#And what I found just gave my friend and I brainrot

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Okay, so I went looking for the Sonic 2 game manual last night for...reasons, and I decided I needed to share this page

So as I've said before, it's not as if I've consumed even half of the Sonic media out there. So my idea of the origins of Sonic and Tails I gathered through a tiny bit of Osmosis, tidbits from different tv shows (namely Sonic's depiction of how he met Tails in Sonic prime), and different origin stories via tv shows and comics. This is all to say that I was more than a bit uneducated, so I was under the impression for a while that Sonic saves Tails from the bullies who pick on him, and then he decides to take him with him (and so begins Sonic 2)

But given what a friend of mine described as implications that Sonic 1 (the game) is not the first time Sonic and Eggman have fought in addition to this page, my friend pointed out that this page from the manual may imply that Sonic and Tails were crafted originally as childhood friends. And that both blew my mind (!) and caused a couple puzzle pieces to click into place in my brain.

Despite Sega getting rid of the canon character ages, we at least know from the past that Sega/Sonic Team has had no problem depicting younger (and often very young) characters as fighters in battles against Robotnik or other villains (and this isn't even to mention this in various comic or tv show continuities). Back then (at least with just this game manual as context), there is not only a non zero chance that Sonic has been fending off danger (and potentially even Robotnik) since he was very young, but also the implication that he and Tails have known each other the longest. Since there are no ages mentioned at this point (for the record, I have no access to magazines or reporting on the game at the time of release, so you can take this with a grain of salt), to me it's possible to interpret Sonic and Tails originally being only a couple to a few years apart in age. To me it's possible to interpret their backstory as this:

Before Sonic would fight Robotnik and come to be known as a hero, he'd fight off these bullies picking on this little fox kit. The fox kit himself, known to the animals as "Tails" came to regard the hedgehog as his hero, so he came to follow Sonic around and try to catch up with him. Eventually, Sonic would officially begin to travel with Tails and look out for him, but he had a tendency to leave Tails behind when going on adventures focused on fighting off villains such as Robotnik, who would threaten the natural land and its inhabitants. But the young fox, determined to be like his hero (the young hedgehog) and to not be left behind (both when it came to fighting and because Sonic tended to get a laugh out of speeding ahead while Tails struggled to catch up), would practice flying until he could keep up and learn how to fight (partly by trying to use his Tails to his advantage, and partly by watching Sonic).

And to me, this sets up an interesting dynamic with them. Sonic is a bit of a jerk, but he ultimately cares about Tails' well-being. Tails deals with his hero acting like a bit of a jerk and leaving him behind by trying so hard to be able to join/catch up with him (and later be able to stand on his own too). This also sets them up as younger, likely orphaned, children who travel together and take care of each other. With all of this in mind too, it also makes more sense to me as to why the original Sonic Movie (currently known as "the ova") depicted Sonic and Tails having their own personal home base they live at together.

And this is more of a side thing, but after reading that excerpt from the manual my friend and I just couldn't help but think about Sora and Riku (Kingdom Hearts). While I have for a while found my brain drawing many lines/parallels between these pairs (although compiling all of these would be an essay for another time), this excerpt sort of set it in stone for me. I'll explain under the cut.

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So, in case you're not a Kingdom Hearts fan or entrenched in the part of Soriku fandom doing deep dive analysis and theory making and making fan translations, I'll set up Sora and Riku for a moment.

Sora and Riku are two young boys who live on Destiny Islands. They've known each other since they were very young, and, although they had other friends, the two have always considered each other best friends. They also often went out to a small island (dubbed "the play island") to play together, where they had a "secret place" to play. This "secret place" was a place where the two played together and was to be a secret between only the two of them. The two would play and dream of adventure, and Riku would dream of leaving the islands one day. At the young age of 5, he was given proof of the existence of other worlds in the form of Terra (a stranger from another world—a keyblade wielder) who would ask him why he wants to see "the outside world".

"To protect the things that matter" is a desire that lasts even until Kingdom Hearts 3 (11 years later), and (as fan translators have found out) takes a progression over time in the original Japanese from "the precious things" to "the precious people" to "precious person" (or person I cherish). The "person I cherish" in question, is highly implied to be Sora. I don't have the space to throw evidence here unfortunately, but there is a good amount (I'd suggest checking blogs such as @/blowingoffsteam2 and looking into the necklace theory and the sleeping realms theory as a start, as these will lead you to other blogs. Or you can dm me I suppose. I have a store of screenshots and kh media to draw from, just know...it's a lot).

Anyhow, with all that in mind, I also offer up an excerpt of Riku's story from the KH character files (this is a fan translation of the Japanese version), which serves to tell us a bit about Riku, he and Sora's relationship, and his perpective of the Dark Margin scene from KH2.

Translation by keijithekit on twitter

After all, when you're a child, a year is a big age difference, so I played the older brother and took Sora around with me everywhere. When did that change?

Other fan translators have also interpreted the original japanese as saying that Riku not only played the "older brother" role, but tried (perhaps not very well) to play this role. This is a short story that gives implications of feelings (and even the roles you take in another's life) changing over time. This is to say that Riku had once tried to play older brother to Sora, protect him and play with him, but over time things...changed.

Sora and Riku, as young children and all the way through to KH2, were best friends and friendly rivals. The two would often race, spar, and start up contests, with Riku winning the most. This is an important part of their relationship—as friends who drive each other to become better through competition. As Sora would fight to catch up to Riku, to beat him just once (which would also start him down a path of proving he doesn't need to fully rely on Riku anymore), Riku would fight back, get stronger and run faster so he could still be better.

Riku in KH1 (like classic Sonic as implied by the earlier excerpt from the Sonic 2 manual) is a bit of a jerk, and he often enjoys proving that he's "better" than Sora (faster and stronger). Sonic values the idea of freedom, and Riku too wants to be free, wants to explore the outside world. And Tails is a bit like Sora, who tries until he can catch up to Riku, until he can beat him just once. When Riku tells Sora in kh1 that he can go home and he (Riku) can handle everything else, Sora proves that he has the fighting prowess to stand on his own feet now and doesn't need to leave it all to Riku. Of course, Tails is a bit like Riku too. He doesn't just want to be able to catch up to Sonic, to stand on his own two feet, he wants the kind of strength Sonic seems to have (to be able to fight on his own, and to be able to protect what he cares about). And likewise, while Sora isn't initially as driven to leave their home as Riku is (as he both wants to see the outside world with him and likes his home), he also comes to value the idea of freedom, of living your own life.

And this is all to say that the parallels aren't one to one for me (especially as I believe Sonic and Tails can each parallel both Sora and Riku), but I see them regardless.

Let's return back to the Sonic 2 manual and that excerpt from Riku's story in the character files and compare the the two possible interpretations of these different backstories.

"Two childhood best friends grew up together. The older one often took care of the younger one, and the elder would try to play the older brother role to the younger as they took the younger everywhere with them. Likewise, the younger idolized the older one. The two would often compete, which would drive each of them to become better as the older would try to stay on top and the younger would keep trying to catch up and win even once. One of them desires strength to protect the things that matter (such as their best friend). The other desires to be as strong and fast as the other, fighting to be able to rival them competitively. While the older would spend time protecting the other, the younger one day is able to prove that they can stand on their own, no longer needing the older as they once did, not allowing the older to make them stay behind."

"Once, a very young kid was saved by one just older. The younger started to idolize and admire the other as their hero and began to follow the older around. Eventually, the older would begin to take care of the younger, but the older would often show off their own speed and strength and leave the younger behind. The younger, determined to be able to catch up, to be able to stand with the older, flies and trains until they can (and desires too to be able to stand alone, to have the kind of strength the older possesses, to not need the older). As the two grow older, the younger eventually is able to catch up with and fight beside the older (and too develops their own ways to fight). The two, from this point forward stick beside each other as much as they can (to the point that if they aren't adventuring together, they are often in contact)."

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Okay, I've kept you all here long enough. I mostly was hoping I could shed a bit of light as to why this excerpt from the Sonic 2 manual reminds me so much of Soriku. Food for thought, right?

#Sontails #Soriku #Sonic the Hedgehog 2 #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #Kingdom Hearts #parallels #essay time #i just be ramblin #The 'reasons' in this case were mostly me wondering why Sontails isn't that big of a ship (especially considering people's tendencies to #ship the two male best friend characters who fight together and especially because Tails was Sonic's first friend to be introduced) #and why the fandom has been so set on the 'they must and always will be practically blood related siblings or you're wrong' interpretation #So I looked up the Sonic 2 game manual to see if it would shed some light on what I was wondering #And what I found just gave my friend and I brainrot #(also consider that a piece of media or it's creator labeling two unrelated main characters as sibling like has never stopped people from #shipping them anyways or interpreting it as a coverup for queerness or as writers queercoding in a way that circumvents censorship) #If you liked this post at all you can thank my friend #1. For starting this discussion after I showed them the excerpt from the game manual #and 2. for saying 'oh yeah you could post about that conversation we had if you want' #Also side thing that didn't really fit in the post. If Tails was saved by Sonic and became a hero to him before Tails decided to follow him #around‚ does that not parallel Amy's story of being saved by Sonic‚ who would become her hero‚ and following him around after that? #More food for thought. Even the Archie Sonic depiction of Sonic CD (issue 25 of mainline) had Sonic racing Metal Sonic to save both Tails #and Amy‚ who both touted the 'my hero' line and were glad Sonic would come to save them #In terms of the interpretation I drew using only what I know from Sonic Prime and that game manual for context‚ I actually quite like the #idea that Sonic and Tails grew up together‚ with Tails having quite a bit of admiration and an unrealized puppy crush‚ and with Sonic #initially trying to play the role of older brother. And I like the idea that when they get older that relationship evolves until the nature #of it is unclear‚ where the only certainty they have is that they aren't like blood related siblings and that they just want to be together #forever (you know a 'is this platonic or romantic or what? who knows' kind of deal.) #unbreakable bond

[yuyusboyfriend]

i’m no writer but i’m always having massive amounts of brainrot so may i offer the idea of professor!yunho and student!reader,, yk, the whole reader can’t focus in class bc prof jeong is just so hot and he catches on but doesn’t do anything about it until they’re actually on the brink of failing the class so he calls them up to his office and then the rest is history

im sorry im a sucker for power imbalances hides back in my corner

Oh my god. Professor Yunho brain rot is so real. THANKS SM ANON FOR THE ASK🫶

Meet me after class.

pairing: professor!yunho × reader

wordcount: 2,6k

warnings: aged up Yunho (late twenties +), reader early 20s, non idol au, afab reader (use of words cunt, clit, pussy - no mentions of chest), dom!Yunho/sub!reader, use of pet names (baby, star, sweetheart, tiny,) use of Sir, cunnilingus (pussy, once again, ate), rough sex, LOTS of praise, yunhos a sweetheart, also a beast iykwim, lmk if theres anything else

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Every single day you attended classes like the exemplary student you are. You've always had decent enough grades, whether you honestly liked the lesson or just crammed the last second before exams; you've never "flopped" as your friends would say. It stayed this way until you started taking classes taught by the most stunning man you'd ever seen in your lifetime, Professor Jeong Yunho. When you walked into class for the first time 30 minutes early to claim your seat, you had already been beaten to the front rows by numerous other students. Weird, you thought, most people flock to the other end of the classroom—until you saw the professor arranging his papers at the front of the small lecture hall.

You stood frozen on the steps, staring at the older man. His obsidian-black hair fell just above his eyes, moving against his batting eyelashes as he concentrated on whatever he was reading at his desk. His discarded blazer is on the back of his chair, giving you a full view of his toned back and rounded shoulders in his white dress shirt. You're pretty sure your underwear was already ruined once you looked at his rolled-up sleeves, seeing his muscled forearms tensing while he fiddled with his silver rings. You felt relieved seeing no wedding ring though.

His dark eyes scanned the class as he noticed more students flooding through the lecture room doorway, pausing once they landed on your awestruck figure. His deep gaze was what finally broke you out of your trance, forcing your legs to start walking towards your seat, as near to the front desk as you could get. You made a mental note to arrive earlier next time, even if you had to sit between 20 other thirsty students trying to get time with the professor.

You found that Jeong Yunho's class wasn't impossible (on top of his good-looking self, he was a profoundly competent teacher), but it also wasn't for the weak who only came to eye up the man teaching. That being said, the class dropped from seventy-odd students to 40 in the first few months, and the way your grades were going, you were next in line.

Every class, Professor Yunho would drag his eyes over your form as you tapped away on your laptop, making your stomach quiver and your head dazed. As more students left, he gave the remaining more attention, walking around to see if anyone needed help.

"Y/n? How's your work going?" he spoke over your shoulder just above a whisper to not distract anyone else in your area. His knuckles brushed against your back accidentally while gripping your chair, sending involuntary shivers across your body. You begged the man hadn't noticed how your body reacted to him just being in your vicinity for your self-preservation. He had. He always sensed your gaze on him while he was teaching; you weren't very secretive about it either, seeing as everyone else was looking down, typing out his words.

"It's- I'm good! I mean the work, not me. It's fine." You stumbled over your words, scared to see his expression at the fool you just made of yourself. You were stunned to see the corners of his mouth turned upwards, slightly eyes soft looking back at you. A simple smile from him managed to rip the air from your lungs so effortlessly.

In the short months that he had been your teacher, you became infatuated with the man. When you weren't in his classes, all you could think about was him. You wondered what he had for breakfast, what he was wearing today—although, not much was left to the imagination as your friends snapped pictures of him crossing campus and sent them to you. It annoyed you that they would do it without his consent, yet you still saved every photo to the locked collection on your phone. Not to mention your dreams lately; God, as if your mind wasn't a powerful enough tool to daydream with, your dreams went above and beyond; You'd wake up and need to hop in the shower from the mess you had made in your sleeping state.

The current reoccurring dream was you bent over his desk, his hand on the back of your neck and his hips ramming into yours. He grunted as he kept up his relentless pace. You found yourself almost drooling at the reminiscence of it again, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. You sat in the campus café, trying to refine your most recent assignment for his class; Your grade in his class was still at rock bottom—just then the little bell above the door signalled the arrival of another customer.

Oh. Professor Jeong Yunho strode through the door, his jacket in his arm and a backpack strap on his shoulder. He carried on to the counter ordering "the usual" and sat at a table near the window. The outside light framed his face perfectly as he watched people pass by, sipping on his cold coffee before pulling out a small stack of papers to mark. You had forgotten why you were even there until some people stood in front of your line of vision, forcing you to redirect your gaze. Fuck, the assignment you thought knowing it was due in 20 minutes, indicated by the sight of Yunho walking out of the door, not before nodding at the baristas- and you. His eyes did a quick scan of you before he walked away in the direction of your next class.

You had barely managed to finish it and make it to class on time, knowing you had hardly gone over your writing to check for errors.

"Y/n, Could you meet me after class in my office? I would like to discuss your current grades." His deep tone made you nearly fall out of your seat; you were so concentrated on your thoughts on how good he looked today, that you hadn't noticed him approaching you. You felt your stomach sink at his serious expression. Had you gotten too distracted by the gorgeous man, so badly that you were getting kicked out of his lectures? He walked away to start the lesson before you had a chance to even ask for specifics. This was going to be a long few hours.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" you looked at the man sitting at his desk, like a king on his throne. Even now, you could only think about how fine Yunho looked with his tie slightly loosened and sleeves rolled up showing off his biteable forearms. The way his long fingers tapped on his desk as he looked over at your form standing in his office door frame.

