#tw: slight self deprication

[loversj0y]

hi hi hi for the event: gold rush!!!!!

also congrats!!! 200 is a fucking insane amount and im so proud of you!! love ur content man!!!!!! :3

gold rush

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pairing: wilbur soot x gn! reader

tw: they go to a bar, slight angst? just in the sense of unrequited pining (or perhaps... requited?) some self deprication

notes: fun fact! this song will be utilized again on my blog because it is the main song inspiration for part four of my tis the damn season au. bc of that, i had to come at this with a bit of a different angle creatively which was pretty fun ngl

word count: 1.2k

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone / @lillylvjy / @ghostsacrosslndnfields / @melunnek

You had a problem. You hated Wilbur Soot. 

You knew him well, you two have been friends for a while after meeting at a mutual friend’s party. At first glance, you knew you hated him. With every fibre of your being you hated him. 

You hated him for one specific reason. You wanted him more than anything. He was gorgeous, tall and always looking like the sun chose only him to shine on. He had these soft brown locks of hair that always seemed to curl just the right way, even when he wasn’t trying. He’d come in with a beanie with the curls just peeking out, but once he’d pull the beanie off, they’d immediately settle in a beautiful pattern, waves of brown deserving of attention. 

And his eyes. You couldn’t fathom looking into him in fear that you’d be completely swept into them, lost in his gaze forever. His eyes were like pools of pure bronze, and you could feel yourself melting into them. Every time you looked into them it was like you could imagine an entire life and future with him by your side, living together and sneaking around in love.

But you also had to cope with the idea that it wasn’t real.

The worst part about it was when you knew you’d be seeing him. Your friend groups had a major overlap, so any gathering you knew you would be seeing him. Like tonight. You made yourself look a bit nicer, and you had to tell yourself it wasn’t because you’d be seeing Wilbur – even if you knew it was a lie. The bar would be dark, so there was almost no point to making sure you looked so nice. You felt the need to do it anyways. 

When you showed up, most of your friends were already there. Wilbur was too. He wore this brown button up, with the sleeves pulled up, and fuck he must know what he’s doing to you. He had to know. His arms were muscular from playing guitar, and they were an impressive sight. You had to force your eyes to move on as you approached. 

Everyone greeted you as you sat, smiling around at everyone as you lost yourself in the drone of the music and conversation. You refrained from looking over at Wilbur, too worried you’d lose yourself in your own staring. It was tough, though. He was like the sun in an otherwise dark bar, and he always seemed to catch your attention. You had to keep reminding yourself to look away, which made you pay less attention to the conversation your friends were having.

That ended up being a mistake, within minutes you realized that the majority of your friends were leaving, except for, of course, Wilbur. It was awkward, at least to you. He seemed perfectly content to sit there and look out at the people around him, just quietly observing. 

The observation fell final when it reached you, somewhat zoned out at you stared at him and pondered a future that could never be.

“You alright?” Wilbur asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry,” you flushed slightly, looking away.

He chuckled, “it’s alright. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been good,” you spoke plainly, “You? How’s the band?”

“Good!” He perked up at the mention of the band, “We’ve been working on music and stuff, and it’s been going really well. If it weren’t so loud, I’d show you some, I have a bunch of voice memos on my phone.” He spoke so enthusiastically, and it made your heart hurt slightly. 

“Another time then,” you smiled softly, trying to be as polite despite the mixture of pining and anxiety in your chest. 

He nodded, “yeah, another time.” He went quiet, but it wasn’t for long. A girl approached from the bar, coming over and chatting him up. That was a big thing. Wilbur wasn’t just attractive to you, he was just attractive. Everyone wanted him. And although he was polite and always turned them down, for whatever reason, it still was a sight to see. He could have anyone he wanted, and the chances you could handle that thought, especially in a relationship, were not high. But it wouldn’t stop your fantasizing. 

Of his eyes, staring at you full of love instead of polite friendliness. Of running your hands through his soft hair and watching it fall back into place. Of making a place in his life, a t-shirt left behind in his room after you go home in the evening. Of walking in his room barefoot to join him in bed at night. Of going to dinner parties and having loving arguments. Of moving to a coastal town together to get away from the noise of city life.

But the fantasies would always fade. And part of you hated them. Because of the blush they left on your face and the way they would always keep you from being able to see him as just a friend. Because moments like this, a girl slowly running her hand down his arm, reminded you of just how unreal your fantasizing is, and how it could never be.

The girl left after what was clearly striking out, and Wilbur turned back towards the table, a faint blush left on his cheeks. It was such a beautiful sight, but you had to keep yourself from getting lost in the fantasies once more, lest you embarrass yourself for all of time to come. 

“Sorry,” Wilbur hummed out, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, happens often?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes.”

“You never say yes.” You noted simply.

He nodded, “Yeah. Just… nothing against them, but I have my eyes sort of set on someone, so it’s not really within my best interests to entertain one night stands at best.”

You chuckled, but you felt your heart sinking slightly, “I guess that makes sense.”

He nodded again, looking away almost shyly. 

The rest of the night was a lot smoother after your friends returned, making the conversation flow easily. By the end of the night, you were exhausted emotionally and socially. You were one of the first to leave, standing outside and waiting for your taxi. The door opened behind you, but you didn’t turn to see who it was. 

Wilbur came and stood next to you, fiddling with his hands, “So, uhm,” he started, “another time?”

You looked over at him, a bit confused, “What?”

“You said another time, inside. I was wondering… when you’d like that to be.”

You faltered a bit, somewhat unsure of what to say, “Uh, I’m free whenever, I guess.”

He smiled softly, “Well, I have a band rehearsal on Tuesday. Would you… want to come?”

You thought for a moment. You should turn it down, knowing how hard it would be on you. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. “Yeah. Sure. Text me the address?”

He nodded softly, face lit up, “Yeah! I will, absolutely. I’ll- uh- I’ll see you then.”

You smiled softly and nodded, “See you then.”

Your cab pulled up, and you watched as Wilbur headed back in. You got in the cab, a gentle smile on your face as you couldn’t help but have a flicker of hope in your chest for the future.

