#wahhh always thinking about their friendship

[allthebestcowgirls]

katniss and gale :(

[mell0wjello]

Hiya! Sorry, this is my first time requesting something, so sorry if it's not right or anything! ':)

BUT! I saw that your requests were open, and I like your vibe, soooo I have a request, of how the Octatrio (separately, together, whatever floats your boat!) would react to an s/o who's asexual :0

WAHHH TYSMM ! I was actually already thinking about an ace s/o with Floyd so this is perfect <3

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𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Throughout the school year, Azul and you had grown quite close. What started out as a healthy competition between two hard-working students developed into a genuine friendship somewhere down the line. You developed a strong trust bond with each other, becoming the first person either of you went to for help first.

Azul noticed that today you were especially fidgety and nervous. You were picking at your nails and your eyes darted from place to place. Of course, he worried for you. He asked you to see him after school at his office in Mostro Lounge just to make sure you were ok.

The afternoon rolled by, and you came into his familiar workspace, still visibly off. You took a seat in one of the chairs, averting his gaze knowing damn well that he was seeing right through you.

Azul leaned forward and spoke in a concerned tone,

"Prefect, I can tell that something's wrong. You are clearly not feeling well. There's no point in hiding it from me, so why not just tell me?"

You sighed at the truth of his words. You looked up at the pure worry welled up in his eyes. Maybe it was for the best.

Slowly, you began

"Well... I'm worried about what others would think about me."

Azul raised his eyebrow.

"Others? It's quite unlike you to think that way. Did something happen?" Azul questioned

"The thing is... I think I'm Asexual." You said quietly

"I'm just worried about what others would think about me if they learned that. I already stand out so much because of my background, and to come out like that..."

You sighed into your hands

"I mean, will people accept me, or will they change their attitude towards me? I don't know..."

You felt Azul's hand on your shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. You looked up from your own to see he was now kneeling at eye level in front of you.

"Prefect, there's no shame in being that way." Azul spoke soothingly

"Nothing about who you are and were as a person has changed. You're still NRC's prefect. People should treat you the same way they always have."

You smiled at his comforting words. Your reaction encouraged Azul to continue

"To me, Prefect, whether you are a merman, human, or fae, you are still my closest friend. Through thick and thin, it's still you. Nothing will change that."

You leaned in to give Azul a hug. Azul quietly gasped in surprise. This was a first. But nonetheless, he put his arms on your back as well.

"Thank you so much Azul" You smiled into the hug.

"Of course, Prefect"

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𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Ever since attending your first class, the tweels have been stuck on you like a tattoo. Everywhere the prefect went, the tweels were sure to follow. And soon enough, the prefect was there anywhere the tweels went too.

The three of you sit around each other in class. Floyd would hardly pay attention, but at least you and Jade were somewhat more responsible than him.

As you arrived at Trein's classroom you set your backpack on the table, the tweels noticing something they hadn't before

Among others, their attention turned towards a purple and monochromatic pin on the front. Floyd tapped your shoulder, but your attention was still on the classwork you had been assigned. Floyd raised two fingers at your head and flicked them, successfully getting you to cock your head towards him.

"What's this flag on your backpack, Shrimpy? Does it mean something?"

Jade, who observed the entire thing go down, chimed in,

"I was asking myself the same thing. I believe I've seen it somewhere before."

Your face softened at the question and you replied to the curious eels,

"Oh, yeah. It's the Asexual flag. I'm Ace."

Jade nodded, remembering where else he'd seen the distinct colors. Floyd, however, was a little confused. He thought for a moment before his eyes widened.

"Ohhhhh. So, you're like a Starfish!" He said in amusement.

You snorted at and Jade chuckled at Floyd's comparison.

"Not quite, Floyd. But I suppose that isn't too far off." Jade murmured.

"Hmm. Should I call you Starfish instead of Shrimpy then?" Floyd asked you

He didn't wait for your response before humming,

"Yup! You're gonna be Starfish now"

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[pomefioredove]

Wahhh I love your writings so so so much and you absolutely deserve 500 and more ToT seeing your posts always makes my day!! I saw the match-up event and knew I had to join, it'll be my first time trying one of those!

It is kinda hard to describe myself... Which I guess says something about me? I'm a total homebody, finding comfort in solitude and the sort of freedom that comes with being able to express myself, by myself, with no restraint. But even then, there's nothing I don't love about the bustling nighttime, basking in the sort of romantic air of the evening as I admire the city lights and the ambience of energy.

I'm the type of person that finds myself in people. For better or for worse, my presence is determined by those I choose to be around... So overall I'm a big people pleaser and am kind of starved for good friendships and affection, having always had a hard time keeping connections or finding people that truly want to be with me, which in turn makes me a bit of a loner, I suppose... I do truly yearn though lol, so the want for connection is still there, raging within. It's almost a painful sort of pining, because I never hold a grudge.. Even if someone does wrong by me, I will always be ready to welcome them again with open arms. I'm fiercely loyal, so I long to have people reciprocate that.

I adore anything that keeps my mind going and gives me that feeling of satisfaction and indulgence... I would say I find that feeling in my passion for art, writing, and reading... analysing my favorite movies and literature, getting to notice little things about the people around me and storing them in the back of my mind as little anecdotes I can smile about. Putting myself in the shoes of others, letting my imagination go wild— that small balcony full of potted plants is so beautiful and cozy, I wonder what the interior of the home is like, then... Small, full of zen, with warm lights? That person on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus with headphones on, they look like they would like jazz, or maybe something more upbeat?

Im also a dreamer, I guess I can describe it as such haha. Im a hopeless romantic by heart, yet sometimes I find myself feeling a twinge of apprehension at the thought of truly being in a relationship... Maybe it's because it's uncharted territory, or it's because that "dreaming" side of me has that sort of "prince charming" fantasy that I've always wished for, even on a more realistic level. But even then, I know I can be patient and let time do it's thing while I focus on bettering my own future, and finding happiness and comfort in myself in the meanwhile.

I feel like maybe I've made this a bit too long haha.,,, take your time, and have a wonderful day! 🩷🩷

I match you with 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

anon I hope that you were purposefully trying to get him. I think you might actually be his soulmate oh my god

The First Impression:

Do you believe in love at first sight? Malleus does.

The connection is immediate. He's drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and conversing with you only enchants him more. Perhaps you bump into each other somewhere in the dead of night, or maybe you're just classmates, either way he simply knows.

Why He Fell:

Malleus soon finds himself purposefully seeking out your company, wanting to get closer but not sure how. This whole "friendship" thing is quite new to him, after all, and he doesn't want to scare you off.

There's no telling what exactly it is that makes him fall in love, but he falls, and he falls hard. He relishes in every moment you spend together, whether it's talking about your shared passion for the arts, or listening to you describe dreams. Your perspective on life is so... fascinating to him, he can simply never get enough of it. Your attention to detail, your appreciation of the little things, your ceaseless curiosity and active imagination, the care you feel for strangers... You quite literally change his world view.

Perhaps he's not exactly a prince charming, but he's close enough.

The Relationship:

There's a sense of understanding between the two of you when it comes to your loneliness. Later on, Malleus will question if he could tell that you felt as isolated as he did when he first saw you, if that was what drew him closer. But he doesn't put much thought into it. You enchanted him, and that's enough of a reason.

Though, perhaps, in the end, it's that shared loneliness that drives you together again and again. Your fierce loyalty, your craving for love and affection. You make each other feel safe and secure, which is all Malleus could really ask for at the end of the day.

He truly grows into himself during the course of your relationship, becoming a more stable, caring, and emotionally intelligent version of himself. You truly bring out the very best in him, and he can only hope he does the same for you.

There are awkward moments, of course, being two people that have no prior relationship experience. There's miscommunication, the occasional bruised ego, but there's truly nothing that could tear you apart. Malleus is devoted, reliant on his loved ones in such a way that perfectly mirrors your loyalty, and the both of you are quick to forgive and talk and move on. Probably the healthiest relationship to ever healthy.

He absolutely adores you from beginning to end.

[blackberreh-art]

Uou're doing god's work with afomight. I'm so happy to see other's realise the potential those two have. (⁠≧⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠≦⁠ ⁠) Do you have any specific headcanons/thoughts about them?

thb i'm SUPER bad at putting my thoughts and headcanons into words lmao, i mostly have individual headcanons rather than couple ones too wahhh let's see

AFO's a horny, hedonistic bastard and he's been alive long enough to have probably tried the majority of existing kinks and probably invented a few new ones. Takes a quirk the instant he thinks it could prove fun in the bedroom. He's versatile, doesnt care who's getting what up the butt so long as he's having fun (and he needs to be in control at all times - when it comes to Toshinori, he certainly challenges that and is probably one of the only people able to put AFO back in his place, even if at first it took... time to even the playing field.)

Toshi himself has never had an actual relationship before. Maybe a quick fumble here and there, no strings attached, never with a woman because Gran Torino beat into him that such bonds could be used against him and having a child potentially brought into the equation is a major no-go (look at Nana). Romantic relationships a no-go, friendships should not be any deeper than an acquaintanceship, and the result is a Very Lonely Repressed and Touch Starved Man.