"Yes, close the door behind you and take a seat, please." Your heart raced as you sat across him meeting his gaze once again. "So your grades have been pretty low all semester y/n, but now it's reaching a point where you're going to fail if you carry on." He paused to stand up, before continuing," I've spoken to your other professors and checked your files, You've always had good grades, so what's got you so distracted in my class, hm?" he leans against the desk, the same side as you now and tilts his head. What do you even say? Sorry teach I'm so horny for you please do me against every surface in this room?

"I- I'm not sure, I'll get onto it though sir and-" You feel his presence step closer to you.

"You're not sure, are you? That's interesting, because I'm pretty sure I know what's got your little head so busy, so I'll ask again. What's got you so distracted, sweetheart?" He towers over you staring deep into your soul, feeling as though he can see every dirty thought flying around your brain. He brings his large hand down to your face, softly gripping your chin to stop you from averting your gaze again.

"...You." You whisper under your breath, opting to close your eyes, so you don't have to face him.

"Quick learner." Was the last thing he said before he pushed his face forward to meet your lips. As soon as you registered what was happening, you stood up and deepened the kiss you had been so desperate for. He gripped your hips and shoved you against the desk as his tongue swiped along your lip demanding access. Your breathing had become heavy and unstable, not feeling all that attached to oxygen now that you were attached to Yunho's soft lips. He broke the kiss to swipe his pen holders and a couple of papers off of his desk to replace them with your ass. Truthfully, Yunho had already packed all of his belongings away for the day, hoping that this would be the outcome of your visit.

You rutted against his body, back arching to get friction anywhere as he started toying with the waistband of your clothes, not pulling them down yet. "What do you need tiny? You need my cock? My fingers? My tongue? Tell me what you need baby." His voice had dropped into the sexiest, deepest tone; you could feel it in your body as he held himself against you.

"All. Everything." You huff out, still trying to gain friction on his forming bulge.

"I need to know more than that my star, tell me what you've been fantasising about while I've been teaching you." He's known what you've been thinking about for a while, you realise, making you feel even hotter in his grip.

"I… I thought about sitting under your desk, sucking you off while you try to teach the class, and you bending me over your desk as punishment…" You weren't able to stop the words falling out of your mouth along with heavy breaths as he pressed light kisses down your neck, groping your thighs and hips as you spoke.

"Such an obedient student, hm? Now I'm going to fuck you with my tongue, and if you're good, I might let you come on my fingers. How's that sound, baby?" you moan at his words, nodding your head frantically.

"Words." He sternly whispered on your neck, halting all of his movements.

"Please Yunho- sir", He shivered at you saying his name so needily and lifted your hips to pull off your trousers and underwear, stuffing the underwear in his pocket before dropping to his knees between your legs.

"Am I getting those back- ngh!" A moan ripped out of you before you could even finish what you were saying as he licked a stripe across your weeping cunt till he reached your clit. The feeling had you bucking your hips into his face, but he held your thighs in a tight vice, fingertips gripping into your soft flesh. He groaned as he ate you out, mouth working its magic as he brought you closer to relief. The way he flicked his tongue against you had you grasping his soft hair. You had been so desperate to do that since you first saw him; it was just as nice as you had imagined.

"You're so good for me," the heat of his words hitting your thigh as it kissed it, before bringing his index finger to your hole and filling you. You gasped at the intrusion, unable to concentrate on the sensations as he went back to sucking your over-sensitive clit, moans spilling out of your throat.

"Sir please let me cum- I can't-" you stuttered as he slipped another finger in and sped up his pace, realising you wouldn't have to ask twice for your approaching release. He felt your hole clench around his long fingers as you rode them through your orgasm. Yunho watched your fucked out face as he licked your overstimulated pussy once more, before pulling the zipper on his slacks down and fishing a condom out of his pocket. You sat up to help him pull his dick out of his boxers, him letting out a small whimper as you ripped the condom packet with your teeth and slid it down his hard-on painfully slow, earning a pinch on your thigh. God, he looked delicious like this; Hair dishevelled, trousers just pulled down only enough to have his cock out, his tie loosened and top buttons undone, soft tummy peeking out of the ridden-up shirt as he looked down at you through his lashes. You promised to never forget this arousing image when he taught you next.

"You ready my baby? Gonna fill you so well…" He lined up his hips before stuffing you with his thick length; the ache turning into immense pleasure within seconds. He let you adjust to his size once he had bottomed out, rocking into your pussy when you gave him the green light. You were on cloud nine the way he stretched you and dragged his cock against your G-spot immediately.

"Fuck you fit me so well, baby, so good for my cock. Wanna fuck your tight little cunt every day." He bit your ear lobe as he relentlessly impaled you on him over and over while you cried into his neck in pleasure. He had a way of pounding his hips so delectably it made you feel as though you could pass out from the way he pressed into you.

"Say my name sweetheart, say my name while I claim your desperate pussy, hm? Can you do that for me?"

"Fuck Yunho please keep—please harder."

He laughed at your weak voice, "You don't even know what you want, so obedient for me though- fuck," Yunho muttered as his thrusts became more frantic. He knew you were both close as you chanted his name into his shoulder, fingernails digging into his back. Yunho reached down to stroke your clit with the rough pad of his thumb tightening the knot in your stomach, still sensitive from the first orgasm.

"Yunho, please I'm gonna come-"

"Come for me baby, you can do it, cum on my cock" He slammed into your cunt a few more times before he stilled deep in you, your pussy clenching around him in sync. He stammered out more praises and sweet words as you came down from your high with him still in you.

He pulled out carefully as you leaned against his body with all your weight, not having the strength to hold yourself up anymore, and tied the condom, putting it in the trash.

"You doing alright, tiny? Sorry for going so rough on you, you did so well for me." Yunho asked in concern as he cleaned you up and picked up your trousers, still not returning your underwear. You looked into his sweet eyes, before reaching up to the nape of his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. His mouth still had traces of your arousal lingering, tasting sweet as he kissed you gently like you would break as easy as porcelain. Ironic.

"I'm good, Yunho- sorry, sir…" You weren't sure where the two of you stood after that, office yet to rid of the smell of arousal circling the room.

"Please, call me Yunho... Now, are you going to start focusing in my classes and stop eye fucking me every lesson, or do you need more… private lessons?"

You were pretty sure you were going to end the year with A++ with his special help.

OMGGGGG I melted while writing this bro, I hadn't ever planned on writing Dom!ateez bc I'm just a sucker for them as subs but this. This will not be the last.

Also thank you for 69 followers that's so funny 😭😭😭

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez imagine #jeong yunho #yunho drabble #yunho x reader #yunho smut #ateez yunho #jeong yunho smut #jeong yunho x reader #ateez x atiny #yuyus asks ☆

[asuyaka]

Eyyy it's been a while since I've requested anything, and since I'm back to my JJK brain rot how about a good old request for my favorite dead divorced gay couple?(how are we copin', manga readers?)

So idk if you've ever seen or heard of the "Missing Halloween" animation on YouTube, BUT--

What if satosugu found out that Reader(who they were very close with) was actually the spirit of an past special grade student that died in a mission by the hands of curse users (maybe they raided the school or something, idk it's like- 1AM in here my brain will not remember all the shit that happens in the JJK lore to make a coherent plot point) and now just roams around near the school, and that explains why everyone just seemingly ignored Reader's presence completely and gave the three weird looks whenever they hung out together. Also I like to think that these two idiots found out about reader's situation after fooling around during detention and accidentally tripping on some dusty old boxes that had some old stuff in it, finding one of those group school year pics from when Yaba was the boys' age and Reader was also in the pic from when they were still alive.

In much simpler words, Satosugu x ghost!reader that they didn't knew was a ghost until they found a picture of Reader's academic years.

-🌈, Anon.

★ - JJK brainrot 's so real f' me too !! (Satosugu once 'm get m grubby lil hands on you... >:(( )

☆ - Satosugu x Ghost! Reader !!

♡ - 's nice ta see you again, 🌈 nony !! ヾ(^▽^*))) hope you're doin' well <33 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ | 'm have seen Missing Halloween! made me s'sad (◞‸◟；) but s sooo bittersweet! m nota huuugee animation fan, but Missing Halloween 's one of m favs! (๑≧▽≦)

Being a ghost is interesting, to put it simply.

You get to see things you never got the chance to when you were alive, like the top of Mount Fuji and the vast streets of Shibuya. Sure, you missed what it was like to eat your favorite food or speak to people, but it's the price you have to pay for your naivety.

You thought you'd be alone, wandering the hallways of Jujutsu High forever until they came.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru.

The strongest sorcerers in the modern era.

Shock is an emotion you haven't felt since your death, but you feel it again when you notice that those two can not only see but touch you.

It's an odd feeling. Having someone touch your skin after years (it's only been two) of being dead. Weird, but nice.

"Suguru, back me up here!" Satoru whines, holding his friend by his shoulders and shaking him back and forth.

You and Satoru were arguing about which ice cream flavor was the best. Granted, you haven't had ice cream —or any food for that matter— in a long time, but there was no way you would let Satoru get away with saying Birthday Cake.

"This is your argument, and I like Vanilla." Suguru shrugs and the betrayed look on Satoru's face causes you to giggle.

Satoru turns to face you, chest out and voice boisterous. "Well, [Name], since we can't agree, I guess that means we'll have to go to an ice cream store to find out!

Suguru's face turns blank. "Where in that argument did going to an ice cream place happen?"

"Right now, duh." You huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"No, guys, I don't have money, and I'm not taking you dumbasses to an ice cream place at this hour." Suguru's voice is stern; like there's no room for back-and-forth bickering.

You three were now at a small ice cream shop a few minutes away from Jujutsu High.

You tried not to talk to Suguru and Satoru much, so to bystanders it wouldn't look like they were talking to literal air, but they didn't get the hint and kept talking to you anyway.

Sometimes you wonder if they even know you're a ghost.

The way Satoru uses you as a headrest (you're putting spiders in his bed tonight) and how Suguru tends to maintain eye contact when he talks to you (earning a couple of odd stares from some in the store), you’re 99.9% sure they think you’re a real person.

Which you are, obviously, but you’re only technically real to them. Why that is, you aren’t exactly sure yourself.

Before you three get to the counter, you make up a fake excuse of having to use the bathroom. You tell them the flavor you want, make sure Satoru doesn’t do anything weird, and order the flavor with the most sugar (you aren’t 100% sure if you can even eat but it’s worth trying) before you excuse yourself. 

You make your way to the roof, sitting on the edge and looking out into the city. It’s calming. 

You’ve always enjoyed how relaxing it was to be able to see people going about their lives, the soft breeze sounding through your ears accompanied by the smell of ice cream and bread from nearby stores.

It’s nice. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot Suguru and Satoru sitting at an outside table. They were talking amongst each other as they presumably waited for you, an empty spot only held by a cup of ice cream filled with your favorite flavor.

You drop down at the back of the store, brushing the dust off your body and making your way to where Suguru and Satoru are sitting.

“Jeez! Took you long enough.” Satoru rolls his eyes and immediately starts eating his ice cream. 

Suguru rolls his eyes. His posture is the same as always, a man spread and his arms crossed only breaking whenever he needs to eat his ice cream as well. 

Huffing, you kick Satoru underneath the table. Blowing a raspberry before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Good news, you can eat.

Bad news, you don’t taste a single thing.

Well… they don’t need to know that. They’re having fun, your inability to taste shouldn’t spoil that for them.

“Satoru, Yaga’s going to kill us if he finds us, you know?” Suguru huffs, keeping watch as Satoru looks through the yearbook of past students in Jujutsu High.

“Oh, hush!” Satoru kicks him in the knee, gasping when he finds a book tucked away behind several (thankfully sleeping) cursed corpses.

Satoru grins. “Found one.”

Suguru takes one final glance at the hallway before turning to see what Satoru dragged him here for in the dead of night (or early in the morning depending on the way you look at it).

They flip through the yearbook, snickering when they see what Yaga looked like two years ago. His buzz is shorter — if that’s even possible — but he still has his stone-cold resting face.

They make it to the back of the book, where there’s a special section dedicated to students who died before the year is over.

Really, Satoru was looking for what [Name] looked like when he was younger. He’s suspected you were older than the two of them since he never sees you during school.

“Satoru… is– is that…?” Suguru’s voice is weary as his finger points at a photo of some dude he recognizes.

A boy he recognizes.

It’s your picture, you look the same as you do now. “What’s he doing here? We see him all the time– right Suguru?” 

Suguru pales. “Is that why Shoko calls us crazy? [Name] isn’t alive—”

“Yes, he is!” Satoru almost yells. The book drops from his hands with a thump! small colors of blue peeking out from the bottom of his sunglasses.

“We can touch him, we can see him!” Satoru stomps his foot. “How is that possible if he’s dead, huh?!”

“He might be a cursed sp—”

“Then the curse alarm would’ve sounded!” Satoru’s voice sounds like it’s tethering over an edge. He’s confused– he’s known [Name] for as long as his first year, you, him, and Suguru are inseparable so why can Suguru accept the fact that you’re (supposedly) dead?!

“Let’s ask him then, is that okay?” Suguru puts his hand directly on Satoru’s shoulder, moving his thumb slightly for comfort. 

The albino takes a deep breath to calm himself. He shouldn’t be mad at Suguru, he loves Suguru.

So, he does what Suguru says. He lets Suguru lead the way to where they found you the first time. Close to the artifact warehouse but closer to the forest that surrounds Jujutsu High.

You’re there. Sitting on the grass as you stare longingly at a bird.

The sound of rocks crunching under their feet must give them away because in a second you lock eyes with Suguru, a soft smile on your face.

“Suguru!” Your voice is warm– comforting even. “What are you guys doing here? Aren’t you guys breaking curfew?”

“Are you dead?”

Satoru’s blunt question causes your body to freeze. He sounds angry. Maybe it’s because you didn’t tell them that you were a ghost, and they somehow found out themselves.

You weren’t all that popular when you were alive. You were an adequate sorcerer with mediocre abilities. Nothing that puts you out there– not like the two in front of you anyway.

“Y-Yeah?” You avert your eyes sheepishly. “I mean, I died a few years ago so—”

“Why didn’t you tell us anything?” Satoru cuts you off, the hand still holding Suguru’s tightens slightly.

Why didn’t you tell them? Because they’d stop hanging out with you? Were you scared you’d lose the only people who know you’re still technically here?

Because you’re bound to this school and have only ever left because your attachment somehow shifted to Satoru and Suguru.

Ah, that’s why.

You were scared to be left alone. That’s why every time you could, you’d rush over to where they were. Engage in conversation with them, and do mildly illegal things with them because they make you feel wanted.

“I guess… I was scared you two would stop hanging out with me..?” You let out a laugh even though nothing is funny. “You two are the only people who know I still exist, so I thought if you figured out I was a ghost…”

“— that we’d stop talking to you altogether?” Suguru finishes for you and you can’t help but nod.