[rat-father]

Part 2 tomorrow im sleepy rn

-- tw;; conditioned whumpee, pet whump, (fear of) abandonment, reluctant caretaker, not bad but not the best caretaker, self deprication, caretaker new master --

Caretaker's mother had always told them not to make eye contact with the homeless. Not to give them the time of day or interact with them. Keep to yourself and walk past.

But the scarred man barely managing to stay upright on his knees caught them too off guard for them to realize their mistake of staring, until he stared back. He flinched back against the fence, rattling the loose metal bars. And Caretaker took a step back out of instinct in return. Their eyes scanned the surrounding empty streets before falling back on the dull, worn out collar around the man's neck. They could barely make out a name on the metal tag shaking alongside him.

They approached him carefully like he was an animal ready to pounce. With a slight stutter and as much distance between them as viable they pinched the tag between their fingers and read the name.

"Whumpee?"

Even their soft voice made his eyes dart up to them and his body push back further into the fence. The position already couldn't be comfortable on its own, but they imagined the old wounds and scars made the pain worse.

"Ah…Is, is that your name?" Caretaker asked.

His breath hitched and he nodded quietly.

"Okay,"

They put distance between the two of them again to put together their thoughts. But perhaps Whumpee thought they would walk away, because he scrambled forward to their feet and pressed his forehead on the ground before them. Caretaker stifled their yelp with a hand over their mouth.

"I'm not…I'm not leaving you, bud.." Although they wished they could more and more by the second.

"Please," a tiny voice croaked beneath them, clearing his throat to be more audible. "Please, I can be good— I will be good for you. I will be a good pet and obey. Please take me in, Master."

Caretaker desperately looked around once more, but it was still just them and the abandoned pet on the lone streets. They sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'll… take care of you, alright? I just have to— ah! I'm gonna be late for work!"

They took the pet by their arm and dragged them to his feet. Whumpee stumbled after them as they ran back into the apartment building. Caretaker missed their pocket completely whilst rushing to get the keys out, fumbling with the lock and finally throwing him inside when the door opened.

Whumpee still had enough strength in him for his reflexes to save him from hitting the ground face first, landing mostly on his bruised arm instead. With a short groan he pushed himself back on his knees. Master had closed the door and left likely before he even hit the ground. The pet had already taken too much of their precious time, and he'd have to make up for it later. Guilt and ecstasy swirled in his chest, knowing he'd finally found a home again, and already made his new master upset. His master who was hesitant in taking the ugly pet in to begin with.

The pet could only hope Master would take mercy on him, and bless him with another, more proper, chance to prove his worth.

[toothfa-1-ry]

I (HATE) LOVE YELLOW TULIPS - JEONG JAEHYUN

Jaehyun always had a hate love feeling towards yellow tulips. Little did he know that yellow tulips would be the cause of his pain till the very end

GENRE: Hanahaki disease, unrequited love, reincarnation, one-sided love, angst, slight gore, Jaehyun x gn reader (reader walks up to the altar), Mentions of Johnny, "I love you, but your not mine" trope

WARNING: mentions of blood, death, detailed mentions of blood, tw, self depricating thoughts

A/N: Tumblr is based on the number of reblogs and not likes! If you enjoyed it please reblog and say something as well! I hope you enjoyed reader~

🌷

Yellow tulips symbolise unrequited love.

You always reminded Jaehyun of yellow tulips. So beautiful, so pretty

You always loved yellow tulips,

Perhaps that was the reason why Jaehyun wasn't surprised when he began coughing up those dainty yellow tulip petals that you so much adored. Or perhaps it was because he related so much to what yellow tulips symbolise.

To forever be there in the background not even the second choice, not even a choice.

🌷

Jaehyun watches you smile brightly as you slowly walk up to the altar holding a bouquet of yellow tulips

You always loved the colour yellow

Jaehyun watches you as your soon husband to be Johnny holds your hand and looks at you in a way which tore Jaehyun's heart because that was the way he looked at you. Everytime, everyday

Jaehyun watches you and Johnny kiss when they proclaim the both of you as a newly married couple, fighting down the familiar taste that was forcing its way out of his throat

He was probably clapping the loudest, probably smiling the widest. Maybe that way he could trick himself to be happy for the both of you, maybe that way he could trick himself into thinking that he doesn't love you.

But he can't. Not when he has always loved you. Not when you were the only person he could ever love.

Jaehyun stares at the bathroom floor now stained with blood and yellow tulip petals.

His nose hits the familiar scent that he once loved but grew to despise as the disgusting but so familiar taste climbs its way up and out of his mouth as he gasp for air clutching his stomach

He could hear laughter and shouting from outside the bathroom. Everyone else was celebrating you and Johnny's wedding while he was wishing to had never been born

Aimlessly floating in space without existing would have been so easy he couldn't help but think as the noise drowned out from the constant ach in his chest.

Maybe in his next life he could be reborn as a star, twinkling brightly in the night sky as lovers gaze up to him. Maybe in his next life he would be loved.

He would be loved like how he loved you. And perhaps in his next life you could love him back. Perhaps you could smile at him like how he always smiled at you, hold him like how he always held you. But Jaehyun knew, that this was all just wishful thinking and that even in his next life he would always just be there. Floating aimlessly in your life.

Jaehyun slowly sits on the bathroom floor, his back behind the door as his breathing become shallow, as his eye sight became softer

He knew the floor was probably the most unhygienic place to sit on considering where he was but he couldn't care less his legs didn't have the strength to stand, not could he bother to walk. He just stared at the yellow tulips floating in the puddle of red as the room fills with a scent he grew to hate.

Jaehyun wishes that the pain would stop. His head aching, his throat burning. The never ending pain in his heart which won't stop. He wished it would all end

Jaehyun had always believed you would finally come around and notice him. He believed that you would finally see him, the boy who was always with you, the boy who loved you. But he was always your bestfriend. Nothing more, nothing less

He could hear you laughing from outside, he could hear how happy you seemed to be with your husband, with the people you love.

He could hear how happy you were without him and it broke Jaehyun's heart everytime you reminded him of his sad lonely state.

Always there but never chosen

Always giving and never given

Always loving you..but never loved back by you

He didn't realise that his cheeks were wet, he didnt realise the teardrops falling from his eyes. But he could hear the thumping of his heart slowly fading, he could feel the blooming of flowers inside his body

Maybe it was at that moment Jae realised that it really was the end for him. He heard of people dying from the same disease he was infected with but he never thought he would be one of them.