AFO hates loves All Might to an obsessive degree because everything always comes back to him, All Might has been the One Challenge that he's never been able to break so he wants Toshi in any and every capacity (and the whole 'breaking' thing is dropped pretty quickly after some forced cohabitation //shot)

AFO doesn't sleep unless absolutely necessary in order to avoid bad dreams (all the vestiges of those who's quirks he's stolen be out for blood). It works out since he doesnt like being vulnerable in any way and sleep = vulnerability

aaaah here's a part for the Old Man Yaoi Romance i'm in the process of hashing out

[icy-watch]

anyways oof. It goes pretty fast but by rapid pausing, you see Wukong has literally been dragging Macaque through the sky by the back of his clothes, and then when he literally yeets him like a soft ball across the ground 😭 he looks like roadkill. and stepping over him omg the disrespect, hilarious. I mean, maybe Wukong had some control to not step on him? I also love how the sun is shining so brightly on top of MK hugging Wukong and that joke of Macky dying in the background to them living their best life still applies lol. "uhh guys..." lmao pls put him in more situations with them. oh there's one, his face again when MK lands butt first onto Wukong's head XD hope you like your new found family ya fuzzball. this is an average tuesday in the monkie household. seeing him so worried for Bai He and all those instinctual jumps, yeah MK was right there IS a warrior in there when he's free of the henchman narrative and past grudges. Lmao, what is more ShadowPeach than Wukong smiling confidently and Macky hiding scared behind him /j I swear I have a reason for saying that. Falling so easily into the old ways oh, oh no its coming at us with a steel chair- WHEN THE MAGIC CIRCLE AND THEY JUST MAKE EYE CONTACT AND NOD IN SYNC WAHHH they DID THIS BEFORE ICY THEY DID THIS BEFORE- also Macky buddy, how come everyone else gets to have a cool pose and start glowing but you have to painfully yank a magic sphere out of your undead chest to help??? is that the power you took from MK or are you just Like That Now from being revived?? I love Red Son's "yeah I'm here too by the way" they are BESTIES NOW. this finale had such jolly music and insane sunlight at the end, you ever see a villain get so thoughroughly wrecked they needed all that? "Still the same Wukong, doing whatever he wants with no regard for others." aw I can't make jokes forever. Write this one down Icy. even if Macky didn't say it, that's kinda Wukong at the start of Jttw, no? also LOL at the way Wukong loses his balance and flails like that, he was learning on Macky lmao!! goofy monkey, did you miss cuddling? Icy I hope shadowpeach cuddles absolutely takes you out like it did us. "Somewhere where I can do a bit of scheming probably >:)" this little shit. and how Wukong moves his head on the word "cool" they are ridiculous and "I can always get another bowl of noodles" LMAO poor Wukong trying to have a heart to heart and XD "Sometimes I play dumb to lighten the mood" "me too bud, me too" owww ow okay, the way the laugh literally tears itself out of his lungs and how it looks like he's going to cry and the mutual understanding where most people take Wukong's jokes as him being an inconsiderate fool and UGH. Yes I AM thinking about Macky getting slapped with Tang's drawing of the gang during Benched as he is overwhelmed by the power of friendship magic speeches and then getting his own drawing. and finally looking at the SUN. yes there are previous parallels with the sky there, how'd you guess?

I was actually expecting Wukong to step on him. It was a little surprising he didn't.

I'm glad that Mackaroonie is kind of a part of the group and Red Son is now integrated into Team Monkie. They both needed it.

[phantastragoria]

do you have a favourite portrayal of a character in the gotg game!! who is it and why <3

Oh I think they're all great honestly!!! Part of why I love the game so much is that genuinely, the whole team + supporting characters are written with such obvious love of the source material and equal attention between them all. When I see comments of people saying who their favorite character was from the game and the answer always being different from each person I'm like!! That's how it SHOULD be!!! They're the Guardians of the Galaxy (plural) the focus shouldn't all fall on a singular character like most other GotG media usually ends up as 😭

The two (sorry I can't pick just one) whom I think benefit the most from the game though are Drax and Gamora because they're almost always sidelined both in-and-out of universe by most of the various writers (especially as of late) and in turn the viewers/readers. I've been told plenty of times that they're the most boring members of the "main" team, BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY! The amount of love the game versions get (by the few who've played it at least) proves that 🥺

I've never really liked 616 Drax shifting to being a complete clown during the 90s and such (and even less so when the MCU followed along 💀) So I appreciate the game taking a bit of his seriousness from the DnA run and just making him struggle with nuance and context clues in a less exaggerated way (autistic Drax I still believe in u) and I feel the focus put on him and how losing his original family + the aftermath deeply affected him hits pretty hard here because it's treated very seriously and shown in depth, especially with how his family (wife) gets actual focus. I cannot tell you anything about Yvette in comparison to Hovat, who actually seemed to have had a personality lol (AND she was on their village's council like omg imagine having more to you than just being The Housewife) Though I will say I flip and flop on my thoughts about Heather being disconnected from Drax's life in this universe... The TLDR is that I think his arc here specifically works stronger when he has to come to terms with losing his entire family and accepting the life he currently has with the Guardians. BUT!!! I very much appreciate that Heather is still confirmed to exist within this universe, even if that means her dad issues would have to be dealt with in a different context if we ever get to see her.

Also? Shoutout to the writers actually bringing up the intense paranoia that always kneecapped 616 Drax but having that be a turning point in his backstory here, with that conversation he has with Peter where he talks about how he was becoming so paranoid of everyone being a chitauri/Thanos conspirator to the point of literally turning into an obsessed maniac like Thanos, and realizing that he desperately needed to turn his life around, it's so ough.

Out of the already many great conversations throughout the game, I think the ones with him are the most poignant. My favorite scene in the whole game is Drax and Pete's little moment on Knowhere... makes me go wahhh

(l also love that out of everyone on the team, it's his headspace that we quite literally get to go into. You KNOW that if this was any other media it'd be going into Rocket or Groot's head and likely treated as a joke.)

And oh my god, Gamora...

I find it so extremely refreshing that her role in the plot doesn't revolve purely around the men in her life, and instead, it's nearly exclusively her connection with other women. Or in the most direct obstacle she has to deal with, being how she starts projecting to the millionth degree on Nikki's situation for reminding her of what happened to her and Nebula. I find that infinitely more fascinating as a reading of her character rather than just dating drama or her arc getting completely overtaken by a man's instead.

And especially in her friendship with Mantis, who, despite having all these futures she's constantly seeing and having to navigate, still makes time to do her best to help her 🥺 From saving her life and being the one who put her on the path to healing on Lamentis, to getting her to join the Guardians and still checking in on her when she's able 😭 Friendship between women can be so powerful... u love to see it (🏳️‍🌈)

I also find it nice that there's this emphasis on her recovering mentally, and the comparison between Thanos essentially teaching her to just Deal with the shit in her life through very simplistic meditation versus the priests of Pama actually teaching her something to help soothe the mind :^( and that she still has moments of relapsing essentially. I find that to be a realistic take on recovery because that's just part of the journey since healing is not linear... and I think it's very sweet that she finds comfort in collecting something ---girly--- like dolls. Love to see a person reclaim a part of their childhood that they weren't allowed to experience. And how she's allowed to make BAD JOKES?? Imagine a woman being written to have multiple dimensions, crazy and absolutely unthinkable, I know.

There's this extremely specific theme in relation to Gamora across media that's been rattling around in my brain since first playing the game. When near the end during the revisit to Knowhere, she's about to completely lose it when Peter tries talking -for- her on what she's so upset about before immediately shooting him down, and she explains what happened between her and Nebula and she starts crying. It really struck me right then that she's never given a moment to cry elsewhere (or in the 616's case, the quite literal inability to.) aside from her shedding a Single Manly Tear (Original Sin) or a single moment out of legit fear (MCU 💀) because she's a hashtag Strong Independant Woman who can't be vulnerable etc etc. But for her to cry in front of the people she's come to care about, It gives her a moment of true vulnerability that I don't think she's allowed ever in most other media.

That and all of the above hits hard and is what makes me genuinely believe that the writers cared about her in the narrative and tried to do right by her when every other bit of media really hasn't nor cared to the majority of the time since the 90s :'^/ Brings a tear to my eye that she's allowed to just... exist in the narrative on her own merits and not on what she can provide to someone else's story.