“That’s stupid! We fight curses, why do you think being a ghost is going to stop anything?!” Satoru grabs you by the shoulder. You’re sure his grip hurts, but you can’t exactly feel pain anymore.

“Yeah, I know…” Your hand touches Satoru’s forearm. “Now that you know… it doesn’t change anything between us… right?”

The longer the silence stretches the more anxiety swallows you whole. If they stop talking to you or start avoiding you, you aren’t sure what you’ll be bound to.

Maybe that spot by the artifact warehouse. You’ll be forced to stay there– alone, with no one to talk to, no one to make you feel alive.

“Of course, not.” Suguru’s voice is warm, it makes something well up in your eyes.

“Sure, it might be weird since sorcerers can’t see you, but you’re our friend. You just have to promise not to keep life-altering secrets from us. Right, Satoru?”

Satoru huffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. “You owe me, stupid ghost boy!”

A smile stretches across your face and you’re unaware of the warmth rolling down your cheeks. “I’m glad.”

You won’t be alone.

You’ll be able to talk to them, now that they know your biggest secret.

You’ll have Satoru and Suguru, and they’ll have you.

Maybe being dead– or being a ghost isn’t so bad after all.

#ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 — ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴ' ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ #jjk x male reader #male reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x male reader #geto x male reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #suguru x male reader #satoru x male reader #x male reader #009 #⋆｡𖦹 — ​ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ​ #jjk #satosugu x reader #satosugu x male reader #🌈: anon!

[kenposting]

New Guy

Summary: Short & sweet; Ken is the new guy at your work - somewhere he keeps calling the ‘real world’. You don’t get that, but what’s new, he never really makes any sense. 

WC: 2.2k

AN: (Insert crying emoji) thank you for all the kind comments on the last Ken brainrot story I wrote omg!!! I just like him... did nawt expect all that. A small part of this was very loosely inspired after reading a blurb by @ideas-live-forever where Ken doesn’t like a latte. Its very cute and you can read it here!

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You wished you had words to describe him, really. I mean, how many times could you redirect the conversation away from the two of you? Your friends, roomates, classmates, even your family – they all picked up on your recent busy schedule. You were seeing someone, and that someone came off as incredibly alluring and mysterious to them after your hesitance in explaining. 

Ken was not alluring, let alone mysterious. Bless his heart, he was a bit dense actually. You didn’t want to tell people about him - not out of embarrassment, but out of protection for him. This world was a lot different from the one he claimed to be from… another piece of him you didn’t quite understand. You chalked it up to at best a joke or some weird pick up line (him saying he was from “out of this world”) and at worst an actual delusion, but you didn’t mind it. You found it kind of charming. 

You still remember when you first heard about him. There was a new guy at work and your coworkers were laughing about some of the answers he gave on his job interview. You felt a little bad, knowing his answers should’ve been kept confidential, but you couldn’t help but laugh when you overheard them. 

“No, yeah he literally said his last job was ‘beach’. Not lifeguard, not pool attendant, not national park ranger, not even the beach, just beach.” 

You laughed a little to yourself, finishing wiping down one of the tables. You had a morning shift today, like most days, but you wouldn't be open for a little while. You had time to listen. 

“I don’t know, man. At least he can wash a mean dish.” 

They weren’t laughing with him, but rather at him. It did make you a bit sad. He sounded hilarious, honestly. It was probably just a bit that he took too seriously. After all, a job interview isn’t always the best place to joke around like that. 

A metallic ding rang through the restaurant as the door swung open. You looked up to be met with quite the character. He was tall, probably around 6’3” or 6’4”, and tan. Must've been all that time at beach. His stature was broad and his shoulders barely fit through the doorframe. He was dressed in the same uniform you were, except his yellow diner ringer tee was tucked in to a pair of light blue cuffed jeans, paired with white tennis sneakers and white crew socks. He was blonde, clearly by choice, not birth, and he stood with a clean dishtowel draped over his left shoulder. He looked like he just stepped out of an 80’s back-to-school Target ad. 

“Morning, Ken.” 

“Morning! Thank you for the opportunity to work here! So cool…” 

You smiled to yourself, grabbing menus to set out on each table. He looked just as odd as he everyone made him out to be. 

Prep duty was your given task for this morning. Since you typically worked an opening shift before school, you only had to wait tables until 2pm. Doors didn’t open until 9am, so that left you three hours to cut vegetables and fruit while you supervised the new guy. 

“Hey, my office please.” 

Your boss beckoned you, explaining what Ken’s tasks were so you could keep an eye on him. 

“He’ll probably keep to himself, honestly. He seems nervous, but he’s glad to work here. I don’t really… get him.” 

“What do you mean, sir?” 

You boss sighed and shook his head, searching for a way to explain everything. 

“When I asked him about previous employment he just said he worked at ‘beach’ and that he was 'very good at it'. His references were all listed under the name name… his name. Ken. I kept asking if he was, like, a lifeguard or something and why everyone he’s worked for was also named Ken. He just kept repeating, ‘no, sir, just beach,’ and ‘I’m not sure I understand, sir, is your name not Ken too?’ like that made any sense.” 

Air quotes punctuated the absurdity of the whole thing. 

You bit the inside of your lip, stifling a laugh. This guy was wither a genius or actually insane. 

“Anyways…” he trailed off. “He didn’t have much more to say about work, but he said he was in town to study – of course, without any documentation. I guess you don’t need a diploma to wash dishes.” 

Ken did keep to himself mostly, but you could tell he took his job incredibly seriously. His brows furrowed while washing the plates from last night’s dinner rush. He wanted to be good at this, you could tell. You wondered if he took beach the same way, like his life depended on it. 

The day went by quickly. All the girls – and Ken – got off at the same time, switching aprons as the evening crew trickled in. 

“Wanna come to the bar with us tonight? It’s half-price on Tuesdays!” 

You smiled at the offer, but respectfully declined. 

“I’ve got homework, but maybe next time!” 

They sighed, saying you were no fun, waving to you as they all left together. You stayed behind to count and divide the tips. So did Ken, for some reason. 

“You can go home whenever you’re ready, Ken. Good job today.” 

You pretended not to notice his ears perk at your compliment. He was blushing, like… actually blushing. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

He sounded surprised, like he hadn’t ever been told he did well before. 

“What are you doing now?” 

You looked up at him. He was actually quite handsome up close. You both had your backs turned to each other most of the day so you didn’t get a chance to notice. 

His eagerness to learn was also attractive. He wasn’t handsy or gross or trying to hit on you like some of the previous employees you’ve worked with. He was kind and appeared genuine. 

“I’m counting the tip jar from this morning so I can divide the tips between all the morning waitresses. Each of them get their own tips on the bills or in cash, but the ones in the jar are kind of random, so we split all of those. We count morning separately so whatever the evening crew makes can be divided amongst themselves, in case they were busier or slower than us. Its fair that way. You get some too.” 

He looked like you just told him his childhood home caught fire. He was just bewildered at the concept. 

“I get some? But I already got paid for today, they said I’d get it on my 'check' in two weeks.” 

He did not know what a check was. You smiled to yourself, still deciding on wether he was being smart with you or if he was just inexperienced in the world. 

“Yeah, see? 20, 40, 60, 80, 100 in 20s, then 110, 120, 130, 140 in 10s. I already counted the fives – 145, 150, 155, 160, 165, 170, 175, 180, 185 there – and ones, so 186, 7, 8 ,9, 90, 91, 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6, 7, so that’s 197, divided by the staff is $32.83 each.” 

He did not get it at all. He nodded hesitantly, hoping to convince you he understood you just fine. You were explaining it like he should know this, afterall, and he felt kind of insecure that he didn’t get it. You didn’t mean to hurt his feelings and he knew that, but he was just more sensitive than most. 

“So I take it you didn’t make any tips at ‘beach’?” 

He shook his head, answering with complete seriousness. 

“No. We didn’t have money at all, actually.” 

He was always like that. It had been a couple of months now since he started with you. Every day he said something weirder than the day before. Just like today, when he asked if you were doing anything after work. You said homework, as per usual, and watched him panic, replying with, “Oh yeah... me too actually…”

“Yeah? You’re in school?” 

He nodded, another serious look on his face. He had forgotten about homework for a while now. They didn’t have homework in Barbieland. 

The thought alone of this man in a classroom was enough to have you laughing. Sure, he was smart and charming and handsome and good at his job and personable and kind and… lots of other things you didn’t want to admit, but he didn’t strike you as someone that would thrive in an academic environment. 

You took him out for drinks that afternoon. It was a small cafe that also served daydrinks, like mimosas or sangrias. It was a comfortable and safe environment, which was welcome, as today’s assignment was complicated even for you. Who knows why you took organic chemistry as your major. You hated chemistry. Everyone hated chemistry. 

You felt him watching you attentively, like he was checking if you might’ve needed anything. 

“What’s your homework on?” 

He was gentle in his approach. He liked you. 

You looked at him. He truly wanted to know, it wasn’t just small talk. 

You explained it as best at you could, truly, but he looked like he was about to cry, like it physically hurt his brain. Changing the subject, you asked what he was studying. 

“I’m majoring in Patriarchy and minoring in Horses and Beach.” 

You didn’t ask more. He was dead serious, too. He really was highlighitng and placing index notes on a book about horses. Stacked in his (pale yellow) backpack (with tiny embroidered flowers) were heavy textbooks, though, so he must've been studying something. Maybe this was part of the joke. After looking over his course catalogue to help him figure out assignment priority based on credit weights, you saw he was majoring in Gender Studies and minoring in Equine Science and Marine Biology. So yes, patriarchy, horses, and beach. 

The waitress stopped by your table and he panicked again, ordering the same thing as you. A little while later, two Espresso Martinis arrived. You sipped the drink casually, focused on your assignment. 

He didn’t mind it when you weren’t focused on him. He enjoyed your company, even in the quiet. He never felt like you were laughing at him. It was more like you found him funny, but in a nice way. He liked that about you. He liked all of you, actually. 

“Oh, wow!”

He had a sort of outburst that startled you from whatever it was you were reading. You couldn’t remember actually, the look on his face made you forget what you had just read. 

“Oh my gosh, that is terrible!!” 

He spoke in an elevated whisper, careful to not offend the workers. 

“Why does it hurt, is something wrong with it??” 

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing at him. He looked truly horrified. 

“Have you never had anything with alcohol in it before? I thought you were, like, what, 24? 25? Aren’t you in college?” 

“I don’t even have an age – wow, I’m so sorry, that is so bad.” 

He was so weird. So so weird. But you really liked that about him actually. He was sweet about everything and very kind and thoughtful, too. 

He clearly hated his drink but finished it anyway, probably out of courtesy. His face crumpled a bit every time he had to wash a dish that had a lot of food leftover. It was like he felt great sorrow for the chef – that their work wasn’t good enough for the customer, and they tried really hard, so that made him sad. 

Oddly enough, he put a $20 in the tip jar on the way out, shrugging when you asked him about it. He said sure, he didn’t like it, but that wasn’t anyone’s fault. He was grateful they ‘took good care of him’. He was just repeating what he’d heard other diner guests say when they tipped. He was so cute. 

You walked him home. He insisted on the other way around, but he was tipsy and didn’t really know what to do about it, hiccupping and catching his balance. He wasn’t frightened or anything, reassuring you he’d ‘seen this in the movies before’. You assumed he was referring to knowing what it’s like to be inebriated. Still, all this after only one drink, and a stereotypically girly one at that. 

“Thank you for walking me home and helping me with homework and letting me hang out with you today!” 

You smiled, nodding your head. 

“Sure, Ken. Do you work tomorrow?” 

He nodded excitedly, standing in a salute-like pose. 

“Sure do! I’m gonna wash the hell out of some dishes.” 

Cursing, although incredibly light for him, was something he told you he was learning to do since he was now ‘in the real world’. You didn't understand that, like most things about him, but you were excited to see him tomorrow nonetheless. 

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀⋆˚✿˖°⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

For more Kenpostings I’ve written, click here.

For part two, click here!

#ken #kenergy #ryan gosling #what kenergy is this #just ken #ken x reader #ken barbie movie #<3

[euseokz]

@ sohee — i’ve been wanting you for so long, how could i say no when you finally feel the same way ? . cws : unprotected sex . creampie . oral (f) - only one mention . wc : 1.4k+ . genre : smut

a/n : this might actually be my favorite thing i’ve written so far i swear 😭 i also 100% blame @dearmyouth for this, thank you for giving me the sohee brainrot i finally get the hype 🙌🏻

BEST-FRIEND! SOHEE who has never been particularly good at hiding his attraction towards you.

it wasn’t like he ever acted on it or made you feel uncomfortable because of it, all the glances he took up and down your body discrete enough, and any riskier touches he dared somehow always safe enough to still be passed as coming from a friend who just happened to be a bit clingier. you were pretty close after all, so no one ever suspected a thing — however, you did notice those small details, to you they were pretty obvious at least.

you knew how sohee looked at his other friends, and you also knew how he looked at the girls he found attractive, and his gaze towards you somehow always seemed to lean more towards the latter. you also knew that even on his clingiest days he was never as clingy as he always seemed to be when it came to you, especially when you two were alone. you had always known he liked you, and assumed it was just a small crush at most, so you never cared, thinking it would eventually go away, that he’d get tired of it and move on.

apparently though, that wouldn’t be the case.

over time sohee seemed to get more desperate. he was still never disrespectful, but you could see his slip ups, how he’d make comments that had a double meaning without noticing, ending up blushing and getting a bit awkward when he did process his words, or how he’d reach out to hold your hand or hug you when he had never seemed all that inclined towards that sort of more intimate gesture in the first place. it was getting to be too much, and what you thought would be something temporary, was very quickly proving itself to be quite the opposite. you almost felt bad for sohee, because you could see how guilty he felt over the whole thing, and you thought that was endearing, how he valued your friendship enough to not wanna risk losing it over his own feelings.

maybe all he needed was a little sign, something that would let him know that maybe you weren’t so against exploring a romantic relationship with him after all — so you gave him just that, asking him if he wanted to kiss you one night when you found yourselves all alone in his apartment, the tv screen the only thing lightning up the living room as you both talked to each other, barely paying attention to whatever was paying.

even in the dim-lighted room you could see how sohee’s eyes kept darting towards your lips when you spoke, how his own stayed parted whenever he didn’t chew on them anxiously. how his hands seemed to seek yours, inching closer to you under the wide blanket you shared only to snap back to his lap when he noticed what he was doing. you thought you could also see a faint blush adorn his cheeks up to the tip of his ears, and as if that wasn’t enough motivation for you to want to tease him a bit, you eventually noticed the small tent forming on his crotch once the topic of your conversation turned to one ever so slightly spicier — that truly being the last drop, the last reason you needed to ask him if he wanted to kiss you.

sohee stumbled on his words when the question left your mouth, and you could almost see the gears turning inside his head, temptation and lust very clearly starting to cloud his judgment as he looked at you, eyes focused on yours. he did utter out a small “yeah” though, immediately taking the first step and guiding you to lay down on the couch, going to hover over you, his face mere centimeters away from yours. you could also see the last bits of self-restraint leaving his body when he asked you if you were sure, and as soon as you said “yes”, he was on you, his lips ravaging yours as if he had been dreaming of that moment for years (which, all things considered, he had).