He believed you would heal him, give him a kiss and tell him it will all be okay and the flowers in his heart will vanish leaving only 2 hearts inlove. Life was funny, it never seemed to work the way he wanted it to.

Jaehyun's breathing gets short as he struggled to suck in the air, he felt the petals suffocating him, he felt the sweet disgusting taste down his throat.

He felt his entire heart twisting, he saw his vision get blurry as petals fell from all the openings it could find.

"I love you y/n" Jaehyun mutters out as he gasped for air, for one last time, for you

"but you aren't mine"

And you'll never be

🌷

It would be a few hours before people would realise that Jaehyun was missing, a few hours after Jaehyun's last breath was taken away

But somewhere out there, outside the bathroom, maybe in a small park or maybe in a far away valley,

There was a yellow tulip slowly blooming.

There was Jaehyun.

[queerwitchydisaster]

TW - S*xual Abuse & slight self deprication

[felswritingfire]

If you are still doing the hand holding prompts, could you do 16, bringing hands to lips, with the Summoners' local himbo Kengo, please?

I- uh- I don’t think this is what you were necessarily looking for, but like, have some Kengo angst that ends in a happy ending! Also, if fighting makes you squimish and the mentions of wounds/blood, please know that there is a lot of mention of it in this!

 16. Bringing hands to lips

idk if this needs tw, but! I will add them anyway because the symptoms kinda add up: Tw: Implied depression; death mention; slight self deprecation

You sighed through your nose, glancing up at the starry sky as you lay in the grass. Your knuckles ache, your lip split and a nice bruise was forming along your side. You grimace. It wasn’t good enough. You weren’t good enough. Not like this. You had to get stronger.

 After the events with the Genonciders, you’ve felt muddled- like nothing felt right. You realized just how weak you were compared to the power houses you met. As loath as you were to admit it- they terrified you right down to your bones. You wouldn’t have been- still wouldn’t be- able to stop them from hurting your friends if they had decided that they wanted to get rid of them. 

You couldn’t have that. You wouldn’t have that. Not after what happened to Shino- your friends were the only semblance of what a family really was. You weren’t about to lose another one to anyone else.

Though, you felt guilty about the way you were going about it- it felt like you were keeping a secret. And you supposed you were, in a way. 

 You’d been keeping your distance with the others, sneaking off to participate in illegal fighting rings; you’ve been making up excuses, trying to make any sort of bullshit explanation for why you were leaving right after school or guild meetings, or you would just disappear without telling anyone. It wasn’t right. You knew that. Thinking about it made a dull ache bloom in your chest: every crestfallen look that passed Ryota’s face when you’d turn him down for a snack break; the hurt that swirled in Shiro’s eyes when you’d make up an excuse- he knew it was an excuse, you felt it in your bones- to avoid hanging out after class to catch up on the latest books you two have been reading; the concern behind Toji’s voice even as he would scold you when you’d come back to the dorms, worse for wear, when you decided to sneak off and refuse to tell him anything- Hell, the friends that you did make there, or recognized, were even starting to worry about you.

 “You look like shit,” someone had remarked. 

You had smiled back, teeth bloodied and nose dripping red. You could feel the way your jaw pulsated with a new bruise forming. “Thanks.”

They faltered, their lips twitching into a frown. They were a regular at this particular fighting circle- just a transient that you got to know, though they never gave you their name. “Hey, look. I-” they took a breath, leaning against the wall, “I don’t know what’s going on, but maybe you should talk to someone who does understand, kid.”

At first, you hadn’t said anything, just nodded, looking away from them and at your hands. They hurt so much: new calluses forming upon your old ones from how much you’d been using your sword now. You were tired; you just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again. But then who would protect the others? Who would be the pillar that they clung to for support?

Then, you had offered them another smile, one with less bloody teeth, and said, “thanks, but I can’t go worrying them any more than I am now.”

They had blinked but let it go, watching you walk to the middle of the group of roaring “fans” as your name got called out for the fifth time that night to fight another round. You were a fan favorite- good. It means you could get more practice in.

At least that’s what you thought at the time. It quickly changed when you had slipped back in through your window. You groaned when you landed on the bed; the pressure of hitting the bed rattling your already sore bones despite the worst of the wounds vanishing after the app battle had been closed. You whined as you pushed yourself back up, convincing yourself to at least take a shower and try to figure out a way to hide the bruises that hadn’t been erased- 

“Hey.” 

You almost jumped three feet in the air and immediately felt a searing ache burst through your muscles, though you tried to swallow it down. “Hey-” You cleared your throat. “Hey, Ken, how’s it going?”

“Where were you?”

You felt your face grow hot. “N-nowhere important. What’re you doing in my room?”

“I spent half the day lookin’ for you with the others.”

You had never heard him so upset. He sounded like an angry father. A worried, angry father. You vaguely had the thought that he’d make a good dad with a kid and a spouse- and then you stopped as soon as you thought of it. You didn’t like the tight, ugly lump settling at the bottom of your belly. You bit your lip, your gaze darting to the floor. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“And you haven’t answered mine either, Partner.”

You felt like you were sweating, like you were too hot under the hoodie that you had put on when you snuck out. It was suffocating. “I did. I said I was nowhere important.” 

You refused to look up, even as the silence stretched on. You didn’t want to see the look on his face. Then you heard a sigh and the chair at your desk creak as he got up. His feet came into view and all you could do was stand still and wait for his next move. “Partner.” 

You still didn’t look up.

“Partner.”

Your eyes were starting to sting.

“Y/N?”

Your head was pounding and you sniffled.

“Hey, are you alright?” Kengo’s hands came out to touch your hand, you hissed as the pads of his fingers ran over a cut that ran from between your index and middle finger to the middle of your wrist. You hadn’t even realized that that one didn’t heal up. That guy must have gotten you deeper than you initially thought. He went stock still.

The silence that clung to the air of the room was stifling. You took a gulp of air, and then a shaky laugh left your lips, awkward and uncomfortable, watery from the unshed tears. “S-sorry about that, Ken.” You glanced at the digital clock while you pulled down your sleeves over your knuckles. It was already 11:40, and you two had school tomorrow. “Oh, wow, it’s late, isn’t it?” You started urging him to the door.