[mwebber]

here to gush about ur latest writing because i’m obsessed with it i absolutely love the formatting the confessionals AAA so so creative. and the way you manage to capture their voice (personality? idk a better word) while also putting them in the au is so so perfect. it’s just so good and i love healing and i love tensions and i love guilt and blame and yeah!!!! just really really amazing

wahhh thank you so much!! ;-;

truth be told it kind of Spilled out of me.. went to brunch on saturday with my friends and while we were talking i was like, well i've always had a thing for brunch, but i haven't really, yknow? i only got into it in my last yr of high school with my old friend group that formed after my best-friendship homoerotic fallout, and i don't talk to anybody from that group anymore bc we've all moved on physically and mentally... but it got me thinking about how transient those relationships can be. idk, something about the scars from our adolescence being with us forever, but also how growing up is learning to live with our sins rather than try to cast them away from us, and how taking responsibility for something doesn't mean shouldering all the blame/accountability, but recognizing the situation as it was holistically and coping with the part we played.....

the whole mess between seb and mark is actually a combo of stuff i fucked up as a teenager, and rereading it now, i can see so much of the two people i wronged/who wronged me in both of them LOL. i don't think i'd ever have gone into the effort of repairing either of those relationships if i had the chance back then, but ig it's interesting to be like, well, if all of us had the opportunity to control the narrative. if it wasn't just your word against mine, if you didn't make me the most hated person in high school at one point bc i gave u the cold shoulder for two weeks, if we didn't have a screaming match in the bathroom, if you didn't give me that funko pop anyway for my 14th bday after i was too pussy to face u because i didn't want to go to nationals with you but didn't know how to say it, if you hadn't told your mom to call my mom just to tell me you didn't want to walk to school with me anymore because i cramped your style just weeks prior. well, maybe things might have looked different.

[transgaledekarios]

5, 18, 31 for Cordelia for the bg3 ask game :D

Wahhh thank you for asking 🧡🧡🧡

Do you remember the first humanoid enemy your Character killed? Was it the first person they've ever killed, in your opinion? Would they have been bothered by it? (5)

Hmmm I think the goblins outside the grove. Or maybe the looters in Jergal’s temple?

Yes, Cordelia is very very bothered by it. She grew up a sheltered noble in the upper city of Baldur, so while this is her first taste of freedom from her family’s captivity, it’s also her first exposure to such violence that she’s having to contribute. She definitely throws up the first time she kills someone, and it hurts her deeply when people can’t be convinced not to fight, when they force her to fight or die.

This is a lady whose magic use before the nautiloid was for pleasure and beauty. She used to play with lightning during thunderstorms. She had to learn, and learn quick, how to adapt her magic for violence, and she’s good at it. Her intuitive understanding helping her, but it’s also a bit distressing. The realities of the heroic epic journey she always dreamed of hit her like repeated slaps to the face, and she’s having to learn and adapt fast or risk drowning.

How did your Character deal with Wyll, Karlach and Mizora? (18)

Ooooo okay I’ll try to limit this to act 1.

So Cordelia is a tiefling and she’s also Wyll’s childhood best friend. So there’s history there. She doesn’t know Karlach, but when she meets her, she’s going to give her the benefit of the doubt. And given her friendship with Wyll, he’s even easier to convince that he’s been deceived about Karlach.

She’s very very worried about what he means about penance, because while she knew that he became a warlock when he left, he was very cagey about who exactly has the other side of his pact. She respected his privacy, so she never pushed, and over the years he never told her, so she put it (kinda) out of her mind. He was far away adventuring, the letters they did manage to get to each other weren’t the place to put such a heavy topic.

Does your Character have new or old phobias or superstitions that affect their story? (31)

Alright. This one stumped me for a bit, but while thinking about her upbringing I think I found a possible phobia.

So she did not have a very happy childhood. I’ll refrain from saying the entirety of her circumstance (this post is already very long), but while she is essentially trapped in a gilded cage, she does have some limited freedom.

And with limited freedom comes the ability to push back and sometimes anger her parents. Physical abuse was extremely rare, but she 100% was emotionally and psychologically abused by her parents.

If she ever displeased/angered them enough, they actually did lock her in a room, took away her things and anything she could use to spend the time. She wouldn’t even be able to go out into her balcony and enjoy the day’s weather and scenery. Windows blacked out with enchantments she couldn’t break on her own. It was a sensory deprivation intended to torture and create intense emotional and psychological distress.

This would go on for days, depending on the severity of her “misbehavior”

After a long enough time, someone would approach her door and ask if she was finally ready to apologize for doing wrong.

(Cordelia learned how to pick her battles, because she knew that she’d never win any of them, but she had to pick which ones were worth fighting, anyway)

So I imagine this would create a phobia of imprisonment. Particularly, if she’s alone and can’t get out on her own. Like actually being trapped somewhere would make her panic.

Idk how this affects in-game events, if it does, I’ll have to think some more about it.

Thanks again for the ask and for reading 🧡🧡🧡

[skijjiki]

top 5 characters you headcanon as aro or ace or aroace! or top 5 ships!

I was gonna try and make this more coherent after work tomorrow but no, you get 7am incoherent answers :D thanks for the ask nio <33

5. Miles Edgeworth

--despite how much narumitsu I post, I REALLY love the hc of aro[ace?] Edgeworth, especially with lines that would support it (like this one below)

Image reads: "Exactly what is so wrong with wishing to remain unwed?!"

Everything about him would remain the same, his devotion to the truth and to Phoenix as well! Edgeworth remains the same (in my mind, at least) in all cirumstances. His devotion just. Ugh. Chef's kiss. It's phenomenal, and it would hit just as well in platonic circumstances, like. I am so devoted to you, my friend, let's traverse this crazy world together.

4. Foo Fighters

--aside from the fact they are just plankton taking a corpse's body as a host, I think I really connected to Foo because of how devoted she was to Jolyne as a friend and how much their platonic love resonated within and meant so much to Jolyne. I just really love when platonic love is shown to hit just as hard as romantic love, and how friends can and will go to any lengths for their friend(s), and FF was/is such a great representation of that.

3. Ash Lynx

--as much as I adore the idea of asheiji, I think Ash was very aroace coded (at the very least aro-coded). Finding meaning in his really bleak world via his friendships (mainly with Shorter and Eiji) and those friendships keeping him going despite everything he had to deal with really meant a lot to me. Ash means a lot to me!! And I will forever think that killing him off was such a terrible ending, sends SUCH a bad message. Anyways this wasn't supposed to be a BF rant. He found happiness within someone (Eiji) who saw the worst parts of him, saw what he was capable of, as well as the trauma he carried and wanted to get closer despite all that. I just love!! When people can see the ugly sides of each other and use that to get closer instead of drift apart, it makes me !!!! WAHHH, especially with friends, like. No matter what, I will always be there for you! I do not expect any reimbursement or rewards or whatever, I just want to be by your side forever as your friend!! And that's what Ash wanted with Eiji; to be his friend and remain by his side, because they really accepted each other and made each other happy. He didn't necessarily crave intimacy or affection, he just wanted to have someone who would accept him despite it all. Can you tell how Normal I am about him :)

2. Ritsu Kageyama

--I don't have an explanation. I just have a feeling 😭 something about Ritsu just screams aro aro aro aro a-

1. Jotaro Kujo

--I also don't have an explanation, I just feel it 😭 I know he got married but maybe at some point he had a realization or something? I really don't know but he was also a character that seemed to be much more impacted by his friendships. I guess you could use the fact that he rejected girls left and right as evidence but Jotaro's just an asshole so for me, that doesn't really prove much lol. And it's not even an "I can't see him being romantic with anyone and being happy! He's too independent for that kind of stuff!!" kind of thing; I believe if he let himself be vulnerable with a romantic partner, he very well could, but it's the fact he's much more likely to do this with friends and finds contentment via his friendships that just make me believe he at least has aro aspects of him. He could be, or he could not! Either way, he's an interesting character

[aajjks]

aww 🥹

TPOL!JK

you’re confused when he says recent exe and as he goes in depth about that “recent exe” you realize he’s talking about you. your cheeks heat up and you’re smiling when he says he would do anything to have her back, her being you.

you hear him go on and on about how much he misses you and how he would give anything to have you back in the penthouse with him. because of you, he was eating funfetti pancakes for breakfast and he wasn’t always pissed off when he came to work. because of you, he began to smile more and finally busied himself with something else other than paperwork.

now that you’re away from him, he feels dull again and very lonely. you’re the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last when he goes to sleep. it’s all about you so this “friendship” although he’s happy to still be close, he misses the days you would kiss him like he would disappear and you would fuss at him when he hasn’t ate. he could go on and on and on because you mean that much to him and so to “match his energy” per say, you tell him about your recent exe.

“you know, my recent exe is an asshole. he can be pretty mean, a thorn in my side, and his patience is as thin as paper which i’m kind of surprised he even asked to be my friend. but, despite his butthole tendencies, he’s super sweet, so damn hot like he calls me beautiful but i really don’t think he looks in a mirror often because wheeeew, anyways, he treats me like i’m the only girl in the world and genuinely cares about me. did i mention my mom absolutely loves him? he even helps take care of my mother and calls me his princess but i wish he’d understand that just because i’m his princess it doesn’t mean i’m a baby. i want to take him back but i’m scared he’ll hurt me again because i keep taking him back…and i miss him too”

His eyes actually widen, when you start talking about your recent ex. Which is obviously him it doesn’t take him long to connect the dots.

He gives you a shy smile, and puts his hand on the table and signals for you to give yours into his. When you finally put your hand in his hand, he squeezes it tightly.