sohee’s touch could only be described as curious and desperate at that moment. his kiss was needy, thirsty, tasting every bit of you he could and damn near begging for more when he felt you pull away for a breath of air. both your lips were red and shiny after the first round, the seconds you spent in silence being occupied by your eyes locked on each other, as if you were having a silent conversation, wordlessly agreeing that a kiss, although nice, wasn’t enough.

when he leaned down again, sohee kept up the energy. his lips pressed into yours frantically, his teeth even clanking against yours and his tongue reaching to explore every bit of you it could. this time though his hands didn’t stay politely by your sides, instead traveling up and down your body, sneaking under your shirt and feeling up directly against your skin, smiling against your lips because of the small trail of goosebumps his cold fingers left behind. somewhere along the way, between a lot of kissing and small, shy moans being shared, you finally found yourselves naked, distinct piles of clothes scattered around the dark living room’s floor and your bodies back on the couch, sohee sitting down in the middle of it with his legs spread while you were on top of him, slowing lowering yourself on his cock. you were absolutely soaked — he had made sure of that by making you cum on his tongue once before — and his dick was as hard as it had ever been, his erection painful if he was being honest, fat beads of pre-cum slipping past his slit and dampening his pink tip, leaving a shiny trail from it down to his base.

once you had finally pushed all of sohee into your heat, you both sighed in relief — said relief being short-lived because your combined desperation quickly kicked in, leaving you both eager for more. you started moving up and down on sohee’s lap, his hands resting at your waist, helping guide you, while loud lewd sounds spread across the room, your moans shameless and the sticky sound of your slick mixing with his pre-cum as your hips hit against sohee’s didn’t help in any way. you didn’t care though, already too overtaken by your own arousals, only focused on each other, on how you felt.

sohee filled you up perfectly, as if his cock had been made for your cunt, his tip hitting the perfect spot when he bottomed out, making you mewl his name, asking for more — and because he could never say no to you, sohee stopped you for a second just so he could flip you both, changing position so you laid on the couch and he was on top of you, your legs circled around his waist tightly and his chest pressed flush against yours, one of his arms laced around your waist while his other hand had it’s fingers digging into one of your thighs. your bodies were glued to each other, so up-close you swore you had never been as pressed up against another person. you felt every single one of sohee’s movements — felt his abdomen tense when he pistoned his hips into yours, his thighs tense with every thrust, even how uneven his breath was because of the way his chest moved up and down. it was personal, as intimate as sex could be, and you weren’t sure you would be able to live without it now that you had experienced it.

sohee kept going, moving in and out of you swiftly and whispering small nothings against your neck, telling you how pretty you were, how good you felt, how badly he had been wanting this. he was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice his orgasm approaching, only taking note when it was too late and his dick was twitching inside your pussy, filling you up with cum to the brim. you didn’t mind though, and although the feeling of his seed spilling into you brought sohee out of his trance almost immediately, barely even able to enjoy his orgasm out of worriedness, it only heightened your pleasure, his high triggering yours as you came around him, plush walls pulsing around his cock and milking him dry, creaming around his girth as you screamed his name. seeing your state made sohee get back into it, his apprehensiveness lasting nothing more than a few seconds as he continued with his movements, thrusting into you now at a slower pace, letting you both catch your breath while you calmed down.

it all felt a bit surreal, how sudden everything seemed to have happened and most of all how good it all felt, but you knew that wouldn’t be the last time you’d experience it — you’d make sure it wasn’t.

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not sure if I've already requested this so sorry if I have haha,

but how would the m6 react to a mc with sh scars? if it's not too heavy of a topic for you, if it is, I completely understand that :)

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC has SH scars

~ not too heavy at all, anon, I'd actually been hoping to write this at some point and your request gave me that excuse! to anyone else who relates a little too much: you're not alone, your pain is valid, and there is hope for you even when it doesn't feel like it - brainrot ~

CW for: references to scarring and self-harm. I can remember points in my life when this would have been triggering for me to read. If this would be triggering for you too, please prioritize your health.

Julian

He noticed early on that you'd get a strange look on your face when he mentioned being comfortable with experiencing pain, and he's been curious about why for some time

You generally found a way to hide them - whether with your clothes or in the low lighting - until after you defeated the Devil, which was when Julian was less distracted enough to notice more details

Like the unusual textures that appeared when your clothes shifted as you moved around your daily tasks, and how hellbent you seemed on immediately adjusting them

He waits to approach the subject until he knows you're both in a calm headspace, after the day is done as the two of you lounge in front of the fire with your dinner

He wants to hear your side of things, but the first thing he's going to ask is to let him look at them. He's a doctor, he loves you, and he wants to know the extent of the damage and how he can help your healing

Might cry a little, but hides it and refuses to make it about himself by pulling you into the biggest hug instead

It throws him into some serious self reflection, which leads to lots of late-night talks about self-destructive habits and how you two can best support each other in a way that's loving and not enabling

Will get a matching tattoo if you choose to cover them that way

Asra

The first time they saw them was right after your resurrection, and their heart sank right down into their feet

Here he felt like he'd just saved you, only to find that you'd not only woken up in a miserable state, but that the life you'd had before had been far more painful for you than he had been aware of

Which is when they became determined to give you such a good life and so much platonic love and support that the scars on your body would truly belong to a past life

The first time you asked him about why you had them, he said they were leftover from an old battle that you had fought very bravely. Going into any more detail only made your headaches worse

They did watch your behavior and mood closely, though, in case you started to fight that battle again. They never judged you for them or offered to smooth them over

After you defeated the Devil together, he told you the truth about them and what they meant, even though he didn't know the details of why you had them

It was also their chance to give you an apology for not noticing before you died, when they were still your friend and cared about you. They know it's not their fault, but the guilt was still there

He kisses them every morning and night

Nadia

She's heard vague stories from her family members about people who were in so much pain that they would self harm, but she'd never seen such a strong example in person

Which is why she initially assumed they were the result of some fierce battle or tragedy, and planned to ask you later

She first noticed them when she was fitting you for a new outfit, and saw how hesitant you were to let her look at them. Everything she's made for you since covers them completely

She finally asks about them several months into your relationship, expecting you to either not remember or to hear a moving story of conquering some fierce enemy or fighting for a loved one

To say that she doesn't expect your answer is an understatement. It surprises her so much that her only response is "oh," in an unusually small voice, before moving on to the next topic

She's able to process it the next time she's alone, when she's struck both by her awe at your capacity to fight something so dark and by her grief that you've been doing it without her all this time

Clears her next evening to have a private dinner with you, first so she can apologize for her initial response and second so she can invite you to tell her more about it and offer her support

Likes to dress you herself so you know you're not alone or unseen

Muriel

Knew exactly what they were as soon as he saw them, which was less than half a day into your travels South with Morga

And promptly refused to talk about it because he can relate to those dark impulses more than he'd like to and because he didn't see it as being any of his business. But he does start to watch you

He watches for any sign of pain, he watches how you fix your clothes, he watches how your gaze falls on any sharp object, because even if it isn't his business he cares more than he expects

He becomes less and less discreet about how closely he's observing you until you finally notice it one evening, how the firelight falls on your scars and how his eyes fixate on them

At this point the reciprocated staring is so awkward that he'll do anything to fix the tension, so he shuffles and mumbles something along the lines of "You can talk about it if you want to. I don't mind."

So you do, and he gets hit square in the chest with how much he's come to care about you over the course of the trip

He's especially frustrated because he empathizes so deeply, and since he doesn't know how to fix himself, he's worried he'll only mess you up further

In the end, he learns to apply the kindness he feels towards you to himself as well, and sees your scars as valid as he sees his own

Portia

She's still very embarrassed (and slightly ashamed) for how things went the first time she saw them

She'd noticed something peeking out from your clothes, and how you seemed focused on covering them, and falsely assumed that it was some cool magical tattoo

Which only piqued her curiosity. This has to be juicy, and she's determined to get a closer look. Which is why, as soon as you'd become friends, she took her first chance to snatch a look

And then froze. And then dropped you, and then burst into tears. How could this happen, MC? Why would you do this to yourself? It looks like it must have hurt so much -

It's unfortunate but you're going to have to comfort her first while she works her way through the five stages of grief. She loves you, and she's heartbroken and confused about why this would happen

She needs time to process how she feels about it before she can listen to you without having a meltdown. Her normal response to self-destruction is a fist to the gut (Ilya) and that wouldn't do

Ends up following your cues when it comes to how she talks to you about it. If it's in the past, it's in the past. If it's a current struggle, then she's your partner. She'll be right next to you

She does think your fighting spirit makes you badass, though

Lucio

He's not great at noticing details unless they directly correspond to physical strengths and weaknesses. Any kind of scarring from a wound is (from his experience) a totally normal thing to see

When he starts to notice how you cover yours or get weird about them being touched, he asks about it right away

You've got such cool scars, MC, why are you hiding them? You should show them off so everyone knows how battle-tested you are! Here, he'll show his off too! *cue him stripping off his shirt*

It's a little difficult to know how best to respond to this. You're each other's life partners by now, he should probably know the truth, but you don't know how to burst his bubble

You do end up telling him later, once you're settling into your inn for the night, and watching the realization and hurt dawn across his face is anything but easy

MC, why? You deserve the best, you are the best, you're his best, you're telling him that you treated someone like yourself this poorly when you were showing him so much forgiveness?

He's not trying to guilt you at all, but it comes close to having that effect. The only thing he can think to do is hug you really really tight and hope it convinces you that you deserve better

Still refers to them as your battle scars, because to him they are

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[fallinforerling]

may i request (from the prompt phrases) 2 - 8 - 17 with erling 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

the shirt dilemma - eh

A/N: As I usually say: ERLING BRAINROT. I can’t stop writing for this man, I’m ABSOLUTELY in love with him. Thank you SO MUCH!!! for 800 followers. Feedback is always appreciated! Love you always xx

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 : ̗̀➛ requested phrases: 

2. “i'll never wear the jersey of someone who isn't my boyfriend.”

8. “why are you staring at me like that?”

17. “you have a really pretty face, have you ever heard that?”

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“I can’t believe people actually waste their time plotting about this stuff…” You murmured more to yourself than anyone else in the room, still scrolling through the infinite amount of photos that you found on Twitter. “Kinda creepy…” 

“What’s up?” Jack murmured back, kicking your leg with his foot. You raised an eyebrow in his direction. “C’mon, you just said something that implies tea. Now you have to spill it.” 

“I don’t have to do shit, Grealish.” You laughed, kicking him back. “But okay, here.” You sat on the couch. “I was on Twitter, and I found some tweets with my name on it, which is kinda weird since I’m not a public figure so… I don’t know, I was digging on my own shit until…” You turned your phone so he could see it. 

His eyebrows raised until they almost touched the base of his hair, giving you a full view of the funniest expression you’d ever seen on him since ever. 

“That’s an interesting take.” 

“¿De qué hablan?” (What are you guys talking about?”) Julián asked, entering the room with hands full of snacks. 

“Nada.” (Nothing) You really hated Julián’s impecable hearing. He was always around the corner when you were gossiping with Jack. “Más bien dame comida, que me tuviste esperando como mil años. Me muero de hambre.” (Give me some food, you’ve got me waiting for like a thousand years. I’m starving) 

“Luego no me pidas que te cuente algo, porque te vas a quedar con las ganas.” (Later, don’t ask me for any gossip, cause I won’t share any) He replied, throwing a bag of chips at you. 

“I actually love when you two speak Spanish in front of me and I understand absolutely nothing.” Jack said after you grabbed the bag, not paying attention to the dirty look Julián gave you before sitting next to him. “Makes me feel like I’m back in Spain for some vacation.” 

“I just love when she speaks Spanish.” Erling’s voice startled you. You looked up at him, who was just entering the room. You tore your eyes apart from his figure as quickly as you could, wishing that the heart eyes weren’t that noticeable for any of them. God, he was so handsome. 

“You love everything that she does.” Julián said, giggling a bit when you shot him a nasty look. That little fucker. 

“True, you’re the biggest fanboy I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jack teased, nudging Erling’s arm when he sat next to you. 

“What can I say? I’m a man with great taste.” Erling shot back, leaving you all shaky on the inside. You had to prevent your mouth from falling wide open. You could never get used to that type of compliments coming from him.

It was times like these when you wondered if Erling had any feelings for you. It would be awesome if he did. But you knew it couldn’t be possible; he was playing and teasing around. You were just friends.

“If you’re going to flirt with her, I’m leaving.” Jack said, openly enjoying how uncomfortable you were getting from all the attention. “But also? We could manage to see if we can get this little brat to come to the next game, eh?” 

“No, no! Don’t start with that. I already said no a million times before.” You were tired of it. You knew, from past experience, that you would be recognized, and those stupid gossip sites would eat you up. 

“C’mon, don’t be such a… coward.” Julián replied, always up to teasing you as well. “It’s fun, you should totally go. Emilia’s gonna be there.” 

“But…” 

“No, no, not ‘but’. You’re coming, end of discussion.” Erling cut you off, smiling widely when you looked at him. “Please?” 

Aw, man. Fuck big blonde guys with green eyes. 

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So there you were, two days later. Full of regrets and suffering, seeing how your friends (or more like enemies at this point) were smiling like little kids while you stood in the middle of the Etihad Stadium shop. Your arms were crossed, not wanting to give in two times in a row when it came to these guys’ wishes, but it was getting more and more difficult as the minutes passed and Erling’s eyes kept flashing you little looks that were keeping you on the edge. 

“Why?” You finally spoke up, giving in to the silence that had overcome the room. “I’ve already accepted to come against my will. Why do I have to wear a jersey as well?” 

“Because! Everyone that really loves the team wears a shirt!” Jack said, giving you a knowing look that screamed duh. “You’re our friend, it would be so rude if you just go there wearing…” He pointed to your baby blue shirt with a grin. “That.” 

“What’s the matter with it? It’s City’s color, isn’t it?” 

“C’mon, you’re not actually doing the most out here wearing a blue shirt, darling.” Erling’s voice had an effect on you. Dammit. “Be a good girl and wear a jersey.”

No, no, no. Don’t fall for it just because he called you a… Oh, god. God, help your daughter. 

“Fine!” As usual, you just gave in once Erling stepped in. “Pick a stupid shirt so I can get out of here.” 

You were hoping that you were being dramatic over nothing and that they’d probably pick a blank shirt with no actual handle on the back, but as Erling approached his own fucking section, you knew you were absolutely fucked. 

“No! Not your stupid ego getting the best of you, I’m not wearing a Haaland shirt!” You wanted to. But it was the worst idea in the world. “I’ll never wear the jersey of someone who isn’t my boyfriend. That’s just a horrible idea.” You didn’t know why you just said that, but it was out there before you could backtrack on your words. 

“Why not?” Jack asked, getting closer to you with that cheeky grin that you hated. “What’s wrong with wearing a friend’s jersey just for today? It isn’t good enough?” 

Oh, you knew what he wanted to say with that little tone on the word “friend”. 