“Hey! Wait! What happened to your hand?” He was fighting the want to push against you, you could feel it in the way his muscles tensed. 

“Nothing! Nothing! I just bumped into something!” 

You had managed to push him towards the door, opening it, before urging him to step out of the door frame, when he caught your wrist in a soft grip. You still winced. He looked at you, his eyes round with worry before they glanced back down to your hand. He gently took the end of your sleeve and pushed it down to where the cut ended. He took a quick inhale of air. “What happened? Did someone do this to you? Partner, I-” 

When he looked  up, you watched through glassy eyes as his expression dropped. It made your heart hurt when you pulled your hand out of his grasp, slowly closing your door. “No one, Ken. I’ll be fine. Sweet dreams and see you tomorrow morning.”

You wanted to add more but you decided to leave it there. It wasn’t like you two were anything “special”, sure you were friends, but you weren’t what you wanted to be with him the most. You weren’t anything more than a very close friend and you felt sick to your stomach when you realized the warm pool of happiness forming at the bottom of your ribs when you heard Kengo shuffling away from the door fifteen minutes after you kicked him out of your room.

You groan, moving to lay on your side. This was stupid. You were stupid. Reminiscing over something that had happened almost a week ago. You look down at your hand with the cut. It had healed to a scar, doming in the middle of it and still an irritated shade at the edges. It was no thicker than your pinky, but when it happened, it just about split your hand, just stopping shy of cutting all the way through your palm when you managed to hit the Transient’s side and knocking him out of the ring. 

It was a victory, but you still didn’t feel any pleasure out of it, even as you thought about it now. 

You sat up as you heard footsteps crunch the soft grass. You were surprised when you saw Kengo climbing up the hill you were at, he paused as he got a good look at you; his eyes looked sad, yet his brows turned down into an angry v. 

“Hey, Ken-” You began, hoping you would be able to downplay the wounds that littered your skin. You wished it was an app battle, but what could you do when you got jumped right outside of the app circle you were participating in. 

He didn’t give you a moment to stand up as he pushed you back down so that you were sitting on the grass, his hands cupping your cheeks. You’ve never thought he’d hold something so carefully in your life- it was like you were made out of glass, that you were a moment's breath from breaking. It made you feel like you were something more. You could feel the way his fingers tremble against your skin and you watched as the corners of his eyes pooled with a wetness you weren’t expecting. His palm was rough as it moved down your cheek until his thumb brushed over the cut on your lip. It didn’t hurt, not with how gently he ghosted over the wound. His hand slipped down under your chin to rest against your neck for a moment, playing with the hairs at the back of your neck, before he let go and placed the pads of his fingers against the back of your hand. You let him bring it up for him to look at it. The fingers of your hands were bruised, but not as bad as your knuckles which were black and were crusting over with dried blood. He rubbed his thumb over the scar of the cut. You almost wanted to giggle from the tickling feeling it sent through you. “What happened?”

Your heart clenched at how broken he sounded, like it physically hurt him to see you like this. And maybe it did. You know that it made you sick to your stomach to see him all beat up. You almost bit your lip when he pressed his thumb against the corner of your mouth. “Don’t.” It almost sounded like he was begging. 

You took in a shuddering breath, tears already slipping down your cheeks before you could stop them. “I’m sorry.” You croaked. “I’m sorry. I just want to be stronger.”

“What’re you talking about? You’re already the strongest person I know. I- I…” He trailed off, his face pinching into a look of frustration. You waited. 

He squeezed your hands again, gently as he could, and brought your knuckles up to his lips. You felt the air rush out of your lungs. Kengo’s lips were slightly chapped, a tad rough in some places but completely soft in others. Just how he was. “Kengo…” You breathed as he lowered your hands. 

“I don’t… I don’t know what’s going on. But I get it. I get what it feels like to feel like you’re weak and- and that you can’t take care of the people important to you. But-” He pulled you into a hug, “I ain’t gonna let you break yourself just to become stronger. That’s something stupid that I would do, you know? You’re not alone anyway. I’ll be here to take care of you. You’re my partner after all.”

A broken sob left your throat and you went slack against him, your aching bones finally resting. And you just cried- it felt so good to cry- as Kengo held you to him, pressing kisses to the side of your head, murmuring promises of how he would never leave you. 

[kazik-bitch-ass-motherfucker]

Sometimes, I forget I exist. So, it genuinely surprises me when someone else acknowledges my existence. Sometimes, even with friends and family. Like, I barely exist to me, what do you mean I had an impact on you? You remember that about me? I was told I’m easy to forget about so, why did you bother to think about me? It’s especially weird when neighbors think about me. Like, yeah, I’ve passed by you a couple of times on walks, but you formed an opinion of me? What? You want to talk to me? Get to know me? Nobody’s wanted to do that since high school! The most interesting thing about me is my shirts! I’m boring! What do you mean you care about my opinion of you!? We don’t have mutual friends, why do I matter to you!? Like, I’m genuinely shocked at the amount of neighbors that have said to me on my walks, “You’re doing/looking really good,” and I’m like, “???!?!” Like, who are you?? I exist to other people?!? What????? What do you mean I’ve inspired you??? I know I’ve lost a lot of weight since I started walking regularly, but???? You noticed???? Whaaaa???? I didn’t think my existence had any impact on people!! I didn’t think anyone cared!! What is this!?!?

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Thomas: So...how are you guys today?

Roman: Great, stellar, fantastic, but dead inside.

Logan: Slowly but surely dying.

Virgil: I'm currently about three particularly hurtful insults from crying in the bathroom.

Deceit: I’m breathing, sadly.

Remy: I’m crying inside and I require coffee and another 48 hours of sleep.

Patton: Ya know, I was gonna say today was fun and sunshine but I really can’t lie to you guys because I love all of you. I feel freaking sad.

Thomas: I’m very concerned right now for all six of you.