“did you just say that I have a butthole attitude? Wahhh yn you can be pretty mean too.” he pretends to be hurt. “really you miss me too?” His eyes soften. His heart is actually beating so fast right now.

It’s like he’s floating in the air, almost. Your words means so much to him because he really thought that you had lost every feeling you had for him.

“but I am serious. I have never loved anyone as much as I have loved you. I don’t think I have loved anyone before you anyways… no one has ever mattered to me the way you have..” he has to let you know how he feels about you, and how regretful he is.

“ and don’t think that I’m just saying this because I want you to pity me and get back together that’s not at all what I want.” He sighs. “ I just…. It just feels right to tell you how I really feel about you.” he closes his mouth and then inhales. “you are the color in my gray dark world yn. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

He looks down, almost ashamed. “I think I will always love you… I just wish I had treated you the way you deserved.. I’m sorry that I always let my jealousy get the best of me.. I’m so sorry.”

“but I cannot stop loving you and it hurts me to be away from you and see you with others. I cannot stand it. My heart aches. I don’t like that feeling… it’s almost like someone is setting my heart on fire whenever I see you smiling like once you did with me and now with someone else.. it almost makes me want to die.”

[haechtual]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U MISS ANGIE 🥳🩷🥳🩷 ( aww i forgot ur on daylight savings so i'm late :c ) i think it's only the second bday i get to celebrate with u so that means i've known u for over a year now?? nearly two?? either way... since the start it felt like we knew each other for much longer which i've learned to hold those friendships close to heart ^^ thank u for becoming someone so important in my life !!! i'm grateful for how far we've come so let's celebrate many many more bdays tgth in the future 🎂 i hope u receive everything u wish for this year and more! XOXO I LOVE U

ZEE !!!! wahhh thank you so much this was so sweet of you !! I love u and I'm so grateful to have you with me for this bday too! especially now we're much closer friends 🫶🏻💕💓 it's always so lovely to hang out with you or even just chat hehe, it's become something I cherish a lot so thank you for being in my life !! <3 and don't even worry about being late or anything (technically I'm not 22 until 6:45am but shhhh) 🤭🤭

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY SILLY LITTLE SWEET PEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i cried reading this btw . giggled and kicked my feet. first of all thank you sooooo much for reading this silly little sappy fic and taking the time to let me know your thoughts 🥹🥹🥹 i’d probably kill a couple guys for you. i mean what.

NO BUT WAHHH YOU’RE SO VERY SWEET AND I NEED YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU :(((((( ik we literally Just talked abt it but. your tags and comments have always been such a huge motivator for me and i reread them all the time!!!!! they’re like little packets of love :3333 anyway i’m just gonna pick out some comments here and respond to them because i love you and that is the arimickey way, i’m putting satoru (… and pupsagi 😒 i guess) in your lap so he can keep you company while you read this <3333333

wahh already the idea of getting to just laze around with him in your shared home together is making me wanna cry:((((((( like of fucking course HE'S the one that's getting the iced tea for youuu😭😭😭 hE LOVES YOUUU😭😭😭😭😭😭

SATORU GOJO OUR ACTS OF SERVICE KING ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i usually think of physical touch and gift giving first when it comes to him but… he is so acts of service . he loves making your life easier. in any way he can 🥹🥹🥹 he will be ur personal iced tea carrier for the rest of your lives!!!!

THE HAND SQUEEEEZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i really wanna hold hands with him:((((((( this is kind of irrelevant but i really do i think he'd always try to swing your locked hands with the prettiest smile on his lips and he'd raise them to his lips every two minutes just to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

:(((((((((((((((((( HAND KISSER SATORU. DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE…… no bc this is so real and i do absolutely think satoru is . a hand holder. above all else. it’s something he abuses a lot in the beginning of your relationship when he’s still a little hesitant with intimacy…. AND HE LOVESSSS SWINGING YOUR ARMS AROUND :((((((((((((((( baby.

DIMPLESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>:333 IF SATORU’S DIMPLES HAVE NO FANS IT MEANS ARIMICKEY ARE NO LONGER ON THIS EARTH!!!!!!!!!

AND IT JUST KEEEPS GOINGGGG WDYMM "SWEETHEART" WDYM HE'S CALLING YOU SWEETHEARTTT ARIIII PLEAAASEEEE MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT I AM WEAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SWEETHEART IS SUCH A GOOD PETNAME FOR HIM TO USE MICKEYYYYY HE’S SUCH. A LITTLE SAP. calls you sweetie too…. like a grandma……. he loves u . thinks you’re sweeter than candy and will die on that hill actually

(this is another side not i guess but wasted summers by juju just started playing and idk if you remember but a while back we talked abt what songs remind us of satoru and i said that that very song reminds me of him and now i wanna cry even more)

😭😭😭 MICKEYYYYYY OFC I REMEMBER. i was thinking abt that really recently actually like can u believe this friendship kinda started with just us talking about satoru coded songs….. BUT WAHHHHHH I STILL THINK ABT STSG EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the leech, i’m the man // i guess you don’t understand. you will ALWAYS be famous!!!!!!!!!!

and i loove love LOOOOOOOOOVEEEEE THE WORD ADORE!!!!!!!!!!!! i think it's very... intimate. honestly in a way it's above the word love sometimes to me,, the word "adore" just feels like this overwhelming sense of fondness?????????????????????? does that make sense?????? okok i really might be getting a bit delirious i am sorry about that but ari i just need you to know that i do adore you okay?! always.

AAAAAAA ME TOOOO ME TOO 🥺🥺🥺 I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY ADORE IS SO . this is just my own thought but i do think adore is like…. a very very selfless? type of love. for SURE overwhelming too. love can be sooo many things but when i hear adore i think about bright bright smiles and the bright bright sun and wanting to hug someone and never ever let them go AND . i think that kind of love is satoru’s. he can’t help it. if he loves you he sees you as the Sun.

but enough abt satoru I ADORE YOU AS WELL <3333333 you’re my sweetest little sunflower and i will never let you forget it!!!!!!!

i think the whole entire country of estonia just heard me sigh. but it was the super ultra longing yearning type of a sigh though. it's rarely anything else with you and honestly it kinda does make me mad. i really do get the reader bc like i think i love you too much too damn (armin also just came to say hi btw he loves you too much too i know bc he just sat so close to me so close that if i crane my neck i can give him a lil forehead kiss and i'll have you know that he doesn't usually sit this close he tends to go to the feet instead but... here he is now confessing his love to you with me)(he's trying to steal my spotlight😠)

😭😭😭 THE ARMIN CAMEO HAD ME CRYING MCIKEY i hope you gave him lots and lots of pats!!!!! i love you both so dearly!!!!!!!!!! my favorite little kitty cats in the world!!!!!!!!!!!! AND PLEASEEE THE LONGING SIGJ ECHOING ACROSS ESTONIA…….. u silly little guy. (affectionate)

you really do write so so beautifully you know? like you aaaaaaalways make me feel so warm inside (yes even when i'm crying i can multitask alright) you're always just so fucking loving and lovely and you shine so brightly through your words and you kind of remind me of honey like you're sweet and sticky and you go so well with tea and i love tea but most importantly i love tea with honey which means i am back to my point of me being in love with you damn funny how the world works huh??? thank you so much thank you thank you thank you

MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYYY STOP IT STOP IT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO SWEET AND I NEVER KNOW HOW TO RESPOND :(((((((((((( i love you. in every sense of the word. WDYMMMM I’M SWEET LIKE HONEY YOU LITTLE POET here’s a warm cup of tea just for that…… 🍵 drink it up okay!!! i made it with love!!!! i will make you warm sweet tea for the rest of your life actually i am nothing if not devoted <333

you have done so much for me and i mean that dAMN I FINISH EVERY ONE OF THESE WITH A SAP STORY I CAN'T STOPPP I CAN'T CONTAIN IT OKAY I'M SORRYY I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you are doing well and that you are taking care of yourself. i also hope that you are not rushing. anything; i hope you are taking your time. with everything. please eat well and please drink well. WATER. please sleep and please please please have fun. and smile. and look at the sun and look at the stars and look at the moon. they all love you. as do i. thank you so fucking much<3333333

I LOVE THE SAP STORIES MICKEY I AM ALSO A NATURAL SAP!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭 but wahhhh. wah. i am looking at the sun i am looking at the stars i am looking at the moon and most importantly i am looking at you <33333 i’m doing my best to take my time and relax and sleep and eat, so pls do the same!!!! i love you and i want you to be happy and healthy always always always. you know i’ll be sending your legion of smelly guys if i hear abt you losing sleep so tread carefully >:33 i love you and satoru loves you and the sun herself loves you. MWAHHHHHH tysm for reading ml i’m overjoyed that you liked it <333333333

i think your love would be too much ; satoru gojo

summary; satoru knows that you’re worried about something. he just doesn’t know what.

word count; 4.1k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, sickening amounts of fluff, (that’s literally all. that’s it. thank you for your time), you’re both down horrendous, the ”something” reader is worried about is very very silly <333, mostly satoru’s pov!!

a/n; i love this man so fucking much my chest hurts so i dug up the sappiest wip i could find in my drafts <333 you can tell i completely lost the plot halfway through but just pretend that i didn’t ok. i dedicate this to gojo nation :3

satoru feels your stare prickle at the back of his neck.

he’s rummaging through the fridge, one hand on his hip, grabbing two cans of iced tea from the bottom compartment. peach for him, lime for you. his infinity is down, the pads of his fingers meeting chilled aluminum, condensation licking at his skin.

but the goosebumps that sensation causes is nothing compared to the ones he gets from this — your stare digging into the back of his head, your attention aimed directly at him. when he turns around, closing the fridge with a bump of his hipbone, you freeze. like a deer caught in headlights. 

satoru grins.