“Because, my dear Jack. People love to speculate about things without actual proof. So, if they see me wearing Erling’s shirt while being here, they’ll think I’m his girlfriend, and…” 

“So what?” Erling said, already handing you a shirt. “Let people assume whatever they want to assume.” 

“Perhaps, would it be that bad if people think that you are his girlfriend?” It was the first time in twenty minutes that Julián had said a word, but when he did, he cornered you. “Just saying…”

“Yeah, would it?” Erling’s tone sounded almost evil as he slightly pressed the shirt towards you, leaving you no other option but to take it. “Just put it on.” 

“I hate you…” You whispered, still grabbing the shirt with a bit more force than necessary. 

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You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you for the entirety of the game, which was ridiculous since you were the most boring person and no one— and when you said no one, it was really no one— was giving you a second look as you sat and watched the game like everyone else did. 

The paranoia you were feeling was ridiculous. Never in a million years have you felt more targeted for wearing a fucking shirt that said Haaland on the back. You could only pray that a photo of you didn’t make it to Twitter, where a bunch of weird people were already making assumptions about the actual nature of your relationship with Erling. That’s why you were being so negative about wearing anything City or Erling related. You knew how the rumors started.

Like it would ever happen in reality. 

“Relájate, boluda. Parece que estás acá contra tu voluntad.” (Girl, relax. You look like you’re here against your will) Emilia shouted over the fans’ voices, seeming entertained by your current state. Just like her boyfriend, apparently. 

“¿Te parece?” (You think?) You couldn’t help the sarcastic tone in your voice. “Todo gracias al pendejo de tu novio.” (All thanks to your stupid boyfriend) 

“Ay, ya. No es para tanto…” (Aw, c’mon. It’s not that big of a deal…) She paused, giggling. “Estás así porque te gusta Erling, ¿no?” (You’re acting like this because you like Erling, aren’t you?) 

“¡¿Qué?!” (What?!) You shouted, feeling your face go deep red as the referee blew the final whistle, letting the entire stadium know that the game was over. 

“It’s so obvious, babe. You totally like that man.” She took your hand, not letting you overcome the fact that someone finally acknowledged your feelings for him. “Let’s go.” 

“Where?” Was all you managed to say, looking around to check if someone was paying attention to you. Again. 

“The dressing room.” 

Oh-oh. 

Your eyes darted to the pitch, where most of the players were still walking around while exchanging greetings and jerseys. You spotted Erling right away; it was very difficult not to. He towered over almost every single person that walked past him, which could be funny if it weren’t for the fact that Emilie knew about your feelings for him. Suddenly, it felt so real. It felt like everyone knew. 

“Move or I’ll have to drag you there myself.” Emilia’s tone gave the impression of being absolutely serious about the dragging part, so you started walking out of pure instinct. 

You made your way across the sea of people that were leaving or lingering around the benches. You saw how it all appeared to move a bit slower as you followed her, who still had a hold on your wrist, like she was almost preventing you from escaping. You didn’t want to see Erling right now; the way you were so worked up about Emilia’s words was stupid, but you knew yourself, and it was very possible that you were about to blow everything because of the nerves. 

“Breathe. You’re crushing my hand.” 

“Is it too obvious?” You whispered once you made it to the tunnels. 

“That you like him?” She turned to face you, smiling a bit before fixing your hair. “Not to him, I believe.” Her eyes looked behind you, a bigger smile appeared on her face. “But maybe it’s time to let you know that he likes you. Gotta go, Juli’s coming. Good luck.” She kissed your cheek briefly before walking away, leaving you nervous and shaky. 

It seemed like being nervous and shaky was the new thing for you. 

“What happened to the “no wearing a shirt that’s not my boyfriend's” rule?” You could feel Erling’s hands pinching the fabric of your new shirt before you turned around to face him. His voice was filled with that unique tone he only used when he won, or got his way around something he wanted. Today, both things happened. “Looks great on you, by the way.” 

“You made me wear it, loser.” The only way to dissimulate the silent screaming you wanted to do right now was to answer with irony.

“And it’s the best decision I’ve made so far.” He stood in front of you in all his glory, clearly enjoying how pissed you were. You couldn’t help your eyes from going to his bare chest for a whole minute, biting your lip when your eyes met his. His smirk was so big, you wanted to punch him. “About to make the second one.”

So, so handsome. And so, so cocky.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Was all you managed to say after a few seconds of pure silence, despite all the teammates roaming through the tunnel, clapping and screaming from their recent win. 

“You have a really pretty face; have you ever heard that?” He leaned in, and your heart almost escaped through your throat. You couldn’t tear your eyes apart from his. 

What if Emilia was right? Was this the right moment? He was totally flirting with you… Wasn’t he?

“I…” 

“What about this? You wait here, looking as lovely as you do right now until I shower… And then I can take you to dinner so we can celebrate the win?” He whispered the proposition like it was a promise. At this point, you couldn’t even speak. “How does that sound?” 

“Yeah, sure…” You whispered back, holding your bag so close to your chest that you could feel the handles burying themselves in your skin. 

“Perfect.” Then he kissed your cheek, and you really stopped breathing for a few milliseconds. And as you were starting to have a little panic attack, he left.

Have you just… agreed to a date with Erling Haaland? Well, fuck.

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[minniiaa]

It is currently 5am and I woke up like 20 minutes ago, let's go lol

You know why I'm here, I kinda know why I'm here but that's besides the point anyways, thought of the day: Law becomes confident in their relationship and makes it exclusively Luffy's problem. Luffy thought that Law being confident about them would mean more PDA, more getting to tell their friends about the cute/hot things Law did that week, but no, Law only now doesn't push Luffy away when he kisses his cheek in public and if he asks, a proper kiss on the lips. A win is a win to Luffy though and he knows better by now than to try tearing down Law's metaphorical privacy screen in one go.

What DOES change, however, is that Law has become… insatiable when it's just the two of them. They definitely share a living space by now if you're thinking a modern au setting, which I am so that's all you're getting, and Law is a MENACE compared to before. Sure they would cuddle and Luffy was given free rein to kiss Law when and wherever in the confines of their home, but now Law's dragging Luffy into cuddling on the couch or back into bed while mumbling about 10 more minutes. Luffy thinks Law is sick when he pouts about Luffy not getting home at the time he said he would (he was 7 minutes late). While Luffy wishes he could get Law to put up with his PDA more, he's still over the moon about Law initiating intimacy more than before, makes him feel a lot more appreciated than he expected.

Now the sex. It almost scares Luffy, which has little differences to arousal for him, when Law starts being more vocal and outgoing during sex. Usually he had to fight Law on pulling his face away from pillows or teasing himself until he used his words to tell Luffy what he wanted, now Law was openly crying out for Luffy like he's reciting gospel and at the same time begging for him defile the temple Luffy worships. A week ago Law gave Luffy the dirtiest look for smacking his ass after Law refused to say Luffy's name, only calling him Mugiwara/Straw Hat out of spite, while like an hour ago Luffy found Law fingering himself while shamelessly moaning his name loud enough to hear from the doorway.

I'll be so real right now, I knocked out halfway through that last paragraph, what you see now is heavily edited because I was on some shit while half awake typing it the first time… the last one though I kept mostly original cause wtf was I on when I wrote “Now the sex.” 😭

-💫💀💫

NO BC YOU COOKED WITH THIS ONE ANON! I totally relate to the GRIPPING 5am thoughts.

I've been dying to write a one-shot with this premise, I started down this road of brainrot when I made a post about Law becoming a puppy boyfriend after years of dating Luffy and you just took it and RAN. The neurons are firing in my brain. I live for stories about them getting into relationships but one that they're already in a relationship and something changes is so fun.

I love this. Like Luffy is so used to being the one to seek out Law for affection when they're alone and Law has always given it to him, not overly so though, he always acts a little annoyed when Luffy throws himself at him or begs for cuddles when he's busy reading but he doesn't push him away. Law's just not a glutton for physical affection like him and Luffy accepts that. Law's an amazing boyfriend and it's enough for Luffy.

However, now the roles are reserved and Luffy is CONFUSED. Like don't get it twisted he is over the moon and would spend all day cuddled up with Law on the couch if he could. It's just such a drastic change, especially in bed. Luffy loves this new Law that is showing him his face and is so vocal and needy begging him for more and more until even Luffy is tired and that's saying something, it's what he's always hoped for. I think Luffy would faint from happiness if he discovered Law fingering himself and saying his name no joke.

Luffy is thrilled, albeit a bit confused and it feels so not like his Law, the one he's grown to love more than anyone in the world. He's not perfect, but he's perfect in Luffy's eyes. He wants to know why Law is suddenly so different from his normal self. Does he think he's more attractive? He looks in the mirror to see if maybe he looks different but no, he's just the same old Luffy. Maybe he just loves him more? It's great and all but why now?

I'm torn on the reasoning behind this (you should let me know your thoughts). I like the idea that Law just woke up and decided he doesn't care anymore. He knows better than anyone that life is too short and he wants to love Luffy the way that he's been wanting too deep down but he's been held back by his own insecurities even after all this time.

Maybe he had a nightmare after years of not having them and he dreams that Luffy died and there was nothing he could do. His patients are suddenly dying more than usual and Law is terrified that he's going to lose Luffy even though it's illogical. The only thing he can think to do is give him his body and soul (he already had it, but he wants to make sure Luffy knows he has it).

Whatever it is, they both like it a lot. Luffy gets all the physical affection he's ever wanted from Law and Law gets to finally be open and honest about his adoration for Luffy. They're more in love with each other than ever and everyone can see it even if Law still hasn't let up on his PDA barriers to the point they're asking if something happened. Both Law and Luffy reply "nothing" with stupid little smiles because nothing and something happened all at the same time.

Thanks for another fun ask, I love this odd anonymous brainrot sharing thing we have developed here. <3

(ps "Now the sex." is great and I would have loved to see your 5am brain chaos but the edited version is just as amazing!)

#one piece #lawlu #lulaw #lawlu headcanon #law #luffy #anon ask #asks #minni headcanons

[foursaints]

need ur opinion on barty & pandora’s relationship bc i always saw them as really close but almost only behind closed doors or only with their friends?? barty has his whole shtick of being someone who “doesn’t care” and seems entirely indifferent to almost everyone (besides evan, reg, dorcas) and so when people see little ms sunshine pandora rosier walking next to him they’re always surprised?? well surely it must be because she’s evan’s twin right?? wrong!! barty always somehow gets roped into pandora’s mini quests!! he walks around the school with wet pants for the whole day because pandora insisted she needed help finding specific kinds of rocks in the lake that morning!! barty’s not a particularly sentimental guy, but you’re crazy if you think he ever threw out any of the random things pandora’s given him over the years… (truthfully he wanted to throw away the purple sparkly button she had found and given to him when they were 12, but he felt such an awful sense of guilt that he dug back through the trash, found it and has kept a shoebox underneath his bed of what she’s given him ever since.) i think pandora also never gave him the whole “if you hurt my brother i’ll kill you” talk because she just knew they were made for eachother in some weird way, but barty definitely gives anyone pandora’s dating that talk (maybe accompanied by a silent, but dead eyed regulus/evan/dorcas?) barty & pandora both fall asleep on the other one and she keeps his favorite snacks in her bag because he gets “hangry” she claims. he knows how she takes her tea and if he doesn’t have time in the morning there’s his favorite coffee ready to drink!! in a weird way i think barty almost values her everlasting kindness/naivety?something he feels he lost too young? almost mirror each other in the sense that they both value their individuality so deeply, but have also been isolated a lot throughout their lives and have had very few people to truly trust, yet turned out so so so differently? barty being more closed off, pandora being more open, etc. etc. they both share a protectiveness over all their friends, but their rage is entirely different, barty’s more loud and pandora’s more quiet. someone says something bad about pandora and barty’s beating them up, but if someone says something bad about barty pandora is absolutely dosing their morning juice with a potion that’ll make their skin turn purple for a month. idk!!! i feel like you could probably explain this better xx i have to thank you for the rosekiller, bcj, lily evans brainrot!!!

this is honestly such a perfect ask i dont want to tarnish it in any way... thank you for your words anon you're a preeminent understander and ill be thinking about them forever now

#a #fave #<- HONESTLY #THE LITTLE NUANCES AND DETAILS... the buttons the shovel talk the unlikely similarities.. OHHHH #@anon ik you asked for my thoughts but i just want to file this precious letter away as it..... however if u want to return to the inbox #and say some shit like “Ooogh barty pandora friendship” I can write you up a long thing sjfskjfh #I have the best anons on this website you guys are gifted fr. prophets and poets #LIKE IM JUST SITTING HERE READING THIS. THIS IS A ONESHOT TO ME

[areislol]

neteyam, lo'ak x fem. na’vi! reader

ft— neteyam, lo'ak warnings— friends but crushing, sfw, tail stuff, FLUFF, light scolding a/n— i literally love neteyam + lo’ak so much :( our boys deserve so much better. major brainrot for them, this was just to fuel my needs for them/yours as well. please send in some more requests (°◡°♡) rec song: silver soul instrumental + nobody’s business synopsis— he always seems to get into fights, which means you having to patch them up + a bonus: hcs of how they give you affection, their little and subtle ways of loving you (while still crushing)