[mlm-mod-taka]

Can I request togami with a gn reader who's stoic, blunt and tends to be very forgetful (kinda like Muichiro from demon slayer)

STOIC READER • byakuya x gn reader

yes, of course! actually, your request reminded me that i still needed to watch the demon slayer movie. i ended up crying for 2 hours because rengoku was my favorite hashira, and i still havent moved on. its been two weeks. /nm /lh. i do hope my sad mood didn't ruin my writing ability in this, enjoy!

tws/cws: none that i can think of.

|| -> mod taka <3

at first, togami thought that your traits were a little... strange. the fact that you're so quiet and expressionless is nice because he has to deal with less outspoken people, but it also makes him curious.

he rarely meets quiet people that aren't entitled or self-depricating, so he tries to make some conversation with you. you're one of the few people that caught his eye for decent reasons, so he treats you with some subtle kindness.

when you start to slowly open up to him, he does the same. you both seem to be people that rarely talk to others unless necessary, so you get along in some unusual, but strangely sweet ways.

the first time you were forgetful with him, he didn't pay much mind to it. you were about to write something on your notebook for class, but you forgot where you placed your pen. byakuya just pointed at your desk, where the pen was. after you thanked him, he's just left with the thought of "didn't know someone could forget something so easily." then went on with his day.

doesn't make fun of you for being forgetful; since you're one of the few people that he doesn't have a bad/forced relationship with, he tolerates it, and actually thinks its a little endearing at times.

is relieved to meet such a blunt person like you, actually. while he is quite straight forward, there are some things that he doesn't say to other people. maybe its out of pity or not deeming it as necessary, but when you point it out, he's happy that he can finally talk about it, since you're the one that brought it up, not him.

it gives him slight whip lash when you don't mind saying really honest opinions about his own actions to him. though; he brushes it off as a good thing, since it shows that you aren't intimidated by him. this, to him, is necessary for anyone he wants to start a relationship with.

as time passes on, you two realize how much each others presence has improved both of your daily lives. so, it really does make sense when byakuya admits that he has feelings for you.

he sees you as someone who is genuinely interesting and a good match for him, as well as a person who doesn't mind that he's well known in the world, and sees him as a regular person. in his eyes, you're the perfect s/o. its the perfect fit when you admit the feeling is mutual.

just a really great and weirdly wholesome relationship. you get someone you love, who reminds you of things because you might forget, and he gets someone that he enjoys being around. very cute!

[stoney-siren]

May I Have This Dance? PART 1 (Sal Fisher x Gender Nuetral!Reader)

I decided to stray a bit from my usual AOT content and give some attention to the other fandoms I’m in, like Sally Face! :)

Summary: Senior year at Nockfell High is coming to an end, which means prom night it coming up soon. Although usually Sal Fisher is not one for high school get-togethers, he’s been wanting to ask (Y/N) to the dance, though it’s not as easy as most people make it seem. He just doesn’t know how to ask them.

This is the first part, I plan on there being two parts to this fanfic, possibly three.

TW: Swearing, possible mentions of drug use, slight angst? 

“Bullshit!” Larry burst into laughter, throwing his head back as he held his stomach. His rather embarrassed friend tensed up at his reaction. “You wanna ask (Y/N) to prom?” He continued to giggle, as his fit of laughter died down.

“Can you try and be quiet? What if your mom hears.. She’s gonna never let it down!” Sal tugged at his pigtails out of nervousness, pacing around the room.

“Come on, who cares? You should ask them!” The taller boy encouraged as he shut the door to his bedroom, turning his attention back to his blue haired buddy.

If only it was that easy, Sal wanted to say, but he just knew Larry would shoot back with something irritating and snarky. So instead, Sal fell back onto one of Larrys beanbags and let out a loud and irritated sigh. His friend soon followed persuit, jumping onto the beanbag that sat beside Sals.

“I just.. Cant. Who would wanna spend prom night with somebody like me anyways?” His self deprication captured Larrys attention faster than the reaction of a mouse on a mouse trap.

“Oh don’t give me that shit Sally dude! Anybody would be lucky to have you, everyone knows it too! You’re caring and funny, quick witted and honestly just somebody everyone wants to have by their side!” Larry exlaimed, though his words fell upon deaf ears.

Sal was too busy just day dreaming about (Y/N), he admired everything about them, the way they laughed, the color of their beautiful eyes, and the pure look of joy that washes over their face whenever he lets them paint his nails or put stickers on his prosthetic.

“Sal? Sally Face! You listening?” Larry called out, finally getting Sals attention.

“Oh, shit, sorry.. No, I’m not.” Sal shook his head and grabbed ahold of his pigtails again, glancing down at the floor and sighing.

Larry hated seeing his friend like this, he was aware of how low Sals confidence could be sometimes, but he’d never dare to point it out in fear of upsetting him or making things worse. He wished he could show Sal what all their friends and himself thought of him, then maybe he’d see himself in a brighter light.

“I think you should head back upstairs and get some rest now, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, alright?” Larry gave Sal a light punch on the shoulder before standing up and walking to the door with him.

“Yeah, alright. See you tomorrow Larry Face.” With that, he shut the door behind himself and headed to the elevator, pausing at the second floor button, thinking of (Y/N) before hitting the fourth floor button.

Your POV

You laid in your bed peacefully, staring up at the ceiling as the light from your lava lamp illuminated the room. The light was your favorite color, lighting up the side of your face as your thoughts raced for the future. Usually on a Sunday night, you’d play your music so loud that Todd would come over from his apartment and tell you to keep it down, but so many things were on your mind that you just didn’t have the energy to start a little fight with Todd. 

“Maybe I’ll talk to Ash about it, she always has good advice.” You mumbled as you turned and killed your lava lamps energy. You have had a crush on Sal Fisher since Sophomore year, but you never got the chance to talk about it with him or anyone for that matter.

Letting out a final sigh, you shut your eyes and melted into a world of memories and dreams.

“(Y/N)! Get up dear! You’re gonna be late for school if you don’t!” Your mother called from outside your room, this was how you usually woke up before school. She would always pretend to be in a panic, and tell you that you’re late to try and get you out of bed sooner, though sometimes her act would be real. That’s why you always check the clock in your room to see if she was lying or not.

“It’s 7:30, mom.” You mumbled as you pushed the blankets off yourself, Todd probably wasn’t even here yet to walk with you to school. Since you two both lived on the second floor, you guys have walked to school together since the first day of Freshmen year, then Larry, Ash, and Sal came into the picture and you guys became a team.

“Still, get up!” She called, her voice sounded more further away this time. You knew she wasn’t gonna stop pestering you until you got up. So while pushing the covers off your body, you got to your feet and picked out and outfit for today.