”you checkin’ me out?”

”no,” you blurt, and his smile only grows.

”aw…” he waltzes across the room, from the kitchen island to the living room, fuzzy socks against the floorboards. ”what’s up, then? something on your mind?”

with a clink, he puts the cans of tea down on the coffee table. you murmur out a breath of thanks, but make no move to reach for either of them.

now that he’s close enough to see you properly — he thinks to himself that you do look a little ill at ease. something in the crease between your brows, shying away from the eye contact he wants. something in the way your voice comes out somewhat strained.

”it’s nothing… i just —” 

you stop. gaze fleeing from his own, slipping down to your lap. he thinks you look particularly small like this. curled up on his expensive couch, curling in on yourself; gnawing at your bottom lip.

”… i’m being dumb.”

he hums. tilting his head, taking you in — wasting no more than a mere moment before taking action. 

you feel him plop down next to you, a shift in the weight bearing down on his couch. comforting. when you glance up, he’s smiling, patient and light. hand sneakily slipping between the cracks of your own, squeezing your palm, running his thumb over the ridges of your knuckle.

”wanna tell me about it?”

from behind the black layer of glass obscuring your frame, satoru watches you intently. watches your expression shift, drinking in the twitch of your brows, how the colour of your eyes flickers in the light. the way your soul sulks and sputters under the weight of his all-seeing gaze. 

you part your lips. slowly, searching for the right words — only to close them again.

you try once more. hesitant. 

all you can manage is a frustrated huff.

”it’s nothing, honestly,” you’re quick to backtrack, wincing inwardly. ”i've just… been thinking. i guess.”

a hum. his smile doesn’t waver. ”about what?”

you avert your gaze. biting your lip, again, turning away from him; resting your chin on the heel of your palm. avoiding his stare like it could turn you to stone. he barely picks up on the words you murmur, flowing out beneath your breath.

”i... can't tell you.”

satoru raises a brow. 

a moment passes. two, three — the silence is telling. you can hear the discontentment in his voice, despite his attempts to mask it.

”why not?”

”i… haah.” you scoot away, just a little more, turning away so he can’t dissect your expression the way he’d like to. ”i just can’t, okay?”

silently, silently, he observes you. the little of you he can see, at the very least; fixating on the side of your face, your cheek, those fluttering eyelashes. as if it could tell him something. you can’t see the way his eyes narrow, behind his shades, black glass shielding you from the weight of his scrutiny.

satoru bites back a huff. 

curiosity and impatience aside, he feels offended. thoroughly so. he doesn't like it when you shut him out, like this, when you don’t allow him to soothe you.

your relationship has been a slow one — steady, a kind of settling in that he never thought he’d experience. calm waves lapping along the edges of smooth sand, washing away tiny pebbles and handfuls of sea glass; delicately coming closer. getting him used to the sensation before gently urging him to take a dip. 

that’s the kind of love you share. 

so it stings, a little, when you won’t let him return the favour. it stings in the same way his phantom scars itch on cold nights.

he knows opening up isn't easy. for you, for anyone, least of all for him — but he still finds himself feeling a little bit dejected. because he's supposed to be your safe space. the person you can trust with absolutely anything.

(if he can’t be that, for you, then what the hell is he even good for?)

he can’t help but feel the slightest tug of worry, too. seeing the tight line of your closed lips, that hardness of your expression. the unmistakable stress accumulating in the corners of your eyes.

but he doesn’t voice that worry. he simply gives your hand another squeeze, and smiles a little wider. ”try me.”

a sigh flows from your lips. 

”you don't get it, satoru.”

your voice has a bite to it, now, just a little harsh. something akin to a soft hiss — defensiveness, he ultimately settles on. but why?

”it’s —” you muster up a glance his way, the slightest little peek, before turning away again. blurting out the words on the tip of your tongue. ”it’s so fucking embarrassing. you’ll laugh.”

satoru blinks.

”… huh?”

”you’ll laugh, and you'll tease me, and — ” he feels your hand slip from his own, muffling a groan as it covers your face. ”i’ll never live it down.”

you’re hiding, squirming, and satoru’s curiosity increases at an alarming rate. he leans forward, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, but you don’t let him. 

now he’s nothing short of intrigued.

”i won't,” he says, simply. voice as clear as glass. you scoff into your hands.

”you will!”

”i promise you i won't laugh.”

”you always say that.” a sigh falls from your lips, deep and heavy, as your hands finally slip down to your lap. ”but you never mean it. you’ll laugh so much. i know you will.”

you bite down on your lip. he wants to cup your jaw and kiss you, mend the bruising with a swipe of his tongue — but he tactfully decides against it.

”it’s — it's so…” you trail off, fidgeting with your hands, nervously linking your fingers together. gazing down with a pout. ”so stupid.” 

”baby…”  his voice takes on a fond tone, tender and patient. everything he strives to be, when it comes to you; you and you alone. ”c’mon. you can tell me anything.” 

with a sense of delicacy, he takes your hands into his bigger ones. tucking them into his palms, bringing them into his own lap — meeting your meek eyes. 

”right?”

through the blue of his gaze, he watches you falter. watches your eyes soften, crumbling a little, as you silently weigh your options. you look flustered.

then you slowly part your lips.

”you’re gonna think i’m just joking, or whatever, but — but i mean it. i’m…” your throat bobs with a shallow gulp. ”i’m seriously worried.” 

satoru nods. ”i’ll take you seriously.”

you look up. all you’re met with is a reassuring smile, familiar dimples, the slightest hint of a kind blue behind his shades.

and you finally give in.

”i… i think i might —”

shifting and squirming, your gaze flits from spot to spot, hands still intertwined with his own. you’re caged in, forced to face him, and it only adds to your nervosity. his eyes never leave your face.

”i think… i…”

your voice comes out sounding tiny. gaze stuck to the couch beneath you, as your lips form around the right syllables, and you finally blurt out out the words you've been trying to keep at bay —

”i think i love you too much.”

…

silence.

you still refuse to meet his gaze. a red hue crawls up your neck, spreading to the tips of your ears, heartbeat pounding under your ribs. the sentence spills out of your lips like an arrow; so rushed he barely deciphers it in time.

before the silence can swallow you whole, you continue. trying not to stammer, holding back an embarrassed wince. pouting softly, brows furrowed as your clammy hands twitch anxiously against his own. ”like... to the point where… it isn't normal.”

and then you wait. with bated breath, too embarrassed to look up, bottom lip tensing and softening between your teeth. dreading the explosive reaction he’ll undoubtedly give you.

… except it doesn’t come.

he’s not saying a word. nothing. the silence is so deafening you could cut it in half, lingering, festering in the air around you. all you hear is your own stupid, erratic little heartbeat — refusing to settle down. 

a couple painful moments pass, before you physically can't take it anymore.

as slowly as you can muster, your gaze travels upwards — from his lap to his chest to his exposed collarbone, until his face finally enters your field of vision. you can’t resist the temptation.

(why is he being so quiet? satoru is never quiet.)

you meet his gaze. or what you think is his gaze, anyhow, because you can’t see the way his eyes are squeezed shut. what you do notice is the twitch of his lips, quivering ever so slightly, as if unsure of which direction to go — and you know one of satoru’s sharp teeth must be biting down hard to keep them in place. his shoulders are shaking, only barely, and he breathes out sharply through his nose; in a desperate attempt to keep his promise.

desperately struggling to maintain his composure. 

he makes the mistake of opening his eyes, and all that effort goes down the drain. met with the sight of your flushed face, wide eyes, shining with embarrassment and disbelief. 

like a stack of cards blown over by the wind, satoru’s poker face crumbles. he fails to bite back the wide grin that breaks out across his lips, showing off the white of his teeth, and a soft bout of fresh laughter flows from out his lips.

you gape at him. 

then your brows furrow, harshly, and you choke on a scoff. with a start, you’re scrambling to stand up, tugging your hands away from his. 

”see?” you hiss, almost tripping over your own two feet as you shoot up from the couch. ”i told you! you're laughing!”

you sound so embarrassed he thinks he might cry.

satoru gives up. laughter reverberating throughout his entire body, deep and loud, from the very bottom of his gut — enough to have him clutching at his sides. that only makes you flush deeper, glare harder, and all he can think is that he wants to kiss you silly.

”you promised!”