neteyam x fem. na’vi! reader

“Why do you always end up in fights neteyam, skxawng!” you scolded while spreading an ointment on his split lip, your brows furrowed in concentration before angrily pressing down on his split lip to which he scrunched up his face and hissed, “ow! ow! that hurts!” You withdraw your hands, stopping the application after he hissed, you looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic and sorry look, “sorry teyam.. i’m just..” you sigh your expression becoming glum, your head now downcast. “I’m just worried for you, you know?”, upon hearing your words his gaze softens, he feels his cheeks warming as he breaks into an ear to ear smile. “And im sick of always seeing you in my room!” you exclaim—this time looking up at him with a stern look. Neteyam rolls his eyes playfully as you start to focus on his sides. It was silent as you worked on his sides as he had been scratched several times, only the occasional hisses and children running around where you two were was heard. While you worked, he was admiring you. Watching you as you applied some ointment to his scratches then following with a leaf over it, how your brows furrowed whenever you had to wipe off the excess product around the scratches, if you did—it would sting, badly. He found it adorable how you stuck out a part of your tongue as you pressed down on the leaf on his stomach, you always did that when you were concentrating. The more he observed your face the more his cheeks began to grow warm as he continued to study your face, and so did yours. You could feel him staring at you, intensely, to the point where your knees felt like jelly and you were sure you were going to fall any second. Clearing your throat you stood up, neteyam lifted his head up as his eyes were locked on you, ‘i am done now, you may leave.” you state, walking away to place the remaining leaves and ointment away, your back faced neteyam as you waited for him to leave, but you never heard the familiar footsteps leaving.  After putting everything away you turn back and expect him to be gone but to your surprise you see him there, but not where he was before—he was much closer to you now, you observed his face and his body, trying to see if there was any wounds that you had somehow missed but to no avail. You cock your head to the side, neteyam locks eye contact with you, “what are you still doing here? shoo!” you whisper-yell, waving your hand in hopes of making him leave but of course, he doesn’t. When neteyam doesn’t leave like you’d hope he would, you speak up again, “neteyam you should leave, it’s almost time for dinner..” your gave wavers to the ocean where you see the horizon, the warm, orange tinge in the sky, you look back at neteyam who’s staring right back at you. ”Neteyam? i said it’s almost time for dinner, you should go.” you inch closer to him and sigh, “i don’t want to go out, not yet anyway” neteyam mumbles before averting eye contact with you. You purse your lips raise your brow, a hopeless sigh escapes your mouth. “I will go now then, leave for dinner though.” you mutter, walking past neteyam; you were only a few steps away from him when he stopped you by holding your arm. ”Wait! don’t go, please?” he muttered, his eyes boring into yours which made your cheeks warm. “Why don’t we go out together then?” you offered, nodding our head to the outside. Neteyam shook his head before letting go of your arm, as soon as he did you wanted to grab his hand and place it on your arm again but you couldn’t. Something was stopping you. You turn around to face him fully, your gaze never wandering off of him, “why don’t you want to go out? we could do so many things..” you say, stepping closer to him. He shakes his head again, “i want to stay with you”, as soon as he spoke you eyes widen, the room was suddenly hot, was it always so hot? Before you knew it you were standing right in front of him, his tail brushing up against your leg which prompts you to look down at it before looking back up, you feel your cheeks warming but before you could say or do anything neteyam beats you to it, “I uhm, wanted to stay with you for a little longer” Your gaze softens upon hearing his words, you motion for neteyam to sit down, and he does so, with you following closely after him. You both sit in silence, you fidgeting with your fingers while neteyam looked outside, the orange and yellow rays in the sky shined on his skin. ”Neteyam?” you asked in a hushed tone, neteyam turned his head around to look at you, he hummed which made you continue your question, “...promise me something?” neteyam is quick to straighten his back and gave you a nod—”try to stay out of trouble okay? you and your brother.” His heart pounded harshly against his chest, your pleading eyes made him want to burst. He knew he couldn’t keep his promise, he really did want to promise you, but he and his brother get involved in too many fights, probably three or more times a week. Which means that he’s with you more than he should be. You too knew that he could not promise you this but still, worth a shot. “I can’t promise you that.. but i can promise i won’t get hit a lot?” he stated, smiling at you sheepishly, “...okay..” you sigh, looking out towards the horizon. A smile creeps its way onto your face—”how about we walk together, along the shore?”, he looks unsure, his gave wandering to where you looked, the shore. ”It’s beautiful outside at this time of hour,” you whispered before turning your head, looking at neteyam, “please?”, with your plead he wastes no time and nods, getting up with you following his action. You trailed behind him as you two walk to the shore, his hands finding its way to yours before intertwining with yours—you were left speechless with your heart racing. As you and neteyam stroll along the shore, you swing both of your arms while admiring the scenery. bonus !

since you two aren’t actually dating (yet) he can’t really show you affection that he really wants to give to you.

he’d start of with little things, braiding your hair whenever you were tired to do so, swimming slowly so you weren’t left alone when ao’nung and tsireya swam too fast.

helping you with whatever you need, defending you against ao’nung and his gang and maybe even getting into a fight which leads him hissing and scrunching up his face when you apply pressure to his wounds.

he remembers the little things you tell him!!

gives you little massages on your shoulders or where ever it hurts.

gifts you necklaces and anklets he made just for you <3 if you two were back at the forest he would make them out of bones, vines and bark, but at the reef he collects the prettiest shells and gives them to you OR makes a necklace out of them.

neytiri definitely catches her son making a shell necklace for you and giggles, idk why she giggles and wiggles (if u get that ref. mwa) but she does.

tells jake about what she saw and they might even tease him about it

reassures you/comforts you when he sees you’re feeling down or looking glum!!

tells you horrible jokes that never fail to make you laugh.

or does something stupid to make you laugh/tells you stories about him and his brother lo’ak, getting into fights.

if he’s feeling playful he’ll grab onto your tail (doesn’t yank it though) which you always turn around to and jump onto him OR, you chasing him which eventually turns into you running away from him

little moments like these with you makes him feel like him, like a child, not some mighty warrior or a big brother, just, neteyam.

ugh you two just date already!!

lo’ak x fem. na’vi! reader

Applying pressure to his bruise makes lo’ak hiss to which you sigh heavily at, “must you always get in trouble?” you sigh while smearing ointment on his cuts and scratches, he only rolls his eyes in response to which you shake your head at. You tend his wounds in silence with only lo’ak hissing and ‘ow’ing, and you tsking whenever he moved being heard. “He was picking on kiri, calling her a freak.. so i hit him once.” he explained, you stop what you’re doing and look up at lo’ak with a sympathetic look. “Well i guess you’re justified..” you murmur before resuming your tending, but not before giving him a look. “Okay.. maybe not one hit, or two, or three, or-” lo’ak rambled on before silencing from your words, “fnu!” and with that you continue your work in silence, just how you like it. Once you were done you sighed and got up—walking away to place your equipment away, while you were putting everything away lo’ak was examining your work, the ointment still visible on scratches, some leaves and thin bark on his cuts. He hummed while turning his arm over, “i’m feeling better already, you’re a great healer.” You smiled at his comment but don’t show it. “Thank you lo’ak..” you reply, “no problem” he smiled before getting up, you heard his movements and whipper your head around, “sit back down! you have not fully recovered yet!” you shout with a glare. Lo’ak notices how you’re eyeing him down so he reluctantly sits back down with a grumble. You turn back around once lo’ak sits back down and finish putting everything away, you stood up and walked over to lo’ak, placing your hand on his shoulder, “you’re feeling better though, right?” you sigh. “Yeah i am” he nods while giving you a big smile with you mirroring his smile as well. Patting his shoulder you speak up again “well... i’m going to go now, if you need anything just call for me.”, you take your hand off his shoulder and give him a small smile before walking out of the marui. Lo’ak watches as you leave, he watches his little sister, tuk, run up towards you and holds your hand, pulling you over to the water where his other siblings were, and after that you were out of his view. Sighing he looks down at his hands, he fiddles with his fingers and lets out a heavy sigh. I’m so bored. he though before looking out of the marui, he sees many people riding their Ilu’s and diving in the ocean. ”If you need anything just call me.” was all lo’ak could think of, he longed for you and so, he did just that, he called for you. Lo’ak walked out of the marui and scanned the area in hopes of seeing you but unfortunately, he didn’t. He spent the next few minutes walking around trying to spot you or his siblings, ignoring the looks and glares that he was getting. Just when he was about to lose hope he heard tuk yell out kiri’s name, “kiri! come back! ugh you’re too fast!”, he wasted no time and ran to the direction of where he heard his younger sibling and there you were, water glistening on your skin as the sun shined on it, the water hugging your body, you looked absolutely ethereal, mesmerizing. ”Y/n!” he shouted, waving his hand around to catch your attention, and it works. You whip your head around and see lo’ak smiling like a fool, waving his arm around. A smile makes it way to your face as you look around to get their approval to go and they all nod. Running towards lo’ak, he stood still with just a bright smile on his face. Once you reach him you’re immediately concerned, why was he out here? was he hurt, again? you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, “are you okay?” you question, touching his arm and turning it around to see if the wounds reopened and others. ”Nah i’m okay, i just wanted to... uhm, i was all alone and i need someone to talk to me” he murmured, his eyes averting from yours which was unusual. You purse your lips and turn to look at your friends, tuk was chasing kiri around while kiri just laughed. Turning back around you stare at him, he’s not sure if you’re doing this to see if he was playing a trick on you or trying to see if he was okay but all he knew was that he enjoyed it, he enjoyed your attention. ”Well i suppose i can go without them for a while, what is it that you need?”, he wastes no time and drags you somewhere else with kiri yelling out “where are you two going?!” in the background, you could only turn your head around and give her a sheepish smile. He stops in front of the marui before inserting two fingers in his mouth, a whistles came out. Suddenly his Ilu swam over and popped its head out of the water, your eyes widened as he walked closer to it, almost connecting his tendrils with his Ilu but you stopped him just in time. “Wait! don’t- you still need to rest.” Your hands rest on his arm and moves them down, “you are still recovering. Are you dumb?” you scoff, lo’ak huffs in response, “uhm- no, actually i’m not.” you roll your eyes and gesture to him to send his Ilu away and he does so. ”Well what can i do now? there’s nothing fun.” he whines, waving his hand around as you stood there, watching him be like a baby. After many minutes of him whining you grab onto his arm and drag him to somewhere else, lo’ak is stunned by your actions and stumbles. ”Wha-” “shore.” he’s cut off by your word and lets you drag him to the shore, the cold water hitting his feet which causes him to shiver ever so lightly, he would never get rid of that feeling. Once both of your feet’s are submerged in the water you begin to walk alone the shore, letting go of his arm in the process, and when you do, lo’ak almost grabs it in response but stops himself midway. He catches up to you and starts to walk beside you, trying to match your walking pattern. “Any.. stories?” you ask, your gaze never leaving the water that surrounded you, lo’ak looks up, trying to think of a story that happened to him recently and he does remember one, he always had a story. ”There is one.. about how tuk got stuck in a vine and she kept on crying and beggin-” he rambles before stopping abruptly from a slap on his arm “ak! another story, poor girl.” you mumble, this time looking at lo’ak before looking back at the sand and water. Lo’ak grumbles and ponders again, what is a good story to tell you? oh! that’s right, that one time spider stepped on kiri’s tail and how that started a whole fight. ”Okay! good story this time, so basically...” he starts, your gaze now wavered from the water to the boy beside you who went on and on about his story with you asking him questions whenever he stopped talking out of nowhere. At the end of all the walking and talking lo’ak holds onto your arm, prompting you to look down at his hands wrapped around your arm before looking back up, you quirk your brow which only makes lo’ak grin, “thanks for putting up with me.”

bonus !

oml he’s so mad that he can’t kiss you. literally.

before you two started to date he just wanted to grab ahold of your face and smooch you all over until you’re laughing and pushing his face away but he just CAN’T.

first of all, you two are just “friends” and nothing more!! what!! bs!!

but like everybody knows that you two got something going on so..

so while suppressing his urges his does little things <3

giving you gifts such as: shells, a fish that he caught, those glowing fishes (that are in his palms and are splashing around, almost dying.) and so on so on.

when he finally builds up the courage to FINALLY ask kiri or his mother neytiri on how to make a necklace they’re all teasing him. relentlessly.

“oooh is this for y/n? yea she’s not going to accept it, just kidding bro”

“oh my son is finally courting his love!” and etc.

he is SO bad at crafting, but with the help of his mother and sister (not really) it actually comes out great!!

is so happy when you accept and wear it ^^

always has an arm around you, especially around ao’nung and his friends like, SHOO.

always stays right behind or next to you when swimming

HES SO CLINGY and he has no shame, buuut with all the teasing he’s getting from his mother and sisters.. he only does it when they’re not there and are away.

note: if you would like to be added to the avatar taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy

taglist: @tomansimp, @howlandhaku, @luciphyls, @vizkiz869, @aonungobsession, @pandorainmymind​, i think i forgot to tag someone but i can’t find their message so im so so sorry if i didn’t tag you!!

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!

another note: not me procrastinating for like... days.. anyways here this is! alsoo im starting a series with neteyam so if you’d like to be in the taglist just send an ask or comment ^^ ALSO NOT PROOF READ SO IF U SEE ANY MISTAKES.. NO U DON’T.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

#avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction

[crittrzz]

my Katsuki Bakugo headcanons

currently experiencing Katsuki Brainrot and need to get some of these out of my system.

(also i haven't actually watched the show in years cause i'm a fake fan so i'm hoping nothing in the newer seasons contradicts any of this)

Ft. a few guest appearances from Kirishima

He started his transition the year before middle school. He BEGGED his parents to let him go to a new middle school where nobody knew him, and after months and months of pestering, they finally gave in. Izuku, not knowing how to be anything without his one-sided best friend, followed him to the new school.

He has severe PTSD due to the sludge villain, sports festival, and especially getting kidnapped by the League. Becaus of this, he can't handle anything covering his face and neck, and he's become even more on-edge when fighting someone he doesn't know.

He gets a very light layer of freckles over his face and shoulders every summer and he hates it. At first he tried covering it up with concealer, but it ended up being way too much work, and he usually sweat it off after an hour of training anyways

He found two stray cats outside his house one day and decided to give them the last few bites of his lunch just to get them off his ass. It worked, and he didn't see them again, at least until a few days later when they came back with kittens. He gave them the last few bites of his lunch again, and they both went their seperate ways. Eventually it became a daily routine for them, and Katsuki actually got very attached to the cats.

When he moved into the dorms he made his dad promise to keep feeding them, and his dad still regularly sends him pictures of the cats.

When he reached the point in his transition where he was starting to finally pass, he asked his mom to please take down all his old pictures on her social medias. She adamantly refused, claiming they were still good memories, so he stole her phone and deleted them himself. He was grounded for a month after that, but they never got re-uploaded.

He loves being outside. Before the dorms, he spent more time out hiking or at the park than he did at home. He planned on continuing this when he moved into the dorms, but when everyone else found out what he was doing they insisted on coming with, so he stopped.

For his 6th birthday "Auntie" Inko took him and Izuku to a planetarium. Katsuki thought the whole thing was a little dumb, but when Inko said he could pick something from the gift shop, he was instantly drawn to a pack of glow stars. He and his dad put them on his ceiling as soon as he got home, and they stayed there until he moved into the dorms.

After a couple weeks away from home he realized he had a really difficult time sleeping without him, so Kirishima bought him a new pack for his dorm ceiling. Katsuki acted mad and accused Kirishima of calling him childish, but the stars were on his ceiling within an hour.

He absolutely hates being restrained, but he loves being held. Whenever he and Kiri cuddle, he has to slowly work his arms around Katsuki's body, being super careful about not holding him too tight, or putting too much pressure. Katsuki feels bad about it, but Eijiro will do whatever he has to in order to be with him.

The only people at UA who know Katsuki is trans are Izuku, Eijiro, and certain staff members. Izuku keeps trying to convince him to tell the others, at least his close-ish friends, but he refuses.

and finally

He was Springtrap from Five Nights at Freddy's for halloween one year, and will fucking kill anyone who mentions it now.

Izuku sent Eijiro a picture. It's now his contact image for Katsuki

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #trans bakugo goes brrrr #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #headcanon #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

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Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

#vaas montenegro x reader #vaas montenegro x fem!reader #alessiathepirate #far cry 6 #far cry 3 #far cry x reader

[versadies]

Omg I love you and your househusband au!! 🖤🖤 My brain gave me the idea of the househusbands when their s/o has a day off.

What do you think they’ll do? Would they also take a day off to spend time with their s/o? Would they insist their s/o to stay in bed all day? I think Zhongli would try to spoil his s/o so they can have a rest day.

I just wanna help my one and oni husband out on the farm with his animals. Please I love Itto so much 😭😭

spending day-offs with them! (the way of the househusband au)

SALUTATIONS. SPENDING DAY-OFFS WITH THEM! (twothhau)

ADDRESSED. arataki itto, xiao, zhongli, kamisato ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya, thoma, and scaramouche (x gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, i believe in xiao liking drama and comedy supremacy, wholesome stuff, you take a bath with zhongli but there's nothing naughty ab it, mentions of yakuza, mentions of crime life, not proofread properly, no tw as far as ik of!