After breakfast, you brushed your teeth just as you heard a knock at the door, and your mom open the door to greet Todd.

“Hi Mrs. (L/N), is (Y/N) ready?” His voice grew louder as you stepped closer to the door and stopped next to your mom.

“Hey Todd, I’m ready!” Giving him a smile, he returned it as he lead you down the hallway and to the elevator. He hit the button as he attempted to make conversation with you.

“So how have your grades been? Excited for the end of the year?” He turned his head to make eye contact with you.

“Yeah I guess, I’m still not completely sure what I want to do once I graduate, but I know I’ll have you and everybody else to go to for support.” You responded in a tired tone, still a bit dazed from just waking up only 10 minutes ago. Todd nodded at your response as the elevator chimed.

The two metal doors slid open to reveal Sal and Larry standing on the other side, they looked ready for school just as much as you and Todd.

“Oh hey!” Larry called, “You two look like shit!” He laughed, Todd grimaced in annoyance while you just rubbed one of your eyes, trying to wake up.

“Yeah well your eyebags got eyebags and I’m sure Sals looking more than tired under that prosthetic.” Todd shot back as he stepped into the elevator, you supposed everyone was up late studying, since Mrs. Packerton always has extremely hard ‘end of the year’ tests. The fact that she’s a cultist makes trying to focus more difficult.

You stepped into the elevator and stood between Todd and Sal, taking notice in how quiet Sal was. It wasn’t unusual for him to not say anything, but a small hello could always be heard from him whenever we saw each other.

“You okay Sally Face? You seem a bit quiet.” Larry seemed to get a kick out of comment since he snickered and nudged Sal with his elbow.

“Yeah, what’s up bud?” Larry questioned in an almost teasing tone, it confused you, but you also knew that Sal and Larry always had their own little inside jokes. Maybe something happened last night while they were studying together, probably something involving Larry’s terrible toilet humor, or maybe they just got high again and completely blew off studying.

“Nothing, just tired.” Thats when you noticed how red Sals ears were, though you didn’t think much of it since you just wanted to get to school and get these seven hours of hell over with.

School never failed to be the same as always, with Travis and his homophobic and just down right ignorant remarks, the lunch food always smelling strange (especially the bologna), and of course messing around in the hallways and during lunch time with some of your favorite people. This time at lunch though you asked to speak with Ashley in private, she and Todd were the best advice givers you knew, but you just didn’t have as much faith in Todd in keeping a secret as you did with Ash.

“Whats up, (Y/N)?” The two of you stood behind the school as you anxiously looked around for any people who could overhear you.

“I, um, I needed some advice. It’s about the prom coming up this week..” You mumbled as Ashley burst into squeals of excitement, smiling widely to you.

“Oh I’m so excited you came to me for help! So you want to ask somebody, right? Who is it? Is it Larry?” She giggled and nudged you, trying her best to get the name out.

“No! It’s Sal!” Not even sure where that little outburst came from, you lifted a hand over your mouth in shock, as Ashley’s face only stretched further into happiness as she grabbed your shoulders.

“Oh I just knew you had a crush on him! You always laugh at all his jokes, and compliment him whenever you get the chance! And if you ask me, I think he might like you too!” That suggestion made your face burn, the thought of Sal actually returning such feelings made your heart warm.

“C- Come on, don’t say that!.. But do you really think that?” Ash nodded in response as she took your hand.

“You have to ask him out! And I know just who can help us.”

[deanwanddamons]

My 2K Celebration Masterlist

This is the Masterlist for all the wonderful entries I have received for my 2K followers celebration. Thank you to everyone who submitted. I still have some more to come in, so I will be adding them as I receive them. Dean also loved reading them, and he hopes you enjoyed his comments! He was hard to control, but I think I reigned him in! 

Entries under the cut. 

Don’t Tell The Elf - @little-diable - Summary: Dean always gets rather distracted as he’d watch lotr with the reader, turning it into a metaphor of their own. Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving)

Miracle on 34th Street - @jawritter - Summary: Time doesn’t heal all wounds, sometimes it just drives them into our bones and festers there, until forgiveness is a four letter word, and it’s to late for second chances. Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of past heartbreak, multiple viewpoints, I think that’s about everything for this one. It’s pretty much flooff lol

Way Down We Go - @smol-and-grumpy - Summary: Watching an online concert with Jensen. Naked. I don’t know how to summarize. Warnings: NSFW, oral, fluff

No Place Like Home - @missjenniferb

Always Remember Us This Way - @deangirl93 - Summary: Maintaining the facade of a normal life while hunting was harder than Dean had imagined. Warnings: Swearing, Some fluff, Smut: Brief dry humping, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, people), ANGST, Tears, Sadness, Dean’s self deprication rears it ugly head.

Perfect - @thinkinghardhardlythinking - Summary: After a hunt Dean and Y/N are forced to have a conversation about their relationship. Warnings: Angst. Flangst. There are allusions to abuse and bad relationships/domestic violence in the Reader’s past. I’d say it’s not really explored but consider this a potential TW anyway. Show level violence. Anger.

Composure - @katelynw93 - Summary: Dean and (Y/N) take their shot at a normal life and settle down. Over the years, they have a few kids. Things are good. Until they’re not. What will Dean do when his past comes back to put an end to his happily ever after? Warnings: ANGST! Descriptions of blood. Mentions of breaking and entering. Kidnaping. Show level violence/outbursts of anger. 

Work Perks - @wonder-cole - Summary: None. Rating: M for Mature

Constellations - @there-must-be-a-lock - Summary: None. Warnings: Smut. Incredibly fluffy smut. 

Lie To Me - @jensenswinchester - Summary: The classic truth spell trope with a wicked twist. Warnings: Dean’s an asshole. Angst makes the world go ‘round. Insecurities briefly mentioned. Did I mention Dean’s an asshole? Fluff if you squint.

I’m Done Being Scared - @waywardbaby - Summary: You tried many times talking to him about how you felt and failed. Will your final attempt pay off? Warnings : Angst, second guessing choices to be made, a surge of self confidence towards the end along with a fluff-ish conclusion and an adorable Dean bean.

