduation night because you looked so vulnerable. I thought you were doing things you would regret the next day, so I didn’t want to take advantage. Because when you’re like this with me, I,” his hands trembled, “It’s so hard for me not to be selfish.”

“Wait, Yuji,” she tried to move away from him, but no matter how hard she pushed, she would never win Yuji in a battle of strength. “Please, let me finish.”

“No,” he sounded uncharacteristically serious. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek to her forehead. “When you say that this is not the way I would spend my night… You can invite me to dumpster dive or read books about molecular physics in a public library, or lick poles in winter, and I’ll choose it over anything else. When I found out we would go on this mission together, I was so happy. I can be doing the grossest, most stupid, and pointless things, but if I’m with you – it would be the best way to spend all the time I have. I hate being alone, and it's all I ever felt for so many years of life. But when I met you—when I’m with you – I feel so warm. You make me forget about the bad stuff. When you’re next to me, I—I feel wanted. So please,” his hands weakened his grab on her frame, letting her lean back and catch a glimpse of his face. “Please, don’t give me false hopes.”

Their breaths were hot and shaky as they looked each other in the eyes, hypnotised by each other’s presence. She cautiously moved closer to him and cupped his cheeks. Yuji swallowed thickly, he had to stop himself, but her hand was soft and warm, and the number of times he dreamt about this exact moment didn’t let him move an inch of his body. She raised herself on her tiptoes and leaned to his lips. She smelled so sweet, and her body was so close to his that—

“Ghh, stop,” Yuji groaned and pressed his forehead to hers in agony.

“Why?” She asked breathlessly, “you don’t want this?”

“ No ! I mean, yes. God, I want this so much my head could explode, b-but,” he leaned back slightly, revealing his glowing red face, from the neck to the tips of his ears. “You’re drunk, and we’re tired and I,” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “I want this to be right. If you wake up tomorrow and don’t remember any of this, I—”

“Stop talking,” she moaned and pulled him back by the fabric of his t-shirt, crushing her lips into his, arms then moving up to snake around his neck. Yuji had to resist. He had to, but when she touched him like this, the taste of plum on her lips, and when her—

“Mhm,” Yuji groaned hopelessly, feeling her tongue explore the insides of his mouth. It was hot and wet, and he felt like his heart could stop. Suddenly, he was so putty in her hands, he would do anything for her to keep touching and kissing him like this. No, for her to do anything she wanted with him. He would make a pact with a curse and sell his soul to stay like this a little longer, or to never feel the need to breathe again, so her lips can remain sealed with his forever. Still desperate for air, however, he forced himself to pull away, a shining string of saliva stretching between their lips.

She breathed in, preparing to talk. “I—”

“No, please, don’t say it.” He pressed their foreheads together again, breathing heavily. “Allow me to be selfish. I—I want you to say it tomorrow, in the morning. So that—”

“—It’s real?” she finished for him.

“Yeah,” he smiled bashfully, looking into her eyes. He could see himself in the glassy reflection of her eyes. They were bright and kind, and they looked at him the way he never thought would ever happen. He never thought he would be close enough to her to have the chance of examining just how deep and gentle they are.

Yuji moved a hair strand away from her face. “C’mon, I’ll carry you.”

He lifted her in one motion and pressed firmly to his chest. She could hear the rapid pounding in his chest, and it made her heart race after it. Pressing her ear closer, she could almost hear his thoughts. She didn't really need to hear them, she got the general idea from how uneven were his breaths and how his fingers trembled around her form.

While they waited for the elevator inside, she looked at him.

“Can I keep kissing you?”

His face heated up for a hundredth time this night, as he diverted his gaze nervously. She could feel his hands now squeezing her a little tighter.

“Y-yeah. I would like that.”

* * *

Yuji did not know that pain can bring such an amount of happiness with it. There were two single beds in their room, but they ended up sharing one of them together, which resulted in soreness and numbness in different parts of Yuji’s body. His back ached from arching it so that he didn't fall, and he couldn’t feel his right arm anymore because he went to bed while hugging her. Not that he was complaining though. He could go to sleep on hot coals for all he cared if that meant she would lie on top of him. Feeling her body next to his sent vibrations down his spine. Suddenly, he heard her groan, and his heart fastened its pace.

Nanami Kento was right when he said that getting old is manifested in small things. One of them was getting morning sickness and headaches from any amount of drinking, moderate or otherwise. She hid her face in both of her palms and turned to the side, trying to hide from the morning sun. Sliding the palms down to her chest, she was met with Yuji’s glowing but anxious face: his hair was a mess, and there was a big imprint on his right cheek from the pillow wrinkles. She smiled softly, reaching out to fix one of his hair strands.

“Hi,” she rasped.

“Hi,” he responded, sounding relieved.

“Remind me to never drink again,” she said, turning on her back tiredly. “I lose years of my life from each hangover.”

“I mean, it’s exactly what I’m doing each time, but the strategy doesn’t seem to be working.” He chuckled, slowly getting up from the bed. “I’ll bring you an aspirin.”

Her eyes traced his features radiating in the morning sun as he made his way to the coffee table across the room. He had plenty of scars across his back and more on the chest. None of Jujutsu High students got anything close to normal school life, but Yuji certainly took the cake. And to remain so gratuitously giving and caring all while dealing with so much burden and pressure—her heart sank from just the thought.

She sat up as Yuji sat in front of her on the side of the bed, giving her a glass of fizzling water. She smiled in gratification and brought it to her lips.

“By the way, can you tell me what we ended up doing yesterday? I don’t remember shit,” she said nonchalantly before starting to gulp down the medicine.