”i’m —” he chokes on a sharp wheeze, one hand reaching out to keep you from leaving. ”i’m sorry, baby, i —”

but he only ends up doubling over. sputtering with laughter, feeling the leather of the couch meet his cheek. you turn away sharply, and he pulls himself up again. ”wait — sweetheart —” 

a fond chuckle rumbles through his chest, his long arms circling around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. caging you in. you struggle helplessly, trying desperately to break free, but it’s useless — he’s the strongest for a reason.

all you can do is writhe and grumble under your breath, inhaling a familiar scent of vanilla and musk. the fabric softener he uses puts your senses hopelessly at ease, but he’s still laughing — so you can’t help but kick and struggle seamlessly.

”let me go, satoru!”

said man chokes on another little laugh, shoulders shaking, tucking you so close he can feel the pitter patter of your heartbeat against his stomach. you’re so upset with him. but he can’t stop, can't reel it back in, and every weak punch to his chest and muffled protest just makes his composure feel more out of reach. he tried his best. 

he really, really did. 

he tried so hard not to laugh.

(”i think i love you too much.”)

god. just what is he supposed to do with you, huh?

”i’m sorry,” he grins, almost entirely out of breath. ”’m not doing it on purpose, you're just —” 

a sudden fit of giggles. 

"you're so cute.”

”satoru, it’s — not funny,” you whine, practically burning up. every single sound he makes buzzes in your ear. ”i’m serious. i —”

you squeeze your eyes shut. giving in, finally, allowing yourself to melt into his arms. limbs losing their feistiness. he delights in the sensation.

”you don't get it.”

it’s a whisper, muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but he hears it nonetheless. deep breaths, he reminds himself. it’s hard to take such an adorable confession seriously, but he tries. for whatever reason, you genuinely sound troubled. 

”wait, so you —” he bites back an amused breath, but can’t hide the palpable smile in his voice. ”you love me… too much?”

a groan. you hide away, nuzzling further into his chest; your safe harbour. 

”… i told you it was embarrassing.”

”it’s not,” he’s quick to console you. ”i’m just confused.” his palm glides across the back of your head, smoothing down your tousled hair, a grounding weight. he pats your head softly. ”i mean…” 

a deep inhale. his heartbeat finally settles into a calm rhythm, slow and steady, lungs flooding with oxygen. he breathes out through his nose.

”is that really such a bad thing?”

”it is.” a frown finds its way onto your lips. your reply is instantaneous. ”i don’t think it’s normal. i’m just…”

satoru listens. patiently, feeling your fingers grip onto the edges of his shirt — comforting yourself with the soft fabric. then you sigh.

”i don’t know. i just can’t, like…” you grapple for the right word, moving your hands haphazardly, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. ”comprehend how much i love you.”

satoru bites back a smile. 

(his heart flutters, flutters, flutters, like cherry blossoms on a windy spring morning.)

before he has the chance to, you part your lips again; speaking in a soft voice. resigned, he thinks. ”it’s just weird. it’s not exactly bad, but —” 

you bite down on your lip. 

”... it’s scary.”

a soft coo buzzes in your ear. satoru can’t help but pull you closer, closer still, smothering you in the warmth of his embrace. conveying what he knows will be too much for you to hear in words — what he knows he couldn’t convey in the language that you speak. you feel warm, still burning up a bit. like a little firefly. 

he isn’t faring much better, though; a vague heat blooming under the skin of his nape. smiling so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt.

(what on earth did he do to deserve you?)

a firm jaw settles on the top of your head. satoru parts his glossy lips, voice flowing out somewhat breathlessly, affectionate as can be. 

”don’t you think i feel exactly the same about you?”

his pulse trembles against you. when you strain your ears, you can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat, mingling with your own; still resounding in your ears. 

”… i dunno.”

satoru’s hold around you tightens, ever so slightly. something in the way he cradles you, strong arms around your waist, a low hum accompanying the light squeeze of his limbs. he can’t see your face, from this angle, but his pupils still flicker downwards — hungry for a glimpse of your expression.

then he smiles. 

”i’m terrified of you, y’know?”

you blink. once, then twice, eyelids fluttering. a moment of silence passes.

”… huh?”

”beyond terrified, actually,” his smile builds into a grin. ”i’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. no one scares me more than you do.”

satoru pulls away, just a little, just enough to finally get a good look at you. your eyes are brimming with confusion. a large palm goes to cradle your cheek, and he tilts his head — inhaling a breath.

”i love you so much that it hurts.”

…

a soft chuckle slips from out his lips, when he catches your flustered, wide-eyed stare. sneaking a hand towards the small of your back, leaning in to press a kiss against the apple of your cheek.

”i adore you,” he whispers, smooth syllables melting into a purr. you stiffen under his touch. his fingertips trace the lines of your jaw, lips trailing down to your neck, chaste and sweet as he nips at the sensitive skin. muttering under his breath. ”you have no idea.”

and you truly, truly don't. satoru doesn't think you even know the half of it. 

you can’t possibly know what you mean to him — that your very presence makes him forget who he is, what he has to be, a weight on his shoulders he grew used to long ago. you can’t possibly know that just the feeling of your hand in his makes the distance between you feel so inconsequential. 

you are the most precious thing in his life. he doesn't think you could ever understand the weight that sentiment carries — he wouldn't want you to. 

and here you are, so awfully worried, because you're too in love with him. he still can't help but grin. you’re so sweet, so silly. the words make him feel as if his heart is crumbling.

”… i can't believe you’re real sometimes.”

something tender rests under the whisper. something frighteningly sincere. it makes you feel a little like you’ve been sliced open. it’s raw, it’s heavy and light and it’s love. it’s satoru — all his little inconsistencies, and the stability beneath it all. 

and some part of you knows that he's telling the truth. that he understands your ridiculous little confession, your embarrassing worries. satoru understands. 

that alone is enough to quell the turmoil in your chest. 

(what he gives you is a love as boundless as the sky; one that covers everything you could ever be. unconditional.)

”so there’s no need to worry.” 

he pulls back, lips leaving your skin. you still feel their warmth linger. his shades have slipped down, barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, and you can see the blue of his eyes. they’re shining like jewels, soft around the edges. consumed by love.

”there’s no way you could ever love me as much as i love you.”

gazing into his eyes, as if hypnotized by their glow, your own gleam with a mesmerizing shine. glazed over with something sweet and wonderful, something satoru wants to burn into his retinas so he never forgets it. he wishes he could wring it out of you and put it in his pocket — but it looks prettier behind your cornea.

he savours the moment, slowly, until it abruptly ends.

with a second of pause, your brows draw together, forming into an irritated furrow. lips tugging downwards into a frown. ”that’s not true.”

satoru blinks. still smiling. 

”i love you way more,” you huff. petulant, almost, something soft and amused in your tone. he thinks the sound fits you more than anything; unburdened and stubborn.

(as charming as you are, though — this is one battle he refuses to lose.)

”nu-uh,” he pokes the tip of your nose, delighting in the soft flutter of your blinking eyelashes. ”i love you more. sorry, sweetie.”

a huff. ”you don't.”

”i do.”

”you don't."

this time, you're the one reaching out, the pad of your finger landing on the tip of satoru’s nose — teasingly trailing up to the bridge of it. his heartbeat stutters, but he feigns nonchalance, raising an unimpressed brow; eyes unknowingly gleaming with mirth. 

and mischief.

you barely have time to react. one moment you're seated on satoru’s lap, the next you're looking up at him with your back against the couch. he towers over you, keeping your hands pinned above your head with a single palm. 

a familiar chill runs down your spine.

”i do,” he grins, free hand reaching towards you. recognizing the danger of a situation you've been in more times than you can count, you try to squirm away — but you don't get very far.

satoru’s fingers ghost over your sides, and panic floods your wide eyes. 

even though you know exactly what’s about to happen, a yelp pushes past your lips when he begins to tickle you. mercilessly, fingers trailing over your most sensitive spots. all you can do is squirm, trying your damnedest to bite back the bout of laughter crawling up your throat —

but apparently neither of you are very good at that.

when the familiar cling of your laughter finally spills past your lips, flowing into satoru’s ears, his smile blooms into a grin. big and happy, childish in its innocence — not even attempting to hide his joy. his own giggles melt into your soft wheezes and desperate pleas, as you struggle to break free, straining against the firm hold he has on your wrists.

”i love you way, way, way more,” he continues to tease, halting his movement just enough to let you catch your breath. ”it’s not even close.”

even as giggles breathlessly spill from your lips, you manage a shake of your head. ”no, you —”

”wrong answer.”

he cuts you off with a smirk, and the torture starts anew. you can't get the words out, caught in your throat and muffled by a loud squeak, followed by forced laughter. satoru watches, in pure adoration, waiting for the moment you finally relent. 

it doesn’t take long.

”f — fine, fine!”

he stills. eyes crinkled, shades barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to keep going. if only so he can hear your melodic giggles.