Remember My Name - @anaelsbrunette - Summary: Y/N can never move past that night, constantly feeling nothing but the need to avenge the poor soul lost, but with a new person running lose in Gotham, she may just get the chance to take a new plan into effect. Warnings: BATMAN/SPN CROSSOVER! Dean is Jason Todd!, murder, angst, death, grief, arguments, light fluff, cussing, violence, plotting murder, implied smut, making out

Eight Years - @440mxs-wife - Summary: Reader goes to Kansas City for a ‘Girls Weekend’ with her friends, while the guys decide to have a weekend of their own in the bunker. But, the guys get bored and decide to join the girls, which has everyone paired up except for Dean and the Reader. Will true feelings finally come out, or will it be Friend-Zone City? Warnings: Mutual Pining, a smidgen of angst, mostly fluffy though.

Home In A Motel Pool - @herstarburststories - Summary: Dean and you have some fun in the motel's pool. Warnings: sex in the pool, p in v, dirty talk

Racing Hearts - @waywardnerd67 - Summary: In between saving people and hunting things, Dean Winchester races his Baby down the streets of whatever town he may be in. After catching a case in Oklahoma, the Winchesters run into a familiar face who shares the same needs as Dean for speed. Warnings: Fluff/Street Racing

A Losing Game - @tvdspngirl314 - Summary: When the girl he always loved confesses her feelings for Dean, unfortunately he can't show his true emotions for her. Warnings : angst (a lots of it), unrequited feelings (maybe), broken reader, broken dean

Irresistibly Yours - Chapter 1 - @msmarvelouswinchester - Summary : Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer? Warnings: None for this chapter.

Choices - @themrsdeanwinchester - Summary: None. Warnings: spoiler-is for season 15, violence, hurt, demon, major character death, language

Ride - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad - Summary: Dean and you go on a sleigh ride date. Warnings: Almost Christmas, Dean being a softie romantic kind of boyfriend, unestablished relationship, fluff, flirting, romantic sleigh ride.

Drug of Choice - @calaofnoldor​ - Summary: A night of drunken rambling leads to an unexpected change in your relationship status the next day. Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, very slight allusions of alcoholism/talk of drug addiction,   reader likes the sound of their voice a bit too much when drunk,   fluff, implied smut

Leather and Heels - @downanddirtydean​ - Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday, and you decide to gift him one of his bedroom fantasies. Warnings: fluff and smut, light bondage, use of handcuffs, blind fold, riding crop, and ball gag, oral sex (male receiving), rough-ish sex 

The Librarian - @winchest09​ - Summary: Y/N had been The Bunker’s own librarian ever since the Winchesters had found her one fateful night. Weighed down by her books and knowledge, fed up with the same routine day in and day out, she strived for something new. But there was one man standing in her way. The same man who had stolen her heart. Dean Winchester. Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, smidge of blood, arguments, confessions, fluff, kissing.

Up On The Rooftop - @justagirlinafandomworld​ - Summary: It’s one week to Christmas and something is amiss! Santa’s sitting on the rooftop, lost in his thoughts. Maybe a secret you’ve been carrying will cheer him up! Warnings: Whimsical. Rhyming. Fluff. I’m working through some serious writer’s block, so that’s also a warning.

A Game - @chocolateheart​ - Summary: Apparently, you like to play with food not only in the kitchen. Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female and male receiving), FOOD PLAY, Dean's lips, Dean's jaw, Dean's tongue, Dean's teeth, Dean's fingers, DEAN in general, biting, teasing. I don't know, eating? Friends to lovers.

[rewoundcircuit]

It Ends At The Break of Dawn | ZenZen | Trial 1 | Re: where do i even start tbh

As people began to speak, announcing their intents to vote for him regardless of his pleas, even shredding into him completely based on, what, a few days of conversation? In the end, though, he couldn’t bring himself to mind that much. Even if it wasn’t entirely true in his eyes, he steeled himself for it, forcing himself to stop crying so he could hear what was going on.

Then, things began to change. Tearing at each other, threats–some people here seemed more like they just want to cause a fight rather than try to live…and it was his fault, wasn’t it. If he’d just thought for a few seconds, asked someone else…but after spending so long trusting himself and himself alone to solve everyone’s problems, a killing game wasn’t gonna change that, was it?

How unfortunate.

TW: Self Depricative Language and Self Harm (just punching nothing #extreme), slight mentions of suicide

He slowly raised his fists above the podium, and in several swift motions, he banged them against the surface until the pain was enough to snap him back into focus. Hopefully it caught everyone’s attention before things could get worse.

I understand completely. Not wanting to risk your life…choosing a safe option is much easier. The–I really did want to help those last two people. As Yvon said…I did choose kill. After I saw–her, go down, I was….overwhelmed, and made a stupid choice. I won’t have anything out there anyways, so if I could do something good for a couple people in here, that’s fine, right?

I had…a bit of a feeling…when Vivan’s name showed up, instead of my mom or dad’s…was it because they didn’t matter as much to me? Or….because I don’t–

He pauses.

No. No one wants to hear that. Nezumi…that’s where I’d say you’re wrong. Rather than trading two lives for two hostages…it’s more like one life, right? I’ve been a dead man walking for longer than you’d think. Other than the obvious arrest threats…what’s the point of going back out into a world where no one cares about you? I don’t want to live a life like that.

His fists began to tremble, but he wasn’t allowed to cry. They wanted answers, wouldn’t it be the kind thing to do to provide them?

It probably…would’ve been for the best if I only involved myself. But I’m not that brave, like you said. I was a coward. I went to go get the knife, and I kept telling myself I’d just–the first person I saw, I’d do it, then I’d confess as soon as possible. But then he pushed me off and ran, and I was panicking because there was so much blood…I couldn’t go through with it. As soon as I could, I cleaned up anything I could find. I didn’t wear the bear head because…I thought it might get in the way, and if it wasn’t for that–

Well, nevermind that. I understand none of you have any incentive to listen to someone’s last words, but I want to say this regardless…can I be allowed that?

This is exactly what they want. And if this is tell tale of anything, I don’t think a single person here is capable of carrying anyone’s ‘hopes’. You all need to learn to put aside petty conflicts, to not be weighed down by anything–to trust in each other. A cautious trust, but nonetheless…I think every one of you is capable of doing good things! I don’t know if anyone believes in ghosts, or anything silly like that–but I’ll be sending good wishes as long as I exist!