The look on Yuji’s face filled with terror and chagrin; he felt his fingertips grow colder as he grasped the bedsheets beneath his hands. He lowered his gaze in silence, feeling the heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Meanwhile, she downed the glass and put it on her nightstand. Looking back at him, she lifted the corners of her lips.

“Kidding.”

He let out a questioning yell and grabbed a pillow, aiming a blow. “You’re so mean! Never  ever  do that shit again!”

He threw the pillow into her face, and she laughed, grabbing his hand, and pulling him on top of her. Yuji positioned his hands on both sides of her head and felt the familiar heat run up his neck to his cheeks, nose, and ears.

“Sorry,” she whispered softly.

“I’ll think about it.”

She lifted her hands and palmed his face, looking deep into his amber eyes. Yuji swallowed thickly, both of his palms twitching uncontrollably.

“Yuji.”

“Y-yeah?”

“I love you.”

The warmness from her hands went deep beyond his face. He felt her arms reach out gently into his chest and cradle his heart, calming its frantic heartbeat and holding it with such care that it sent lumps to his throat. He fought back the quivering of his lips as her thumb stroked across the scar right beneath his eye.

“I love you so  so much,” she murmured fondly, squinting from her growing smile. Yuji lowered his body closer to hers and hid his face in the crook of her neck, hugging her from behind.

“If you don’t stop, I might die.”

“Why?”

“I shouldn’t… feel this happy.”

She closed her eyes contently and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a slow kiss to his temple. “Well, that’s not for you to decide, dumbass.”

She played with his messy hairs, breathing in his scent.

“But if you don’t reciprocate, I might die as well.”

Yuji rose sharply on his hands and leaned forward, crushing his lips into hers for a quick second.

“I love you,” he said loudly after breaking the kiss. Then he leaned in and kissed her again.

“I love you. I love you I love you I love you,” he kept repeating after kissing her over and over again. “I lov—” She interrupted him mid-sentence and took initiative, thrusting into his lips and parting them with a twirl of her tongue. He moaned and gave in, moving his head to the side.

Please, don’t leave me

I’m with you until the world collapses

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I request 2 with our favorite softboy Prince Red if thats chill

"Is there a reason you're blushing like that?”

Prince Red silently cursed himself as he covered his cheeks with his forearm. "Ah... forgive my appearance, mother," he said as cooly as possible, "I was... practicing katas before you arrived. Perhaps I overdid it with my fire."

He was getting better with his lies. He had started as a stammering mess, unable to stand up to either of his parents and bending to their unreasonable demands. It was only lately he'd been more courageous in his defiance... not in any way they would be able to tell, of course. He wasn't quite there yet. He might not ever be, but he was really trying. Not just for his own sake either.

Princess Iron Fan lifted a brow at his excuse, "Well, good to know my weak little pacifist is bettering himself," she said without an ounce of warmth in her voice, "keep at it and perhaps you won't be so useless next time we face off against that Noodle Boy and his peasant friends."

"Of course, mother." Red managed to keep the bite out of his voice. That part was easy. He'd had to learn to contain his anger a long time ago because there was so much of it. "The project you asked for isn't quite finished yet, but give me another week and I'll let you know."

"You know I don't like to be kept waiting." The wind whipped up slightly, blowing one or two lanterns off their hooks in the courtyard adjacent. Neither of the demons paid it any mind, allowing some nearby servants to scramble to retrieve them. "And your father is more impatient than I am... If you don't deliver soon I'll have to send him next time."

The only response was a nod. Red knew better than to react to the implicit threat there, despite the slight jolt of fear that he felt in his gut at the notion of his father visiting the court again. Luckily, Iron Fan seem satisfied with that, and the wind picked up yet again, this time circling around her in a violent whirlwind to whisk her way.

"See you in a week, darling," her voice carried back on the wind, and with that she was gone.

Finally.

Prince Red hurried out into the courtyard to assist the demon servants who were picking up the further lanterns and ornaments that were disturbed by his mother's wind. A few of them shooed him away, insisting it was fine and they had it, but he still wanted to help. His parents always seemed to make a mess of things one way or another whenever they visited the court. It was starting to get exhausting.

Just as he was helping to upright one last stone lantern, he heard the door behind him slide open.

"She gone yet?"

Red looked over his shoulder and saw MK poking his head out from the small opening. His head was way down at ground level, like he had crawled over to the door on his stomach and slid it open while stretched out across the room.

"If you weren't sure, why would you be opening the door and risking her seeing you?"

A smile cracked across MK's face and he pushed the door open further so the rest of the small tea room was visible, along with the tea tray and drinks they were supposed to be sharing before being interrupted.

"Heh hehh, yeah I know she is. I heard the whole conversation... These doors don't block nearly as much sound as I thought." The Monkie Kid rolled over onto his back and hopped up onto his feet, "Speaking of... what's this project you're doing for your parents?"

"Ah... yes, that..." the prince said as he finally stepped back onto the wood platform just outside the door, "it's a weapon they requested. I've been putting off giving them anything but they're getting impatient." At the look MK gave him he felt the need to clarify further, holding his hands up defensively, "Don't worry, it's not going to work! I would never give them something they could actually use to hurt humans.... o-or you..."

"Yeah, ok," MK's smile returned, though softer this time, "let's talk about this some other time, I've only got a few more minutes to spare before Monkey King expects me at Flower Fruit Mountain." MK reached forward, seizing the front of Red's robes to pull him the rest of the way inside.

Prince Red's face turned a shade of red to match his hair as his blush returned, but he allowed himself to be dragged back into the tea room to be with MK and their sure to remain untouched tea.