STAMP. after spending so much time working, you decided it’s best to take a break and have a day off much to your husband’s delight! how would you two spend this precious day together?

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POST-SCRIPT. sorry for how long this took !! thanks for sharing this lovely brainrot, writing this fr made my cheeks hurt from grinning sm

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STAYING AT HOME WITH THEM – arataki itto, xiao, and zhongli

When you announced your day off to Itto and that you're willing to help ITTO out on the farm, your husband was ecstatic! It’s been so long since you’ve spent your entire day with him, and although he insisted on spending a day with you on “the coolest date you’ll ever see provided by yours truly”, you preferred staying at home. And who is he to deny his sunshine’s wishes? Plus, he’s super sure his farm friends would be happy to see you!

It’s fine if you’re not exactly as skilled as Itto is in taking care of the farm and the animals, he gets it! He knows what it was like being a beginner – he was one back then when the two of you moved in after his retirement, so he’ll be there with you in every step of the way and make sure you don’t mess up as you feared you’d do. 

Watching your husband talking to the animals is endearing, you admit. It puts a smile on your face as Itto talks to Ushi and the others about how his “awesome spouse in the entire world will be taking care of them all with him for the day”, as said animals let out a noise in response. 

With your husband, doing all the tasks was a breeze and fun! There was not one moment where you found yourself not laughing and enjoying your time with Itto. It was all you need to get away from your busy workload, a day with your number one husband who always makes you the happiest you can be. 

By the time you both finish, the two of you then eat your husband’s best homemade ramen (it’s a miracle that you haven’t gotten tired of eating ramen) and spend the rest of the day relaxing with movies, board games, and of course, each other’s presence. There’s nothing more that makes Itto happy than to know that you enjoyed your day with him. 

XIAO is delighted when you told him you’re taking a day off and is willing to do whatever you want together for the day – only to be lowkey surprised when you suggested to just stay at home instead. Hence how the both of you spent the entire day in your peaceful home happily together. 

You felt happy waking up for the first time without your repeated alarms, with Xiao waking up at the same time as well. The both of you decided to cook lunch together to start the day, specifically you and Xiao’s favorite food, talking about whatever goes on in your head with your husband listening intently with a few hums and short responses. 

Once you two finished eating, you decided to go to the living room and go through the shelves that contained countless movies you and Xiao bought back then until you found a certain movie that you remembered was the first movie you watched together with him. You could recall the time when you felt nervous and didn’t know what he liked watching, so you thought horror movies were his go-to, but turns out, he actually preferred comedies and drama more and was only watching the movie because you chose it for him. 

When you told Xiao about it, he only said, “If you want to watch it… then I don’t mind.” with a small smile on his face, which caused you to rejoiced happily and tried to play the movie on your TV while waiting for your husband to come to the living room with snacks and drinks. 

You felt like your reliving through your first hangout with Xiao, your cheeks started to hurt from smiling at the thought of your first hangout, unknowingly aware that your husband’s staring at you with a fond look on his face (something that he did as well back then, hence why he didn’t remember what movie you were talking about). 

As soon as the movie ends, you then try to find other movies that fit Xiao’s liking with him helping you out, wanting to create new memories with new movies with your dearest husband, who doesn’t seem to mind as long as it makes you just as happy as you are now. 

By the end of the day, after spending the whole day watching together, Xiao carries you towards your bedroom after you fall asleep on his shoulder in the middle of the movie. Your weight didn’t matter to him, all he could focus on was taking you somewhere where you can sleep more comfortably than the couch and his shoulder. When you’re carefully placed on the bed, he tucks you in and kisses your forehead, letting out a soft “Goodnight.” before walking away to get ready for bed. 

Since then, he started looking for a few movies that are to your liking in a nearby shop to put on your shelves without you noticing, hoping you’ll get another day off soon.

ZHONGLI is your go-to househusband if you need some relaxation in the house. The both of you spend the entire day doing some self-care activities, starting with Zhongli massaging you and later on you doing the same to him afterwards. Although Zhongli did not have any problems massaging you since he does it daily, you on the other hand couldn’t help but gawk at his muscular form and body that could be compared to a rock, much to his amusement.

Next, the both of you tried out facial care masks that you stored with cucumbers on your eyes as you relaxed in the lounge room with your choice of music playing in the background. If anything, Zhongli is completely alright with any music, if you enjoy it then he enjoys it too! Though, you burst out in laughter when you removed your cucumbers and saw your husband with the facial mask and cucumbers on his eyes as he peacefully rested on the sofa with a towel on his head, he’s definitely into it that’s for sure.

Afterwards, the two of you decided to cook dinner together, specifically Liyue dishes. However, thanks to your distraction from your favorite songs playing in the background, you found yourself dancing with your husband happily in the kitchen, with him holding you and making sure you don’t trip and get hurt. Honestly, the small moment puts smiles on your faces from remembering your first dance in your wedding. Dinner was later on spent with laughter and happiness.

The both of you then proceed to take a nice bath together (something that made your cheeks furiously warm despite taking a bath with your husband a few times). You offered to wash Zhongli’s hair, something he didn’t mind and let you do what you want. Besides, the way your fingers massages and runs through his scalp is so relaxing, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have such an intimate moment with his dear spouse! In return, he offered to wash your back as he tells you tales. You could just stay like this forever, talking to your husband as if you have all the time in the forever as you both relax in the water with candles around you as well as the scent of lavender roams through the bathroom. 

But alas, the relaxing bath is over. When you finished, the both of you dried up, dressed up into your outfit for sleeping, brushed your teeth, and went to bed together. 

You can’t help but sigh happily as you cuddle with him, thanking your husband softly for providing you a relaxing day as your day off. He could only respond with “Anything for you, my love.” and gives you a loving kiss, to which you return. It saddens you that this day is over, but you couldn’t be any more happier knowing that you’ll spend your future with a man like Zhongli this way. 

GOING OUT ON DATES, TRIPS, ETC. – ayato, childe, diluc, and kaeya

AYATO didn’t hesitate to pull out his black credit card when you told him you’ll have a day off. Go to a super fancy hotel and spend the night there with him? No problem. Go on a date by visiting the finest restaurant in town? Sure, he’ll straight away get the reservations! Travel to a place and tour around together? Better start packing then! Everywhere you want, he’ll go. 

When you decided to choose to go on a fun date with him and make it a surprise, he thought it would involve a candle-lit dinner under the night sky – so consider him a little bit surprised when you took him to the amusement park (he’s lowkey relieved he didn’t decide to wear a formal outfit). The last time the both of you went to an amusement park was perhaps years ago when he bought an entire amusement park so you didn’t have to go through the hassled waiting lines, only to feel embarrassed when you pointed out that VIP tickets exist for a reason. 

Besides the crowd being here, another major difference about this date with the one before is the fact that there’s no bodyguards around you nor Ayato, something that made him can’t help but feel unsafe. What if someone from the yakuza decides to ambush? How many exits are there in this park? Why does it feel like the two of you are being wat–

His thoughts were suddenly cut off from the feeling of your warm hand wrapping around his own as you point out a haunted mansion nearby with a huge smile on your face, unaware of his flooded thoughts that bothered him for a moment.  

Ah… That’s right… He’s retired already. No one can find him here, not in a small town like this. 

Pushing his thoughts away, Ayato proceeded to spend the rest of the day having fun with you, and slowly but surely, his worries and paranoia slowly passed. His paranoid thoughts were soon replaced by how happy you looked when he won the first prize from a stall. It didn’t matter to him what the first prize is, because in his heart, your smile is his first prize. 

By the time you came back home, Thoma and Ayaka didn’t bother pointing out the huge smile on the man’s face that didn’t go away for the rest of the day.

CHILDE is another story. He was very excited when you suggested spending your day off visiting his family after not seeing them for quite a while, and didn’t hesitate to start packing. He could imagine the pleasant surprised looks on their faces when they saw him and you visiting. 

When the two of you arrived, the entire family was delighted to see your familiar faces. Teucer was particularly the most ecstatic, tackling you and Childe into a hug as he rants about how he misses you both so much. 

After your greetings with one another, you’re instantly taken inside and spend lunch with the family, with Childe’s siblings being eager to know about the stories you and Childe have in mind, to which you obliged happily much to their delight. You spent a long time talking with Childe’s family, especially when it comes to your husband’s embarrassing moments, something that made him feel embarrassed as his family laughed. 

While the ginger-haired man was busy giving his siblings all the gifts the both of you bought, you were busy helping Childe’s parents cleaning everything up as they talked to you about whether or not he’s been treating you well, to which you responded happily that he’s been nothing but the best husband.

All in all, you found yourself enjoying spending time with your in-law family, be it playing games with the children, having a few drinks with Childe’s parents and him, and cooking dinner with them. Your husband was more than happy to see you getting along so well with the people he cared for, he could just cry despite knowing that you and his family have already known each other. 

Unnoticed by him, you actually proposed visiting his family because you knew your husband had been missing them so much, sometimes catching him staring at a photo of his family with a longing look on his face. And what better to do than take him to his family? He deserves it for sacrificing his love for battles and quitting the yakuza crime life just for you! 

It was heartbreaking to leave so soon, but you quickly promised that you and Childe will visit everyone again much to their delight, and so the two of you went off back to your home with smiles on your faces. It was only by the time the both of you went to bed when he thanked you and gave you plenty of kisses, feeling grateful to have an amazing spouse like you, only for you to return the favor by giving him kisses much to his delight. 

DILUC is happy when he hears that you’ll have a day off, only to feel shocked when you said you’re willing to go to baking classes with him. You? Baking? WIth him? Someone pinch him! His frozen stance could make you laugh all day every time you remember it. Of course, he reluctantly accepted your suggestion, and don’t get him wrong! He’s only reluctant because he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

So imagine everyone’s surprise in class when the usual aloof Diluc Ragnvindr walked in with a small smile as a stranger beside him chats with him about how they’re so looking forward to bake with him – it didn’t take long for them to realize you’re the infamous spouse that made the stoic man come to this class in the first place. They admit, you two look absolutely cute together.

People cooed at the sight of Diluc being such a sweet man towards you, anyone can see how in love that man is towards you, who’s completely focused on making a baked sweet. It even shocked the instructor to see him being absolutely awestruck at you, is this even the same man everyone knows and is lowkey a bit scared of? 

With your help, Diluc manages to make a decent baked sweet like always. He admits, it was a lot more enjoyable to have you around baking classes with him. He could care less that others are shocked about his entire new attitude towards you, not when he was too focused watching you being so dedicated in acing this class with him. Once class ended, the both of you ate the baked sweets you made as you walked back home together hand-in-hand with smiles on your faces. It made your husband more than happy when you confessed that you like to go to class with him next time when you can, something that he’s now looking forward to.

When you told KAEYA that you like to spend your day by going on a date with him, he didn’t hesitate to call the finest restaurant for reservations. He’s quite determined to make sure you’ll experience one great of a date to remember. After all, someone like his dearest spouse deserves the best of the best – when in reality he’s just looking for a reason to drink the finest wine /j

Of course, he makes sure you get pampered well before the date, and that includes visiting the spa! The both of you would get yourselves treated and talk about the date as if you two are going on different dates – it was quite endearing to see Kaeya acting like he’s your best friend supporting you on your first date.

He even got you an amazing outfit that he bought a week ago for this certain occasion, something that made you shocked when you saw it on your bed when you two came home. By the time you finished getting ready for your date, you came down and saw your husband standing by the front door wearing a neat suit, and he could only stare in awe at the sight of you much to your embarrassment. You better expect him to spill loads of compliments on the way there, but do know he means it when he said you look absolutely breathtaking!

When you two arrived, he was nothing but a gentleman to you by opening doors for you, pulling the chair for you to sit on, you name it. The two of you proceeded to order your food and chat with one another about your work, Kaeya’s chores and his errands, and so on. It really does feel like you’re on your first date with him, and you two talked for hours and hours until you two finally considered calling it a day. Time really does fly fast…

On your way home, the both of you acted as if it was your first date with one another, with a few teasings here and there. You’re not sure if it’s because the both of you are equally drunk (not drunk enough that makes you both tipsy) from drinking wine, but it was pretty funny when you think about it. Especially when you and Kaeya pretend you arrived at your home and he has to leave to go back to “his home” as well, only for him to enter your home minutes later with a comment,“I deserve an Oscar for that, don’t you think?”

ANYTHING, ANYWHERE – scaramouche, thoma

SCARAMOUCHE wanted to thank whoever brought him this opportunity to spend his dearest spouse the whole day. It doesn’t matter whatever he’s gonna do, as long as he’s with you he’s fine with it! Though, do expect him to spill out some whining and complaints here and there, something you’ve long tolerated after being with him for so long.

The first thing that comes to mind is shopping! You realized how long it’s been since you and your dearest husband have shopped together so you decided it’s great to spend your day off on that + a nice date in a restaurant that’s recently been opened.

I like to see Scaramouche as someone who cares about what he looks, so he has quite a taste in clothes! You can trust him on checking which clothes suit you better and help you pick them much to the employees’ surprises. The two of you don’t even need the employees’ help, not when Scaramouche acts as if he owns the place and just knows the right outfit to look for.

It’s not hard for him to find clothes that he knows suits him, so it’s mostly you who’s taking a long time – something he doesn’t mind at all, save for some complaints and whines though. When you try out your clothes, he’ll give you some backhanded compliments, something that made you smack his head. However, he does take his job as your judge seriously and lets you know if the outfit is worth buying for. By the time you two finished buying enough clothes, it was time to finally go visit the restaurant that’s nearby.

It’s quite endearing for others when you two are seen chatting with one another as you carry your bought items together, and those close with him know that his smile is genuine, just like his feelings for you!

The best part about the restaurant that made loads of people visit there is their ceiling that shows the beautiful stars of the night sky, and your husband made sure that you two got the best spot of them all. Unnoticed by you, he actually researched some things about the restaurant and even visited blogs that give reviews about each dish the restaurant provides just so you can enjoy your date, however, consider himself surprised when you recommended him a few dishes, as if you’ve been to this restaurant already.

What he didn’t anticipate about all his preparations is the fact that you have been here already. Of course, you must’ve been taken here by your coworkers! How foolish can he be?

He stays awfully silent, stunned by this turn of events much to your confusion. You gained the courage to ask what’s wrong when your meals arrived, and he embarrassingly answered quietly about how you’ve been here before.

What’s even more embarrassing is that he got it all wrong.

Turns out, you too had also researched about the restaurant and visited a few blogs, wanting to make sure Scaramouche had a good time as well with your cute date. And boy imagine your confusion when your husband suddenly started cackling at your explanation. By the time he explained it to you, you also laughed along with him. Who knew the both of you thought of the same thing?

Overall, your day off was quite an experience. The both of you spent the rest of the time admiring the stars outside as Scaramouche tells you each constellation he sees. Now that you think about it, how long has it been since the two of you have stargazed together? You’ll certainly have to plan that one when you have your next day-off soon.

It was only a matter of time before the bill arrived, and hence began the battle of who pays. Everyone should start hoping one of you suggests playing rock-paper-scissors to solve it before things get out of hand (literally).