Remember…ask questions: why are we here, anyways? I think it might be a good start! Try working together on that, like a group project! Aha! That last one was a little bit of a joke.

Finally, after spending such a long time hunched over, he pulled himself up again, trying to muster whatever will he had left before the end.

I never hated any of you. I swear, even if you don’t like it…I’ll always wish we could have been better friends! Ah, and Harada….I hope I won’t be seeing you too soon. Might want to tone down the attitude there.

[mlm-mod-taka]

Hey! Could I request some headcanons of Taka, Kazuichi, Gundham, and Kaito (separately) comforting their male s/o who is insecure about the way he looks?

Also, i’d like to be added to the anon list as ✨anon Thanks :)

INSECURE READER • taka, kazuichi, gundham, kaito x m reader

of course, ✨ anon! welcome to the class. i personally know how this feels in both a gender sense and in an appearance sense, so i feel like ill be able to write these slightly better because of it. remember that youre all beautiful and i think youre all worth everything in the world, never forget that! my dms are always open. anyways, enjoy your request!

tws/cws: insecurity, self hate, self deprication, mentions of t$umugi and ang13 in a positive way.

|| -> mod taka <3

initially, he took note that you looked a little down, so he let you take a break from school work. taka definitely didnt wanna add onto any stress you were feeling at the moment.

after noticing that you started wearing more baggy clothing recently, and that your mood hasnt gotten better, he confronted you in the nicest way he could, while still being his usual bold self.

when you tell him that lately youve been insecure about the way you look, and that you didnt feel attractive, he gives you a serious look, before letting you continue venting.

after youve told him everything, he immediately starts to deny everything youre thinking about to yourself, he himself seeing how handsome and charismatic you are.

his boyfriend feeling insecure about his great appearence? not on his stern watch, no sir. he states every moment that he remembers how charming you are, reassuring you more and more with each memory.

he completely understands what youre going through though, and while he is known for being very strict with the rules, he will make an exception for you. he lets you blend into the background in class rather than encouraging you to recite more, and he allows pda for the whole duration of your small slump.

is extremely encouraging when you want to try and be more confident in yourself, giving you tips to help you get a better attitude.

is also very supportive when you dont want to try it just yet. he even buys you some oversized clothing to help with your mood, also with a speech about how much he loves you and your appearance. youre basically showered in physicaly affection whenever he says his encouraging speech.

i feel like he instantly notices when you feel insecure, i headcanon that he himself has gone through some parts of his life that make him very familiar with the feeling of insecurity or self hate.

makes you a small mechanic doll of your comfort characters. doesnt matter how niche, he'll find materials to make them for you.

hates seeing you so sad, so he showers you in compliments and love, constantly giving you sappy tangents about how much he loves you.

gets you your favorite food, puts on your comfort show while you eat it together on the bed, all cuddled together in a tight blanket with the mechanical doll he made for you in your grasp.

would also watch funny american sitcoms with you, willing to do anything to see you be happy, even if its for a slight second. he wants to be your comfort zone so you can slowly be more confident in yourself and break out of your shell.

lets you take as many mental health breaks as you want, he knows how important it is to take those. hed much rather let you take breaks than slowly but surely burn out from exhaustion.

if there is any specific clothing/specific accessory that you particularly feel confident in, next thing you know there will be boxes of that at your front door, all in your favorite colors.

is always there for you, in any scenario. he will always be available for you to vent to, and whenever youre ready to help yourself, hes most likely in your room with you, cuddling and making cheesy jokes to make you feel better.

cham-p is the first to notice you being less energetic than usual, and has spotted you avoiding multiple interactions with your classmates. this worried them, seeing their other father act so unusual. so, they immediately ran over to gundham to say what they have seen, which resulted in a determined gundham.

why, his dark prince is feeling down? now this just cannot do. whichever lowly mortal hurt you is now going to feel the wrath of the supreme overlord of ice!

approaches you, very mencingly, asking who hurt you in a stern tone and in his usual dramatic language, which made you smile. seeing him so protective of your feelings and how concerned the dark devas seemed for you, made you feel validated in a way.

when you tell him why you have been in a terrible mood, he is shocked once again. you... you dont like your appearance? who?! who made you feel this way? he shall banish them in the deepest pits of hell for several millenia! even that would be much too merciful for the pain this person must've costed you.

when you explain even further to a furious gundham that it was you, and that no one else was at fault, the dark devas immediately jump to your person, snuggling against your neck while there was a tint of sorrow in gundhams usually confident expression.

assures you that youre an amazing person, both inside and out. mentions each and every detail he loves about you, while maga-z rests on your shoulder.

if you have a favorite animal that is exotic, he will definitely find a way for it to be available for you. it doesnt matter what he has to give, he'll find any way to make you happy.

isnt much for physical affection, but makes an exception in times like these. he'll always be ready to go on and on about how much he loves you when youre feeling down on yourself. he and the dark devas will always be there for you.

takes a small while to notice your mood, honestly. but he'll get there eventually! with the help of a very concerned kaede and shuichi, he will ask if anythings been going on lately.

respects your choice when you dont want to talk about it, and gives you your space when you want it. but, if you want some affection then he will never leave you alone.

will let you know hes there whenever youre ready to talk through other ways. he will always be a few feet away from you, and everytime youre anywhere near together, he will put an arm around your shoulder while calling you a cute nickname.

after awhile though, he'll try to lightly pry. he doesnt want you to suffer on your own, and he wants to be able to help his boyfriend in any way he can, you do matter the most to him after all.

once you do tell him, the first things he asks is if someone made you feel like this, offering to give them a good "talking to". when you tell him that its not anyones fault, he aggresively starts expressing how much he loves how you look.

would be one of those people who declares his love for you in the loudest, most confident way possible. everyone else in the class has to hear him ramble and yell about how cute and beautiful you are, everyone except kaede, shuichi, tsumugi, angie and gonta is so tired about hearing it.

whenever you dont want other people to see you, he offers you his jacket. he also lets you wear his clothes since he's most likely a bigger size than you. you can practically take his whole closet and he'd be fine with it.

gives you love, affection, and compliments almost every second of the day. he'll tone it down if youre overwhelmed by it. but every time he passes by you, he'll give you a compliment about your appearence, which helps you with your whole situation, reminding you that he'll always be there when you need him.