”can’t we —” you struggle to catch your breath, words stuck between bouts of leftover laughter. cheeks flushed and chest heaving. ”just call it a tie?”

satoru pauses. he drags it out, exaggerated, building up suspense. eyes narrowing playfully. ”hmmm…” 

then he smiles. a soft, resigned little thing. 

”alright, alright.” he leans forward, keeping you in place. ”that works, i guess.”

his lips meet yours. soft and glossy, tasting of cherries, exhaling a pleased sigh against your mouth. you’re still panting a little, but he doesn’t seem to mind. slow to pull away, with a drawn out mwah, grinning boyishly down at your disheveled state. he lets your wrists go free.

an unimpressed look is all you give him, quick to melt into a soft chuckle. 

”well, that’s that.” you push yourself up with your elbows, fixing your tousled hair. ”now we can forget this ever happened.”

satoru raises a brow. 

”oh, i dunno about that,” he purrs, voice ripe with mischief. a teasing glint flashes in his eyes, as he scrutinizes you, and it’s enough to have your face heating up again. the sight makes him coo. ”you love me so much you can't comprehend it, huh?”

you blink. it takes a moment for your expression to shift, from bafflement to embarrassment — but he thinks it’s all worth it when it does. barely restraining the urge to kiss you again.

”satoru…”

a giggle leaves his lips. reaching a hand out, he pinches your cheek. ”you’re cute.”

with a roll of your eyes, you swat him away; unable to bite back a smile. “quit it.”

”aw.”

he looks so smug. you can’t help but want to bite back, somehow — so you muster up your most shit-eating grin, a distinctly teasing lilt coating your sugar-sweet voice. 

”you love me so much that it hurts, huh?”

satoru blinks.

endearment blooms, in the depths of his cerulean eyes. he watches you carefully, awfully amused — thinking to himself that he must be rubbing off on you. what a scary thought.

”yeah,” he breathes, a sigh laced with sincerity. cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand, settling on the option he knows will fluster you most. ”i do.”

this time, you’re the one who blinks. once, twice, before letting out a groan — slumping against his broad frame. satoru chuckles, breathlessly, consumed by you; by every move you make. all six of his eyes aimed directly at you.

(if he gives you the sky, then what you give him is a love as steady as the ocean; one that’ll drown every bit of his sadness. unyielding.)

”can’t you ever just let me win?” you mutter, breathing in his cologne and tugging at his shirt. pressed up against him, on his couch, safe and secure. right where you should be.

he noses at your neck, pressing a little kiss against your pulsepoint. a quiet, quiet offering at the altar of your soul. ”nope,” he hums, smiling cheekily. 

”i love you too much for that.”

[seiwas]

I'M A LITTLE LATE BUT!!! SELLL WAHHH HAPPY ONE YEAR 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm a broken record at this point but I'll say it again!!! I'm so so grateful that we're moots :(( <3 i don't know exactly when we became moots but I know that I don't regret any second of it. You bring such a warm energy to my dash like when ever I log on after a bad or long day and I see your post I think "what's sel been up to these days" and then I go to your page to catch up and re read your fics :"D thank you for indulging me and my silly little doodles and for being so so sweet and kind when I dash into your inbox, telling you about the random shit that happened to me, like a cat bringing you a leaf while it slow blinks and chirps

I have a smal simple idea for a colab if you're up for that 🧎‍♀️ I'm not too sure about the title just yet but I plan to make either one or two little doodles :>

My first idea is a gojo x gn!reader, just a doodle of cat gojo and bunny reader cuddling/sleeping

The other idea is a selfship of me and nanami dhjffh 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ very fluffy and soft

But yes I might do both but I will do the gojo one for sure >:]c

Happy one year once again sel!! ily and I hope you're having a great day/week ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

midi hello!! 🥺 not late all omg 🥺 thank you so much 🥺

i am so grateful that we're friends!! it's been such a joy sharing your infectious energy and enthusiasm for everything 🥺 and i love hearing all about your lil life updates too 🥺 you are so cute still re-reading my fics omg 😭 you are the purest soul midi!! always so supportive and funny 🥺 i appreciate you so much!! thank you for always sharing your thoughts with me!! i treasure our friendship loads 🥺

and your ideas for the art submissions for collab are already so 🥺🥺🥺 i can't wait for them!! thank you for joining 🥺 adding them to the masterlist rn 🥺

i hope you're having a great week 🥺 hugging you real tight rn!!

check out my one year anniversary collab event here! open to anyone who wants to join 🥺

[blonkk]

had an epiphany last night after debriefing ab this winter’s dalliances w my friend!!!!!

uhhhhhh. basically i grew up with the knowledge that i was never either of my parents’ preferred child. like i knew. everyone knew. and everyone still knows and my entire family and everyone i’ve ever loved has never loved me as much as i did them and prefer me to stay away. and it’s very whiny and boohoo wahhh but deadass my entire family believes that i am the problem in every single conflict and have been telling me that my entire life. like it’s your fault brother misbehaves it’s your fault father doesn’t like talking to you it’s your fault sister is depressed and won’t speak to anyone it’s your fault brother is lonely it’s your fault mother is angry it’s your fault that fights of any kind happen at all. and even in the past few years where i am literally holding my tongue and forcing myself to stay calm when people are verbally abusing me and talking shit and blaming me for shit and screaming bloody murder at me it’s ALWAYS my fault. they will always have someone to blame and it will always be me!!!

also weirdly they always assume the worst of me. they assume i’m jealous, greedy, selfish and self centered, even cruel and apathetic about people close to me. i want to destroy x’s marriage, i want to be as good as Y, i am malicious and vindictive…..when i’ve literally allowed every single one of them to stomp all over me countless times and forgiven them countless times…..and every time i’ve had enough and try to take care of myself for once i’m STILL the bad guy bc it hurt their feelings……….it’s insane. they literally watch with their mouths open while i’m being verbally abused by someone who’s not even a part of our family for years and years and don’t say a thing. this person knows they can treat me that way because everyone else does and no one ever has my back. even my own parents.

all i’ve ever done my whole life is put literally everyone, even people i don’t give a shit about, before myself because it’s the only way i ever gained any affection or praise or love of any kind. and STILL they only think awful things of me.

SOOOOO i realized that i’ll never truly know what love is in any capacity, because from my time as an innocent child to a confused and dour teen to the wretch of a woman i am today, i was never loved in a fully reciprocal and healthy way, not even by my parents and immediate family

and i unconsciously seek out relationships and friendships and even employment where the only way i have value is by offering services and as soon as i can’t or don’t no one wants to be around me……………..and i’m like well yah no shit it’s cause you’re useless……………

or i seek out friendships/am attracted to people who don’t really care about me as much as they do someone else (i have a weird attraction to men in relationships. like it’s actually fucked up). but i think it’s because i KNOW that there’s someone they’ll always prefer more than me and i have to prove that i’m worth like. crumbs and snippets

like 😂 i wonder how much more secure and healthy and NORMAL i’d be if my parents just kept that shit to themselves. like did i really need to know????? how has it improved my life???? be normal and pretend to love and respect and care about your children equally. jesus christ

therapy could never wriggle this out of me. i literally only figured it out last night while i was talking and realized as i was talking that i’ve known it all along. it’s so fucked. anyways like it’s good to know ig but wtf am i supposed to do w this information like ….childhood is so small. so short. but the damage is done for life. it’s not like i can experience true unconditional parental love again. and gain the life skills and experience necessary to be a healthy functional and confident adult. and pass that on. i’m just fucked yo and there’s nothing that can be done because there’s no one in my life from my childhood to now and everyone new that comes in will eventually see all the things wrong with me if i actually relax around them. so 🤷🏽‍♀️ we move ig

[restinpeacesensei]

akoya fell asleep sort of holding his bra like this bc it was sort of cozy ;;;

[ethereal-engene]

Drunken Confessions

pairing: dance-instructor!Hoshi x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slice-of-life, non-idol!AU, and friends to lovers // warnings: mentions of drinking, food, cursing, and not proof-read

summary: When a night out drinking with Soonyoung gives him enough liquid courage to confess his true feelings to you // word count: ~2.3k

note: I’m sure that this has been written about but I can’t stop thinking about it so enjoy :)

“Come on, yn-nie, you’ve got to come with us to drink tonight!! It’ll be so fun and I promise you’ll have a good time.“ Hoshi whined to you and was giving you his best puppy eyes. Argh, how can you say no to that? 

You’re not much of a drinker but you definitely enjoy drinking from time to time. “Fine, fine. I’ll come with you but I hope you don’t intend on drinking so much, you always get so drunk and then I have to take care of you.” Replying with this, he jumps up and down. 

Once you had to stop Hoshi from roaring at people. You can’t not give into him and his spreading the tiger agenda. Have you seen him when he does it? It’s adorable but funny. Very on brand for him to do that. 

You met Soonyoung while dropping off your younger brother at dance practice. Turns out that your brother’s dance instructor is pretty cute, funny, kind, and so many other adjectives. Over the course of months, a friendship was built. Sometimes after the practice had ended, you’d spend time talking about trivial things like how your day was going to share stories. It would drag on for so long that your brother would poke you or whisper in your ear that it’s getting late and he wants to go home.