If anything, THOMA wanted you to spend your day relaxing since he knows how tiring work can be, but you told him you want nothing more than to spend your entire day with your loving husband doing anything, so he gave in and let you do whatever you want – it’s your day, after all! 

The two of you decided to go outside with Taroumaru, who’s ecstatic to finally go out with his two favorite people, and visit the dog park that’s near your block. It was cute watching your dog getting along with the other dogs in the park, but not as cute as your husband getting along with all of them!!! It warms your heart seeing him petting all of them with that cute smile of his! Though, you can’t help but feel like Taroumaru and the other dogs have some sort of secret meeting from how they’re all just gathered around doing only Celestia knows what instead of running around together..

When you three went out of the park, you then decided to take leisure strolls and find a good restaurant that’s pet friendly to eat lunch, chatting with Thoma along the way about how you’re craving for certain foods. Given how most places in this town are pet-friendly, it didn’t take long for you and Thoma to encounter a restaurant and stay there. 

Thoma couldn’t help but admire how the sunlight shines on you as you busy yourself eating your meal happily while ranting about random topics. When you look at him and catch him staring at you, he instantly clears his throat with flushed cheeks, embarrassed that you caught him. You could only laugh at his flusteredness and continued talking, and if that wasn’t enough to make him more bashful, then it’s the way you try to spoon feed him that did the trick – now look at what you did, his face is now as red as Diluc’s hair!

By the time you guys went back to your humble home, you two then proceeded to play a few games here and there, one of them being a hot pot game which led Thoma to be stuck in the bathroom for a while much to your amusement. You may not know it, but he purposefully makes a few mistakes to make sure you win, he’ll do anything to see you cheer happily for your victory! 

Overall, the house was filled with laughter, challenging remarks, and a few determined quotes here and there ( of course, you’d take breaks to eat and relax). You admit, you missed spending a lot of time with your husband, who you know misses this as well, so you don’t regret considering this day-off. 

When you two called it a day, the both of you packed everything up and cleaned despite Thoma’s protests that you should get ready for bed while he does the cleaning. When you two finished, you two retreated to your bedroom hand-in-hand with Taroumaru following and got ready to sleep. The both of you honestly couldn’t find yourselves sleeping, not when you two were talking about your day happily as you look forward to spending another day-off like this.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #diluc x reader #diluc x gn reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x gn reader #childe x reader #childe x gn reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn!reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gn reader #thoma x reader #thoma x gn reader #xiao x reader #xiao x gn reader #itto x reader #itto x gn reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin househusband au

[lovelybrooke]

Bro, you don't understand the amount of brainrot you gave me from your HSR × GI crossover fic.

Cause like any generic person scrolling through the Yandere HSR tag, I came across your concept and was like, "Wow, that's cool!" It's not really common to see crossover fics between two of my favorite games, so I jumped at the chance and devoured your concept like my life depended on it. (I've already re-read it a few times since then 💀)

And your fic has taught me one thing about myself that I hadn't known prior to reading your concept...

I think I might have an addiction to angst 🤧

If ya wanna read my angsty thoughts, here they are:

When I first read your fic (or concept), I defaulted to a human reader, but then I was like, what about an immortal reader? (I.E. Adepti)

Cause here me out, the archon war was a devastating event, and during that time, it was kill or be killed. And if the reader (or darling) was present during that time, then they have most definitely experienced great loss watching as the friends they've known for so long dissappear from view and even after the war they still experience losses from the mortals they've grown close with when traversing across the nations.

And, of course, they end up in the HSR-verse, which is exceptionally cruel cause not only have they lost all their current friends but also getting forcefully ripped apart from their home.

Then, of course, they were found by Himeko and Welt, then brought the reader aboard the Astral express, and the rest is history within your concept.

Isn't it just cruel that the people you thought were your friends suddenly turned their back to your desires of going back to your homeland? 🥺

Anyway, Poll time:

I don't believe this is really important to add on, but it's an FYI... kinda... but I ended up choosing cryo (really hard choice between cryo and anemo, but Ganyu and Shenhe pulled me through on this one), and for the weapon, I didn't really know what to pick so I ended up picking polearm cause... Shenhe and Dan Heng...

What do you take away/gain from this?:

Absolutely nothing 💯💯💯💯💯 (I think)

What did I learn?:

Apparently, my first language wasn't Spanish, but actually, pain and suffering. 💀

What did I gain from this?:

My thoughts have been let free, and finally, my brain can (hopefully) turn off for a moment. (This can't happen. I get brainrots at 2am.)

Also, another fanfic writer who actually writes for my special interest (I.E. Spiderverse, Demon Slayer, TLOU)

That's all, I'm out!

- uhhhhhh, idk what I should sign with...

Number one, I’m super happy that you enjoyed the concept. Honestly when I released it I didn’t think people would enjoy it because how different both the games are, so I’m happy to see that people like it.

Number two, I do agree that reader being immortal would be really interesting. For the series, reader is going to stay human, but I do like the idea of reader being an Adeptis. Imagine the reader filled with guilt over the loss of their friends, attempting to protect their new ones even if it means their life. They’d feel as though it’s the only thing they can do to pay them back for helping them adapt to this strange world. Is definitely an interesting ideas.

(Also, if I’m being honest, I voted myself for Dendro and Claymore because they’re my favorites. But don’t let that sway your votes. I’m really interested in what the results will be).

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin x reader

[monocaelia]

feat. roommate childe

note : this is just a tiny brainrot because i needed to get this out of my head or i would have exploded haha....

your roommate... was undeniably handsome.

you couldn't refute that even if it would have made his head bigger than it already is. your other friends had always gushed to you about how lucky you were to have such a pretty roommate, but you brushed their comments off. even if he was attractive, he wasn't your type.

messy orange hair that always fell in the right places despite how he slept, a single dimple in his cheek when he grins at his fullest, freckles that litter his skin as if he was kissed by the goddess of stars herself.

honestly, you wouldn't have batted an eye towards him, if it weren't for the fact that he has been invading your thoughts and driving you near insane because of it.

the first time you came to this conclusion was when you arrived home to the sight of your roommate in his boxers, your face nearly erupted from the heat that trickled from your chest to your face. the skin on his thigh, pale and milky, looked soft to the touch and you caught a glimpse of his stomach with the way he was laying down. his red hoodie had slipped up because of his position, giving you a hint of his skin, but you quickly averted your eyes when you realized you were ogling your poor roommate.

"ch-childe!" you stuttered out, flustered from seeing the sight in front of you. "what are you doing?!"

your roommate could only hum nonchalantly, continuing to mindlessly scroll through his phone as if he wasn't giving you a heart attack at that moment.

"is it a crime to relax in the comfort of my own home?" he replied, finally sparing a glance at you. however, your flustered appearance garnered his full attention.

deep blue focused on you, staring holes into your visage, but you couldn't muster the strength to look back at him. not with his messy hair and freckles that dust his cheeks like the stars in the endless night sky that you love so dearly.

before he could ask you what was wrong, you excused yourself into your room and twisted the lock in place in case he decided to heckle you some more.

from then on, you became hyperaware of how... attractive your roommate was and how often he came into close contact with you.

when you were cooking dinner the other night for the both of you, you didn't notice his figure leaning against the door frame as he watched you struggle to slice the vegetables needed for the curry you were making.

his chuckle made you jump, nearly dropping the knife in your hand in the process, but that moment was short lived when childe approached you and encased your hand in his own.

his hand was much larger than yours was, to your surprise, and they were calloused to the touch. despite the roughness of his skin over the top of your hand, you found yourself loving the touch and yearning for more.

his breath tickled the shell of you ear as he gave instructions on how to properly cut the vegetables, specifically the more difficult to cut ones, so that you wouldn't harm yourself. but you couldn't pay attention, not with his warm breath beside you, his warm hand encasing your own, and his scent enveloping you.

a waft of the ocean with subtle hints of citrus and laundry detergent.

or when you were catching lunch with him one day after classes and found yourself rambling on and on about a topic that suddenly came up and interested you.

you were mid sentence when your gaze shifted back to your dear roommate in front of you. the deep abyss that usually finds its home in childe's eyes were replaced with a much warmer shade of blue, the shade you would find inviting and calming when walking near the shore. his lips curve into a small smile as he rests his jaw on his hand, watching your every movement.

"why'd you stop?" he inquired when you trailed off, his soft lips moving with each syllable and you desperately craved for something you couldn't consume.

you couldn't take it anymore. the way he smiles at you as if you held the light that lit up his life, the way he calls out your name and brightens up the room with his toothy smile just because he caught a glimpse of you outside of your shared apartment.

every time. every single time he does something that garners your attention you have to deal with the consequences of your heart hammering against your chest and the heat that flows into every inch of your skin.

you couldn't deal with the reality of being in love with your roommate.

#childe x reader #childe fluff #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia fluff #childe drabbles #didi writes #blurbs !! #okay back to schoolwork LOL #sorry for being mia :salute: #doing ur master's is a lot of work!! #i was going to add a heated kiss scene but :dizzy: #that'll be for another time LOL

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello!! What about the M6 with an Mc who still sleep with stuffed animals?? I still need to lol

The Arcana HCs: When MC sleeps with plushies

~ I hope you're ready for some lighthearted, tooth-rotting fluff anon! this one's dedicated to Pooh-boo, my loyal dream guardian of 22 years, and his many friends. thanks for the lovely prompt! - brainrot ~

Julian

Hey, you do you! If it helps you with stress or sleep then he's not one to judge

Seriously though, does it actually help with sleep? What about nightmares, does it help with nightmares? It does? Good to know, good to know ...

He will ask you if they have names and personalities and then suggest you introduce them to him. He will also jokingly introduce himself to them and thank them for their service

He now refers to them as "the children"

If you have any kind of discussion or lighthearted disagreement he will bring up "the children" and tell you that they're on his side

No really, they think he should stay up a few more hours too! They're so invested in seeing how this study turns out, you wouldn't deprive the children of that, now would you MC?

You should really join him at the Rowdy Raven tonight, MC! The children will be fine for a few hours, they think it would do you good as well. Malak can babysit them!

Speaking of Malak, if you get a raven plushie at any point in time it's Julian's favorite child

He will threaten to replace Malak with it if he doesn't behave

He doesn't mind you bringing the plushies to bed as long as he's still the main thing you're snuggling with. He has been known to wake up holding one with no idea how it got there

Asra

They think it's the most adorable thing they've ever witnessed, please never stop, it'll make them so sad not to see you all cuddled up and cute like that

Will snuggle them with you if you're okay with it

Makes a habit of bringing one back from every trip, in all the colors of the rainbow. Sometimes he'll name them in advance and concoct a ridiculous backstory for when he introduces them to you

Back when you were still recovering, they would sometimes leave a dab of their perfume on one of them so you wouldn't miss them too much at night

When you realized that he missed you on his trips too, you went out and got him a small one to fit in his bag and keep him company

They cried a little after you gave it to them (without letting you see)

It really helped him cope with your memory loss to know that you still wanted to be a part of his life, even when your condition and his isolating habits made it difficult

They have a favorite of your plushies and will cuddle it in front of you before they leave so it's charged full of all their snuggles to share with you while they're gone

Faust likes hiding in the pile of them and playing peek-a-boo, popping her little head out at random intervals

She refers to all of them as comfy friend and will threaten anyone who laughs at them

Nadia

Very, very surprised when she finds out, to the point of being momentarily speechless

She's not judging you at all. She just figures that it's a specifically MC thing that you like to do, even if she doesn't understand the appeal

When you start sharing her chambers with her she's initially a little put off by having them in her space

Not because she dislikes them, but because they're seen as childish and she's spent the last thirty years at least doing her best to distance herself from any and all childishness possible

She still likes to spoil you though, so she will regularly purchase new ones for you until you have enough to bury yourself in them

You notice she tends to get owl-themed ones, especially when they're made of similar material to her comfier clothes

She does grow to like them eventually

There's even a few well-founded rumors that she was spotted talking to them when you weren't around for her to verbally process her thoughts

Looking at them becomes almost as soothing as meditating

She will never admit to any of these things

Funnily enough, she does feel the need to be in a different room from them whenever she wants to heat things up with you a little. Something about their innocent little gaze freaks her out

Muriel

He doesn't say anything the first time he sees you hunker down with one, but his face and his mind are both screaming "What."

Genuinely did not know that anyone past the age of five could do that

Assumes that it's because you don't have a familiar yet and this is your way of coping. He knows he sleeps much better with Inanna around

He suddenly decides that he likes your habit when Morga makes several negative comments about it on your trip South. He'll quietly suggest you put it between the two of you so it doesn't roll out

He knows they're important to you, so he makes sure to have a good spot for them in the hut when you move in

Ideally somewhere out of Inanna's reach. You both know she probably doesn't care that much but neither of you wants to find out how quickly she could rip one to shreds if she felt like playing

He does find that they're very soothing to hold and squeeze sometimes, especially after a taxing day

He'll come inside and carefully wash his hands before sitting by the fire with one, idly smoothing his massive fingers over it if he accidentally squeezes too hard

If you charge one full of your cuddles and hand it to him to keep him company while you're gone, he'll turn bright red and sweat

He will keep it nearby and safe until you return though

Portia

She laughs when she finds out

Not the mean kind of laugh, the friendly kind of laugh that thinks it's a little silly but in a good way and very endearing

She loves how cozy they make the cottage feel. Don't just keep them in a heap, put some on the couch! On the chairs to hold a place for unexpected guests! By the fire, but not too close!

She never sleeps with them herself, but she doesn't mind them joining you at all

She does like playing with them though

Most of the time it's just to tease you. She'll hold one in front of her face and wake you up with a silly voice

Other times, if she's bored and in a very specific mood, she'll go full storyteller mode and use them to act out entire epics

The last novel she read? It's being dramatically reenacted on your stomach, complete with little red ribbons for the backstabbing scene:

"Blood! Blood! Blood! And ... DEATH."

You will never be able to read Hamlet the same way again

You were worried that Pepi might try to test out her claws on them but it turns out that she likes to nap in them instead. Which makes her hard to spot, because she is also very small and fluffy and cute

Portia once used an old skirt of hers to make you one for when she took an ambassador trip without you. It's your favorite

Lucio

When he first saw you holding one as a ghost he laughed so hard it made you jump

Gave you so much grief for it at first that Asra finally snapped and threatened to shove one up his -

- you know what, that would be too cruel to the plushie in question

He didn't comment on it again, and later apologized quietly once he had more practice acknowledging his mistakes

He still secretly thinks it's babyish until you ask him to hold one for you while you're juggling your traveling pack

It's so ... soft. And oddly comforting

Tries to hide the fact that he's reluctant to give it back when you're ready to hold it again

But now he reminds you to bring it to bed every night, because you sleep better with it, right? Yeah, no other reason

Except that you keep waking up with it missing, only to find it snuggled under his chin

He claims every time that it just got there because he was cuddling you, and doesn't say anything when you start bringing at least two to bed instead

Throws a fit when you get him one of his own because he's scared that his gauntlet might tear it. He names it five minutes later and now they're inseparable

He got one each for Mercedes and Melchior so they aren't tempted to chew on any of yours. Or his

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