He was too shy to say it out loud. Taking a look at the time, you pat his head and get up. “Wahhh, I didn’t even notice the time! It’s getting dark and we’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you next time!” Waving goodbye and walking away with your brother. Right before you two are out of his sight, he runs out to yell “Get home safely and see you tomorrow!” 

Your little brother laughs and screams back “Thank you!!” Waving him goodbye again, your heart melts. How could one be so cute? When you’re buckling him into a car seat, he looks up at you with an ever so slightly mischievous grin. “What’s that face for?” 

“Y/n, do you like Hoshi?” Your face starts to heat up. “Maybe, why and who told you that?” You start to tickle him before he gets a chance to answer. “N.. no-one! Stop tickling me!! I hope you know he likes you too.” He manages to say in between laughs.

“Hmm, what makes you think that?” Tilting your head at him while raising your eyebrows. “He talks about you sometimes and asks me how you are.” You can’t help but laugh nervously as you get into the driver's seat. “Well that’s interesting, I thought he was just being friendly.” 

“Y/n, not to be mean but he makes nasty goo-goo eyes at you whenever you come.” You take a glance in the mirror to see your brother’s face. He’s making a fake throw up noise accompanied with a gross face. “Yah, don’t be mean!” 

On the drive home, you think about it and your heart grows fonder of the thought of him and you becoming something more. It’d be cute and fun to date him. It’ll only be a matter of time until one of you confesses. You can count on it because as much as you’re growing to like him, you’ve learned that he can’t keep things inside too well.

He spilled the details on when his next performance would be and when your little brother’s performance was going to be. Mind you, he was of course not supposed to tell anyone as it’s supposed to be a surprise. Yet, the moment you walked into the practice room, it was the first thing he told you. 

Yet another on brand thing for him to do. You laugh when he tells you because the next thing you know, your little brother is play hitting him for not keeping it a secret like he told the class to do. “Oh yeah… I’m not supposed to say anything. Oops?” Scratching his head with a small smile being worn on his face. “Anywayssssss, y/n! How was your day and have you eaten yet?” 

And just like that, the whole spilling the secret thing is over. You swear one day, it’ll be the reason for his downfall. Until then, you’ll have to be careful not to let the cat out of the bag around people who aren’t supposed to know about it.

Anyhow, back to the main story. As you got ready for the night out with Soonyoung and the rest of his friend group, you were sure to let him know that you were almost done. He wanted to pick you up and everything. Thank god him for that because you were tired of driving places all the time.

You joke that you should have a permanent passenger card or something. When he texts you that he’s here, you kiss your little brother goodnight and take your leave. It’s a bit chilly outside, but you hadn’t anticipated it being that much colder than before.

Hoshi opens the doors for you and hands you his extra jacket. He likes to have an extra jacket in case he ever needs an extra layer or if someone needs it. In any case, he’s very glad that he double checked to see if there was one in his car already. “Let me know if you’re still feeling cold, I’ll give you my jacket!”

Your eyes widen upon hearing that and your heart beats a little louder than before. “No, no it’s okay! This one is making me feel warm enough, thank you again. Now come on, let’s go get our party on!!” 

He chuckles at your excitement and drives off. The music playing is from a combined playlist that way y’all don’t get bored of listening to the same songs or artists. Every once in a while, he’ll come across a song he really likes from your choices and is already conjuring up another idea to teach for his next lesson.

As you guys arrive, he opens the door for you again and leads the way. You greet everyone and catch up with them. It’ll always be sweet but strange how they all came to be friends. Before Hoshi can ever get a drink, you make him give you his keys. Someone has to be the designated driver between the two of you. 

He hands them to you and rushes to get a drink. It’ll never fail to amaze you how quickly he can get drunk. As you’re talking to Woozi about your job and his music, Soonyoung hands you a mocktail. Taking a sip and it’s actually pretty good. You thank him and continue with your conversation.

You don’t see the way he looks at you as he’s behind you but Woozi notices it. Soonyoung looks at you like you’re the only one in the room, despite being in a club full of people. Jihoon can’t help but smirk. Thinking to himself that his best friend better confess soon or else he’s going to spend the rest of his life regretting it.

As the night flies by, you occasionally join Hoshi on the dance floor as he tears up the stage as he would sober. The cheers from the crowd go wild and it fuels him even more. He could be so drunk but still manage to pull a couple of dance moves to make the people there hyped. You wonder if he’s even a real human because what type of human is he??

When you’re not dancing with him and he finds you alone, he’ll drag you onto the dance floor. Just because you’re sober and designated driver doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. Plus he feels bad if he brought you here and you didn’t enjoy it. So he makes the most of it, even if it mean’s embarrassing himself. It makes you laugh uncontrollably as he busts out some ridiculous dance moves.

He pauses while you laugh, and wants to remember these moments — moments where he’s the one behind your laughter and smile. He’s told himself that the next time you come by, he’s gonna tell you that he likes you and wants to go out. But he gets caught up in talking to you about the day, so much that the thought of telling you slips through his fingers. 

To make sure that he’s not all shit-faced, it’s your turn to drag him away somewhere. Getting some water, you sit him down & hand him the water to drink. He refuses a couple of times, insisting that what he really needs is more alcohol. “No, no. Soonyoung, listen to me. You need water first!” He pouts at your command but eventually drinks some water. Once you’re satisfied, you let him go. 

~ Small time-skip ~

It’s now almost midnight and that means you have to leave or else you won’t be able to wake up on time for work. You search for Soonyoung and work your magic to get him in the car to drive to his place. 

As expected, he’s on the dance floor and whines against going home. There’s nothing left to do than forcefully drag him out of the club. Before that, you bid everyone goodnight, send them messages that you hope they get home safely, and pay the tab. 

“Hoshi, come on. You can walk, your legs are working. I know they are because you were just dancing just fine minutes ago. Now the faster we get to the car, you can sleep it off.” 

His weight slowly shifts off your shoulder but he leans his head on your shoulder. Unfortunately Soonyoung walks slowly while drunk and you’re carefully walking so his head doesn’t fall on the ground. 

Y’all are walking in silence until sniffles come out of him. There’s no way you could continue to walk. So you stop and take a good look at him. His eyes are glimmering with water filling his eyes. “What’s wrong?? Do you need water, a hug, or something?” These are some of the questions that spill out of your mouth. 

“Nothings wrong, y/n. I’m just really glad to know you and thank you for always taking care of me. You make me really happy and I’ve liked you for a while now but I’ve been too scared to tell you. I want the world to know that I want to be your boyfriend, but only if you want me too.” He says that all in one breath. Tears start to fall and he beats you by saying something first. “God, you make me so happy and if you give me the chance to be yours, you won’t regret it.” He starts to cry into your shoulder and in an attempt to make it stop, you can rub his back & bring him into a hug. 

Out of all the ways, you expected a confession; you couldn’t have expected a drunken one. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk. If you really like me, tell me when you’re sober.” 

You smile and help him get into the passenger’s seat. He sleeps all the way there and wakes up just in time before you park. With a little bit of your help, y’all make it his apartment. From there, you set him down on the couch and crash on his bed. 

The next morning, you wake up before him and decide to make him some breakfast along with preparing a hangover cure. God knows that he needs one. He wakes up to the sound of sizzling and struggles to actually get up. Especially with his head pounding and he can’t remember what the fuck happened last night. 

Seeing that he’s awake, you bring him over the drink and breakfast. With a quick thank you, he dives right in eating it. All he can remember from last night is dancing and a small clip of being hugged by you. He hopes that he didn’t do anything embarrassing again or accidentally say something stupid. 

Being the guy he is, he’s going to ask because knowing himself he definitely did something. “Hey y/n, just curious. Did I by chance do anything last night for you to hug me?” 

It stops you in the tracks and question if you should tell him or not. Honestly you lose nothing if you tell him so you tell him. “Uhm yeahhhh, you kind of confessed but I responded with if you really like me, tell me when you’re sober.” 

After admitting it, you quickly walk away to do something. But in the back, you hear Hoshi spitting out his drink. Probably because he wasn’t expecting that and not even a minute passes by, and he rushes so quickly to stop you.

Smoothly wrapping his hand around your waist and using his other hand to bring your face so that you look at him. 

“Y/n, I like you so much and I swear I’m sober and that even when I was drunk, I meant every word. It would make me so happy if you let me be yours and you be mine! I hope you know that I’ll try my hardest to not let you down and make sure you don’t regret saying yes to me. But also no pressure to give me answer right now, I don’t even know if you like me back and thanks-“

You place your index finger to shut him up. “Can I kiss you?” You ask him and he nods with stars in his eyes. And so you lean forward to give him a kiss. “Soonyoung, I like you too and gosh you’re so incredibly adorable. It would make me very happy too if you’d be mine. I will also try my hardest to not let you down either.”

Who knew dealing with a drunk Hoshi one night would turn into this? 

Thank you so much for reading! LMAO honestly speaking I didn’t mean for this to be this long but I guess I got carried away.

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Take care & signing off with love,

- ash